"This is a love story, the last in a series of moments when we meet"...a great opening and closing line for The Archronology of Love. And it's a somewhat classic love story in that it is cis-gendered straight and romantic. The speculative driver in the story is the Chronology, a creation of some sort that records and freezes each segment of time, and can be visited from the future but is destroyed to some extent in the process. The metaphor to archaeology is thoroughly drawn--layers of earth are our version of the Chronology, and archaeologists destroy them in order to study and understand them, knowing that future archaeologists will rue their work.
So it's a nice story, but the ending feels old fashioned (I won't give it away). The overall effect is that it could have been written 40 years ago. A good nominee for the Nebula but probably not a winner.
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