Oedipus Rex in modern times. The new story redoes the original about as creatively as name of the new titular character replaces the old. It’s all there and all obvious from a mile away.
Hence, the quality of the book depends on stuff other than the plot. None of it impressed me. The book runs from the early sixties to about five years from now, but without the depth or precision necessary for me to feel like I was in those times, or to have nostalgia, vel sim, for the times I have experienced. I didn’t get the characters. Some were treacherous for no apparent reason. Some changed with similar types of motives. The writing could be annoying, too. I skimmed page after page describing Dianne’s attempts to make herself look younger. Ditto Ed’s interactions with his artificial intelligence friend.
In short, sounds cool, and might be worth reading if you really need something and it’s all that’s available, but a real dud.