From the cover:
"Fetter was raised to kill, honed as a knife to cut down his sainted father. This gave him plenty to talk about in therapy.
He walked among invisible devils and anti-gods that mock the mortal form. He learned a lethal catechism, lost his shadow, and gained a habit for secrecy. After a blood-soaked childhood, Fetter escaped his rural hometown for the big city, and fell into a broader world where divine destinies are a dime a dozen.
Everything in Luriat is more than it seems. Group therapy is recruitment for a revolutionary cadre. Junk email hints at the arrival of a god. Every door is laden with potential, and once closed may never open again. The city is scattered with Bright Doors, looming portals through which a cold wind blows. In this unknowable metropolis, Fetter will discover what kind of man he is, and his discovery will rewrite the world."

Das Buch ist Nebula-Preisträger 2024

Maybe the weirdest fantasy novel I ever read. I'm still not sure, what it wanted to tell me.
Maybe part of the difficulties where cultural: I'm not very familar with South Asia and its history - and so its plausible, I missed some hints. But over all, I had difficulties following the story - and even understanding the described world. - There was a theocratic, fundamentalist state with a Kafkaesk punishment system, something about parallel universes, a plague with quarantine measures, that reminded on Corona, and something about being chosen - or not. There were aspects, I really liked: the support-group for un-chosen, the endless prison, the unplugged ringing telephone, ... but it did not fit together, I lost the thread and somehow also the interest.

Wartet im Bücherschrank auf neue Leser.