

The first book, “Washington Square,” takes place in the early 1890s in a New York City that the reader quickly realizes is off-kilter.

To Paradise, which is in fact three linked novels bound in a single volume, is constructed something like a soma cube, with plots that interlock but whose unifying logic and mechanisms are designed to baffle. W hile reading To Paradise, Hanya Yanagihara’s gigantic new novel, I felt the impulse a few times to put down the book and make a chart-the kind of thing you see TV detectives assemble on their living-room walls when they have a web of evidence but no clear theory of the case.
