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To Say Nothing Of The Dog by Connie Willis

For someone who enjoys maintaining the illusion that he knows a bit about literature and the writers who write it, I find I often lead off with contradictory disclaimers such as that which follows. I knew very, very little about Connie Willis prior to picking up a copy of this in my local Indie bookshop; it was an impulse purchase – SF Masterworks are few and far between in the gentrified stratum of Penarth’s main strip – so I grabbed it whilst collecting the latest Dog Man for my eldest wee fella. What I now know, if nothing else, is that she can write a pretty convincing and gently humorous novel about time-travel.
Our time-traveling academic hero, Ned Henry, frazzled by one (or more) too many jumps back in time for the crazed reconstruction project of the draconian Lady Schrapnell, is offered the chance to recuperate in the idyllic surroundings of the Victorian-era Thames river, punting and mucking about and whatnot. Unfortunately, his trip doesn’t quite go to plan as it transpires …