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Winner of the Nebula Award
Traveling back in time, from Oxford circa 2060 into the thick of World War II, was a routine excursion for three British historians eager to study firsthand the heroism and horrors of the Dunkirk evacuation and the London Blitz. But getting marooned in war-torn 1940 England has turned Michael Davies, Merope Ward, and Polly Churchill from temporal tourists into besieged citizens struggling to survive Hitler’s devastating onslaught. And now there’s more to worry about than just getting back home: The impossibility of altering past events has always been a core belief of time-travel theory—but it may be tragically wrong. When discrepancies in the historical record begin cropping up, it suggests that one or all of the future visitors have somehow changed the past—and, ultimately, the outcome of the war. Meanwhile, in 2060 Oxford, the stranded historians’ supervisor, Mr. Dunworthy, frantically confronts the seemingly impossible task of rescuing his students—three missing needles in the haystack of history. The thrilling time-tripping adventure that began with Blackout now hurtles to its stunning resolution in All Clear.
- Sales Rank: #36925 in Books
- Published on: 2011-10-25
- Released on: 2011-10-25
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 8.17" h x 1.33" w x 5.51" l, 1.15 pounds
- Binding: Paperback
- 656 pages
Review
“Enthralling . . . a story so packed with thrills, comedy, drama and a bit of red herring that the result is apt to satisfy the most discriminating, and hungry, reader.”—The Denver Post
“[Connie] Willis can tell a story like no other. . . . One of her specialties is sparkling, rapid-fire dialogue; another, suspenseful plotting; and yet another, dramatic scenes so fierce that they burn like after-images in the reader’s memory.”—The Village Voice
“Ambitious, and moving . . . with a lovely twist at the end.”—The San Diego Union-Tribune
“[Willis’s] re-creation of wartime England is meticulous, energetic and exhaustive.”—The Wall Street Journal
“[A] tour de force.”—The Charlotte Observer
About the Author
Connie Willis, who was recently inducted into the Science Fiction Hall of Fame, has received six Nebula awards and ten Hugo awards for her fiction; her novel Passage was nominated for both. Her other works include Blackout, Doomsday Book, Lincoln’s Dreams, Bellwether, Impossible Things, Remake, Uncharted Territory, To Say Nothing of the Dog, Fire Watch, and Miracle and Other Christmas Stories. Connie Willis lives in Colorado with her family.
From the Hardcover edition.
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Well, he hasn't come yet, sir, he's more than a bit late tonight.
--London Porter to Ernie Pyle, referring to the German Bombers
London--26 October 1940
By noon Michael and Merope still hadn't returned from Stepney, and Polly was beginning to get really worried. Stepney was less than an hour away by train. There was no way it could take Merope and Michael--correction, Eileen and Mike; she had to remember to call them by their cover names--no way it could take them six hours to go fetch Eileen's belongings from Mrs. Willett's and come back to Oxford Street. What if there'd been a raid and something had happened to them? The East End was the most dangerous part of London.
There weren't any daytime raids on the twenty-sixth; she thought. But there weren't supposed to have been five fatalities at Padgett's either. If Mike was right, and he had altered events by saving the soldier Hardy at Dunkirk, anything was possible. The space-time continuum was a chaotic system, in which even a minuscule action could have an enormous effect.
But two additional fatalities--and civilians, at that--could scarcely have changed the course of the war, even in a chaotic system. Thirty thousand civilians had been killed in the Blitz and nine thousand in the V-1 and V-2 attacks, and fifty million people had died in the war.
And you know he didn't lose the war, Polly thought. And historians have been traveling to the past for more than forty years. If they'd been capable of altering events, they'd have done it long before this. Mr. Dunworthy had been in the Blitz and the French Revolution and even the Black Death, and his historians had observed wars and coronations and coups all across history, and there was no record of any of them even causing a discrepancy, let alone changing the course of history.
Which meant that in spite of appearances, the five fatalities at Padgett's Department Store weren't a discrepancy either. Marjorie must have misunderstood what the nurses said. She'd admitted she'd only overheard part of their conversation. Perhaps the nurses had been talking about the victims from another incident. Marylebone had been hit last night, too, and Wigmore Street. Polly knew from experience that ambulances sometimes transported victims to hospital from more than one incident. And that people one thought had been killed sometimes turned up alive.
But if she told Mike about having thought the theater troupe was dead, he'd demand to know why she hadn't known St. George's would be destroyed and conclude that was a discrepancy as well. Which meant she needed to keep him from finding out about the five casualties at Padgett's till she'd had a chance to determine if there actually were that many.
Thank goodness he wasn't here when Marjorie came, she thought. You should be glad they're late.
And thank goodness her supervisor had taken Marjorie back to hospital, though it meant Polly hadn't had a chance to ask her what exactly the nurse had said. Polly had offered to take Marjorie there herself so she could ask the hospital staff about the fatalities, but Miss Snelgrove had insisted on going, "So I can give those nurses a piece of my mind. What were they thinking? And what were you thinking?" she scolded Marjorie. "Coming here when you should be in bed?"
"I'm sorry," Marjorie had said contritely. "When I heard Padgett's had been hit, I'm afraid I panicked and jumped to conclusions."
Like Mike did when he saw the mannequins in front of Padgett's, Polly thought. Like I did when I found out Eileen's drop in Backbury didn't open. And like I'm doing now. There's a logical explanation for why Marjorie heard the nurses say there were five fatalities instead of three, and for why no one's come to get us. It doesn't necessarily mean Oxford's been destroyed. Research might have got the date the quarantine ended wrong and not arrived at the manor till after Eileen had left for London to find me. And the fact that Mike and Eileen aren't back yet doesn't necessarily mean something's happened to them. They might simply have had to wait till Theodore's mother returned from her shift at the aeroplane factory. Or they might have decided to go on to Fleet Street to collect Mike's things.
They'll be here any moment, she told herself. Stop fretting over things you can't do anything about, and do something useful.
She wrote out a list of the times and locations of the upcoming week's raids for Mike and Merope--correction, Eileen--and then tried to think of other historians who might be here besides Gerald Phipps. Mike had said there was an historian here from some time in October to eighteenth December. What had happened during that period that an historian might have come to observe? Nearly all the war activity had been in Europe--Italy had invaded Greece, and the RAF had bombed the Italian fleet. What had happened here?
Coventry. But it couldn't be that. It hadn't been hit till November fourteenth, and an historian wouldn't need an entire fortnight to get there.
The war in the North Atlantic? Several important convoys had been sunk during that period, but being on a destroyer had to be a ten. And if Mr. Dunworthy was canceling assignments that were too dangerous . . .
But anywhere in the autumn of 1940 was dangerous, and he'd obviously approved something. The intelligence war? No, that hadn't really geared up till later in the war, with the Fortitude and V-1 and V-2 rocket disinformation campaigns. Ultra had begun earlier, but it was not only a ten, it had to be a divergence point. If the Germans had found out their Enigma codes had been cracked, it clearly would have affected the outcome of the war.
Polly looked over at the lifts. The center one was stopping on third. They're here--finally, she thought, but it was only Miss Snelgrove, shaking her head over the negligence of Marjorie's nurses. "Disgraceful! I shouldn't be surprised if she had a relapse with all her running about," she fumed. "What are you doing here, Miss Sebastian? Why aren't you on your lunch break?"
Because I don't want to miss Mike and Eileen like I missed Eileen when I went to Backbury, but she couldn't say that. "I was waiting till you got back, in case we had a rush."
"Well, take it now," Miss Snelgrove said.
Polly nodded and, when Miss Snelgrove went into the stockroom to take off her coat and hat, told Doreen to send word to her immediately if anyone came in asking for her.
"Like the airman you met last night?"
Who? Polly thought, and then remembered that was the excuse she'd given Doreen for needing to know the names of airfields. "Yes," she said, "or my cousin who's coming to London, or anyone."
"I promise I'll send the lift boy to fetch you the moment anyone comes. Now, go."
Polly went, running downstairs first to look up and down Oxford Street and see if Mike and Eileen were coming, and then going up to ask the shop assistants in the lunchroom about airfields. By the end of her break, she had half a dozen names that began with the correct letters and/or had two words in their names.
She ran back down to third. "Did anyone ask for me?" she asked Doreen, even though they obviously hadn't come.
"Yes," Doreen said. "Not five minutes after you left."
"But I told you to send word to me!"
"I couldn't. Miss Snelgrove was watching me the entire time."
I knew I shouldn't have left, Polly thought. This is exactly like Backbury.
"You needn't worry, she hasn't gone," Doreen said. "I told her you were on lunch break, and she said she had other shopping to do and she'd--"
"She? Only one person? Not a man and a girl?"
"Only one, and definitely not a girl. Forty if she was a day, graying hair in a bun, rather scraggy-looking--"
Miss Laburnum. "Did she say what she was shopping for?" Polly asked.
"Yes," Doreen said. "Beach sandals."
Of course.
"I sent her up to Shoes. I told her it was likely too late in the season for us to carry them, but she was determined to go see. I'll watch your counter if you want to go--oh, here she is," she said as the lift opened.
Miss Laburnum emerged, carrying an enormous carpetbag. "I went to see Mrs. Wyvern and obtained the coats," she said, setting the carpetbag on Polly's counter, "and I thought I'd bring them along to you."
"Oh, you needn't have--"
"It was no bother. I spoke to Mrs. Rickett, and she said yes, your cousin could share your room. I also went to see Miss Harding about the room for your Dunkirk friend. Unfortunately, she'd already let it, to an elderly gentleman whose house in Chelsea was bombed. Dreadful thing. His wife and daughter were both killed." She clucked sympathetically. "But Mrs. Leary has a room to let. A second-floor back. Ten shillings the week with board."
"Is she in Box Lane as well?" Polly asked, wondering what excuse she could give after Miss Laburnum had gone to all this trouble if it was in a street on Mr. Dunworthy's forbidden list.
"No, she's just round the corner. In Beresford Court."
Thank goodness. Beresford Court wasn't on the list either.
"Number nine," Miss Laburnum said. "She promised me she won't let it to anyone else till your friend's seen it. It should do very nicely. Mrs. Leary is an excellent cook," she added with a sigh and opened the carpetbag.
Polly caught a glimpse of bright green inside. Oh, no, she thought. It hadn't even occurred to her when she'd asked Miss Laburnum about the coats that she might--
"I hoped to get a wool overcoat for your gentleman friend," Miss Laburnum said, pulling out a tan raincoat, "but this Burberry was all they had. There were scarcely any ladies' coats either. Mrs. Wyvern says more and more people are making do with last year's coats, and I fear the situation will only grow worse. The government's talking of rationing clothing next--" She stopped at the expression on Polly's face. "I know it's not very warm--"
"No, it's just what he needs. There's been so much rain this autumn," Polly said, but her eyes were on the carpetbag. She braced herself as Miss Laburnum reached in again.
"That's why I got your cousin this," she said, pulling out a bright green umbrella. "It's a frightful color, I know, and it doesn't match the black coat I obtained for her, but it was the only one without any broken spokes. And if it's too gaudy for her, I thought we might be able to use it in The Admirable Crichton. The green would show up well onstage."
Or in a crowd, Polly thought.
"It's lovely, I mean, I know my cousin won't think it too bright, and I'm certain she'll lend it to us for the play," she said, chattering in her relief.
Miss Laburnum laid the umbrella on the counter and pulled the black coat out of the carpetbag, then a black felt hat. "They hadn't any black gloves, so I brought along a pair of my own. Two of the fingers are mended, but there's still wear in them." She handed them to Polly. "Mrs. Wyvern said to tell you that if any of Padgett's employees are in a similar situation to send them to her and she'll see they get coats as well." She snapped the bag neatly shut. "Now, do you know if Townsend Brothers sells plimsolls and where I might find them?"
"Plimsolls?" Polly said. "You mean canvas tennis shoes?"
"Yes, I thought they might work instead of beach sandals. The sailors on board ship might have been wearing them, you see, when it sank. I asked in your shoe department, but they hadn't any. Sir Godfrey simply doesn't realize how filthy the station floors are--chewing gum and cigarette ends and who knows what else. Two nights ago, I saw a man"--she leaned across the counter to whisper--"spitting. I quite understand that Sir Godfrey has more pressing things on his mind, but--"
"We may have some in the games department," Polly said, cutting her off in midflow. "It's on fifth. And if we're out of plimsolls," which Polly was almost certain they would be, with rubber needed for the war effort, "you mustn't worry. We'll think of something else."
"Of course you will." Miss Laburnum patted her arm. "You're such a clever girl."
Polly escorted her over to the lift and helped her into it. "Fifth," she said to the lift boy, and to Miss Laburnum, "Thank you ever so much. It was terribly kind of you to do all this for us."
"Nonsense," Miss Laburnum said briskly. "In difficult times like these, we must do all we can to help each other. Will you be at rehearsal tonight?" she asked as the lift boy pulled the door across.
"Yes," Polly said, "as soon as I get my cousin settled in."
If she and Mike are back by then, she added silently as she went back to her counter, but she felt certain now they would be.
You were worried over nothing, she thought, picking up the umbrella and looking ruefully at it. And it will be the same thing with Mike and Eileen. Nothing's happened to them. There weren't any daytime raids today. Their train's been delayed, that's all, like yours was this morning, and when they get here, you'll tell Eileen the airfield names you've collected, and she'll say, "That's the one," and we'll ask Gerald where his drop is and go home, and Mike will go off to Pearl Harbor, Eileen will go off to VE-Day, and you can write up your observations of "Life in the Blitz" and go back to fending off the advances of a seventeen-year-old boy.
And in the meantime, she'd best tidy up her counter so she wouldn't have to stay late tonight. She gathered up the umbrella, the Burberry, and Eileen's coat and put them in the stockroom and then put the stockings her last customer had been looking at back in their box. She turned to put the box on the shelf.
And heard the air-raid siren begin its unmistakable up-and-down warble.
In all our long history we have never seen a greater day than this. Everyone, man or woman, has done their best.
winston churchill,
_VE-Day, 8 May 1945
London--7 May 1945
"douglas, the door's closing!" paige shouted
from the platform.
"Hurry!" Reardon urged. "The train will leave--"
"I know," she said, attempting to squeeze past the two Home Guards who were still singing "It's a Long Way to Tipperary." And forming a solid wall. She tried to go around, but dozens of people were trying to board the car and pushing her back away from the door.
From the Hardcover edition.
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166 of 176 people found the following review helpful.
Good setting, poor plot
By William Kerney
Let me preface this by saying that I love history, and if Connie Willis has done anything right with this book, it is to compact an absolutely amazing amount of detail about the Blitz into a fictional book about time travel.
But if you don't like history, you probably won't like this book, because that's its most redeeming factor.
Essentially, this book is a classic example of what happens when you have a good setting but a poor plot. The setting is fantastic - a bunch of time travelers lost in WWII with bombs falling all around them, but the plot is absolute rubbish. Take the following two lines, copy and paste them until you run out of space in one book, and then continue through the end of a second book:
"Gasp! We might have changed the space-time continuum!"
"Oops, oh, no. Everything is fine."
Intersperse with too many repeated cliffhangers involving chapter ends with historians nearly dying (Will They SURVIVE?) and some slapstick involving nobody being able to get ahold of each other, ever, and you've basically got Blackout and All Clear.
The first time this device is used, it's interesting and tense. The 47th time the historians wonder if they altered events (and they didn't) you just sort of roll your eyes and hope for more details about parachute bombs or V1 wrangling.
This book shouldn't have been split in twain - it should have been ruthlessly edited down to half its size (by cutting out all the redundant redundant plot points) and put into one, tighter, novel. I love Willis' books, but this really needed someone to take a +5 Axe of Editing to it with a vengeance.
48 of 50 people found the following review helpful.
READ THIS FIRST: The editor was on vacation when this got published
By Dave Millman
I have a lot of respect for Connie Willis, who has written many excellent books. But for Blackout and All Clear, her editor was clearly on vacation.
In both books, I found myself wanting to scream at the repetitiveness of the action. The nth time Polly changes her plans in order to go look for the recovery team, you'll wonder if you read that page already. You didn't, it's just another repetition of Polly's same thought process and activity. How many times did we need to read about:
* Eileen being called back to work to take care of the Hodbins
* Polly working through all of the possibilities
* Polly and Eileen waiting for Mike to call
* Everyone working their way through dozens of London locales, name by bloody name
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the story, which kept me reading until the end. I learned more about the Blitz from All Clear than from watching hours of History Channel documentaries, and a lot more about its impact on everyday citizens. But much of the magic was ruined by all of the repetitive running around. An editor should have put their foot down and demanded that 20% or more of these two books be cut.
When Heinlein first turned in the manuscript for Stranger in a Strange Land, his editor told him to cut 60,000 words. Although Heinlein objected, he made the cuts. The book became a major success. Many years later, Heinlein published the Original Uncut Version. Although the cut material was mildly interesting, it didn't move the plot forward. It was then that I understood the value of a good editor.
Five stars for a good plot and especially for the fascinating details on what Londoners went through during the Blitz. Minus two stars for disruptive repetition that will drive you crazy.
34 of 36 people found the following review helpful.
What book was everybody else reading?
By B. Pembroke
I reviewed Blackout when it first came out and it seemed only right to return to review All Clear as they are, essentially, the SAME book.
Looking at the other reviews I'm wondering what book the others were reading that resulted in such positive (5 stars!?) praise. In my opinion if this book had been written by any author other than Connie Willis there is no way I would have finished it. I am a fan of time travel fiction and Doomsday Book and To Say Nothing of the Dog are staples on my bookshelf that I continuously re-read. I had to force myself to finish this book.
Here are my issues with it:
1. There is nothing resembling an introduction or a brief review of important characters and events in this book. Blackout ends abruptly at a cliffhanger (I'm using that term loosely here) and after several months hiatus we abruptly dive back into the narrative at the beginning of All Clear. It really does feel like the book was chopped into two pieces and I had trouble enough keeping the characters straight in Blackout. Which brings me to..
2. The characters and characterization are under-developed (I tried to come up with a word other than 'sucky' or 'horrible'). There are many characters but that's not necessarily a bad thing. The problem is that most of them are so thinly drawn it's hard to a) get involved in their story, and b) tell them apart. The three main characters in particular are just plain annoying and I spent a good portion of the book wondering if time travel historians are screened for mental health and problem solving ability prior to being sent into the chaotic past (apparently not). I understand that being trapped in the past could be initially upsetting, but seriously if you were a time travel historian trapped in your era of choice wouldn't you start planning a really great longitudinal study and figuring out a way to preserve it for the future?
3. The plot really does suck (can't find a word to sugercoat it, sorry). My only critique of Ms. Willis' other work is that she tends to rely on a lack of communciation between characters to drive up the tension (remember how in Doomsday Book nobody in 2060 has a cell phone? yeah). So in Blackout/All Clear you have a soap opera plot of characters concealing information and lying to each other for no discernible reason, and I really really wanted the main characters to sit down and have a 5 minute heart-to-heart so the book could be about 1/3 shorter and the plot could (finally) get moving. Alas, no luck!
My main issue with the plot is that there really isn't much of one. I feel that Ms. Willis really wanted to write about several aspects of WWII in Britain but paid so much attention to the little stories that there is no well-developed larger story to weave the little bits into. I really liked the Kent sections dealing with the intelligence efforts- they were hysterical- but how did they figure into the overall? I think this book would have worked better as a collection of short stories or better yet, as a non-fiction book where the course of WWII is actually the plot.
4. Mr Dunworthy. Enough said.
Short version: If you like WWII stuff you will probably like this book for it's historical detail. If you like time travel sci-fi avoid this book as you will be frustrated. Time travel fiction has the incredible ability to examine history through a modern narrative with some cool speculative bits thrown in- that's what I love about it and that's what's missing here. If you like books with plot or compelling characters check out something else.
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