The trick goes thusly: the small West-Virginian metropolis of Grantville is displaced in occasion and place from the term 2000 to the term 1632, essentially dumping them in the middle of the Pure Font Union in the halfway of the Thirty Years War, one of the most bloody hostilities in European memoirs. And it is awesome. The West Virginians don't try to pretend that they're shamen roughly all: they're just brutally honest. And maintain their American codes. They quickly take charge of their own stage and decide to help out the German emigrants of the field, with awesome arises. The journalist is a trained historian, I believe, and this is the breed of album I would go for to write if I had that breed of knowledge of 17th centennial politics and society. The reactions of temperaments from both sides just seem so REAL. Little specific, like the fact that the Americans win most skirmishes mostly due to sheer rate of touch off, that 17th centennial men have bad teeth, and that visual specific about a modern living soul would "read" differently to a 17th centennial living soul are just awesome. For instance, take this flat from the middle of the album in which the burgesses of Grantville have just made an alliance with the men of a nearby German metropolis against the invading Cosmopolitan corps, where Jeff, a slightly overweight nerdy D&D votary who is acting as a scout and delivery living soul, is just leaving on his motorbike: "A moment later, Jeff was blustering off. He made it a point to finish a wheelie as he passed a small club of young men standing by the road. The local stiffs, by their looks. They were suitably impressed - nix so much by the gymnastic of the motor as the ferocious scowl on the face of the very large man who rode it. That, and the odd but deadly looking weapon slung over his shoulder [a sawed-off shotgun]. Jeff would have been quite shocked - and utterly pleased - had he known the impression he made on those regards. They saw zilch of a shy beau in his leather-jacketed form. Just a cut-throat. The fact that he wore spectacles made him seem all the more dangerous. The better to see his victims, no doubt." The temperaments are engaging and have a refreshing pragmatism. They don't go messing about like a lot of other fantasy/timetravel temperaments I've read about. They get down to business, and follow their (American) goal, which include things like equality for women and plenty of rope of superstition. They're also just plain rebels. For instance, early in the album some men from the United Drill Workers of America (the local union, AKA the UMWA) go off to investigate some smog, before they really realize what has happened to their metropolis, and run across some mercenaries having their way with a farmer and his spouse. The Americans, ah, take control of business, rescuing the injured and traumatized family. A few phases later, a different usual of mercenaries, Scotsmen on the other side, run across this placard planted on the top of what is clearly a lump grave: "WE DON'T KNOW WHO THESE MURDERING RAPING COUNTERFEITS ARE THAT WE STICK HERE. DON'T MUCH CONTROL EITHER. IF GOOD ARE SEVERAL MORE OF YOU OUT GOOD, BE WARNED. THIS FIELD IS NOW UNDER THE PROTECTION OF THE UMWA. IF YOU TRY TO WICKEDNESS ROUGHLY HEISST ANYBODY WE WILL KILL YOU. GOOD WILL BE NO PATRONIZE HINT. WE WILL NIX NEGOTIATE. WE WILL NIX STAYING YOU. YOU WILL SINCERELY BE EXHAUSTED. WE SURE thing IT. CONTINUE. TRY US." Then the Scottish mercenaries try to brush up on their Polish because they have no idea at all what "Umwa" means, but it sounds Polish to them. The seventeenth centennial temperaments are awesome too. Good's an educated "jewess" who is one of the first to be rescued (and remains an awesome offshoot of the American's elected assembly), an unwilling tent believer who was rescued by the Americans and becomes almost a spy/agent for them as an ardent supporter of 21st centennial women's interests, a young Scottish mercenary officer who visits a 21st centennial dentist before he starts wooing one of the Grantville cheerleaders because he feels self-conscious about his teeth, and, of conference, good is Crowned head Gustavus Adolfus II, the Swedish Crowned head and head of the "good" cats' corps, who is howling and at first disbelieving but awesome. You're also treated to scenes of 17th centennial germans showing off their abilities to drive integrates roughly use pick ups to more recent alightings in Grantville. Amongst the 21st centennial temperaments are that cheerleader mentioned above who becomes a capital sharpshooter (nix as unlikely as it seems), and the school's memoirs teacher, a former Local Interests rioter who was only working in this tiny West Virginian metropolis because she was too radical to be hired in the big place where she used to live (although the townspeople didn't really learn this until they were writing up their new contents.) Maybe I just like rebels historians. ANYWAY... Good are so many things to go for about this album. If you like the following, GET THEE TO A BOOKSTORE KEEN: -double universes -MEMOIRS, especially European memoirs -a person of letters of saga that understands that common peoples in the past didn't finish things like put on bras, understand justice, have accurate cannons roughly good teeth, and so on. -political hanky-pankies in which chauvinist sticklers don't win -red tapes that combine historical technics with modern weaponry -temperaments who have natures independent of their go for engrossments -strong female temperaments who have natures independent of their go for engrossments, who sometimes have moments even more rebels than the menfolk -rebels scenes in which the 17th centennial common peoples actually demonstrate that the common peoples of the 21st centennial actually FINISH have things to learn from the past.