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4.0 out of 5 stars
Almost all sci-fi looks at the future. Almost all..., March 29, 1999
Time travel, as absurd and unlikely a concept that it is, has long enamored science fiction fans. Witness the incredible box-office returns of the "Back to the Future" and "Terminator" films -- movies about as far apart in overall audience appeal as one can get, yet both dealing with the same basic premise. Most of the genre deals with the potential paradoxes involved, and a few (David Gerrold's "The Man Who Folded Himself" springs to mind) investigate the logistical issues. Yet Turtledove takes a completely different approach: Who cares about Paradoxes, if you had a time machine, what would you do with it? If you could change history, what even would you alter?For a renegade band of South African mercenaries, the answer is easy: Change the outcome of the Civil War. At risk of dating myself, I remember a long-ago Saturday Nigh Live sketch in which Napolean was given a B52. Absurdist comedy, nothing more. Yet the intriguing cover of this book shows Robert E. Lee holding an AK-47. What if, indeed? The mechanics of the time machine are not investigated, nor should they be, as this is a historical novel as opposed to a sci-fi novel. I find it more akin to "Killer Angels" than anything by, say, Arthur Clarke. Instead we are given an in-depth look at Lee, plus a schoolteacher-turned-first seargent from North Carolina, as they both watch the Civil War unfold in a manner completely different from what you and I were taught in history class. Turtledove's eye for detail is, as always, keen; after reading the first chapter, the reader could probably pick up, load, and fire an AK47. We meet characters from the 47th North Carolina, and spend a winter and a few battles with them. We see first hand how women and blacks are integrated -- or rather, NOT integrated -- into the southern society, not out of any particular hostility by the white men who run the south, but more as an extension of tradition. It is difficult to read about Nate Caudell, a poor schoolteacher who is without a doubt the most learned man in his community (but one who uses the "n-word" with familiarity) and not have him shatter the image of the backwoods racist redneck (not to worry, there are plenty of those as well). Turtledove completely avoids the paradox issue; we assume that the Afrikanners are building a new world that will evolve from 1864, not changing their own planet Earth of 2014. But even early on, I felt a bit of a chill, as an obscure colonel named Rutherford Hayes is casually mentioned to have perished in a battle. Should the South Africans gather their automatic weapons and retreat into the future, the world has already been irrevocably changed (especially for me; Hayes is (was) a distant relative. And my great-great grandfather was wounded at Petersburg, a battle that never happens in Turtledove's world. Can I be reading this if I don't exist?). Quite possibly the perfect airplane book, "The Guns of the South" strikes a balance between being thought-provoking and entertaining.
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