Welcome to the end of time. It’s a perfect day. Nobody remembers how the Causality War started. Really, there’s no-one to remember, and nothing for them to remember if there were; that’s sort of the point. We were time warriors, and we broke time. I was the one who ended it. Ended the fighting, tidied up the damage as much as I could. Then I came here, to the end of it all, and gave myself a mission: to never let it happen again.
Arthur C. Clarke Award winner Tchaikovsky (Children of Time) makes the end of the world a personal affair in this humorous, sharp-edged novel. The unnamed narrator is the last temporal warrior to survive the Causality War, fought via the manipulation of time, and live into the end times, or, as he terms it, the "postepochalypse." Now he guards the edge of undamaged time from any other time travelers, as their existence threatens to trigger the war anew. He efficiently dispatches Greek philosophers ("half-naked and half in bedsheets") and works to remedy the parts of history that would enable time travel, including the invention of trigonometry ("to the great joy of schoolchildren everywhere") but his own existence is thrown into question when travelers from a future he believed to be uninhabited travel back in time to meet him, hailing him as the founder of their utopian society. Among them is Zoe, a woman destined to cofound this new world but who, it turns out, is a murder-minded rebel with no interest in working to bring about a future she despises. Balancing the bitter with the playful, Tchaikovsky carefully probes the psychological pressure of being an agent lost among the shards of shattered time. This time-looped dramedy is as funny as it is thought-provoking. \n
This book is so much fun
Loved it. I actually laughed out loud on an airplane and had to explain a hitler v Stalin fist fight (no spoiler). By it now. Your welcome.