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"In 1914 they called it The Great War, and few could imagine anything worse. For nearly three decades a peace forged in blood and fatigue has held sway in North America. Now, Japan dominates the Pacific, the Russian Tsar rules Alaska, and England, under Winston Churchill, chafes for a return to its former glory. But behind the facade of world order, America is a bomb waiting to go off. Jake Featherston, the megalomaniacal leader of the Confederate States of America, is just the man to light the fuse." "In the White House in Philadelphia, Socialist President Al Smith is a living symbol of hope for a nation that has been through the fires of war and the flood tides of depression. In the South, Featherston and his ruling Freedom Party have put down a Negro rebellion with a bloody fist and have interned them in concentration camps. Now they are determined to crush their Northern neighbor at any cost." "Featherston's planes attack Philadelphia without warning. The U.S.A. lashes back blindly at Charleston. And a terrible second coming is at hand. When the CSA blitzkrieg is launched, the U.S.A. is caught flat-footed. Before long, the gray Army reaches Lake Erie. But in its wake the war machine is spinning a vortex of destruction, betrayal, and fury that no one, not even Jake Featherston himself, can control." Now, President Smith faces a Herculean task, while an obscure assistant secretary of war named Roosevelt rises in the ranks. For the U.S.A., the darkest days still lay ahead. Across the globe, a new era of war has just begun.
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In this well-thought-out alternate history, the first in a new trilogy, Turtledove (American Empire) combines elements of the Civil War and WWII with disturbing results. Confederate President Jake Featherstone has launched an undeclared war of revenge on the U.S.A., with Rebel "barrels" (tanks) cutting the nation in half. U.S. President Al Smith doesn't sue for peace as expected, causing unreconstructed Canadians to sabotage the now-vital Northern rail system holding the nation together. Mormon separatists have once more revolted against the federal government, and Louis Armstrong, who has defected to the North, brings with him chilling evidence of the Confederate "population reductions" (genocide) of African-Americans. Turtledove's depiction of how easily the C.S.A. could carry out genocide-and do so with less cost to the conscience than the Germans experienced in the real Holocaust-coupled with the "so what?" reaction of Northerners when this is publicized makes a disturbing commentary on the state of race relations in both parts of our country. While some of the character descriptions are repetitious, the author handles his huge cast with admirable skill. The insights into racial politics elevate this novel to a status above mere entertainment, although it provides that aplenty. Agent, Russell Galen. (Aug. 3) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Almost 30 years after a brutal world war, the two nations of North America hold to an uneasy peace. When the president of the Confederacy springs an air strike on Philadelphia, and Patton's army divides the United States into two parts, the world once again erupts. Combining historical figures with fictional characters, the author of the "Worldwar Tetralogy" series demonstrates his utter mastery of alternate history and military sf in the first book of a new trilogy. Highly recommended. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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“Turtledove [is] the standard-bearer for alternate history.”
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345457233
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 8/3/2004
  • Series: Settling Accounts Series , #1
  • Pages: 640
  • Product dimensions: 6.62 (w) x 9.50 (h) x 1.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Harry Turtledove was born in Los Angeles in 1949. He has taught ancient and medieval history at UCLA, Cal State Fullerton, and Cal State L.A., and has published a translation of a ninth-century Byzantine chronicle, as well as several scholarly articles. He is also an award-winning full-time writer of science fiction and fantasy. His alternate history works have included several short stories and novels, including The Guns of the South; How Few Remain (winner of the Sidewise Award for Best Novel); the Great War epics: American Front, Walk in Hell, and Breakthroughs; the Colonization books: Second Contact, Down to Earth, and Aftershocks; American Empire novels: Blood and Iron, The Center Cannot Hold, and Victorious Opposition; and Ruled Britannia. He is married to fellow novelist Laura Frankos. They have three daughters: Alison, Rachel, and Rebecca.

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Flora Blackford woke from nightmare to nightmare. She’d dreamt she was trapped in a burning building, with fire alarms and sirens screaming all around her. When her eyes opened, she thought for a dreadful moment that she was still dreaming, for sirens were wail- ing outside. Then reason returned along with consciousness, and the Congresswoman from New York groaned. Those were air-raid sirens, which could only mean the war had started at last.

Or maybe it’s a drill, Flora thought, snatching desperately at hope, though a drill at—she looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand—four in the morning struck her as madness. Of course, a new round of war between the United States and the Confederate States struck her as madness, too.

Antiaircraft guns in the defense ring around Philadelphia began to pound. That sound banished the last vestiges of doubt. Guns inside the de facto capital of the USA opened up a moment later. Through the gunfire and the sirens, she heard a deep, distant throbbing that rapidly grew louder. Those were Confederate bombers overhead.

She sprang out of bed and threw a housecoat on over the thin cotton nightgown she’d worn against the muggy heat of the first days of summer in Philadelphia. She had one arm in the quilted housecoat and one arm out when she suddenly stopped in outrage that seemed ridiculous only later. “That bastard!” she exclaimed. “He didn’t even declare war!”

A new sound joined the cacophony outside: the thin whistle of falling bombs. As the first explosions made the windows of her flat rattle and shake, she realized President Jake Featherston of the CSA wouldn’t have to send Al Smith, his U.S. counterpart, any formal messages now.

Fear joined outrage. She could die here. So could her son. She ran to his bedroom and threw open the door. “Joshua! Get up!” she shouted. “We’ve got to get down to the basement! The war is here!”

Only a snore answered her. At sixteen, Joshua could sleep through anything, and he’d proved it. Sirens? Antiaircraft guns? Droning bombers? Bombs? Probing searchlights? His mother yelling? They were all one to him, and likewise all nothing to him.

“Get up!” Flora shouted again. Still no response. She went over to the bed and shook him. “Get up!”

That did the job. Joshua Blackford sat up and muttered for a moment. He didn’t doubt what was going on around him the way his mother had. “They really went and did it!” he said.

“Yes, they really did,” Flora agreed grimly. Bombs were bursting closer now, underscoring her words. “Come on. Get moving. Put on a bathrobe or something and get downstairs with me. We don’t have time to dawdle.”

Later, she would discover that putting on a bathrobe when you were already wearing pajamas was dawdling, too. But that would be later. In the wee small hours of June 22, 1941, she was doing as well as she could.

Someone pounded on the door. “Get out! Get downstairs!” a hoarse male voice yelled.

“We’re coming!” Flora shouted back. Joshua flew into a terry-cloth robe. Flora grabbed a key and locked the door behind her when she and her son left the apartment. Those niceties would also go by the board later on.

Down the stairs they scurried, along with the other members of Congress and bureaucrats and businessmen and their families who rented here. For the moment, everybody was equal: equal in fear and equal in fury. In the darkness of the stairwell, people said exactly what they thought of Jake Featherston, the Freedom Party, and the Confederate States of America. Flora heard some things she’d never heard before. No one cared if women were within earshot. Some of the most inflammatory things came from the mouths of women, as a matter of fact.

The basement was dark, too, dark and crowded and hot and stuffy. Someone lit a match to start a cigarette. The brief flare of light might have been a bomb itself. Flora wished she hadn’t thought of that comparison. If a bomb did hit this building . . .

“Sh’ma yisroayl, adonai elohaynu, adonai ekhod,” she murmured, just in case.

More bombs burst, some of them very close. The basement shook, as if at an earthquake. Plaster pattered down from the ceiling. A woman screamed. A man groaned. Beside Flora, Joshua whispered, “Wow!”

She wanted to hit him and kiss him at the same time. He was reacting to the spectacle, to what people were doing all around him. Fear? He knew nothing of fear because at his age he didn’t really believe anything could happen to him. Flora was heading into her mid-fifties. She knew perfectly well that disaster could knock on the door.

A rending crash came from outside, different from the sharp, staccato roars of the exploding bombs. “We got one of the fuckers, anyway,” a man said in tones of ferocious satisfaction.

A bomber. That was what that had to be. A Confederate bomber had smashed to earth somewhere not far away. How many young men had been aboard it? How many had managed to get clear and parachute away before it went into its last fatal dive? And how many Philadelphians had they killed before they were shot down? If you were going to ask the other questions, you had to ask that one, too.

The raid lasted a little more than an hour. Little by little, bombs came at longer intervals. The drone of engines overhead faded. The antiaircraft guns kept ravening away for several minutes after the bombers were gone. Some of them went on shooting even after the continuous all-clear note replaced the warbling rise and fall of the air-raid alarm.

“Well, that was fun,” somebody behind Flora said. Along with half a dozen other people, she laughed—probably louder than the joke deserved. But it cut the tension, and there had been enough tension in the air to need a lot of cutting.

“What do we do now, Mom?” Joshua asked.

“We go back up to the flat and see what happened to it,” Flora answered. “Then I have to go in to Congress. Featherston may not have bothered with a declaration of war, but President Smith will, and they’ll need me to vote for it.”

Back in 1914, as a Socialist agitator in New York City, she’d urged her party not to vote for the credits that financed the opening act of the Great War. She remained a Socialist. These days, though, the country had a Socialist president (which would have seemed unimaginable in 1914) and had been wantonly attacked by the Confederate States (which wouldn’t have seemed surprising at all).

As they left the basement, morning twilight was brightening toward dawn. “That’s why the Confederate bombers went home,” Joshua said as they climbed stairs. “They didn’t want to hang around when our gunners and fighter pilots could get a good look at them.”

“I didn’t know I had a son on the General Staff,” Flora said. Joshua snorted but looked immensely proud of himself.

When they went back into the apartment, they found glass everywhere: on the floors, on the beds, some glittering shards driven deep into the plaster of the far wall. The windows were gone, every single one of them. Flora eyed the shards with a fresh horror. What would those flying fragments of glass have done to people whose soft flesh happened to get in the way? Butchered them. That was the only word Flora could think of.

Joshua was staring out at the city. His head slowly swung from left to right, taking it all in like a panning newsreel camera. Flora joined him. There were bomb craters half a block down the street. A little farther away, a black, greasy pillar of smoke rose into the sky. Was that the bomber’s pyre? She thought so.

More columns of smoke rose all over Philadelphia. Most of them came from the center of town, where government buildings had gone up ever since the 1880s. Most, but not all. The Confederates had dropped bombs all over the city. Bad aim? Deliberate terror? Who could guess?

Fire engine sirens screeched as the sun came up over the horizon. When Flora tried to turn on the bathroom lamp, she discovered the power had gone out. “Don’t leave the icebox open very long—it lets the cold out,” she called to Joshua as she dressed. They had an electric refrigerator, but she was used to the older word. “I’m going to Congress.” She hurried out the door and down the stairs.

Two Representatives and a Senator were already at the curb trying to flag a taxi. Flora got one by walking out in the street in front of it. The driver didn’t—quite—run over her. All the elected officials piled in. “To Congress!” they bawled.

The neoclassical mountain of a building where the Senate and House met had escaped damage, though firemen were fighting flames in the office building across the street and dragging bodies out of it. “Joint session!” Flora didn’t even know where she first heard it, but it was everywhere as soon as she got into the rotunda. “President Smith will address a joint session.”

A joint session meant shoehorning the Senate into the far larger House chamber along with the Representatives. Today, there were still some empty seats after that: members of Congress who couldn’t get to the session or who were injured or dead. A joint session also meant the risk of a lucky bomb taking out the whole legislative branch and the President. Flora wished she hadn’t thought of that.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States!” the Speaker of the House boomed out. The wave of applause that greeted Al Smith was fierce and savage.

Smith himself looked like hell. People had called him the Happy Warrior, but he seemed anything but happy as he mounted the podium. He had aged years in the months since his acceptance of a U.S.-C.S. plebiscite in Kentucky and Houston (now west Texas again) and Sequoyah proved such a spectacularly bad idea. His hands shook as he gathered the pages of his speech.

But his voice—even more strongly New York–flavored than Flora’s—rang out strong and true. A thicket of microphones picked it up and carried it across the USA by wireless: “I have to tell you now that this country is at war with the Confederate States of America. At the close of my address, I shall ask the Congress to make the official declaration, a formality the Confederate States have forgotten.” Another furious round of applause said he would get what he asked for.

He went on, “You can imagine what a bitter blow it is for me that all my long struggle to win peace has failed. Yet I cannot believe that there is anything more or anything different that I could have done and that would have been more successful. Up to the very last it would have been quite possible to have arranged a peaceful and honorable settlement between the CSA and the USA, but Featherston would not have it. He had evidently made up his mind to attack us whatever happened, and although he may claim he put forward reasonable proposals which we rejected, that is not a true statement.

“His action shows convincingly that there is no chance of expecting that this man will ever give up his practice of using force to gain his will. He can only be stopped by force. We have a clear conscience. We have done all that any country could do to establish peace. But now that it has come to war, I know every American will play his part with calmness and courage.

“Now may God bless you all. He will defend our cause. It is the evil things that we shall be fighting against—brute force, bad faith, injustice, oppression, and persecution—and against them I am certain that the right shall prevail.”

Flora applauded till her palms hurt. It was a good speech. The only way it could have been better was if Al Smith hadn’t had to give it at all.

When the air-raid sirens screeched in the middle of the night, Armstrong Grimes thought it was a drill. He figured some sadistic officer had found a new way to rob him of sleep, as if basic training didn’t take enough anyhow. But listening to a sergeant screaming, “Get moving, assholes! This is the real thing!” sent him bouncing out of his cot in a hurry.

He could normally dress in three minutes. He had his green-gray uniform on in under two. “Do we line up for roll call?” somebody yelled.

“Jesus Christ, no!” the sergeant hollered back. “Get your asses into the shelter trenches! If you bastards live, we’ll count you later.”

They’d dug the shelter trenches near the Fort Custer barracks outside Columbus, Ohio, the week before. Wasted work, Armstrong had thought. And it had been, then, in the dim dark disappearing days of peace. Now war was coming, riding closer every second on the screams of the sirens. War was coming, and what had been waste might save his life. A lesson lurked there somewhere, if only he could find it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2006

    How much Nazism can you unload on the South?

    The best thing one can say about this book is that it moves the story along. However, after about four doses of the same Nazi-Germany-in-the-New-South, this is wearing thin. Turtledove moves Hitler, the SS, death camps, submachine guns, high cycle rate machine guns, Stukas, blitzkrieg, and probably a few others I missed, while missing details like Patton's IVORY handled revolvers. This is despite, in this timeline, The CSA are allied with the British and French, who did not create those things. He also gives the CSA a semiautomatic rifle, despite not holding the Springfield Arsenal. One suspects that all this is also to drag the book along and prevent a two-chapter war. For devotees only.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014


    Great if u love madeup history

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014


    Shows y if seceddind from union would have been a mistake

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014

    Lpve series

    Love series

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  • Posted July 22, 2012

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    Very much Recommended

    I highly recommend this book, well written and thought out. It is interested to to watch the CSA get slowly and inextricably pushed back.

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  • Posted July 11, 2012

    Excellent ongoing story

    Despite the historically-accurate racist terms and attitudes of some characters, this book (this series) is NOT racist, nor are any of its predecessors. It is a reasonably accurate accounting of what COULD have happened if the South had won the War Between the States (Civil War). The writing continues to be interesting, and the characters believable. The situations are both militarily and civilly logical, as well as entertaining. It is, after all, ALTERNATE history fiction. Harry continues to do a very fascinating (to me) job of developing this story line, with both known and little-known characters from our history. My only negative comment is not on the story, but on the tardiness of the publisher in getting out the pocket edition. I really don't like lugging around these large-sized paperbacks. Go from hardbound to pocket, willya? Please? I almost didn't buy (yet; this large edition) because of that. This series is even more interesting (to me) than the original, relatively sci-fi "Guns of the South" (which was interesting in itself). I'm enjoying this sequel and have already purchased ITS sequel(s). Good work! From a modern Southerner who recognises this alternate reality.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2011

    Very interesting

    I love this book its an excellent and creative read

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  • Posted July 31, 2011

    Great book

    Highly recommended

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  • Posted July 31, 2011

    Great book

    I enjoyed it in the series and highly recommend it.

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  • Posted July 31, 2011

    Great book

    I loved this series.

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  • Posted July 31, 2011

    Awesome piece of the series

    Highly recommended.

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  • Posted February 25, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Read this one, and the next

    This is the stunning second to last book.

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  • Posted February 25, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Very Good book

    I think this is a great book, read it!

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  • Posted February 25, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    I Also Recommend:

    Super Good

    Highly recommended, superb writing, you want to read every single page and thirst for even more.

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  • Posted February 25, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Super Good

    Stunning, the rest though, is left to your imagination.

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  • Posted October 17, 2009

    Harry Turtledove continues to amaze me

    SETTLING ACCOUNTS: THE GRAPPLE is the 9th Harry Turtledove book I've purchased and read.

    His "What if" of Americana draws from actual history as well as the flights of fancy. From HOW FEW REMAIN thru THE GRAPPLE his take and twists of what could have been is interwoven between the lives of several characteres all striving to survive in this timeline.

    His take on the political landscape is nothing less than brilliant and I must admit some of his suppositions have driven me to research actual history to see where those divergent points came from.

    He's a brilliant historian... he has to be in order to do what he does so well.

    His character development is exceptional and I've found myself almost grieving as some of them have died.

    But the best thing I can say about any author is he's a great story teller.

    And putting aside everything else he is one of the BEST story tellers I've had the joy of reading.

    I've read many long historical series and eventually wind up packing those books away and selling them in a yard sale or donating them to a charity auction.

    That's not going to happen with THE GRAPPLE and my other books by Mr. Turtledove. He's a permanent addition to my library.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2009

    What might have been.

    Many have complained that this book paints the South in a bad light and is unrealistic. However, Turtledove's account of a Nazi-esque South is sadly not as far from the truth as many would contend. Featherston's rabble rousing methods, while molded to fit the Hitler mold, clearly show some influence from such Southern leaders as "Pitchfork" Ben Tillman who openly advocated the murder of Black Southerners in the early 1900s and was rewarded with jobs as Governor and Senator but who was openly populist and anti-elitist as well.
    The world Turtledove presents of the 1930s and 40s is very different from our world and very strange, but not altogether implausible. Of course, a lot of factors and choices would have had to be made to bring us to that point and Turtledove shows how these choices could have been made. It is a fascinating yarn that makes us appreciate (at least from the US point of view) that we made different choices. He also does us a service by shedding light on certain forgotten realities, like the violent US government suppression of the LDS church in the 1870s, which very well might have persisted were the Northern States the weak totality of the United States.
    Turtledove does some fun and interesting things with his characters and their development and it makes us wonder about just how we have gotten here. Turtledove is an academic historian with the gifts of storyteller and his fascinating What If tales provide excellent food for thought if for nothing else than whether his What If is plausible or not. People should not take them too seriously or feel too personally insulted because What If tales can easily show us the great devils of our nature rather than the angels. I am sure 1890s Germans would have been quite appalled at the notion of massacring their Jewish population, a population well-integrated into their society, but then events and various series of choices led them to unspeakable horror, a horror which it seems all societies are capable of committing.
    This story makes one wonder about so many of the realities of our world which we too often take for inevitable certainties. By reading the What If tales we hopefully realize just how much power we DO have to shape history and our own destinies.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2007

    This war is a dud

    I've enjoyed most of Mr Turtledove's books, but this one is less like alternative history and more like pin the tail on the donkey. Jake Featherston is Hitler. The CSA has to lose. Got it. I read Book One of this series, mostly because I had always found the characters interesting. No longer. Now they have all the depth of cartoon characters. The whole war turns on a pinhead and all the CSA characters are killed or marginalized as Nazi-like. The USA, depite fighting a war on several fronts are able to turn it around and begin to win the war. But all of a sudden the CSA characters are a bunch of idiots and the USA can do no wrong. I knew when I started reading the series that the CSA 'NAZIS' were destined to lose the war, but no logic is shown for how a better equipped army suddenly starts losing to one that was back on its heels. I read about 80 per cent of this book and stopped, and have the third one but will never read it, much less buy the fourth. It's Mr Turledove's history and he can do what he wants, he'll just be doing it without me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2007

    Excellent conclusion, more to come?

    This book is the conclusion of the 'Settling Accounts' tetralogy, which in turn is part of the alternate storyline of a North America where the South had won the Civil War 'this is the 11th book in that series'. About the first 50% of the book deal with the final stages of this alternate WWII, including the development and usage of atomic bombs 'I counted 10', jet fighters, V2-type missiles, and the liberation of the CSA death camps. The last part is about the USA starting occupation business in the South. As always, the book tells the story of a bunch of individuals on both sides, each story about 4-5 pages long before switching to the next character, and then back a chapter or two later. This sometimes makes it a bit difficult to concentrate on the overall storyline, but at the end it makes the book a very entertaining read. Altogether a very satisfying book, however, I had expected part of the storyline to cover the ongoing occupation of Canada. Also, at the end of the book we still don't know much about the war progress in Europe. Opposite from when Dr. Turtledove tried his hands on an 'alternate future' in the last book of the Colonization series, I sincerely wish this series will go on. It is just Spring of 1945 in this universe, and lordy what possibilities a creative mind could come up with - Elvis fighting underground in the CSA, Fidel Castro becoming a famous baseball player, JF Kennedy becoming the first man on the moon, the Cold War with alternate foes, - man, it would be a shame if we wouldn't see another trilogy. I know I would enjoy it!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 9, 2007

    Ended...but not concluded

    Apparently the last in Harry Turtledove¿s alternate history series, a decade long undertaking set on the premise that the South had won the Civil War, ¿In at the Death¿ is at once both satisfying and disappointing. The satisfying part comes from watching the ¿bad guys,¿ those who have worn ¿black hats¿ throughout this thinly veiled alternate to Hitler¿s rise to power in Germany, finally get their comeuppance. The sad deaths of several character to whom the reader became attached are largely missing from this episode. Only the bad guys buy the farm in this one¿so there is a measure of emotional reward there. That said, however, Turtledove made several crucial decisions that will leave many readers feeling cheated and maybe more than a little disappointed. The quick, ignominious end of the Confederate president is a surprise, a bit of a disappointment¿and maybe a message. Perhaps the no frills end to this evil life was Turtledove¿s editorial comment on the question of whether evil ought to be granted any celebrity whatsoever. In this case, he certainly granted it none. Similarity, after all the build-up, the war actually ends rather quickly in this tale¿leaving a good chunk of the book to the post-war adjustments made by the various characters. One or two are quite surprising, even if logical. Unfortunately, they are not by themselves really enough to carry the story through the pages allotted to this portion of the saga. Finally, Turtledove¿s apparent 'and VERY regrettable' decision to end the saga here literally leaves a world of questions unanswered. Another trilogy could easily follow this one, even if the central character, the driving force of the entire series is no longer on the scene. Fans can only hope that after a year or two Turtledove will return to this world of his creation and bring to story forward another 20 years. It would be worth the wait.

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