Settling Accounts: In at the Death (Settling Accounts Series #4) [NOOK Book]


Franklin Roosevelt is the assistant secretary of defense. Thomas Dewey is running for president with a blunt-speaking Missourian named Harry Truman at his side. Britain holds onto its desperate alliance with the USA’s worst enemy, while a holocaust unfolds in Texas. In Harry Turtledove’s compelling, disturbing, and extraordinarily vivid reshaping of American history, a war of secession has triggered a generation of madness. The tipping point ...
See more details below
Settling Accounts: In at the Death (Settling Accounts Series #4)

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$13.99 price

All Available Formats & Editions


Franklin Roosevelt is the assistant secretary of defense. Thomas Dewey is running for president with a blunt-speaking Missourian named Harry Truman at his side. Britain holds onto its desperate alliance with the USA’s worst enemy, while a holocaust unfolds in Texas. In Harry Turtledove’s compelling, disturbing, and extraordinarily vivid reshaping of American history, a war of secession has triggered a generation of madness. The tipping point has come at last.

The third war in sixty years, this one yet unnamed: a grinding, horrifying series of hostilities and atrocities between two nations sharing the same continent and both calling themselves Americans. At the dawn of 1944, the United States has beaten back a daredevil blitzkrieg from the Confederate States–and a terrible new genie is out of history’s bottle: a bomb that may destroy on a scale never imagined before. In Europe, the new weapon has shattered a stalemate between Germany, England, and Russia. When the trigger is pulled in America, nothing will be the same again.

With visionary brilliance, Harry Turtledove brings to a climactic conclusion his monumental, acclaimed drama of a nation’s tragedy and the men and women who play their roles–with valor, fear, and folly–on history’s greatest stage.

From the Hardcover edition.
Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Alternate history master Turtledove brings his 10-book saga of a Confederate Civil War victory to a satisfying if predictable conclusion. Outfought by the United States and their German allies (as anticipated in 2006's Settling Accounts: The Grapple), the Confederates finally surrender, ending WWII. Now the Southern states must be brought back into the Union after four wars and 80 years of independence. The victorious Northern forces wage a brutal occupation, ruthlessly retaliating against the local population for ambushes and car bombs. While the Union joyously punishes the persecutors of those Negro "residents" of the Confederacy who survived the Freedom Party's genocide campaign, it fails to remedy its treatment of its own black citizens. With Canada and the secessionist Mormon territories remaining under martial law, some readers may wish that Turtledove follows this time line into uncharted territory in yet another sequel. (July)

Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Library Journal

In an alternate world containing a divided and warring North America, the Confederate States of America (CSA) faces defeat at the hands of the United States, guided by its assistant secretary of war, Franklin Roosevelt. With Europe divided in its allegiances, the beleaguered CSA must decide if it should play its deadliest card: the uranium bomb. Concluding his "Settling Accounts" series (e.g., Return Engagement), as well as a cycle of stories that make up the "Great War" and "American Empire" trilogies, Turtledove pulls out all the stops in a panoramic display of historical speculation. Turtledove sets the standard for alternate history and once more proves his worth. Recommended for most libraries.

—Jackie Cassada
From the Publisher

“Turtledove [is] the standard-bearer for alternate history.”
–USA Today

Settling Accounts: The Grapple

“[A] magisterial saga of an alternate America . . . a profoundly thoughtful masterpiece of alternate history.”

Settling Accounts: Drive to the East

“First-time readers can jump in and enjoy Turtledove’s richly rearranged cultural and political landscape.”
–The Kansas City Star

Settling Accounts: Return Engagement

“Strong, complex characters against a sweeping alt-historical background.”
–Kirkus Reviews

Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780345500519
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 7/31/2007
  • Series: Settling Accounts Series, #4
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 139,763
  • File size: 931 KB

Meet the Author

Harry Turtledove is an award-winning author of science fiction and fantasy. His alternate-history works have included several short novels such as The Guns of the South; How Few Remain (winner of the Sidewise Award for Best Novel); the Worldwar saga: In the Balance, Tilting the Balance, Upsetting the Balance, and Striking the Balance; the Colonization books: Second Contact, Down to Earth, and Aftershocks; the Great War epics: American Front, Walk in Hell, and Breakthroughs; the American Empire novels: Blood & Iron, The Center Cannot Hold, and Victorious Opposition; the Settling Accounts series: Return Engagement, Drive to the East, The Grapple, and In at the Death, among others. He is married to fellow novelist Laura Frankos. They have three daughters: Alison, Rachel, and Rebecca.

From the Hardcover edition.
Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Brigadier General Clarence Potter crouched in a muddy trench north of Atlanta. Overhead, U.S. bombers flew through what looked like flak thick enough to walk on. Potter saw smoke coming from a couple of enemy airplanes, but the airplanes went on about the business of pounding the hub of the Confederate States of America flat.

Most of the bombs fell behind Potter, in the heart of Atlanta. As usual, the United States were going after the railroad yards and the factories that made the capital of Georgia so vital to the CSA. As far as Potter could tell, the latest bombardments were overkill. By now, Atlanta’s importance was gone with the wind.

The locals, those who hadn’t refugeed out or been blown sky high, seemed stunned at what had happened to their city. Disasters, to them, were for other places. New Orleans had suffered the indignity of capture in the War of Secession. Louisville had been lost in that war, wrecked in the Second Mexican War, lost again in the Great War, and spent an embarrassing generation as a U.S. city afterwards. Richmond had been battered in the Great War, and was taking it on the chin even harder now. But Atlanta? Atlanta just kept rolling along.

Except it didn’t. Not any more.

Bombs were falling closer now, working their way north. Potter had seen that happen before. The lead airplanes in a formation would put their bombs about where they belonged–or where the bombardiers thought they belonged, anyhow. Bombardiers farther back would use those early explosions as targets. But, being human, the bomber crews didn’t want to hang around any longer than they had to, so they released their bombs a little sooner than they might have. Work that all the way back through a bomber stream, and...

“And I’m liable to get killed by mistake,” Potter muttered. He was in his early sixties, in good hard shape for his age, with iron-gray hair and cold gray eyes behind steel-rimmed spectacles. His specialty was intelligence work, but he commanded a division these days–the Confederacy was running low on capable, or even incapable, line officers. His cynical cast of mind either suited him for the spymaster’s role or came from too many years spent in it. Even he didn’t know which any more.

“General Potter!” a soldier yelled. “You anywhere around, General Potter?” No doubt for his own ears alone, he added, “Where the fuck you at, General Potter?”

“Here I am!” Potter shouted back. Not a bit abashed, the runner dove into the trench with him. “Why are you looking for me?” Potter asked crisply.

You’re General Potter? Our General Potter?” The young soldier didn’t seem convinced despite Potter’s dirty butternut uniform and the wreathed stars on either side of his collar.

“Afraid I am, son.” Potter knew why the runner was dubious, too. “Back before the Great War, I went to college up at Yale. I learned to talk like a damnyankee to fit in, and it stuck. Now quit dicking around. What’s up?”

“Sir, General Patton’s on the telephone, and he needs to talk to you bad,” the kid replied.

“Oh, joy.” Potter had no trouble containing his enthusiasm. No matter what George Patton imagined he needed, Potter knew he didn’t need to talk to Patton. But Patton commanded an army, not just a division. He headed all the forces trying to keep the USA away from Atlanta. Potter knew damn well he had to render unto Caesar–not that Patton thought Julius Caesar, or anyone else, his equal. “All right. Field telephone still at the same old stand?”

“Uh, yes, sir.”

“Then you stay here. No point getting both of us blasted just because General Patton’s got the galloping fantods.”

“Thank you, sir.” The runner gaped at him.

Potter hardly noticed. He scrambled out of the trench, getting more tomato-soup mud on his uniform. Fall 1943 had been wet. A good thing, too, he thought. Without the rain and the mud, the damnyankees’d probably be at the Atlantic, not Atlanta. He knew he exaggerated. He also knew he didn’t exaggerate by as much as he wished he did.
He scuttled over the cratered landscape like a pair of ragged claws. Who was the crazy Englishman who wrote that poem? He couldn’t come up with the name. Bombs whistled down from above. None did more than rattle his nerves.

The field telephone was only a couple of hundred yards from where he’d sheltered when bombs started falling. The soldier with the ungainly apparatus and batteries on his back huddled in a foxhole. Barring a direct hit, that was fine. Potter wished he hadn’t thought of the qualifier. The operator held out the handpiece to him.

“Thanks,” Potter said, and then yelled, “Potter here!” Field-telephone connections were generally bad, and bombs going off in the background definitely didn’t help.

“Hello, Potter. This is Patton!” The army commander also shouted. No one was likely to mistake his rasping voice for anybody else’s, even over a field telephone. Potter supposed the same was true of his own. That turned out not to be quite true, for Patton went on, “If the damnyankees capture a telephone, they can put on one of their men claiming to be you and talk me out of everything I know.”

“Heh,” Potter said dutifully. He was sick of being suspected and twitted because of the way he talked. “What do you need, sir? The runner said it was urgent.”

“He’s right,” Patton answered. “I’m going to send the corps that your division is half of against the U.S. forces between Marietta and Lawrenceville. You’ll go in by way of Chamblee and Doraville, and cut off the Yankees east of there. Once we drive them out of Lawrenceville or destroy them in place there, we reopen communications from Atlanta to the northeast.”

“Sir, do you really think a one-corps attack will shift the U.S. forces in that area?” Potter tried to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Patton’s answer to every military problem was to attack. He’d won great triumphs in Ohio and Pennsylvania in 1941 and 1942, but not the one in Pittsburgh that might have knocked the USA out of the war. And his counterattacks against U.S. forces in Kentucky and Tennessee and Georgia this year had cost the Confederate States far more men and matériel than they were worth.

“We need to reopen that route now, General,” Patton replied. “Even if that weren’t obvious to anyone with a map, I have orders from the President.”

What Jake Featherston wanted, Jake Featherston got. The only thing the President of the CSA wanted that he hadn’t got was the one he’d needed most: a short, victorious war. Even getting a war the country could survive didn’t look easy any more.

Speaking carefully, Potter said, “Sir, the Yankees already have more force in place than we can throw at them. If you try to knock a brick wall down with your head, you hurt your head worse than the wall.”

“It’s not so bad as that, Potter,” General Patton insisted. “They offer us their flank. We can go through them like a ripsaw through balsa wood.”

Potter admired him for not saying like a hot knife through butter. Patton had his own way of speaking, as he had his own way of doing things. For better and for worse, he was his own man. Right now, in Potter’s view, it was for worse.

“If that’s their flank, it’s not soft, sir,” Potter said. “And they have lots of artillery covering the approach. As soon as we start moving, we’ll get plastered.” Two bombs burst close enough to rattle him. “Hell, we’re getting plastered now.”

“We’ve had this argument before, farther north,” Patton said heavily.

“Yes, sir. I have to say the results up there justified me, too,” Potter said.

“I don’t agree. And I don’t have time for your nonsense, either, not now. As I say, my orders come from the President, and leave me no room for discretion,” Patton said. “You will attack, or I will relieve you and put in someone else who will.”

Do I have the courage of my convictions? Potter wondered. To his relief, he discovered he did. “You’d better relieve me, then, sir,” he said. “I’m sorry for the men you’ll throw away, but I won’t be a party to it.”

“You son of a bitch,” Patton said. “You yellow son of a bitch.”

“Fuck you...sir,” Potter said. “Sorry, but you won’t get to pin the blame for your mistakes–and the President’s mistakes–on me.”

“Brigadier General Russell will go forward to take your division,” Patton said. “Don’t wait for him. You are relieved, effective immediately. Come back here to central headquarters at once–at once, do you hear me? We’ll see which shelf the War Department decides to put you on after that.”

“On my way, sir,” Potter answered, and hung up before Patton could say anything else. He shouted for a driver.
His yells attracted a captain on his staff before they got him a motorcar. “What’s the commotion about, sir?” the officer asked.

“I’ve been relieved,” Potter said bluntly. The captain’s jaw dropped. Potter went on, “Brigadier General Russell will take over for me. He’s going to send you northeast to try to cut off the damnyankees in Lawrenceville. I don’t think you can do that, but give it your best shot. When I told General Patton I didn’t think you could, he pulled the plug on me. Orders from the President are that you’ve got to try. I wish you luck.” He meant that. This wasn’t the first time he’d got caught between loving his country and looking down his nose at the man who ran it.

He had time for a handshake before a command car showed up. The driver didn’t seem happy at being out and about with bombs falling. Potter wasn’t happy, either. What could you do?

They made it. They took longer than they would have without all the air raids–but, again, what could you do? Atlanta had taken a nasty beating. One little diner had a jaunty message painted on the plywood that did duty for a front window: open for business while everything around us goes to hell.

“What did you do–walk?” Patton growled when Potter strode into headquarters, which were in an ugly building on Block Place, just west of the cratered remains of the railroad yard.

“Might have been faster if I did,” Potter answered.

Patton muttered. Potter wasn’t contrite enough to suit him. Most men, seeing their military career going up in smoke, would have flab-bled more. “I spoke with the President,” Patton said.

“Oh, boy,” Potter said.

Patton muttered some more. Potter wasn’t impressed enough to suit him, either. Of course, Potter had had more to say to–and about–Jake Featherston than Patton ever did. “There’s an airplane waiting for you at the airport,” Patton ground out. “You’re ordered back to Richmond.”

“So the damnyankees can shoot me down on the way?” Potter said. “Why didn’t Featherston order me executed here?”

“I wondered if he would,” Patton retorted. “Maybe he wants to do it personally. Any which way, get moving. You’ll find out what he has in mind when you get there–if you do. I hope you sweat all the way. Now get out.”

“Always a pleasure,” Potter said, and flipped Patton a salute in lieu of the bird.

Atlanta’s airport was at Hapeville, nine miles south of town. The airplane was a three-engined transport: an Alligator, so called because of its corrugated aluminum skin. U.S. transports were bigger and faster, but Alligators got the job done. The Confederate States had had to rebuild their military from scratch in the 1930s. Not everything got fully modernized: too much to do too fast. Most of the time, slow, obsolescent transports didn’t matter too much.

If, however, a U.S. fighter got on your tail . . .

Cussing Patton under his breath, Potter did sweat till the Alligator, which also carried several other officers and a nondescript civilian who might have been a spy, got well away from Atlanta. The airplane wasn’t out of the woods yet; he knew that. U.S. aircraft from Kentucky and Tennessee raided western North Carolina and Virginia. But his odds had improved.

He started sweating again when they neared Richmond, which vied with Paris as the most heavily bombed city in the world. They got down just before sunset. Two hard-faced men in Freedom Party Guard camouflage uniforms waited for Potter. “Come with us,” one of them growled as soon as he got off. Having no choice, he did, and wondered if he was going for his last ride.

From the Hardcover edition.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4
( 104 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star


4 Star


3 Star


2 Star


1 Star


Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation


  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 104 Customer Reviews
  • 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.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014


    Great if u love madeup history

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014


    Shows y if seceddind from union would have been a mistake

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted May 15, 2014

    Lpve series

    Love series

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted July 22, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    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.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • 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.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2011

    Very interesting

    I love this book its an excellent and creative read

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted July 31, 2011

    Great book

    Highly recommended

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted July 31, 2011

    Great book

    I enjoyed it in the series and highly recommend it.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted July 31, 2011

    Great book

    I loved this series.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted July 31, 2011

    Awesome piece of the series

    Highly recommended.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 25, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Read this one, and the next

    This is the stunning second to last book.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 25, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Very Good book

    I think this is a great book, read it!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • 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.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Posted February 25, 2010

    more from this reviewer

    Super Good

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

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • 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.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • 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.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • 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.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • 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!!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • 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.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 104 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)