To Say Nothing of the Dog

To Say Nothing of the Dog

by Connie Willis

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ISBN-13: 9780553575385
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/28/1998
Series: Bantam Spectra Book Series
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 512
Sales rank: 92,867
Product dimensions: 4.17(w) x 6.86(h) x 1.19(d)
Age Range: 14 - 18 Years

About the Author

Connie Willis has won six Nebula and Six Hugo Awards (more than any other science fiction writer) and the John W. Campbell Memorial Award for her first novel, Lincoln's Dreams.  Her novel Doomsday Book won both the Nebula and Hugo Awards, and her first short-story collection, Fire Watch, was a New York Times Notable Book.  Her other works include Bellwether, Impossible Things, Remake, and Uncharted Territory.  Ms.  Willis lives in Greeley, Colorado, with her family.

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"We must join hands," the Count said to Tossie, taking her hand in his.  "Like this...."

"Yes, yes, we must all join hands," Mrs. Mering said.  "Why, Madame Iritosky!"

Madame Iritosky was standing in the doorway, draped in a flowing purple robe with wide sleeves.  "I have been summoned by the spirits to serve as your guide this evening in the parting of the veil."  She touched the back of her hand to her forehead.  "It is my duty, no matter what the cost to me."

"How wonderful!"  Mrs.  Mering said.  "Do come sit down.  Baine, pull up a chair for Madame Iritosky."

"No, no," Madame Iritosky said, indicating Professor Peddick's chair.  "It is here that the teleplasmic vibrations converge."  Professor Peddick obligingly changed chairs.

At least she hadn't sat down next to Verity, but she was next to Count de Vecchio, which meant she'd have one hand free.  And next to me, which meant I was going to have an even harder time lifting tables.

"There is too much light," she said.  "There must be dark--"  She looked round the parlor.  "Where is my cabinet?"

"Yes, Baine," Mrs.  Mering said.  "I told you to put it in here."

"Yes, madam," he said bowing.  "One of the doors was broken, so that it would not lock properly, and I removed it to the kitchen for repairs.  I have repaired it.  Would you like me to bring it in now?"

"No!"  Madame Iritosky said.  "That will not be necessary."

"As you wish," Baine said.

"I feel that there will not be manifestations tonight," she said.  "The spirits wish to speak to us only.  Join hands," she ordered, draping her voluminous purple sleeves over the table.

I grabbed her right hand and grasped it firmly.

"No!" she said, wrenching it away.  "Lightly."

"So sorry," I said.  "I'm new at this sort of thing."

She laid her hand back in mine.  "Baine, turn down the lights," she said.  "The spirits can only come to us in candlelight.  Bring a candle.  Here."  She indicated a flower-stand near her elbow.

Baine lit the candle and turned the lights down.

"Do not turn the lights up on any account," she ordered.  "Or attempt to touch the spirits or the medium.  It could be dangerous."

Tossie giggled, and Madame Iritosky began to cough.  Her hand let go of mine.  I took the opportunity to extend the wires from my wrists and hook them under the table.

"I beg your pardon.  My throat," Madame Iritosky said, and slipped her hand in mine again.  And if Baine had turned up the lights, it would have been dangerous, all right.  I would have bet anything it would have revealed Count de Vecchio's hand in mine.  Not to mention my own hanky-panky.

There was a faint rustling on my right.  Verity, moving her garter into position.

"I've never been at a seance before," I said loudly to cover it.  "We shan't hear bad news, shall we?"

"The spirits speak as they will," Madame Iritosky said.

"Isn't this exciting?"  Mrs.  Mering said.

"Silence," Madame Iritosky said in a sepulchral tone.  "Spirits, we call you from the Other Side.  Come to us and tell us of our fate."

The candle blew out.

Mrs.  Mering screamed.

"Silence," Madame Iritosky said.  "They are coming."

There was a long pause during which several people coughed, and then Verity kicked me on the shin.  I let go of her hand and reached onto my lap, and lifted the lid off the basket.

"I felt something," Verity said, which wasn't true, because Princess Arjumand was brushing against my legs.

"I felt it, too," the Reverend Mr. Arbitage said after a moment.  "It was like a cold wind."

"Oh!"  Tossie said.  "I felt it just now."

"Is there a spirit there?"  Madame Iritosky said, and I leaned forward and lifted up with my wrists.

Amazingly, the table actually moved.  Only a little, but enough to make Tossie and Mrs.  Mering both give their little screamlets and Terence to exclaim, "I say!"

"If you are there, spirit," Madame Iritosky said, sounding irritated, "speak to us.  Rap once for yes, twice for no.  Are you a friendly spirit?"

I held my breath.

Clack went the sugared violets box, and restored my faith in mystery novels.

"Are you Gitcheewatha?"  Madame Iritosky asked.

"That's her spirit control," Mrs.  Mering explained.  "He's a Red Indian chief."

Clack, clack.

"Are you the spirit that I saw the other night?"  Mrs.  Mering said.

Clack.

"I knew it," Mrs.  Mering said.

"Who are you?"  Madame Iritosky said coldly.

There was a silence.  "She wants us to use the alphabet," Verity said, and even in the dark I could sense Madame Iritosky glaring at her.

"Do you wish to communicate by means of the alphabet?"  Mrs.  Mering said excitedly.

Clack.  And then a second clack, a different sound, like someone cracking a knuckle.

"You don't wish to communicate by alphabet?"  Mrs.  Mering said, confusedly.

Clack, and a sharp kick on the shins.

"She does," I said hastily.  "A B C--"

Clack.

"C," Tossie said.  "O, Madame Iritosky, you told me to beware of the sea."

"What else?"  Mrs.  Mering said.  "Do go on, Mr. Henry."

Not while there was a foot loose in here.  I slid forward in my chair, stretching my left leg till it touched Madame Iritosky's skirt and pressed my foot hard against hers.  "ABCDEFGHIJK," I said rapidly, my foot held tight against hers, "LMNO--"

Clack.

She pulled her leg back, and I wondered what would happen if I clamped my hand down hard on her knee.

It was too late.  "ABCD--" Mrs.  Mering said, and the rapping sounded again.

"COD?"  Mrs.  Mering said.

"Cod," Professor Peddick said.  "Gaddus callerias, of which the most interesting variety is the Welsh whiting."

"'Will you walk a little faster,'" Terence quoted, "'said a whiting to a--'"

"Cod, coddle, cody," the Reverend Mr. Arbitage said.  "Are you the ghost of Buffalo Bill Cody?"

"No!"  I shouted before anyone could rap an answer.  "l know what it is.  It's not a C, it's a G.  C and G look nearly alike," I said, hoping no one would notice the letters had been spoken, not written, and that they were nowhere near each other in the called-out alphabet.  "G-O-D.  She's trying to spell Godiva.  Are you the spirit of Lady Godiva?"

A very decisive clack and we were, thankfully, back on track.

"Lady Godiva?"  Mrs.  Mering said uncertainly.

Tossie said, "Is she the one who rode a horse without any--?"

"Tossie!"  Mrs.  Mering said.

"Lady Godiva was a very holy woman," Verity said.  "She had only her people's best interests at heart.  Her message must be very urgent."

"Yes," I said, pressing hard against Madame Iritosky's leg.  "What are you trying to tell us, Lady Godiva?  ABC--"

Clack.

I rattled through the alphabet again, determined not to leave any spaces this time for Madame Iritosky to insert a rap.  "ABCDEFGHIJK--"

I made it as far as M.  There was a sharp rap, like a very annoyed toe being cracked.  I ignored it and pressed on to O, but to no avail.

"M," Mrs.  Mering said.  "CM."

"What sort of word begins with CM?"  Terence said.

"Could she be saying 'come'?"  Tossie said.

"Yes, of course," Mrs.  Mering said.  "But where does she wish us to come?  ABC--" and Verity clacked on cue, but I didn't see what good it was going to do us.  We'd never make it to "o," let alone "v."

"A--" Mrs.  Mering said.

I stamped down hard on Madame Iritosky's foot, but it was too late.  Rap.  There was no mistaking the fury behind the rap this time.  It sounded like she'd broken a toe.

"C-A--" Mrs.  Mering said.

"Cat," Madame Iritosky pronounced.  "The spirit is trying to communicate news of Miss Mering's cat."  Her voice abruptly changed.  "I bring you word of Princess Arjumand," she said in a low husky growl.  "She is here with us on the Other Side--"

"Princess Arjumand?"  On the Other Side?"  Tossie said.  "But she can't be!  She--"

"Do not grieve that she has passed over.  She is happy here."

Princess Arjumand chose this moment to jump onto the table, scaring everyone and startling Tossie into a screamlet.

"O Princess Arjumand!"  Tossie said happily.  "I knew you hadn't passed over.  Why did the spirit say she had, Madame Iritosky?"

I didn't wait for her to come up with an answer.  "The message was not cat.  C-A--What are you trying to say to us, spirit?"  and rattled off the alphabet as fast as I could.  "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTW--"

Verity clacked, and Tossie said, "C-A-V?  What does that spell?  Cave?  She wishes us to come to a cave?"

"Cahv?"  I said helpfully.  "Cuhv?"

"Coventry," Mrs.  Mering said, and I could have kissed her.  "Spirit, do you wish us to come to Coventry?"

A fervent clack.

"Where in Coventry?"  I said, put my full weight on Madame Iritosky's shoe, and started through the alphabet at a gallop.

Verity wisely decided not to try for Saint.  She clacked on M, I, and C, and, not sure how long I was going to be able to hold Madame Iritosky down, I said, "St. Michael's," got a clack of confirmation, asked, "Do you wish us to come to St. Michael's Church?"  another clack and withdrew my feet.

"St. Michael's Church," Mrs.  Mering said.  "Oh, Madame Iritosky, we must go first thing tomorrow morning--"

"Silence," Madame Iritosky said, "I sense a malicious spirit here," and I groped wildly for her foot with mine.

"Are you a wicked spirit?"  she said.

Rap.

I waited for Verity to clack a second time, but there was nothing but a frantic rustling.  She must have moved the sugared violets box back up above her knee.

"Are you being controlled by an unbeliever?"  Madame Iritosky asked.

Rap.

"Baine, bring up the lights," Madame Iritosky said commandingly.  "There is someone rapping here who is not a spirit."

And I was going to be caught with wires sticking out of my wrists.  I tried to pull my hand out of Madame Iritosky's (or the Count's), but whoever it was had an iron grip.

"Baine!  The lights!"  Madame Iritosky ordered.  She struck a match and lit the candle.

There was a gust of air from the French doors, and the candle blew out.

Tossie screamed, and even Terence gasped.  Everyone looked toward the billowing curtains.  There was a sound, like a low moan, and something luminous appeared beyond the curtains.

"My God!"  the Reverend Mr.  Arbitage said.

"A manifestation," Mrs.  Mering breathed.

The shape floated slowly toward the open French doors, canting slightly to port and glowing with a ghastly greenish light.

The hand holding mine relaxed, and I shoved the wires up my sleeves all the way to my elbows.  Next to me, I could feel Verity pulling up her skirts and then reaching over and jamming the sugared violets box down the side of my right boot.

"Count de Vecchio, go turn up the lights!"  Madame Iritosky said.

"Una fantasma!"  the Count exclaimed and crossed himself.

Verity straightened and took my hand.  "O manifestation, are you the spirit of Lady Godiva?"

"Count de Vecchio," Madame Iritosky said, "l command you to turn up the gas!"

The shape reached the French doors and then seemed to rise and take shape as a face.  A veiled face with large dark eyes.  And a mashed nose.  And jowls.

Verity's hand, holding mine, gave a little spasm.  "O spirit," she said, her voice controlled, "Do you wish us to come to Coventry?"

The shape drifted slowly back from the door, and then turned and vanished, as if a black cloth had been thrown over it.  The French doors slammed shut.

"It bids us go to Coventry," I said.  "We cannot ignore the spirit's summons."

"Did you see that?"  Count de Vecchio said.  "It was horrible, horrible!"

"I have seen a seraphim in the flesh," the Reverend Mr.  Arbitage said rapturously.

The lights came up, revealing Baine standing calmly by the lamp on the marble-topped table, adjusting the flame.

"O Madame Iritosky!"  Mrs.  Mering said, collapsing onto the carpet, "I have seen the face of my own dear mother!"

What People are Saying About This

From the Publisher

"The most hilarious book of its kind since John Irving's The Water-Method Man and A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole."
—Des Moines Sunday Register

"An utter delight.  Ms.  Willis's unique, engaging voice will carry you off to a place where chaos theory makes perfect sense, time travel is a REASONABLE mode of transport, and safeguarding the fate of humanity is a respectable day job."
—Amanda Quick

"Willis effortlessly juggles comedy of manners, chaos theory and a wide range of literary allusions [with a] near flawlessness of plot, character and prose."
—Publishers Weekly

"I have long thought that Jerome K. Jerome's Three Men In A Boat is one of the highest points of Inimitable British Humor.  I chuckle; I gurgle; I know those three men—to say nothing of the dog.  And now I am convinced there was a woman concealed in that boat, too: Connie Willis."
—Laurie R. King

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momcatj More than 1 year ago
When Lady Schrapnell agrees to endow the time travel project, it seems like a dream come true for the researchers at Oxford University. They didn't count on their benefactor deciding to use the project to re-create Coventry Cathedral, sending travelers back to umpteen different time periods to locate objects. Time lagged and exhausted, Ned Henry is sent back to Victorian England to recuperate away from the demanding patron. Unfortunately, he's sent so hastily that he arrives unprepared to fit into an era of seances, village fetes, and penwipes. He lands at a railway station in 1888 where he meets a dreamy college student who spouts poetry and tends to fall in love suddenly, an eccentric Oxford professor, a bulldog named Cyril and a whole host of characters who could have walked out of a P.G. Wodehouse novel. Ned is infatuated with Verity, a fellow time traveler, but he isn't sure if it's true love or time-lag. Whatever, they need to resolve a little problem caused by Verity's accidental removal of an item that needs to be returned to its rightful place or else. . . well, they're not quite certain what may happen but that might mean the downfall of civilization. At the very least they might be stuck in the past. As you may have gathered, this is a difficult book to explain properly. I can tell you that it's an entertaining adventure with science fiction, a bit of romance, some farce and a comedy of manners. I think it's a delightful tale that should appear to a wide variety of readers, including those who don't usually like science fiction or fantasy. One of my favorite scenes has a weary 1940 time traveler telling a colleague that a native asked about the Queen. "I told him she was wearing a hat. She did, didn't she? I can never remember which one wore the hats." They all did, is the response, except for Victoria. And Camilla. (It's worth noting that this book was written in 1997.) By the way, the title comes from Jerome K. Jerome's Three Men in a Boat, but you don't need to have read that to enjoy some of the in-jokes and brushes with history. I highly recommend this book for your reading pleasure.
TeRenee More than 1 year ago
A fun and witty novel, To Say Nothing of The Dog was engaging and intellectually stimulating. It was quirky and well written, capturing my attention from the very beginning. I enjoyed every minute of it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I hadn't heard of this book or the author until I saw it on the Hugo Award list. It ended up being the exact book that I was wanting to read. The idea of time travel is appealing to me and the rules and ideas that Connie imploys in her image of it were terrific in my opinion. With it's drama and underlying humor I was only disappointed when I finished the final word. I immediately found, bought and read Doomsday Book and finished that with the same exhuberance.
christer More than 1 year ago
I read this after re-discovering Connie Willis and reading The Dooms Day Book. It takes place in the time traveling historian's universe and is a somewhat lighthearted look at restoration of the Coventry Cathedral. I loved it. Connie Willis is an engaging, wonderful writer and I have enjoyed reading everything in this 'series'. The books stand alone but I liked reading them in the order she wrote them.
Joel_M More than 1 year ago
The year is 2057 and Oxford University has a time travel device that is used by their historians. When something is brought back through the machine from the Victorian era (something that is supposedly impossible) the historians furiously scramble to figure out if they have caused an incongruity and get events back into their proper course if they have...all while trying to track down a hideous piece of Victorian art for the overbearing Lady Schrapnell. This is probably the best fiction I read last year. Between the silliness of Victorian England and all the little things that keep going wrong for the main characters, this book is hilarious. Connie Willis has managed to construct a thoroughly enjoyable time travel tale with a fairly complex plot that seems to be free of major plot holes or paradoxes. Loved it!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I picked up this book because I used to live (for a brief stint) in Coventry England, so it peaked my curiosity. I was not disapointed. It mixed Sci Fi with old England in such a great way. I want to read it again!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Connie Willis' books are always well researched and written. This is no exception. Time travelers in the 21st century are going back to various points in history to re-build Coventry Cathedral which was destroyed in the second World War. To say much else really could spoil it. Wonderful book with wonderful characters that leaves you with a wonderful feeling when you're done. I wound uop sending this out as birthday presents this year. I cannot reccomend it too strongly!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
While the first chapter or so confused me (on purpose! it's part of the plot) and it took 30 pages or so to get into the story, once I understood what was happening, I was completely hooked. The writing is very stylized, similar to what you might find in Jane Eyre, and it highlights the Victorian setting where the book takes place. I found myself literally laughing out loud at the (absurd, yet totally believable) things that happen to the main character, and I flew through this book. You definitely have to have a certain academic background and sense of humor to "get" this book. There are several literary references and historical events that might pass you by otherwise. It reminded me a little bit of Jasper Fforde's Thursday Next series, so if you liked that, give this one a chance. I'll definitely be reading more from this author!
allipat More than 1 year ago
It was very slow to start. I got to page 100 and gave up. The other ladies whom continued past page 150 finally started to understand the plot. Those who continued enjoyed it. I may pick it back up after I have read other books that interest me more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As if you hadn't already guessed, this book suddenly jumped to the top of my favorite book list. It's funny, there's action, there's romance, the characters are creative and detailed. I especially loved how everything fit together at the end. Please read this book!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This novel takes a very interesting and refreshing view of time travel, and pens a wonderful tale. I really enjoyed this novel.
Anonymous 3 months ago
I have grown so tired of the same old stories all with the same plot line and easily predictable endings. This book on the other hand was something new and refreshing. Although at times I felt I didn’t understand what was going on, everything finally made sense at the end and was totally worth it. The idea of time travel, mystery, and romance all tied together was truly enjoyable to read.
SystemicPlural on LibraryThing 7 months ago
A cross between science fiction, Agatha Christie and Jane Austin. An excellent mystery centred around the paradox of time travel.
LisaMaria_C on LibraryThing 7 months ago
This was wonderful, it has so many disparate strands that come together amazingly in the end. I think it's one science fiction novel that would appeal to more than just the usual science fiction reader. This is the third Connie Willis novel I've read, and the other two were amazing, but I think this might be my favorite now, although I'm possibly biased just having come off reading it. I remember being very impressed by her Doomsday Book, which is also about a group of late 21st Century time-traveling Oxford historians. Although that book despite the similar scenario and at least one common character is really so very different. Different in the way Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and Much Ado About Nothing are different despite both being set in Renaissance Italy. Doomsday Book is essentially a tragedy--a heart-rending book about and set during the Black Death in medieval England. To Say Nothing of the Dog is a comedic romp set primarily in Victorian England. It sets the comedic tone from the beginning with its narrator Ned Henry--hopelessly "time-lagged" and thus befuddled as he's sent off on a seemingly simple mission to correct an anomaly that could destroy the space-time continuum! And to escape Lady Schrapnell (perfect name that in the Dickens tradition) in order to get weeks of sleep needed after she's sent him everywhere in search of the bishop's bird stamp for a restored Coventry Cathedral. The picture of the Victorian Age is hilarious down to the description of the food and the furniture--so crammed into rooms Henry is convinced it's responsible for the Victorians being so restricted and repressed--as "it was impossible to move without knocking something over." And yes, there very much is a dog. A bull dog. A very endearing bull dog. And a very mischief-making cat--Princess Arjumand--both written with the affection of a true animal lover. And even several affectionate homages to Golden Age mysteries such as those by Christie and Sayers. Which is fitting, since the plot is intricate and comes together like a classic mystery. It's also actually more like a true work of science fiction than the other two books by Willis I've read--Doomsday Book reads more like historical fiction (not that this one doesn't have a large component) and Bellwether read like contemporary romantic comedy or sophisticated chick lit (if that's not an oxymoron). To Say Nothing of the Dog though does turn on scientific principles regarding history, chaos theory and time-travel. So, Science fiction. But also, True love! Adventure! Romance! Cats and dogs! What's not to love?
ragwaine on LibraryThing 7 months ago
Great, great characters but I really don't like all the technical time travel stuff.
littlegeek on LibraryThing 7 months ago
I quite enjoyed the first half and the setup of this one, but it lagged in the final third or so. Ned spends a lot of time just sitting around reviewing, yet again, the details of the situation. Could have been about 200 pages shorter. I enjoyed the literary references and the humour and I'm a sucker for Victorian settings, but the scifi & mystery elements were not really well done imo.
odysseia on LibraryThing 7 months ago
Very entertaining. I bought this on a wim, I don't usually read much science fiction or books about time travel. It really is hilarous at times, and I love the literary allusions. If you enjoy Wodehouse, Sayers and Jerome K. Jerome, give this a shot.
sturlington on LibraryThing 7 months ago
I enjoyed this comic time-travel romp into Victoriana. I particularly liked the Golden Age mystery references, the romance, the humor and the dog. I find myself thinking that I should read Three Men in a Boat. I don't feel this book had the heft of the first in the series, but it was definitely a fun read.
jmaloney17 on LibraryThing 7 months ago
This book was funny. Do you remember what it is like when you have been up for 48 hours and you can barely function, putting one foot in front of the other and making coherent sentences is nearly impossible? That is how the main character is moving through life at the moment.
GTTexas on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Actually a fun science fiction time travel yarn, with the accent more on the fun part. I guess I'm going to have to break down and read "Three Men in a Boat" now for sure!
akreese on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Much like Connie Willis¿ other time travel story, Doomsday Book, To Say Nothing of the Dog is a good mix of historical fiction and futuristic time travel.The story of To Say Nothing of the Dog is supposed to have some similarities with the book Three Men in a Boat by Jerome K. Jerome, which I haven¿t read so I am not able to make any in-depth comparison. From what I¿ve seen of Three Men in a Boat from other reviews some surface similarities are obvious, like the usage of chapter headings which give mini-summaries of the plot in each chapter. After I discovered that these summaries gave away much of the plot in each chapter I decided to skip them because I like to be surprised about what is going to happen.If I had to compare Doomsday Book and To Say Nothing of the Dog I would rank them both equally high, but for different reasons. Doomsday Book was a compelling dramatic read of epidemics and grueling life and death situations ¿ a very dark story in some aspects. To Say Nothing of the Dog, however, was entertaining, funny, educational and somewhat philosophical in its approach to that most essential question of time travel: will a paradox cause the end of the universe?To Say Nothing of the Dog does have a slower pace than Doomsday Book, but it is not without tension (after all, the characters are not sure if they are going to be the ones to blame for a universe-ending paradox). It¿s the kind of tension that sits idling in the background though, as all of the nitty-gritty details of Victorian life play out during croquet matches, jumble sales and even séances. And the two time travelers do their best to fit in with these activities all in the name of realigning events so that the world won¿t come to end.There are people falling in love left and right (and not with people they are historically destined to marry). As the time travelers try to fix one event they never know if they are messing up some other event down the line. Throw in the fact that the two main characters have been zipping back and forth through time so often that their brains are time-addled (they can¿t think straight or hear words correctly) and you¿ve got a recipe for some fun situational humor.
LeeHallison on LibraryThing 8 months ago
Funny & clever - Connie Willis does a marvelous job with science fiction ideas like time travel. If you love historical fiction and/or history, this is a great combination of sci-fi and historical fiction. She is a meticulous researcher and creates worlds that are easy to delve into. And did I say funny? This was quite amusing.
Lisianthus on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A wonderful, goofy romp in Victorian England by a worthy descendant of Jerome K.Jerome. Wodehouse is never far away, and you just want this book to continue...
justabookreader on LibraryThing 8 months ago
I kept seeing this book around but never picked it up. Then when I was looking for new science fiction with a time travel element, this once again surfaced. Figuring the universe was trying to tell me something, I added it to the queue list hoping beyond hope the universe¿s plan would yield some good reading. Ned Henry is a time traveler on a mission. He is on a mission to find the bishop¿s bird stump which went missing when the Coventry Cathedral in England was bombed during World War II. The cathedral which is being rebuilt in Ned¿s time frame needs the bird stump, which probably ranks among some of the most hideous art known to man, to be authentic at least according to the woman who has taken charge of the time travel unit and decided that in rebuilding the cathedral, everything must be perfect. Overcome with time lag due to too many missions, Ned is sent back to Victorian England to recover but what he doesn¿t know is that as part of his supposed rest, he¿s actually helping to fix a time conundrum which was created when a cat was unexpectedly saved by another time traveler named Verity Kindle. One thing I don¿t normally associate with science fiction is humor. Yes, science fiction much like any other genre has its funny and amusing moments but personally, I found To Say Nothing of the Dog to be downright funny in places which made me love this book more and more as I approached the last page. A large portion of this book takes place on a river in a small boat full of luggage --- Ned has luggage but being time lagged doesn¿t actually know what¿s in it but it¿s important to know about the luggage. Also on the boat is a man who is on a mission to find his true love accompanied by his bulldog named Cyril, and a professor who waxes poetic about the grand design of the universe and keeps fish specimens in a kettle. It¿s an odd combination but something about it works so very well. The entire time this little river jaunt takes place, Ned is so tired nothing seems out of the ordinary at all. When he ends up in the same place as a woman he momentarily fell in love with when he was back in his own time for a few minutes, he starts to wonder about the grand design the professor keeps going on about and whether or not it might have some merit. There¿s a lot of time jumping here but somehow it never really becomes confusing mostly because the books starts out that way so your expectations for this are set high and it¿s a story about time travel so nothing seems odd. I loved the way Willis worked animals into the story. I have a soft spot for furry creatures in books and both the dog and the cat are interesting characters in and of themselves. Ned¿s interactions with both (dogs and cats are extinct in his time period) are amusing and slightly heartwarming especially if you¿re not a cat person. The story which is focused on an ugly flower holder (if you read the description you wouldn¿t be able to call it a vase either) is rather amusing in the twists and turns it takes to find it in the end mirroring a Victorian mystery novel. Again, you need to read it to get that reference. :-) Willis is now on my list of authors I will be reading again and probably very shortly since I enjoyed this one so much. If you¿re looking for a fun read I recommend this one.
AJBraithwaite on LibraryThing 8 months ago
A lovely light-hearted tribute to some classic British stories, with interesting historical snippets, threats to the space-time continuum and a little light romance thrown in.The only slight complaint I have is the use of American words in places where I would have expected British English - a calico cat, for example, or 'fit' and 'spit' where a British person would have said 'fitted' and 'spat'. I know it's set fifty years in the future, where perhaps British English may have completely capitulated to its American cousin, but those words did jar a bit. And of course I know the author is American herself, so can hardly be blamed, but if those few words had been 'fixed', the nationality of the author would have been invisible.