Book report: The Map of Time, by Felix J. Palma
It’s
all my own fault. I couldn’t resist a book with a title like “The Map of Time.”
Plus, the idea of [SPOILER ALERT!] H. G. Wells using his secret time machine to
hunt down and defeat Jack the Ripper in Victorian London is wonderful. But,
boy, does this book need pruning!
For
example, even before reading this book, I was aware that Jack the Ripper was a
bad guy. I don’t need 84 pages about how the main character, who was in love
with one of the murder victims, was affected by the crimes for me to come to
the conclusion that preventing said crimes would be good. I also don’t need a
complete biography of H. G. Wells from the age of 8. Nor do I need a thorough plot
summary of The Time Machine, which I’ve read several times, and seen both
movies of, and whose events don’t really pertain to the present story. And I really
don’t need an exposition on how the main character’s father made his fortune by
selling toilet paper.
What
I do need is the actual adventure, which occupies only about 11 pages out of
the first 236 pages of the book. So, what this really is is a fairly
well-written and moderately clever short story that’s been padded out to 236
pages. I say “236 pages,” even though the book is actually 512 pages long,
because that’s where I stopped reading. I’m sure it gets much better on page
237.
I
say “fairly well-written” because it does have some nice turns of phrase, but
it’s also a translation, so I don’t know whether to chalk the writing up to the
author or the translator. Even giving the author the benefit of the doubt,
against this you have to set some weird plot holes, which you can’t pin on the
translator. For example, why does the main character, so distraught by the
murder of his one true love, wait 8 years to kill himself? Because, dear
reader, that’s how long it was between the Jack the Ripper murders and the
publication of Wells’s The Time Machine. If he did it any sooner, there wouldn’t
be a plot. So, the main character does something totally contrary to human
nature because it’s dramatically necessary. My writer’s group would never let
me get away with something like this.
I
say “moderately clever” because I guessed the twist by page 77, and I’m not
that good at guessing twists.
I
will admit that I liked the part where H. G. Wells meets Joseph Merrick, the “Elephant
Man”, in yet another scene that has nothing whatsoever to do with the plot.
I’m
sure that I’m missing all kinds of allegorical and symbolic meaning in this
book, but I’m not that clever at such things. No doubt, others will spot all
kinds of fascinating items that I missed.
I
just looked at the book’s web site on Amazon and found that this book is the
first part of a trilogy. Oh, my God!
Recommendation:
stay away
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