This story didn't keep hold my attention well enough to stop me from wandering off to look at other things while reading it. Which is sad because I can't point to anything I dislike about it. It just didn't hold my full attention. It did take a bit at the beginning to make clear what was going on, and even once it became clear that the narrator was a time-travelling historian there were still bits that confused me. How does someone from the mid to early 21st century not know about cats or alcohol? Even if they've been gone since some time shortly after the 80s (when this story was written) people these days know the names of things from past centuries that we don't use anymore, especially really popular things. How much more should a historian know this stuff? And I am pretty sure the narrator is from the early-mid 21st century from his talk of the pinpoint bombing of St. Paul's being in 2008 and his proximity to that event.

Another thing, how do you keep a trick like that secret at a university? The number of people who have to keep quiet is huge, and growing every year. Somebody's going to spill the beans to the undergrads at some point and then the bait and switch ceases to work. Which I don't think would be that big of a problem, the overall point of the test still probably works even if the undergrads are just thrown into the test with minimal prep time available.

Conclusion: I liked it, the twist on Langby was great and the punch was cathartic. I just wish the writing had held my attention better.

—Jamie

I found this story... hard to focus on. Maybe it was the daunting length of the story, the format (on my desktop computer), the environment I read it in (surrounded by a chatty crowd of people), or my mood today, but I really could not focus on it. I like the premise, I think – future history students do a final exam where they get to travel back in time. Cool! They are woefully unprepared – odd? They have to do... something, and nobody tells them what needs to happen. Frustrating.

It should have intrigued me. Possibly historically accurate information where there's a mystery – why is the main character there and what is he trying to do/figure out/learn? But I'm not sure anything was learned, and I'm not sure anything was revealed.

Maybe this story would have been better if I'd read it on a different day. After looking it up online, it sounds like it was well-received, and it sounds like an accurate representation of some of the events of London in WW2. But it just didn't absorb, so I'm not really sure what to say.

—Lisa

I liked this story, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why it didn’t blow me away (pun not intended – sad trombone). Maybe there was too much red scare fear. Or maybe Bartholomew reminded me too much of a character I don’t like, like Holden Caulfield.

The story starts off strong. A time travel practicum is a great, fun idea – in theory. We’ve all been asked the question: if you could time travel to any other era, when would you go? And almost invariably, anyone who isn’t a white male chooses the present or future. Rights, contraception and sanitation, please.

Back to the beginning of the story: I liked it well enough, but I probably would have liked this a lot more when I was a teenager or early in my undergraduate degree. At that point, it would have reminded me of The Secret Garden. Instead, now I think of conversations I’ve had with others about co-op, practicums, and job searching. Much less whimsical as an adult.

A little while ago, I would have found the communist red scare fear with the implied nuclear war to be funny. Not so much with recent events.

I have no memory of the cold war or the fall of the Berlin Wall, and I remember watching James Bond movies and thinking the villains were quaint and ridiculous. I also remember watching Red Dawn and finding it a ridiculously teenage coming-of-age story because it seems all teens feel like they’re rebels fighting against an insurmountable force. (I must have missed that day in How to Be a Teenager 101 – I was an extremely obedient child who had to be taught initiative and confidence.)

This story would be a good starting point for high school classes to talk about history. I can imagine students getting an assignment to research an event and then to write a story or diary entries as if they were there. I’m not sure if many high school students would choose this story for themselves, but it’s definitely a nice change of pace from the extremely dry and boring history classes I had in high school. In fact, I might recommend it to one of my friends who teaches high school students…

All in all, solid. This story is worth some thought, but it’s not the most fun. A few jarring notes that brought me out of the story like asbestos coats. And how does this guy keep this record hidden and secret for three months? But aside from that, it’s an interesting read worth recommending.

—Mel

This story completely failed to hold my attention. It took me forever to read, because I kept getting bored and wandering off to do more interesting things.

I didn’t like the narrator, and his narration didn’t make me care about any of the other characters, or the church they were supposed to be saving. I understand that the narrator didn’t understand what he was supposed to be doing, but it resulted in it feeling like there were no real stakes to the story.

I found the narrator’s reaction to communism ridiculous. As far as I can tell, the narrator is more upset by the idea of communism than by the Nazis actively bombing the city. The idea that someone so removed from these events would have such a personal hatred of communism, despite coming from the far future, makes this story feel very American and very dated.

I usually like time travel stories, but apparently not when they’re the running commentary of a whiny guy making all kinds of assumptions about the people around him. I didn’t trust his judgement, so I didn’t believe his assessment of any of the people or situations around him.

This story was dull, way too long, and even once it was over didn’t seem to have a point.

—Mikayla