More praise for
TO SAY NOTHING OF THE DOG
Swiftly paced and full of laughter, Willis comedy of manners (and errors) is the most hilarious book of its kind since John Irvings The Water-Method Man and A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole... Willis sure-hand plotting, unforgettable characters, and top-notch writing should garner quite a few award nominations.
Des Moines Sunday Register
Almost certain to appear on top 10 lists throughout the galaxy.
The Toronto Star
What a stitch! Willis delectable romp... will have readers happily glued to the pages.
Booklist (starred review)
Connie Willis is the most relentlessly delightful science fiction writer alive....[To Say Nothing of the Dog] establishes Willis not only as SFs premiere living humorist, but possibly as the genres premiere humorist ever.
Locus
Few writers can match Willis blend of comedy and science fiction.To Say Nothing of the Dog finds her in top form.
San Francisco Sunday Examiner & Chronicle
What great fun! This cleverly written, marvelously peopled, intricately plotted gem of a book is simultaneously a time-travel, futuristic, historic, mystery-comedy love story that is superbly executed with style and flair. Ms. Willis imaginatively complex concept is a charming, non-stop delight from start to finish. To Say Nothing of the Dog is a rare treat. Indulge yourself!
Rendezvous
[Connie Willis] has outdone herself in To Say Nothing of the Dog.... This is a book the reader wont want to put down, but also wont want to finish... enchanting.
The Sunday Advocate, Baton Rouge
Gleeful fun with a serious edge.
Kirkus Reviews
And critical acclaim for Connie Willis earlier work Hugo and Nebula award-winning
DOOMSDAY BOOK
A Tour de Force.
The New York Times Book Review
Splendid workbrutal, gripping, and genuinely harrowing, the product of diligent research, fine writing, and well-honed instincts, that should appeal far beyond the usual science-fiction constituency.
Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
The world of 1348 burns in the minds eye.... It becomes possible to feel... that Connie Willis did, over the five years Doomsday Book took her to write, open a window to another world, and that she saw something there.
The Washington Post Book World
LINCOLNS DREAMS
A love story on more than one level, and Ms. Willis does justice to them all. It was only toward the end of the book that I realized how much tension had been generated, how engrossed I was in the characters, how much I cared about their fates.
The New York Times Book Review
A tantalizing mix of history and scientific speculation... Willis tells this tale with clarity and assurance... impeccable.
San Francisco Chronicle
Fulfills all the expectations of those who have admired her award-winning short fiction.
Los Angeles Times
Lincolns Dreams is a novel of classical proportions and virtues.... Humane and moving.
The Washington Post Book World
Lincolns Dreams is not so much written as sculpted [A] tale of love and war as moving as a distant roll of drums... no one has reproduced the past that haunts the present any better than Connie Willis.
The Christian Monitor
BELLWETHER
A sheer pleasure to read... sprightly, intelligent fun.
Publishers Weekly
Connie Willis fiction is one of the most intelligent delights of our genre.
Locus
REMAKE
Another brilliant work by an author deserving of all the praise and awards heaped on her.
Des Moines Sunday Register
FIRE WATCH
(Willis] writing is fresh, subtle, and deeply moving.
The New York Times Book Review
Also by CONNIE WILLIS
LINCOLNS DREAMS
DOOMSDAY BOOK
IMPOSSIBLE THINGS
UNCHARTED TERRITORY
BELLWETHER
REMAKE
FIRE WATCH
PASSAGE
MIRACLE AND OTHER CHRISTMAS STORIES
Available wherever
Bantam Spectra Books are sold
... a harmless, necessary cat
William Shakespeare
God is in the details.
Gustave Flaubert
To Robert A. Heinlein
Who, in Have Space Suit, Will Travel,
first introduced me to Jerome K. Jeromes
Three Men in a Boat.
To Say Nothing of the Dog
In loving memory
of Lorena and Bertie
Contents
It would have been nice to start fresh without
those messy old ruins she said.
Theyre a symbol, dear?, said her friend.
Mollie Panter-Downs
CHAPTER 1
A Search PartyWartime HeadgearThe Problem of NepotismRoyal HeadgearThe Bishops Bird Stump Is MissingJumble SalesA Clue to Its WhereaboutsAstronomical ObservationsDogsA CatMans Best FriendAn Abrupt Departure
T here were five of usCarruthers and the new recruit and myself, and Mr. Spivens and the verger. It was late afternoon on November the fifteenth, and we were in what was left of Coventry Cathedral, looking for the bishops bird stump.
Or at any rate I was. The new recruit was gawking at the blown-out stained-glass windows, Mr. Spivens was over by the vestry steps digging up something, and Carruthers was trying to convince the verger we were from the Auxiliary Fire Service.
This is our squadron leader, Lieutenant Ned Henry, he said, pointing at me, and Im Commander Carruthers, the post fire officer.
Which post? the verger said, his eyes narrowed.
Thirty-six, Carruthers said at random.
What about him? the verger said, pointing at the new recruit, who was now trying to figure out how his pocket torch worked and who didnt look bright enough to be a member of the Home Guard, let alone AFS.
Hes my brother-in-law, Carruthers improvised. Egbert.
My wife tried to get me to hire her brother to work on the fire watch, the verger said, shaking his head sympathetically. Cant walk across the kitchen without tripping over the cat. Hows he supposed to put out incendiaries? I asks her. He needs a job, she says. Let Hitler put him to work, I says.
I left them to it and started down what had been the nave. There was no time to lose. Wed gotten here late, and even though it was only a bit past four, the smoke and masonry dust in the air already made it almost too dark to see.
The recruit had given up on his pocket torch and was watching Mr. Spivens digging determinedly into the rubble next to the steps. I sighted along him to determine where the north aisle had been and started working my way toward the back of the nave.
The bishops bird stump had stood on a wrought-iron stand in front of the parclose screen of the Smiths Chapel. I picked my way over the rubble, trying to work out where I was. Only the outer walls of the cathedral and the tower, with its beautiful spire, were still standing. Everything elsethe roof, the vaulted ceiling, the clerestory arches, the pillarshad come crashing down into one giant unrecognizable heap of blackened rubble.