Found myself running, or rather limping, behind this one. There is some very serious world building going on here, an epic canvas that shows a possible history of the twentieth century, in a way that feels so authentic I personally figure it difficult to distnguish from actual world history. As far as I am concerned this all probably happened. So to speak.
Lots of familiar names and faces in not so familiar circumstances. Some bitter sweet maybes for characters whose lives went down a very different rabbit hole in that, or those, other probable timelines. And I say bittersweet as viloence follows in these characters wakes whatever timeline or place they live through. The shared curse of Jerry Corneilius, his friends, foes, family and progeny is that they are cursed to live through interesting times, mostly as they tend to shape the times they live through as opposed to being shaped by them. I did smile to see that old Warhorse major Nye surrender to the rustic charms of allotment life though Jerry's ma is much of a muchness as always. The debate on nature versus nurture goes out the window as she seems immune to universeality. Less of a force of nature and more of a force on nature.
Does it count as an epic if its a tale told in short historical vignettes mirrored by song lyrics? Not poetry as such as these words are intended to be belted out loud. There are camoes aplenty, Michael Moorcock puts in one as do Lemmy of Motorhead. "Course he does" I heard myself think, or maybe it was just the wind blowing through my letter box...
That is not a weird euphemism by the way.
