All my science-fiction-reading life, as I said before, I’ve been a sucker for time travel stories and alternate history stories. This one’s a little of both. It begins in a world in which Tommy Bloome (except that he’s not, really), who is twenty years old in 1947, attempts to assassinate one of the fascist generals who runs the United States. He fails and is shot for his trouble -- but between the trigger being pulled and the bullet crashing into his forehead, a whole other story takes place. Tommy wakes up on the day of his birth, 4 July 1927, but he’s already twenty years old and remembers fully his earlier life. This time, he’ll get it right. This time, he has enough of a head-start to build a proper revolution. And he does, a Red revolution in 1934, following which he and his victorious colleagues form a Supreme Executive Committee (with Tommy as First Secretary) set about collectivizing and rationalizing the country. Of course, in the purges that follow, thousands must die, but maybe things are better. Or maybe not. Toward the end of the book, we find out that Tommy’s original world is one in which William Randolph Hearst died as a boy, but the significance of his absence is never explained. The characters -- Bloome; his best friend and earliest supporter, Bob Ennis; his wife, Rachel, who comes to hate him; his one necessary outsider, Arnold Lowery; his dark alter ego, John Durgas; the one woman, Nadine, who loved him before the revolution -- all are very nicely portrayed and developed, though the whole thing is a bit confusing at first, as each of them takes center-stage in turn. The world Eklund portrays is likewise well thought out and believable. And the writing style is striking -- Eklund’s usual high-quality work. But the book is ultimately unsatisfying. And I’m not sure why.