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The Timerman
An all-new novel set in the world of sci-fi cult classic Fitzpatrick’s War. A moral spy must navigate a world of political manipulation and war in a postapocalyptic future with no electricity or computers, and a pseudo-Victorian hierarchy of unchanging stasis he is dutybound to uphold—no matter what the personal cost.
Timerman’s Dilemma
In the year 2444, what remains of a United States that was nearly annihilated centuries ago now dominates the globe. The Yukon Confederacy’s power comes not through technological progress, but by deliberately suppressing most forms of it. Orbiting Storm Machines flood the ionosphere with positrons, instantly neutralizing industrial electrical activity and electronics. Above them, Blinking Stars satellites relay code that grants flawless communications and near-omniscient surveillance to the Yukon military. These systems—guarded by the secretive order of Timermen—have frozen civilization in a controlled steam-and-gas era powered by brute manpower and constant labor.
The result? Stasis. The alternative? A new age of barbarism and death.
John Randel, brilliant botanist and decorated soldier, was born a bastard orphan on the streets of Grand Harbor—once San Francisco. Through genius and hard work, he’s made a fortune from his scientific discoveries and forged a place in society. Randel is recruited by the Timermen to infiltrate the court at Cumberland, the capital city. His penetrate the orbit of Lady Chelsea, the de facto ruler of the Yukon Confederacy.
Chelsea is the dazzling and dangerous “Chrysanthemum Woman,” who seeks to reforge the old technologies, centralize power, and build a new empire of pleasure, spectacle, and dominance. She’s rumored to be hoarding a cache of ancient energy weapons, and Randel suspects she intends to burn the Old Lords’ aristocracy—and the Timermen’s stable order—to a literal crisp.
In the capital, Randel must navigate decadent salons, political conspiracies, and philosophical struggles while maintaining loyalty to the Timermen. But they are just as harsh and pitiless in their way as Lady Chelsea. Nevertheless, Randel believes the Timermen’s ultimate aim is true, and the fight becomes a good man’s heroic battle to come to grips with the brutal, implacable currents of history. From firefights in Mexico to a final showdown in Cumberland, Randel’s choice will determine whether the old order endures—or humanity burns again on the stake of technological excess and descends into a new Dark Age.
Timerman’s Dilemma
In the year 2444, what remains of a United States that was nearly annihilated centuries ago now dominates the globe. The Yukon Confederacy’s power comes not through technological progress, but by deliberately suppressing most forms of it. Orbiting Storm Machines flood the ionosphere with positrons, instantly neutralizing industrial electrical activity and electronics. Above them, Blinking Stars satellites relay code that grants flawless communications and near-omniscient surveillance to the Yukon military. These systems—guarded by the secretive order of Timermen—have frozen civilization in a controlled steam-and-gas era powered by brute manpower and constant labor.
The result? Stasis. The alternative? A new age of barbarism and death.
John Randel, brilliant botanist and decorated soldier, was born a bastard orphan on the streets of Grand Harbor—once San Francisco. Through genius and hard work, he’s made a fortune from his scientific discoveries and forged a place in society. Randel is recruited by the Timermen to infiltrate the court at Cumberland, the capital city. His penetrate the orbit of Lady Chelsea, the de facto ruler of the Yukon Confederacy.
Chelsea is the dazzling and dangerous “Chrysanthemum Woman,” who seeks to reforge the old technologies, centralize power, and build a new empire of pleasure, spectacle, and dominance. She’s rumored to be hoarding a cache of ancient energy weapons, and Randel suspects she intends to burn the Old Lords’ aristocracy—and the Timermen’s stable order—to a literal crisp.
In the capital, Randel must navigate decadent salons, political conspiracies, and philosophical struggles while maintaining loyalty to the Timermen. But they are just as harsh and pitiless in their way as Lady Chelsea. Nevertheless, Randel believes the Timermen’s ultimate aim is true, and the fight becomes a good man’s heroic battle to come to grips with the brutal, implacable currents of history. From firefights in Mexico to a final showdown in Cumberland, Randel’s choice will determine whether the old order endures—or humanity burns again on the stake of technological excess and descends into a new Dark Age.
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Published August 11, 2026
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This is a continuation of the story. The real value in this book is getting into the Yukon mindset - their values, their bigotry, their etiquette, and their worldview. It is a weird world to examine: one in which people are fighting to keep the status quo and their folksy ways, with their bigotries enforced and validated. It's very brave by the author to trust the audience to not be coddled and to buy in to the notion that the optimal society is highly regimented and rigid feudalism.
September 4, 2026
For years I have been waiting for this moment—the republication, courtesy of Ark Press, of Fitzpatrick’s War, by Theodore Judson, and the first appearance of its sequel, The Timerman. What Judson offers in these books is future history. This is compelling escapism of itself, but Judson blends his stories with keen insight into both actual history and human nature, within his fictional frame examining the America of four hundred years from now, as well as the America of today. Moreover, The Timerman considers a question rarely examined today, and when examined, it is almost always superficially. Namely, what are the positive obligations, if any, of Christians to inhabitants of other nations?
Fitzpatrick’s War, first published in 2004 but until this month long out of print, is the finest fiction work of the modern age—a history of the twenty-fifth, and also the twentieth, centuries, written in the twenty-sixth. I will not repeat what I have said earlier about that book, but today focus on the sequel, which takes place twenty years after the events of Fitzpatrick’s War. These are books about the Yukon Confederacy, which replaced the United States in the middle of the twentieth century. The Confederacy rules most of North America, along with England, Australia, and New Zealand. In politics, it is a mixed government with the aristocratic element dominating, having a limited franchise and a very weak central government. In morals, it is Reformed Protestant (though Catholics and Jews are tolerated to a degree), with aggressive stigma as the main mechanism governing social behavior. In economics, it is autarkic and prioritizes social optimization and the common good over amassing wealth. In other words, it is, by coincidence, very Foundationalist.
Therefore, as with Fitzpatrick’s War, this book can be read as right-wing fiction. I don’t think that’s Judson’s intention, and I have no idea what his politics are (his other works, such as Tom Wedderburn’s Life and The Martian General’s Daughter, are apolitical, except to the extent that any fiction which accurately depicts and explores reality always has a distinct right-wing tinge). In any case, if read as right-wing, it is not didactic or triumphalist right-wing fiction. Judson’s prime overarching focus, rather, is to count the cost, to illustrate in the struggles of one man the moral conflict and compromises that arise even among those doing God’s work. For nothing for nothing, and nothing’s free.
The Confederacy, compared to other strong societies in the actual history of mankind, has a unique characteristic essential to the plot. Although it is mostly opaque to the citizenry of the Confederacy, ultimate power is held by a secret society, the Timermen (named for the mechanical pocket watches they carry to identify themselves, with an inscription from Horace: Eheu fugaces labuntur anni— “Alas, the fleeting years slip by”). The Timermen were formed at Purdue University in 2047, and since the twentieth century they alone have had access to electrically-powered technologies, all of which are otherwise completely absent across the entire globe. Instead, advanced forms of non-petroleum combustion engines are the primary energy sources, although the Yukons have made biological advances, leading to long lifespans (around 110 is typical among them, though not, as we will see, typical in the rest of the world). The Timerman control, or rather forbid, all electricity use by others, using two pieces of technology, operated from their base in what used to be named Hawaii (now again correctly called the Sandwich Islands, as originally named by the great civilization which made something of them, unlike the primitives who arrived a few centuries earlier and remained primitives). The first is the Storm Machines, balloons tethered to satellites which are used to disrupt any manmade electrical field the Timerman detect from orbit. The second is the Blinking Stars, satellites used for global instantaneous communication (but only to tightly-controlled reception devices).
The result is that the Yukons dominate the world, for their military is nearly impossible to defeat, and the Timermen act solely in the interests of the Yukons, if independently of the political system. How this domination came to completion is detailed in Fitzpatrick’s War—where young Lord Isaac Prophet Fitzpatrick, following the pattern of Alexander the Great, conquered and subdued the nations of the Earth for his own glory, reducing to near-barbarism the empires of the Indians, Chinese, and Turks, while killing hundreds of millions in the process. But Fitzpatrick’s reach exceeded his grasp. Like Alexander he became lost in his own mind, and the Timermen assassinated him.
They did so not for the reason one might think, that Fitzpatrick threatened their power. Rather, the Timermen exist for one reason and one reason only—to short circuit the inevitable cycle of civilizations, where a strong, virtuous, robust young civilization becomes corrupt, loses shared solidarity of purpose, Ibn Khaldun’s assabiyah, and falls. Their aim, their entire purpose for four hundred years, is to take all necessary actions to halt this process among the Yukons. Thus, they allowed Fitzpatrick to reach the towering heights to which his hubris and talents could take him, reducing the Yukon’s potential foreign enemies to impotency, and, more importantly, as they foresaw, resulting in Fitzpatrick attracting to himself all those elements in the Yukon aristocracy who lacked virtue, who threatened to corrupt the civilization and bring it to dust, one with Nineveh and Tyre. These the Timermen view as domestic enemies, far more dangerous than foreign enemies.
The Timerman completes the story of how the Timermen reset Yukon society. After Fitzpatrick’s death (in Neopolis, the new city he built to his glory outside of Samarkand), the ruler who rose was his cousin, Lady Chelsea Virtue Shay, called “the Chrysanthemum Woman,” after the symbol of the Shay noble family. Lady Chelsea is vicious, amoral, and exceedingly competent, and her ascendancy collects in her court and circle all the elements of Yukon society who desire modernism, who wish to “advance” the Yukons. Such modernism is primarily the rejection of strict Yukon Christian morality and mores, combined with the exaltation of the degenerate practices of the execrated “Age of Electricity”—the age in which you and I live in 2026.
That age ended in the destruction of the United States in the middle of the twentieth century. The Yukons were originally not from the Yukon; that was a name their enemies gave them to deride them for their provincial, backward ways. Rather, they were farmers and other producers from flyover country—those who created actual value in America, who ultimately rebelled against a tyrannical regime which represented and weaponized the urban and suburban parasite classes. The Timermen did not plan what the Yukons call the Storm Years, in the twentieth century, but they were instrumental in the successful overthrow of the tyrant Bartholomew Iz, schoolteacher turned lawyer and leader of paramilitaries formed from the urban underclass and invading migrants. The war was won in part due to the Timermen’s invention of, and distribution of, man-portable EMP weapons, obviating Iz’s possession of air power and nuclear weapons. And so, for four hundred years, very little has changed in the Confederacy, but as the Timermen see, nothing is forever—unless made to be so.
We can ignore that this system is not realistic; the Yukon Confederacy is a thought experiment, not a recommendation for a political system, at least not a complete recommendation. After all, why would the Timermen be themselves exempt from the temptations which drive the fall of civilizations? True, there have been tight-knit groups which have managed to maintain coherency and take decisive action to advance their goals over centuries; the Jesuits are perhaps the best example (leaving aside other similar groups, such as the Rothschilds or the Illuminati, the power of which, I hate to break it to you, is a fantasy). But that also proves the point—the Jesuits are now a cabal of effete homosexual leftists, only nominally Roman Catholic, all of whom Saint Ignatius Loyola would beat with iron rods if he returned to see what had become of the Society of Jesus, while disinterring Pope Francis and throwing his decayed, most definitely not incorrupt, remains into the Tiber.
The Timerman of the title is, and the book is narrated by, one John Randel, who as the book opens in 2444 is not a Timerman at all. Within the Confederacy, Randel occupies an anomalous position. He is a famous botanist and decorated soldier. He fought in India during Fitzpatrick’s campaigns and now lives quietly in Hanksville, in what once was Utah. Randel lives quietly in part by choice, but also because despite his fame and wealth (the result of his patented crop inventions), he is a social outcast. This is because he is a bastard, and worse, the son of a prostitute. In the extremely rigid social structure of the Confederacy, this makes him the object of open contempt from the vast majority of people, high and low—though this is offset a tiny amount by his botanical ability, which has brought greatly increased crop yields to the Confederacy. Nonetheless, he has no social position, in a society where position, based on kinship, extended family, and allegiance to a local Lord, is crucial to fitting in, other than on the denigrated margins of society.
What makes Randel psychologically different than most Yukons, however, is that he has, and executes on, a second goal for his botanical endeavors—to share them with the world beyond the borders of the Confederacy. Without being propped up by the West as they are now, and with the effects of Fitzpatrick’s war upon the world, other countries live at a very low level of civilization. Their life expectancy is no different that that of the eighteenth, or perhaps the eighth, century. Randel shares his botanical creations at no cost with other countries, with the explicit goal of improving the lives of the poor there, something to which other Yukons are completely and contemptuously indifferent. The Yukons regard all lands outside the Confederacy as irrelevant and unimportant, except that they must be kept in a state of barbarism and never challenge Yukon supremacy. There is only very minor trading with the rest of the world, although Lady Chelsea, as part of her lust for modernization, maintains formal and informal contacts with foreign countries. This includes embassies from, for example, the Panslavs (the most coherent other civilization, presumably an expanded Russia; most of Europe, however, is part of the backwards Moslem world), as well as various underhanded connections with foreigners meant to strengthen her power and advance her ideology. Nearly all the Yukons regard Randel’s open-handedness and generosity toward non-Yukons with something between bemusement and contempt; they care not at all if a Chinese peasant starves.
This, then, is the tension at the heart of the book. The Yukons are enormously successful, a virtuous, content, and happy society that bids fair to dominate the world for thousands of years. In many ways, the society Judson depicts is the mirror image of the globe, and America, as it exists today. Our ruling class views “citizen of the world” as the highest goal and honor, and eagerly spends many trillions of dollars stolen from those they rule on handouts to undeserving and ungrateful foreigners, many of whom would promptly starve if not for our largesse. Our rulers invite the world to invade the West, to steal from and abuse the indigenous inhabitants. In this, and in everything else, whatever our ruling class does today, the Yukons do exactly the opposite. But at what cost?
As the book opens, the Timermen have a problem. They are aware that Lady Chelsea is plotting to overthrow the entire order of Yukon society and attempt to directly dominate the nation, not merely erode its morality among segments of the ruling class, and to do this they suspect she has found a way to both manufacture energy weapons (used in the last years of the United States) and to disable the Storm Machines so those weapons can be used. They further suspect one of the Timermen is a traitor serving Lady Chelsea. Thus, they recruit Randel, whose outcast status is less relevant in the fluid, amoral society of the Capital, and whose internationalist tendencies make him an object of interest to Lady Chelsea, as a Timerman and spy.
The Capital is Cumberland City, fifty miles west of what was once Washington, D.C. Power is held by the Consul and the Senate, the assemblage of Lords; the latter elects the former. The Consul is Lady Chelsea’s husband (women cannot hold office in any capacity), but she holds the real executive power. The Senate, strictly an aristocratic body (the major Yukon organizing principle is a form of quasi-elective feudalism, with men and their families all pledged to a Lord), is divided between those who represent the mass of Yukons and those who support Lady Chelsea. Regardless, the central government has almost zero power outside Cumberland City, and it has been that way for nearly four hundred years. Neither Lady Chelsea’s writ nor her support extends more than a hundred miles from Cumberland City, unless she can convince a Lord with an army to cooperate with her. But she intends to change that.
Much happens in this book—it is gripping and a fantastic read, so I will mostly avoid spoilers. Randel spends more than a decade in Cumberland, with his first aim to determine how Lady Chelsea is able to distribute vast sums of money to her retainers, in a country with a hard, gold-based monetary system. He is able to gain social position soon enough—at first, he is treated with contempt, but ingratiates himself with Lady Chelsea, despite her mistrust of “saintly men.” She suspects he is a Timerman, but when he does things no Timerman would do, such as plead against the destruction of a small foreign country when some of its citizens conduct a terror attack in the Capital, she rejects her suspicion, and sees Randel as intelligent but weak, and thus incapable of being a Timerman. “Timermen are not the sort to put themselves out for some brown beggars on the other side of the world.”
Lady Chelsea is very clear about her intentions. “The members of my court wish to destroy the old order because it represses their sundry inclinations; I wish to destroy it because the first rule of the powerful is we must eliminate everything else the people might give their loyalties to, or they will never be completely servile to us.” Despite, or because of, her intentions, she comes to a bad end, the same as Bartholomew Iz. We know this already, if we read Fitzpatrick’s War (it makes sense to read that book before this one, because it explicates the Yukon order more fully). The Timermen accomplish their goal, and all corrupting elements among the Yukon aristocracy are wiped out, to the last man and woman. Randel, now granted social position and therefore able to marry, returns to Hanksville, still a Timerman. It’s a happy ending.
But is it a good ending? That is, is it a morally good ending? After all, the Yukons claim to act to advance the aims of God. Is this a true claim? Not really. The Yukons, or rather the Timermen, are a strange, but not unprecedented, blend of godliness and utilitarianism. One of their leaders responds to Randel’s hesitations: “Don’t quote Jesus to me. As much as we respect Him in the Guild, we know He would have made a terrible Timerman. Not everyone is cut out to be one of us. We do the Lord’s work, of course. To do that work, we sometimes have to do much the Lord would not condone. That is one of the paradoxes God has created for men. You might say we in the Guild have built and are constantly maintaining a great edifice here on Earth. Some of the pieces of that mighty structure we have erected are admittedly rotten, yet the edifice, as a whole, is pleasing to us and to God. As long as we keep the grand structure standing, God will forgive us if we fashion a few bricks within the building that are not up to His standards.”
The Timermen’s justification for their actions is, “You must recognize that evil exists the world and that the only long-term response to evil is the destructive power of force. Reason and compassion do not work against evil, for reason and compassion are virtues, and evil rejects everything that is good.” Yukon soldiers, similarly, are fond of dishing up quotes from the Book of Joshua as they slaughter their enemies, praying God will sort the wheat from the tares as they harvest both. Yukon churchmen are wholly in agreement with the Yukon way of life, even if they are not as likely as the Timermen to publicly mouth equivalencies to Dostoevsky’s Grand Inquisitor. The result is a united society as strong as iron, a society of rigorists. Still, the question haunts, or should haunt, us. What may men do, on this Earth but under the stern eye of God, to secure their future and that of their progeny?
There are two aspects to this question. The first I treated at length in my discussion of Fitzpatrick’s War—what violence is permitted to Christians, under what circumstances? But there is another aspect, exemplified in the career of Randel. Given the Christian absolute and central obligation of charity, to whom is charity owed? To some extent I have discussed this before, but primarily in the context of charity within a nation—both to our fellow citizens, and to those not of that nation yet still living here, usually against the will of most of our citizenry. What, however, of charity to those outside our borders, whose inferior and unaccomplished societies result in their lives being far more precarious than ours? Charity to brown beggars, one might say.
Until the industrial age, this question rarely arose for Christians. The dismissive Yukon attitude is merely the typical Christian attitude for most of the two thousand years since Christ walked the dusty paths of Galilee. In large part . . . [Review completes as first comment.]
Fitzpatrick’s War, first published in 2004 but until this month long out of print, is the finest fiction work of the modern age—a history of the twenty-fifth, and also the twentieth, centuries, written in the twenty-sixth. I will not repeat what I have said earlier about that book, but today focus on the sequel, which takes place twenty years after the events of Fitzpatrick’s War. These are books about the Yukon Confederacy, which replaced the United States in the middle of the twentieth century. The Confederacy rules most of North America, along with England, Australia, and New Zealand. In politics, it is a mixed government with the aristocratic element dominating, having a limited franchise and a very weak central government. In morals, it is Reformed Protestant (though Catholics and Jews are tolerated to a degree), with aggressive stigma as the main mechanism governing social behavior. In economics, it is autarkic and prioritizes social optimization and the common good over amassing wealth. In other words, it is, by coincidence, very Foundationalist.
Therefore, as with Fitzpatrick’s War, this book can be read as right-wing fiction. I don’t think that’s Judson’s intention, and I have no idea what his politics are (his other works, such as Tom Wedderburn’s Life and The Martian General’s Daughter, are apolitical, except to the extent that any fiction which accurately depicts and explores reality always has a distinct right-wing tinge). In any case, if read as right-wing, it is not didactic or triumphalist right-wing fiction. Judson’s prime overarching focus, rather, is to count the cost, to illustrate in the struggles of one man the moral conflict and compromises that arise even among those doing God’s work. For nothing for nothing, and nothing’s free.
The Confederacy, compared to other strong societies in the actual history of mankind, has a unique characteristic essential to the plot. Although it is mostly opaque to the citizenry of the Confederacy, ultimate power is held by a secret society, the Timermen (named for the mechanical pocket watches they carry to identify themselves, with an inscription from Horace: Eheu fugaces labuntur anni— “Alas, the fleeting years slip by”). The Timermen were formed at Purdue University in 2047, and since the twentieth century they alone have had access to electrically-powered technologies, all of which are otherwise completely absent across the entire globe. Instead, advanced forms of non-petroleum combustion engines are the primary energy sources, although the Yukons have made biological advances, leading to long lifespans (around 110 is typical among them, though not, as we will see, typical in the rest of the world). The Timerman control, or rather forbid, all electricity use by others, using two pieces of technology, operated from their base in what used to be named Hawaii (now again correctly called the Sandwich Islands, as originally named by the great civilization which made something of them, unlike the primitives who arrived a few centuries earlier and remained primitives). The first is the Storm Machines, balloons tethered to satellites which are used to disrupt any manmade electrical field the Timerman detect from orbit. The second is the Blinking Stars, satellites used for global instantaneous communication (but only to tightly-controlled reception devices).
The result is that the Yukons dominate the world, for their military is nearly impossible to defeat, and the Timermen act solely in the interests of the Yukons, if independently of the political system. How this domination came to completion is detailed in Fitzpatrick’s War—where young Lord Isaac Prophet Fitzpatrick, following the pattern of Alexander the Great, conquered and subdued the nations of the Earth for his own glory, reducing to near-barbarism the empires of the Indians, Chinese, and Turks, while killing hundreds of millions in the process. But Fitzpatrick’s reach exceeded his grasp. Like Alexander he became lost in his own mind, and the Timermen assassinated him.
They did so not for the reason one might think, that Fitzpatrick threatened their power. Rather, the Timermen exist for one reason and one reason only—to short circuit the inevitable cycle of civilizations, where a strong, virtuous, robust young civilization becomes corrupt, loses shared solidarity of purpose, Ibn Khaldun’s assabiyah, and falls. Their aim, their entire purpose for four hundred years, is to take all necessary actions to halt this process among the Yukons. Thus, they allowed Fitzpatrick to reach the towering heights to which his hubris and talents could take him, reducing the Yukon’s potential foreign enemies to impotency, and, more importantly, as they foresaw, resulting in Fitzpatrick attracting to himself all those elements in the Yukon aristocracy who lacked virtue, who threatened to corrupt the civilization and bring it to dust, one with Nineveh and Tyre. These the Timermen view as domestic enemies, far more dangerous than foreign enemies.
The Timerman completes the story of how the Timermen reset Yukon society. After Fitzpatrick’s death (in Neopolis, the new city he built to his glory outside of Samarkand), the ruler who rose was his cousin, Lady Chelsea Virtue Shay, called “the Chrysanthemum Woman,” after the symbol of the Shay noble family. Lady Chelsea is vicious, amoral, and exceedingly competent, and her ascendancy collects in her court and circle all the elements of Yukon society who desire modernism, who wish to “advance” the Yukons. Such modernism is primarily the rejection of strict Yukon Christian morality and mores, combined with the exaltation of the degenerate practices of the execrated “Age of Electricity”—the age in which you and I live in 2026.
That age ended in the destruction of the United States in the middle of the twentieth century. The Yukons were originally not from the Yukon; that was a name their enemies gave them to deride them for their provincial, backward ways. Rather, they were farmers and other producers from flyover country—those who created actual value in America, who ultimately rebelled against a tyrannical regime which represented and weaponized the urban and suburban parasite classes. The Timermen did not plan what the Yukons call the Storm Years, in the twentieth century, but they were instrumental in the successful overthrow of the tyrant Bartholomew Iz, schoolteacher turned lawyer and leader of paramilitaries formed from the urban underclass and invading migrants. The war was won in part due to the Timermen’s invention of, and distribution of, man-portable EMP weapons, obviating Iz’s possession of air power and nuclear weapons. And so, for four hundred years, very little has changed in the Confederacy, but as the Timermen see, nothing is forever—unless made to be so.
We can ignore that this system is not realistic; the Yukon Confederacy is a thought experiment, not a recommendation for a political system, at least not a complete recommendation. After all, why would the Timermen be themselves exempt from the temptations which drive the fall of civilizations? True, there have been tight-knit groups which have managed to maintain coherency and take decisive action to advance their goals over centuries; the Jesuits are perhaps the best example (leaving aside other similar groups, such as the Rothschilds or the Illuminati, the power of which, I hate to break it to you, is a fantasy). But that also proves the point—the Jesuits are now a cabal of effete homosexual leftists, only nominally Roman Catholic, all of whom Saint Ignatius Loyola would beat with iron rods if he returned to see what had become of the Society of Jesus, while disinterring Pope Francis and throwing his decayed, most definitely not incorrupt, remains into the Tiber.
The Timerman of the title is, and the book is narrated by, one John Randel, who as the book opens in 2444 is not a Timerman at all. Within the Confederacy, Randel occupies an anomalous position. He is a famous botanist and decorated soldier. He fought in India during Fitzpatrick’s campaigns and now lives quietly in Hanksville, in what once was Utah. Randel lives quietly in part by choice, but also because despite his fame and wealth (the result of his patented crop inventions), he is a social outcast. This is because he is a bastard, and worse, the son of a prostitute. In the extremely rigid social structure of the Confederacy, this makes him the object of open contempt from the vast majority of people, high and low—though this is offset a tiny amount by his botanical ability, which has brought greatly increased crop yields to the Confederacy. Nonetheless, he has no social position, in a society where position, based on kinship, extended family, and allegiance to a local Lord, is crucial to fitting in, other than on the denigrated margins of society.
What makes Randel psychologically different than most Yukons, however, is that he has, and executes on, a second goal for his botanical endeavors—to share them with the world beyond the borders of the Confederacy. Without being propped up by the West as they are now, and with the effects of Fitzpatrick’s war upon the world, other countries live at a very low level of civilization. Their life expectancy is no different that that of the eighteenth, or perhaps the eighth, century. Randel shares his botanical creations at no cost with other countries, with the explicit goal of improving the lives of the poor there, something to which other Yukons are completely and contemptuously indifferent. The Yukons regard all lands outside the Confederacy as irrelevant and unimportant, except that they must be kept in a state of barbarism and never challenge Yukon supremacy. There is only very minor trading with the rest of the world, although Lady Chelsea, as part of her lust for modernization, maintains formal and informal contacts with foreign countries. This includes embassies from, for example, the Panslavs (the most coherent other civilization, presumably an expanded Russia; most of Europe, however, is part of the backwards Moslem world), as well as various underhanded connections with foreigners meant to strengthen her power and advance her ideology. Nearly all the Yukons regard Randel’s open-handedness and generosity toward non-Yukons with something between bemusement and contempt; they care not at all if a Chinese peasant starves.
This, then, is the tension at the heart of the book. The Yukons are enormously successful, a virtuous, content, and happy society that bids fair to dominate the world for thousands of years. In many ways, the society Judson depicts is the mirror image of the globe, and America, as it exists today. Our ruling class views “citizen of the world” as the highest goal and honor, and eagerly spends many trillions of dollars stolen from those they rule on handouts to undeserving and ungrateful foreigners, many of whom would promptly starve if not for our largesse. Our rulers invite the world to invade the West, to steal from and abuse the indigenous inhabitants. In this, and in everything else, whatever our ruling class does today, the Yukons do exactly the opposite. But at what cost?
As the book opens, the Timermen have a problem. They are aware that Lady Chelsea is plotting to overthrow the entire order of Yukon society and attempt to directly dominate the nation, not merely erode its morality among segments of the ruling class, and to do this they suspect she has found a way to both manufacture energy weapons (used in the last years of the United States) and to disable the Storm Machines so those weapons can be used. They further suspect one of the Timermen is a traitor serving Lady Chelsea. Thus, they recruit Randel, whose outcast status is less relevant in the fluid, amoral society of the Capital, and whose internationalist tendencies make him an object of interest to Lady Chelsea, as a Timerman and spy.
The Capital is Cumberland City, fifty miles west of what was once Washington, D.C. Power is held by the Consul and the Senate, the assemblage of Lords; the latter elects the former. The Consul is Lady Chelsea’s husband (women cannot hold office in any capacity), but she holds the real executive power. The Senate, strictly an aristocratic body (the major Yukon organizing principle is a form of quasi-elective feudalism, with men and their families all pledged to a Lord), is divided between those who represent the mass of Yukons and those who support Lady Chelsea. Regardless, the central government has almost zero power outside Cumberland City, and it has been that way for nearly four hundred years. Neither Lady Chelsea’s writ nor her support extends more than a hundred miles from Cumberland City, unless she can convince a Lord with an army to cooperate with her. But she intends to change that.
Much happens in this book—it is gripping and a fantastic read, so I will mostly avoid spoilers. Randel spends more than a decade in Cumberland, with his first aim to determine how Lady Chelsea is able to distribute vast sums of money to her retainers, in a country with a hard, gold-based monetary system. He is able to gain social position soon enough—at first, he is treated with contempt, but ingratiates himself with Lady Chelsea, despite her mistrust of “saintly men.” She suspects he is a Timerman, but when he does things no Timerman would do, such as plead against the destruction of a small foreign country when some of its citizens conduct a terror attack in the Capital, she rejects her suspicion, and sees Randel as intelligent but weak, and thus incapable of being a Timerman. “Timermen are not the sort to put themselves out for some brown beggars on the other side of the world.”
Lady Chelsea is very clear about her intentions. “The members of my court wish to destroy the old order because it represses their sundry inclinations; I wish to destroy it because the first rule of the powerful is we must eliminate everything else the people might give their loyalties to, or they will never be completely servile to us.” Despite, or because of, her intentions, she comes to a bad end, the same as Bartholomew Iz. We know this already, if we read Fitzpatrick’s War (it makes sense to read that book before this one, because it explicates the Yukon order more fully). The Timermen accomplish their goal, and all corrupting elements among the Yukon aristocracy are wiped out, to the last man and woman. Randel, now granted social position and therefore able to marry, returns to Hanksville, still a Timerman. It’s a happy ending.
But is it a good ending? That is, is it a morally good ending? After all, the Yukons claim to act to advance the aims of God. Is this a true claim? Not really. The Yukons, or rather the Timermen, are a strange, but not unprecedented, blend of godliness and utilitarianism. One of their leaders responds to Randel’s hesitations: “Don’t quote Jesus to me. As much as we respect Him in the Guild, we know He would have made a terrible Timerman. Not everyone is cut out to be one of us. We do the Lord’s work, of course. To do that work, we sometimes have to do much the Lord would not condone. That is one of the paradoxes God has created for men. You might say we in the Guild have built and are constantly maintaining a great edifice here on Earth. Some of the pieces of that mighty structure we have erected are admittedly rotten, yet the edifice, as a whole, is pleasing to us and to God. As long as we keep the grand structure standing, God will forgive us if we fashion a few bricks within the building that are not up to His standards.”
The Timermen’s justification for their actions is, “You must recognize that evil exists the world and that the only long-term response to evil is the destructive power of force. Reason and compassion do not work against evil, for reason and compassion are virtues, and evil rejects everything that is good.” Yukon soldiers, similarly, are fond of dishing up quotes from the Book of Joshua as they slaughter their enemies, praying God will sort the wheat from the tares as they harvest both. Yukon churchmen are wholly in agreement with the Yukon way of life, even if they are not as likely as the Timermen to publicly mouth equivalencies to Dostoevsky’s Grand Inquisitor. The result is a united society as strong as iron, a society of rigorists. Still, the question haunts, or should haunt, us. What may men do, on this Earth but under the stern eye of God, to secure their future and that of their progeny?
There are two aspects to this question. The first I treated at length in my discussion of Fitzpatrick’s War—what violence is permitted to Christians, under what circumstances? But there is another aspect, exemplified in the career of Randel. Given the Christian absolute and central obligation of charity, to whom is charity owed? To some extent I have discussed this before, but primarily in the context of charity within a nation—both to our fellow citizens, and to those not of that nation yet still living here, usually against the will of most of our citizenry. What, however, of charity to those outside our borders, whose inferior and unaccomplished societies result in their lives being far more precarious than ours? Charity to brown beggars, one might say.
Until the industrial age, this question rarely arose for Christians. The dismissive Yukon attitude is merely the typical Christian attitude for most of the two thousand years since Christ walked the dusty paths of Galilee. In large part . . . [Review completes as first comment.]
September 15, 2026
Another wonderful book in the world of Fitzpatrick's war. This sequel carries on soon after the events of the previous book and we get some more time to be involved with the Timermen through the main character Mr. Randel.
Again I enjoyed the way Judson presents questions but doesn't answer them allowing the reader to ponder them. Namely we see the effects of a stigmatized society (perhaps overly so) in allowing the society in general to spurn its degenerate ruling class but we also see it rather unfairly punish a man of low birth. We also contend with codes of conduct and charity towards those who are not of our society. We see things get worse in the outside world while the Yukons (main and most powerful society) do little to hold back the tide. However we also see how the others neither understand nor care for the Yukon society. Again we are left with a tension between what seems too hard and what seems too soft.
The only reason I am not rating this a full five stars is that I feel like I've been here before. Insofar as the first book was about decadence eroding the ruling elite. While we may not have seen it's full extent I could tell where it was going, so the ideas don't seem totally new. I also felt like Mr. Randel was too reminiscent of the main character in the first book and despite us getting more familiar with the Timerman we don't get all that close. They keep many secrets and we don't get a complete feel for inner politics. I feel like that was a missed opportunity.
Again I enjoyed the way Judson presents questions but doesn't answer them allowing the reader to ponder them. Namely we see the effects of a stigmatized society (perhaps overly so) in allowing the society in general to spurn its degenerate ruling class but we also see it rather unfairly punish a man of low birth. We also contend with codes of conduct and charity towards those who are not of our society. We see things get worse in the outside world while the Yukons (main and most powerful society) do little to hold back the tide. However we also see how the others neither understand nor care for the Yukon society. Again we are left with a tension between what seems too hard and what seems too soft.
The only reason I am not rating this a full five stars is that I feel like I've been here before. Insofar as the first book was about decadence eroding the ruling elite. While we may not have seen it's full extent I could tell where it was going, so the ideas don't seem totally new. I also felt like Mr. Randel was too reminiscent of the main character in the first book and despite us getting more familiar with the Timerman we don't get all that close. They keep many secrets and we don't get a complete feel for inner politics. I feel like that was a missed opportunity.
August 24, 2026
I would rate this 2.5 stars, but Goodreads does not allow that, and because it is an extremely late sequel to a novel I very much I enjoyed I am inclined to round up.
It had several excellent parts, but as a cohesive work was lackluster compared to Fitzpatricks War itself, especially on the question of the narrators morality and/or suspciously missing moral crisis. Anyone who (correctly) understands the original novel and has read this one will understand what I mean.
It seemed in the end a sequel was being setup. I might be wrong, but if this is the case then I strongly suspect this is what partly compromised some of the books themes.
It had several excellent parts, but as a cohesive work was lackluster compared to Fitzpatricks War itself, especially on the question of the narrators morality and/or suspciously missing moral crisis. Anyone who (correctly) understands the original novel and has read this one will understand what I mean.
It seemed in the end a sequel was being setup. I might be wrong, but if this is the case then I strongly suspect this is what partly compromised some of the books themes.
August 25, 2026
I was not expecting to enjoy this as much as I did, but Judson put together a really well-thought-out world and he considered the consequences of his characters' legacies. I'll have more to say on TMR
August 28, 2026
another great book!
I will always have a love for Fitzpatrick War. But this was also a good book brought a little more depth to the Timermen and years following Fitzpatrick death. I do hope have another book in the installment about future generation Yukons.
I will always have a love for Fitzpatrick War. But this was also a good book brought a little more depth to the Timermen and years following Fitzpatrick death. I do hope have another book in the installment about future generation Yukons.
September 17, 2026
Excellent
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