The Tapestry of Time
Kate Heartfield
Having read it
★★★☆☆
Well, underneath its slightly laborious narrative which seemed, at times, to lack a cohesive plot or even just some decent pace to properly drive the intrigue and page-turning of the story (despite some decent writing every now and then), it had a reasonably good idea at its core; it felt like a book that just wasn’t quite sure of its truthful falseness, or its false truths, so the tapestry weaved was slightly uneven, as it was possibly put together with unreliable instructions.
A good passage
Tiny pinpricks of snow, not even big enough to catch gravity’s attention, were meandering in the air.
A second good passage
‘Don’t you think it’s possible that all Himmler wants is to hang it in his castle and bloviate about how the Conqueror used his Germanic superiority to reunite wayward England with the Germanic race, or some such nonsense?’
Ivy shakes her head vigorously. ‘They can make all that up, even if they don’t have the artefact itself. They could make their own replica, come to that. It’s not just a trophy. It has power.’
‘Well, all trophies do have power. Why does it matter that the Rosetta Stone is in the British Museum? Because the French stole it from Egypt, and we took it from the French. A spoil of war. We could give it back, and keep a replica. But if it’s our artefact, it’s our story. And stories can make people go along with just about anything.’