I must be the last person in England to have never read anything by “national treasure” Stephen Fry, but this book came up in conversation recently, so I have now done so. The book had two things I love to read about: time travel and Nazis. The good news is that Fry (surprise!) writes really well, has a good sense of humour and an obvious intelligence. And the point he is making (if there is a point) is that the horrors of the Third Reich were not the work of one man acting alone. He underscores this by referencing Daniel Goldhagen’s book, Hitler’s Willing Executioners, at the end. The bad news is that he needed an editor — the book is overly long with much that could be cut. Still, how wrong could you go with a novel about travelling through time to prevent Hitler from being born?