Selden Edwards

More, please. MORE.

Oh, I really wanted to like this book. The author spent 30 years writing this story of a time travelling top baseball player/famous pop star/famous author but it seems so contrived and unlikely that I just couldn't get into it and couldn't wait for it to end. I had to skim the last third of the book.

I was surprised I kept going on this one. Wheeler is quite a guy - Ivy League baseball star, rock and roll star, famous writer. Somehow he gets transported to late 1800s Vienna in order to meet his father and Freud and his grandmother and no, he's not his own grandpa, though he does get to meet "the child Hitler." He also turns out to be a fabulous psychoanalyst. The forced Boston Brahmin accent that the reader used for many of the characters was grating. Painful.

An impossible but quite enjoyable story.