Finding the blueprints belonging to the eponymous Time Traveler of H.G. Wells'' novel, our reluctant and all-too-human heroine enlists her ex-husband Rob''s engineering genius in constructing the same kind of machine capable of the same awesome power. With a (more or less) functioning time machine at her disposal, she decides there''s no better time to do her part to save humanity from itself and starts looking for (figurative) butterflies to pin down in hopes of altering the history of human civilization and averting the impending effects of climate change. Wary of causing unintended consequences by traveling into the past to change history, she heads into the future, alone, to see if she can gain any insights she can bring back to 2020 that could help change the course of a world suffering from the reckless consequence of the Anthropocene. She anticipates the worst, but that''s not quite bad enough: Not only is there the ecological collapse she feared, but by 2035, America has devolved into a fascist state and by 2060 to full blown totalitarianism. My Time Machine is both a sly, cautionary political satire and a rollicking time travel story, full of playful time travel paradoxes, edge-of-your-seat suspense, breezy badinage, and a deeply felt wonder at the universe. It is serious and funny, timely and timeless (literally).
