Best Time Travel Fiction — Can You Find Love in a Past Century?
Sure, on paper, you can simply step through a fold in time’s curtain or a magical standing stone and find love in a past century. You just discover your love in a past century and it’s perfect. But when love across time is the story, it gets messy. First, the customs of love are all different. Like trying to speak a different language, you can get the nuances and protocals all wrong. When to touch, when not to touch, what does a smile mean in another society than your 21st century one, and what constitutes an invitation for a woman to be treated as less than a lady? Writing love stories across the centuries is complicated.
Then there’s the scientific angle. Is time travel even possible? Stephen Hawking said it was. Practically speaking, however, it would probably mush your insides and scramble your cells. DNA, however, could be a reason someone could be able to time travel. That will be the reason for the ability to time travel in my fiction series featuring the elegant and knowledgeable time-travel tour guide, George St. James. He was born with the ability, and has learned to help others travel in history. Below are some lists of great time travel novels and movies, for comparison.
Time Travel Fiction- Best Novels
Time Travel Fiction & Identity
Let’s just say it’s possible physically, and that you could find a way back to the century you’re interested in. Say you even could predict where you’d land – though my favorite time travel novels don’t always give that assurance. Books like The jane Austen Project posit a scientific way to calibrate exactly when and where you’d land. On the other hand, stories like Outlander make traveling in history seem like breaking your leg while hiking, only way worse.
Stepping into another time could surely challenge your sense of self, for one thing. How many of us carry our identities around in our purses and pockets? When you travel backward or forward to another century, let’s face it, that iPhone is a useless papereight and your driver’s license could be mistaken for a piece of witchcraft. You can’t get network, so you can’t see your calendar, your to-do list, your recent shares, book sales—come to think of it, that’s sounding better all of a sudden. But without your own century, who are you, really?
Traveling to another century, or even just another decade, also really screws with your wardrobe. I did ask myself before throwing away all those shoulder pads from the 80s, am I sure? And now, here I am in 1982 again, wishing I’d saved them all, and trying to remember how I made my hair that tall and full of scrunchies.
And seasons. If you travel in time and space, you could lose all sense of the seasons. Nineteenth century Australia, for example, has Christmas in July and surfing in December. (Actually they have surfing all the time, even on Christmas.) If you pop into the 13th century anywhere on earth you’ll found yourself in the perpetual wintry starvation of the Little Ice Age.
Time Travel Fiction & Comfort
Then there’s the question of plumbing. I think I can just rest my case against time travel right there. The real intent of a time travel novel, I believe, is to fold history into the present and compare and contrast. History can be like a distant planet, alien and confusing to those from a different planet. And that’s part of the fascination.
I love writing and reading about history and using time travel to do it, but I’m grateful for the century I live in, though it has much to improve. I like the armchair kind of history and time travel. With plumbing, my smart phone, and good coffee. You can have all those as you read about May Gold’s adventures in the 17th century. In The Renaissance Club, the time travel is only for a few hours or days at a time. My main character May has time to freshen up. I think after a few jaunts, May well understood the plumbing issue. And being a magical realism time travel story, her wardrobe changed automatically. Kind of a Cinderella situation.
I will come back to you through the doorway of stars.