One of the things I really like about Sawyer, I thought as I read this, is his easygoing explanation of science: he makes the most complex-sounding stuff flow smoothly and sensibly. That, sat amidst his extraordinary love for his era country, gives his writing a fluidity and relaxed atmosphere.

Also, though it seems hypocritical to enjoy some transcendentalism but not others, I liked the way it happened here very much. It seemed a logical progression and, although I do have issues with the happy happy nature of almost all future portrayals, I really enjoyed the read.