“What would happen if history could be rewritten as casually as erasing a blackboard? Our past would be like the shifting sands at the seashore, constantly blown this way or that by the slightest breeze. History would be constantly changing every time someone spun the dial of a time machine and blundered his or her way into the past. History, as we know it, would be impossible. It would cease to exist.” IfsKnowsWayHappensWould BePastImpossibleMachinesCeaseSandOur PastBreezeShiftingSpunTime MachineSeashoreBlackboardShifting Sand Book:Hyperspace: A Scientific Odyssey through Parallel Universes, Time Warps, and the Tenth Dimension Source: Hyperspace: A Scientific Odyssey through Parallel Universes, Time Warps, and the Tenth Dimension
“Jim Grimsley's unflinching self-examination of his own boyhood racial prejudices during the era of school desegregation is one of the most compelling memoirs of recent years. Vivid, precise, and utterly honest, How I Shed My Skin is a time-machine of sorts, a reminder that our past is every bit as complex as our present, and that broad cultural changes are often intimate, personal, and idiosyncratic.” YearsSelfSchoolPastBitsHonestSkinsMachinesPrejudiceComplexesMemoirErasIntimateBroadsShedCompellingOur PastPreciseRemindersVividExaminationBoyhoodRacial PrejudiceTime MachineSelf-examinationCultural Change Author:Dinty W. Moore