Andrew Harrington is a wealthy, handsome, Victorian gad-about who has fallen in love with the model in a painting at his Uncle's home. He is understandably shocked to find that she is a common prostitute from White Chapel. His wily cousin, Charles, had commissioned the portrait and gifted it to his father as a joke. However, the knowledge of her low status doesn't dampen Andrew's ardor for the girl. Through Charles he finds out her name, Mary Kelly. Andrew begins evening forays to White Chapel to meet her, and he even takes a cheap room for their liaisons. Imagine his horror when he finds her completely mutilated by Jack the Ripper in the very room where they had shared so much happiness. Seeing that his cousin was genuinely suicidal, Charles goes to Andrew with the news of a time travel company that is offering trips to the future. Charles convinces Andrew to go with him to meet the eccentric man behind the company to beg him to take them into the past to save his precious Mary. From that point on, the story gets weirder, deeper, wittier, and thrilling.
A time travel book with Jack the Ripper, H. G. Wells, Bram Stoker and Henry James as characters isn't really so strange these days; what makes Map of Time special is the multi-layered deception and misconception and fact, fiction and science. This is the most creative book I have read in years. Not everyone will enjoy the mental gymnastics it takes to keep up with what is going on here. But if one is willing to suspend disbelief and just enjoy the ride, The Map of Time is exciting, and delightful. I was particularly impressed with the fact that Felix J. Palma is Spanish and yet he created a tremendously believable Victorian England. But what stands out the most is the complexity of the intricate web of the plot. Get ready for a wild ride!