Having read all seven hefty volumes of Diana Gabaldon’s “Outlander” series, a fascinating historical treatment of time travel in Scotland, I was happy as a child when the ice cream truck arrived in my neighborhood, said truck being the TV rendition of the story of Jamie Fraser and Claire Randall.
Each Saturday evening I settled down to an hour of their adventures, which would lead to the life-defining battle of Culloden Field between the Scots and the English. The production is a stupendous, utterly impressive delivery of conditions in 1745. The Scottish characters are as real as one’s next-door neighbors, and when the protagonists journeyed to France, the accoutrements of the French royal court were stunning in their detail. I enjoyed Louis XV and the foppish Prince Charles, he of “Bonnie Prince Charles” legend. The costumes of the courtiers left nothing out (so far as I know).
Jamie and Claire are at court in an attempt to derail the coming battle, to somehow wrench the fated defeat at Culloden Field away from happening, because Claire, having traveled back 200 years through the standing stones to 1745, knows the Scottish rebellion will fail.
But that event will have to wait until the Fall season, as we leave Jamie and Claire on the cusp of the battle. Jamie, by the way, is the Scot Claire falls in love with and marries, which is somewhat complicating as she left a perfectly good English husband in 1945.
N.B. the photo you see is of Renato and me at a cocktail party in Rio de Janeiro. Finding a picture appropriate for Culloden Field proved impossible. Renato and I are at right.