Nelson S. Bond 44 min read

The whole damn thing was Jamieson's fault, a snippy physics-department head who liked to throw his weight around, and riled homespun Hank Cleaver worse than boils.

Nelson S. Bond's 1942 story sends its shrewd country everyman, Horsesense Hank, careening through alternate worlds via time-and-dimension travel. Folksy, funny golden-age SF. Read it for a genial tale of plain common sense loose among the parallel worlds, outsmarting the pointy-headed experts.

In its time

Published in 1942, during the 1940s, the golden age begins.

Reading it

44 min read (a novelette, room for a turn or two).