I have a thing for classic literature and a particular thing for classic science fiction.
I recently looked into some of the earliest scifi novels and I was blown away to discover that Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein was written in 1818, BEFORE Thomas Edison invented the electric light bulb in 1879. Crazy! I haven’t read Frankenstein yet, but it’s definitely high up in my books to read soon.
Well, I found this lovely vintage copy of The Time Machine by H.G. Wells in an op shop and decided to give it a go.
It was written in 1895. And to put that into context – the first car was invented in 1885, the first airplane was invented in 1903.
I really didn’t know what to expect!
What I thought – I really, really enjoyed it! First fews chapters were really tricky to read (omg, lots of old fashioned philosophical language), but the rest was VERY easy to read and flowed like a modern novel. However, it was CREEPY AS HECK.
(Spoiler: it pretty much descends into a zombie apocalypse tale and freaked me out! For example the time traveller was stuck in a dark hole and surrounded by little creatures with feathery fingers that tried to grab at him in the darkness, pulling him down and he was being overwhelmed by them… akkk!)
There is a scene in the story that has stuck in my mind.
It’s where the time traveller (he has no name) sits on his time machine and he turns the knob 800,000 years into the future. The sun, moon and stars zoom across the sky in a colourless blur and he pauses to find himself on an empty beach, looking up into an empty sky. I sometimes feel like my life is zooming by like that! Haha!
I definitely have to try War of the Worlds now. But I keep thinking of the movie and Tom Cruise, so it’s pretty much ruined for me :)