This week I read War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells. He writes this classic Sci-Fi as though he were putting together a newspaper account of the attack of the martians upon Great Britain. This book is incredibly imaginative, different from modern alien movies and books that I have encountered in that it feels so fresh, not being steered by the vast collection of sci-fi that we have now. Invasion literature was quite popular at the time but it was usually the Germans or the French not Martians. He goes into great detail about the appearance of the aliens and their technology and their brutal conquest of the isle of Britain. His imagery is harsh, clear, and immediate. I enjoyed the plot and the writing, but wished for a bit more character development. This is not a warm novel, it is a cold delivery of the facts of war on most occasions, although the protagonist does long to be reunited with his wife on occasion. All in all I enjoyed this classic and am eager to read other books by H.G. Wells in the future. But now I think I’ll read a fluffy Christian romance to offset all of the science and grim slaughter.
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