Wednesday, August 12, 2015

“Let me only kill!” - In the Days of the Comet by H. G. Wells

In the Days of the Comet (1906) is an H. G. Wells novel in which a comet passes the earth, releasing a gas that permanently makes humans, all of them – in fact all air-breathing animals – pacifists and economic collectivists, allowing for the establishment of a worldwide communist Utopia.

You might note that this novel comes several years after the famous Wells science fiction novels from the late 1890s.  Perhaps there is something in my description that explains why this one is not so famous.

Yes, perhaps.  Yet it is mostly quite good, as well or better written than the earlier novels, if less inventive.  Some of the political writing threatens to turn the book into an Edwardian period piece, but other ideas retain interest.

Most of the book, its actual story, is about a young labor radical, Willie, whose steady girl jilts him for a poshie, not just because the rival is rich but because the narrator’s politics have made him a bit of a pill.  Willie is driven into a murderous rage:

“Let me only kill!” I cried.  “Let me only kill!” (Bk. I, Ch. 4, Sub 1)

Frankly, he presents himself as a psychopath.  Meanwhile, a green, gassy comet is approaching, growing ever more visible and brighter, allowing Wells to play with his paint box:

It turned our ugly English industrial towns to phantom cities.  Everywhere the local authorities discontinued street lighting – one could read small print in the glare, – and so at Monkshampton I went about through pale, white, unfamiliar streets, whose electric globes had shadows on the path.  Lit windows here and there burnt ruddy orange, like holes cut in some dream curtain that hung before a furnace. A policeman with noiseless feet showed me an inn woven of moonshine, a green-faced man opened to us, and there I abode the night.  And the next morning it opened with a mighty clatter, and was a dirty little beerhouse that stank of beer, and there was a fat and grimy landlord with red spots upon his neck, and much noisy traffic going by on the cobbles outside.  (I.5.1)

The shadows of the streetlamps are a fine touch, one of many in the book.

Meanwhile (another meanwhile), war erupts between Britain and Germany, a war as realistically intricate and pointless as the one that would actually occur eight years later.  Wells the pacifist knew his subject.  He is particularly good describing a naval action that uncannily prefigures the 1915 Battle of Dogger Banks.  But at that time everyone interested in international politics was obsessed with the new-fangled massive battleships, the way we had to be experts in nuclear deterrence strategy to keep up in the 1980s.  Wells-the-prophet scores some points.

Willie’s lunatic (cometic?) drive to murder his ex-girlfriend provides plenty of narrative drive as the novel moves along, as does the impending and then active war, as does the comet that’s about to hit the Earth.  Maybe that is too much narrative drive.  There is a culminating scene where the madman is chasing his ex, shooting at her, while a naval battle is occurring in the background, all in the weird green light of a comet that will save mankind (the story is retrospective, so that we know) any minute now.  Pretty wild.

Then comes tomorrow’s subject, world peace, communal dining, and bonfires of books.  Utopia.

14 comments:

  1. Fascinating! I am surprised you are reading and writing about H. G. Wells, I like the imagery that you have highlighted, and I so much like what you have written that I am very tempted to dive into Wells' perversely escapist and cautionary tales. But here is an unfair question: What is your favorite by Wells?

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  2. Surprised, okay. Favorite, I don't know. First Men in the Moon was the funniest, Island of Dr. Moreau the most inventive. But the lack of invention, the ordinariness of The Invisible Man was ingenious in its own way.

    I don't know any of the non-science fiction novels, aside from a few fine passages, nor do I know the short stories. It seems like there is a lot of Wells worth reading.

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    1. Do I detect your impatience with my dim-witted comments? (Feel free to call me paranoid and not adept at reading both within and between the lines; this is I think part-and-parcel of blogging and similar social media.)

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    2. What was the source of your surprise?

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    3. I did not think H. G. Wells was an author and type of author who would have been your cup of tea for either reading or discussion. So, I was surprised.

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    4. Well, I guess I should now make two points. (1) I have understood Wells to have been considered an S/F author (which often led to him being considered not ready for prime time in the literary canon), and that is probably an unfair characterization and a lazy understanding on my part; (2) I stand corrected about your interest in Wells because I had not known about (or remembered) your previous postings. Both points say more about me than about you. Mea culpa.

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    5. Ah, you think I do not read science fiction. But I do! I have a post about The Space Merchants - can't get much more science fictional than that. The post kicked off a series, a Science Fiction Week.

      There was a period when I read quite a lot of science fiction and fantasy novels. Novels not from or near the 19th century, I mean.

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  3. Good heavens. The confluence of disasters at the end reminds me of that folksong from Christopher Guest's A Mighty Wind that hilariously combines a train wreck and a mine collapse. But what a nice choice of topic here to celebrate the Perseid meteor shower.

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  4. And today is the anniversary of Wells's death. But all of this is coincidence.

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  5. Great to see Wells getting some coverage. I've even enjoyed some of his non-s/f novels in the past. Preferred him to Henry James (haven't read either in ages so can't say if that's still true). I'd certainly recommend reading some of his short stories.

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  6. Short stories - yes, I am quite interested. Penguin has a nice fat collection that looks good. They recently reissued a number of novels, too, both science fiction and not. Promising.

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  7. I had a bit of a Wells period in my early teenage years and enjoyed his Short History of the World some years later. I'm pretty certain I've picked some up over the years and am tempted to pull one down now.

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  8. I wish I had had a Wells period as a teen. I have no guess as to why I did not.

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