The Invisible Man was the first thing I ever read by Wells- (in my early teens, in the dormitory at school, in the short period of grace we were allowed before the lights went out, with the nice, friendly maths master wandering up and down putting the prettier boys at ease and telling them they didn't have to call him "Sir" at the conclusion of every sentence. Did we have his number? Oh, yes, the older ones did and the younger ones soon caught on) I had remembered it as a grim SF fable- and am surprised to find that it's actually quite funny- less War of the Worlds, more History of Mr Polly. It's dark, of course, but we English like our humour that way. And now I think of it, Mr Polly (possibly Wells's best book) is pretty dark as well....
It's raining, it's misty, I'm still adapting myself to the long dark evenings. "Cosy" I tell myself, but as yet I'm not wholly convinced.....
It's raining, it's misty, I'm still adapting myself to the long dark evenings. "Cosy" I tell myself, but as yet I'm not wholly convinced.....