I havent written apost here since December - not because Ihaven't read, butbecuase Ifind myself fartoo lazy tocomprehensively review every book I've ever read (shock horror).
But I just finished reading 'War ofthe Worlds' by H.G. Wells, and I need to talk about it (also, sorry if some of my words get stuck together - i dropped my keybord last weekend and broke the spacebar. Also, I made it worse when I tried to fix it. Go figure).
I have written one placid rant about how I dislike 'classics',often purely because people wax on about them. I can't help this stubborn trait, I was born with it. That being said, 'War of the Worls'didn't read like a classic. I've been struggling with '20,000 Leauges Under the Sea' by Jules Verne for about, oh, six months now. Perhaps it is Verne's overly technical descriptions, or maybe its the distictly 'classic' feeling of the way the book iswritten,but I find it awfully hard toread. Ihad the same proplem with 'The Great Gatsby' (save for the technical decriptions,ofcourse).
This is a problem I did not have with 'War ofthe Worlds'. It was written in an open, flowing and engaging way, and the flow of the narrative was aided and not hindered by the descriptions of technlogues, or the events inother parts of England. Also, the action moved quickly.
I suppose these are the proplems I have with 20,000 Leagues- the narrative is pretty much halted by the gratuituous descriptions, and the action hasn't even really got going yet (I'm somewhere between a quarter and a third of the way through). Wells and Verne are both acknowledged as early pioneers of Steampunk (which I adore), so of course I was going to try and absorb these original literatures. H.G. Wells' work is far superiour, in my opinion.
Of course, my opinion doesn't actually matter. I'm just a pretentious 15 year old girl from New Zealand with a passion for the written word and a fondness for vodka and online window shopping. But anyway, I digress.
For those that are unaware, 'War of the Worlds' is a book about the martian invasion of earth. The martians are basically a giant brain with funny tentacle hands who feed by injecting the bloood of humans. They walk around in odd looking machines and wreak havoc in south England with heat rays and noxious black smoke.At the end,they are attacked by terrestrial bacteria and all drop dead.
My favourite thing about this book was the fact that thecharacters had no names. It was written in the first person, and the more importsant characters were refered to by their relationship to the protagonist/narator (for example: 'my wife', 'my brother', and the secondary characters by their professions (for example: 'the artilleryman', 'the curate'). It was refreshing and strangely engaging, as it took the story to the next level of personal, which engages the reader in a unique way.
Also, a lot ofthe second half of the book reminded me of Bioshock (haunting emptiness of streets,bodies everywhere...), which made me happy as I adore Bioshock.
Anyway, 'War of the Worlds' is a solid10/10 and I really do recommend it (also, bonus: it's pretty short, so can be read in a matter of hours ify ou're willing to sit down and commit).
(bonus note: I have todo wide reading again this year for school [Stupid and pointless, but it's for credits so I won't complain toomuch] and I can't waittore-writethisisa slightly more subtley condescending way to hand in for credits)
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