I love time travel stories. This is the main reason Doctor Who is my favourite TV series. And H G Wells’ 1895 novella was one of the original works to come up with the idea. Whilst it doesn’t really look at the sort of paradoxical and ethical concerns of time travel it does look at the ideas of utopia and dystopia that have since become commonplace in fiction, but wells was one of the first to do it.
Wells is often heralded as the father of modern science fiction with classics under his belt such as The Island of Doctor Moreau, The Invisible Man, The War of the Worlds, and The First Men In The Moon. Its clear to see that Wells was a man who was blessed with both understanding of science and the workings of academia, as well as being equally blessed with a fantastic imagination. What must it of been like for a victorian to come up with the idea of time travel? To imagine what mankind would be like 800,000 years in the future? You can still smell the victorian ideals printed all over the page, both a spirit of exploration and of repression all rolled into one neat little package, tied up with a big helping of steampunkish industry to finish off the equation and make a fun little foray into the future.
What I would have liked about the book, and this is my only real criticism, is that I would have liked to see a more in depth look into the world of the future, without giving spoilers, I would like to have known how the human race had evolved from victorian values to the state of fearful tyranny between the Eloi and the Morlocks. Other than that the book was well written and the chapters weren’t all that long so it made for good bed time reading, and I’m glad to be able to say that I’ve read it.