If H.G. Wells had not performed poorly on an astronomical physics test and
several other exams as a young man, he might have spent the rest of his life as
an obscure academic rather than a popular author. He probably would not have
written his most famous book, "The War of the Worlds"--a novel that's
never gone out of print since its publication in 1898 and that now serves as
the inspiration for the Stephen Spielberg film reaching theaters next
Wednesday.
Those lousy marks at the
Even this didn't flush the anger out of his system. Three years later, in
"The War of the Worlds," Wells unleashed those iconic tripods and
their devastating heat rays on his old stomping ground. In a letter, he boasted
of "selecting
Perhaps the professors got the message and began to practice grade
inflation. Whatever the case, the author's lingering resentment highlights one
of the central aspects of his work: He simply couldn't accept the world he
encountered in his everyday life. Disappointments often sparked a destructive
urge. The man was nothing if not a radical who yearned to reshape the
fundamentals of human society through books and politics.
Wells was a pioneer of science fiction more than a
generation before Hugo Gernsback coined the term in
the 1920s, and he's often lumped together with another child of the 19th
century, Jules Verne. When the two are compared--and Wells hated it when they
were, because he held the Frenchman in low regard--Verne usually comes off as a
relative lightweight. His fiction tended to focus on the gadgetry of hot-air
balloons and submarines. Wells was no slouch on technical details, but he was
far more interested in concocting grand theories about life, the universe and
everything.
Verne at least got a few things startlingly right: In "From the Earth
to the Moon" (1866), he described a rocket launching from the coast of
Wells, for his part, was often appallingly wrong. "Human history is in
essence a history of ideas," he once wrote. That may be, but Wells flirted
with the worst ideas of his time. After interviewing Lenin, Wells called him
"creative" and described communism as the best hope for reforming
Orwell also was referring to the utopianism that distinguished so much of
what Wells wrote. Whereas the author of "Animal Farm" and
"1984" possessed a keen sense of how and why totalizing states go
badly wrong, Wells was constantly drawing up plans for ideal societies driven
by rationalist principles and governed by high-minded elites. This could lead
to bizarre results: In "Men Like Gods,"
Wells envisioned a scheme of eugenic reproduction and centralized planning so
perfect (in his mind) that everybody went shamelessly nude.
Defending this particular notion, Wells commented that the practice of
wearing clothes was a silly taboo. He certainly had little patience for sexual
mores. Admirers have hailed Wells as a proto-feminist, but he was more
accurately an advocate of free love--a doctrine that typically benefits men who
shirk their duties. As it happened, Wells treated the women in his life
shabbily. He cheated on his wives and impregnated his mistresses.
Maybe he was just acting on Darwinian impulses. Wells was
in fact a strident devotee of the evolutionary creed, which he learned from the
biologist T.H. Huxley at the Normal School. "The War of the Worlds"
is best interpreted as an aggressive statement of what C.S. Lewis called "Wellsianity"--the promotion of materialistic science
as true faith. The moral of the story may be found in the novel's first
sentence, which describes the sobering reality of "intelligences greater
than man's and yet as mortal as our own." Humans aren't noble creatures of
God, but animal feed for hungry Martians. If we are to go on living, it isn't
for any purpose greater than "the sake of the breed" (as one
character says in a late chapter).
At least Wells didn't let the Martians get away with their dastardly plot.
They fall victim to disease spread by bacteria, which Wells called "the
humblest things that God, in his wisdom, has put upon the earth." The
author of these words would have profited from a little more humility himself.
We should be grateful that he left his imprint on the science-fiction genre,
and almost nowhere else.
Mr. Miller is a writer for National Review.
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