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The War of the Worlds

H.G. Wells

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Plot or Character Driven: Plot
Strong character development: No
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: No
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Plot or Character Driven: A mix
Strong character development: No
Loveable characters: No
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: Complicated

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adventurous medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Plot
Strong character development: No
Loveable characters: Complicated
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: No
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Plot or Character Driven: Plot
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Plot or Character Driven: Plot
Strong character development: No
Loveable characters: Complicated
dark hopeful mysterious tense medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven: Plot
Strong character development: No
Loveable characters: Yes
Diverse cast of characters: No
Flaws of characters a main focus: No

The book is more than a century old and it shows with how verbose the writing is, but it is still surprisingly very ahead of its time. Some passages can pass as being written in this decade. A must read if you want to see how far sci-fi has progressed.

„Now, whenever things are so that people feel they ought to be doing something, the weak, and those who go weak with a lot of complicated thinking, always make for a sort of do-nothing religion, very pious and superior, and submit to persecution and the will of the Lord. And those of a less simple sort will work in a bit of—what is it?—eroticism.“

This book is not only a study of pure science-fiction what ifs, back then still rather unexplored. It is also, and maybe first and foremost, a bitter study of humanity as individuals, but also as masses. Wells, sociologist and writer, picks apart what is considered „society“ within a few pages and some, shows us the ugly truth of what’s going to happen when things turn to absolute shit, and everything we valued the day before suddenly seems like a bad joke, a wasteful dream you don’t dare to admit to your fellow survivor, even though he probably indulged in the very same illusions of the past.

The narrator is writing rather detached, and yet pulls you into the world and situations with such a vividness that you feel like you’re stuck in the debris along with him. But — „It grew upon my mind, once I could face the facts, that, terrible as our position was, there was yet no justification of absolute despair.“ Well, fuck me, do you eat steel for breakfast?

Having read this again after over twenty years, I have to get the worst out of the way: H.G. Wells was racist.