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waterwide 's review for:
The Invisible Man
by H.G. Wells
Old books like this one was probably innovative and creative for its time but it does not hold up much. This book doesn't really surprise you with anything. Some scenes are great and provoke extremely vivid imagery:
("But for a second it seemed to her that the man she looked at had an enormous mouth wide open—a vast and incredible mouth that swallowed the whole of the lower portion of his face. It was the sensation of a moment: the white-bound head, the monstrous goggle eyes, and this huge yawn below it.")
But it is not worth the time with such cast of characters. If they were an unnamed hordes of civilians it would have made no difference. With a few exceptions of the protagonist and the antagonist. There was one interesting side character that could've made for a dramatic revenge plotline, but said character was only ever name dropped and never appeared again in the second part of the book.
There is probably some sort of metaphor you can dig out of a story about an easily irritated Invisible Man ravaging the random townspeople. Maybe it's about the cold war, the spy of the enemy state, the invisible threat, the savagery and uncare for civilized acts that stemmed from anonymity. Maybe it's not that deep, and it's just about a psychotic bloke from England throwing hands invisibly until someone had enough of him.
("But for a second it seemed to her that the man she looked at had an enormous mouth wide open—a vast and incredible mouth that swallowed the whole of the lower portion of his face. It was the sensation of a moment: the white-bound head, the monstrous goggle eyes, and this huge yawn below it.")
But it is not worth the time with such cast of characters. If they were an unnamed hordes of civilians it would have made no difference. With a few exceptions of the protagonist and the antagonist. There was one interesting side character that could've made for a dramatic revenge plotline, but said character was only ever name dropped and never appeared again in the second part of the book.
There is probably some sort of metaphor you can dig out of a story about an easily irritated Invisible Man ravaging the random townspeople. Maybe it's about the cold war, the spy of the enemy state, the invisible threat, the savagery and uncare for civilized acts that stemmed from anonymity. Maybe it's not that deep, and it's just about a psychotic bloke from England throwing hands invisibly until someone had enough of him.