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A review by theravenkingx
The Island of Dr. Moreau by H.G. Wells
adventurous
slow-paced
3.5
It must have been a very controversial book in its time as it reads like a commentary on organized religion. I found the concept intriguing, but the writing was a bit too descriptive and boring for my taste. I didn't enjoy it as much as I thought I would.
The author portrays the protagonist's struggles and hardships as he goes through a life-altering journey on the Island of Dr. Moreau. He witnesses man-made hybrid creatures who abide by the rules created by their maker, Dr. Moreau. However, things become more complicated as these creatures begin to embrace their animal instincts and rebelling against the doctrine designed to keep them in check.
This whole journey is a critique on religious doctrine, highlighting how priests can be self-serving in their preachings and interpretations of religious texts. In the end, our protagonist finds enlightenment and untangles himself from the grasp of ideas that kept his mind imprisoned, choosing instead to explore the mysteries of the universe through science and reason.
The author portrays the protagonist's struggles and hardships as he goes through a life-altering journey on the Island of Dr. Moreau. He witnesses man-made hybrid creatures who abide by the rules created by their maker, Dr. Moreau. However, things become more complicated as these creatures begin to embrace their animal instincts and rebelling against the doctrine designed to keep them in check.
This whole journey is a critique on religious doctrine, highlighting how priests can be self-serving in their preachings and interpretations of religious texts. In the end, our protagonist finds enlightenment and untangles himself from the grasp of ideas that kept his mind imprisoned, choosing instead to explore the mysteries of the universe through science and reason.
My days I devote to reading and to experiments in chemistry, and I spend many of the clear nights in the study of astronomy. There is, though I do not know how there is or why there is, a sense of infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven. There it must be, I think, in the vast and eternal laws of matter, and not in the daily cares and sins and troubles of men, that whatever is more than animal within us must find its solace and its hope. I hope, or I could not live. And so, in hope and solitude, my story ends.