An audio book from www.inaudio.biz and read by Ralph Cosham.
Another product of its time. I found this better written than the couple of Verne’s books I’ve read.
The thing that got me while reading it though was that, for all the gung ho, science is going to save us stuff that the books of this genre and this era are crammed with, he paints an inescapably bleak picture of the future of the human race. It’s a future too, that is devoid of the scientific enlightenment that birthed the book itself. It perhaps hints at the limitations of the science Wells knew and loved.
It’s interesting too that, faced with a choice of going forward and going back in time, the traveller chooses only to go forward… and forward yet again. It’s as if he believes he can learn nothing new by going back. And that, of course, is the ironic pierce de resistance of the whole book. For if you can’t learn anything from looking back at the history of humanity, you will remain blind to anything the future may show you.
The time traveller, for so it will be convenient to speak of him, was expounding a recondite matter to us.
And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers, shriveled now and brown and flat and brittle, to witess that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.
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