So, here’s what really happened:
When H.G. Wells was turning his hand to science fiction, he was actually writing roman à clefs. You see, Wells himself had lived through events which inspired THE WAR OF THE WORLDS; THE ISLAND OF DR MOREAU; THE INVISIBLE MAN; THE FIRST MAN ON THE MOON and parts of THE TIME MACHINE. These books were not just the product of a genius imagination, they were based on Wells own experiences.
Okay, maybe not. But that is the premise of Kevin J. Anderson’s rollicking ride of a novel. Just as the Martians are about to attack, H.G. Wells is called to a secret institute in London where gathered together are some of the greatest minds in the Empire. And from there begins an adventure on which the fate of humanity hangs.
Reading modern versions of Victorian science fiction does need you to rapidly turn your suspension of disbelief quite high. Indeed, the science part of this science fiction story in no way holds up, even to a layman like me. But if it’s not science fiction, what is it? Alternative reality fiction? Historical fiction? Steampunk? Fan fiction? In the end, I think, it’s an elaborate and beautiful love letter to Wells itself. And it’s quite lovely for it.
Now, excuse me, I must head off to find a book where Arthur Conan-Doyle teams up with Sherlock Holmes and Professor Challenger to take on an invasion of giant supernatural hounds.
My debut novel, THE WANNABES – which has been out of print for a little while – is now available for free. A supernatural thriller of beautiful actresses and deadly ambition in London town, it’s well worth your time. You can get your copy here!