Wells, H.G.: The Time Machine
I love reading old sci-fi. I often enjoy the naïveté and the places where the author’s historical background comes through, with much straying from what the future actually became (heard any woman called “toots” recently?). “The Time Machine” is a short, enjoyable read, but… it is quite moralizing. As in, human progress and facility, taken too far, will turn us into blabbering idiots, because it is adversity and novelty that triggers intelligence. Well… maybe. It seems a little simplistic and convenient to the author’s apparent opinion, but… maybe. Who am I to say that H.G. Wells went wrong, when he postulates his future in the year 802,701?
