ell, it seems we’ve gone and put the science fiction category to shame! In my attempts to drag myself through the dark finale of Mary Shelley’s The Last Man, I seem to have killed my muse. It was either that or the guest pass to World of Warcraft and the flood of guests my own age distracting me from more mature pursuits.
No more apologies. Today, I step back to consider the lighter tales in science fiction, hopeful futures. My hopes for utopian visions in In the Days of the Comet by H.G. Wells were discouraged a bit by the introducer’s notes about the pessimistic, even murderous disposition of the main character. The pleasant old man in the tower in the prologue, however, turns out to be the same man. Instead of a first person account of the destruction of the world, Wells is still hopeful enough to give this character the vision and experience of a transformation that turns men into "angels."
Again, I borrow from the introducer, none other than Ben Bova, of his own science fiction fame. He, a more qualified judge of these things, also points out that Willie Leadford, is not the protagonist. The comet is.
Spoilers beyond what you can find on the back jacket follow…
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