Books I've read
One more thing that I was going to post.
Concerning Herbert Wells and his 1896 novel The Island Of Doctor Moreau.
I sometimes wonder how the literature worked then.
You take Rider Haggard's 1885 novel King Solomon's Mines and you get a picture of some charaters completely evil and others that are absolutely nice and noble and all that. You take Moreau and Prendric and the animals there and you get a picture of heartlessness and indifference and sheer cruelty. No greys. Black and white only. Though, I might be exxagerating, for I'm not a great one for profound analysis.
That leads me to The Time Of Jabberwocky by a Russian writer Dmitry Kolodan.
There's plenty of blood (very dicreetely deicted) and horror and heartlessness and absurd and senselessness and indifference in all the characters. But there are hues and aims that are justified and true and...you know, it was just nicer. Whatever you personally inderstand by niceness.
While The Island Of Doctor Morerau sent shivers of disgust down my spine from time to time.
Still, I'm through the novel, not really going to re-rerad it, but at least I know what it's about. As to Herbert Wells as an author, I've also read his Dandelion Wine which I liked immensly for that speacial feeling of the summer sun shining down on me while I'm deep in the green-green grass up the hill and there's nothing around me but that grass, sun, wormth and summer scents. That feeling was a miracle I'm unable to bring back at will.
I must seem a very funny reader and analyst)))
Concerning Herbert Wells and his 1896 novel The Island Of Doctor Moreau.
I sometimes wonder how the literature worked then.
You take Rider Haggard's 1885 novel King Solomon's Mines and you get a picture of some charaters completely evil and others that are absolutely nice and noble and all that. You take Moreau and Prendric and the animals there and you get a picture of heartlessness and indifference and sheer cruelty. No greys. Black and white only. Though, I might be exxagerating, for I'm not a great one for profound analysis.
That leads me to The Time Of Jabberwocky by a Russian writer Dmitry Kolodan.
There's plenty of blood (very dicreetely deicted) and horror and heartlessness and absurd and senselessness and indifference in all the characters. But there are hues and aims that are justified and true and...you know, it was just nicer. Whatever you personally inderstand by niceness.
While The Island Of Doctor Morerau sent shivers of disgust down my spine from time to time.
Still, I'm through the novel, not really going to re-rerad it, but at least I know what it's about. As to Herbert Wells as an author, I've also read his Dandelion Wine which I liked immensly for that speacial feeling of the summer sun shining down on me while I'm deep in the green-green grass up the hill and there's nothing around me but that grass, sun, wormth and summer scents. That feeling was a miracle I'm unable to bring back at will.
I must seem a very funny reader and analyst)))