“That is a brilliant story. I wonder I never read it before – the start is a bit hard, but the description is wonderful.”
That was my reaction as I spoke to a friend immediately I finished reading this book. It’s the sort of novel that one is presented with at school and hates and I admit, when I started it I was put off by the discourse on the nature of time and space and four or more dimensions. Written in a Victorian manner, it seems like a text book rather than a framework within which Dr Who can cheerfully travel, with no mental exertion for the millions of fans.
The story swiftly changes, though, to a detailed, beautifully crafted, fantastically clearly imaged narrative by the Time Traveller, set down by his friend. At some stage I suddenly recognised the names Morlocks and Eloi, although I know I’ve not read this, just absorbed the protagonists through years of general knowledge.
It is a beautiful story, filled with dread at what might become of the Traveller and of our civilisation, with a supplement of what truly could happen at the end of the world.
I couldn’t put it down. But then, it’s not that long either. Highly recommended for anyone aged about 12 and up.