The War of the Worlds: From H. G. Wells to Orson Welles, Jeff Wayne, Steven Spielberg & Beyond

I saw this book acknowledged in Stephen Baxter’s The Massacre of Mankind, so, in a moment of rare impulse book buying and reading, I bought it and read it immediately.

Review: The War of the Worlds: From H. G. Wells to Orson Welles, Jeff Wayne, Steven Spielberg & Beyond, Peter J. Beck, 2016.The War of the Worlds

In 1895, H. G. Wells moved to Woking, Surrey. He was almost thirty, a journalist and writer on the make. Plagued by a kidney and liver injured playing football and with lungs that occasionally bled from the foul air of London, he wasn’t sure how much time he had left.

And he had bills to pay and a new wife, his second, to support.

His reputation wasn’t secure. The Time Machine had been critically acclaimed, but The Island of Dr. Moreau was not popular with readers or critics.

When he left Woking after finishing the first version of The War of the Worlds, his reputation was secured, and he became a writer with an international following. Money followed which was a good thing because he would need it for all his many mistresses and illegitimate children. (Wells’ stated cure for writer’s block was sex twice a day and that often was not with his wife.)

What Beck and publisher Bloomsbury Academic present is a literary biography of Wells’ novel and all its multimedia adaptations that followed Continue reading “The War of the Worlds: From H. G. Wells to Orson Welles, Jeff Wayne, Steven Spielberg & Beyond”

“The Room in the Tower”

Every Wednesday over at LibraryThing the members of the Deep Ones weird fiction discuss a different work of fiction.

I’ve thought about putting up reviews of the works in question, but I thought that might be a bit unfair to the other members of the group if I passed off their insights as my own.

So, I’m going to compromise and put up my reviews of the discussed works before the general discussion takes place.

Review: “The Room in the Tower”, E. F. Benson, The E. F. Benson Megapack, 2013.E F Benson Megapack

The Setup

The narrator has a recurring dream, starting at age 16 and for a period of fifteen years, of going to a house in the country, meeting the people there, one an old school acquaintance he had little to do with, and given a “room in the tower”.

Entering that room, he is overcome with terror and wakes up.

The odd thing about the dream is that it maintains a continuity. The people of the family move away, marry, and the woman of the house, Julia Stone, dies and is buried near the house with a grave marker “In evil memory of Julia Stone”.

The Conclusion (with spoilers)

The narrator meets an Clinton, old school friend in London, and goes to visit his country house – which turns out to be the house of his dream.

The people are different, and the narrator has a good time finding the gathering not at all oppressive and fearful. Until he is given the room in the tower to sleep in.

There he finds a malevolent portrait, a self-portrait, of Julia Stone.

He tells Clinton he can’t sleep in that room with that portrait. With the help of a servant, Clinton and the narrator move it. It is strangely heavy and leaves blood on their hands though they have no wounds.

When he goes to bed that night, the narrator feels a strange presence in the room. It is Julia Stone, accompanied by a smell of corruption. She tells him

“I knew you would come to the room in the tower … I have been long waiting for you. At last you have come. Tonight I shall feast; before long we will feast together.”

The narrator bolts out of the room, and Clinton hearing the noise, joins him. They see blood on the narrator’s shoulder.

Clinton at first thinks the narrator has just had a nightmare, but he goes into the dark room and finds Stone’s portrait unaccountably back on the wall and a burial shroud.

A sort of explanation follows with a reference to burying a suicide, three times, eight years ago. Her coffin was found open each time and finally she was put in unconsecrated ground outside her home – now Clinton’s house.

The story ends by telling us that her grave was opened a fourth time, and the coffin was full of blood.

Weird Factors and Unanswered Questions

Benson’s tale not only combines the weird dream, ghost, and vampire motifs but the cursed object with Stone’s portrait and an element of clairvoyance.

Unexplained is why it seems Stone has been calling out to the narrator all these years. He never met Julia Stone in life and “rather disliked” her son the brief time he knew him.

The portrait seems to be either sort of a repository for Stone’s soul or an enabling mechanism for her return. There are no wounds on anybody after moving her portrait which suggests, along with its weight, it’s sort of a blood-infused surrogate for Stone’s human body, a symbol her vampire appetites. It is, after all, a portrait painted by Stone which hints at some sort of supernatural investiture of her identity in it.


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The U.S.A Trilogy

If you’re a regular reader of science fiction reviews and criticism, you may have heard of the “Dos Passos technique”.

John Brunner was the first to use it in science fiction in 1968’s Stand on Zanzibar. The Encyclopedia of Science Fiction describes them as “modernist.

Other writers followed. Of the top of my head, I can think of Joe Haldeman’s “To Howard Hughes: A Modest Proposal” and David Brin’s Earth as using it. Some recent works by Kim Stanley Robinson, which I haven’t read yet, have been said to use it.

I’m a fan of the technique and think it quite effective, so, in 1997, I decided to let Dos Passos show me what his technique was.

The John Dos Passos memorial website says

Dos Passos considered himself foremost a writer of contemporary chronicles. He chose the moniker of “chronicler” because he was happiest working at the edge of fiction and nonfiction.

Both genres benefited from his mastery of observation—his “camera eye”— and his sense of historical context. Dos Passos sought to ground fiction in historic detail and working-class, realistic dialogue. He invented a multimedia format of newsreels, songs, biographies, and autobiography to convey the frenzy of 20th century America’s industrialism and urbanism.

Dos Passos, incidentally, sort of fell out of favor with American literati because he stopped, unlike many of them, being a dupe of communist propaganda.

Dos Passos himself may have disagreed with my wish that more writers take up his style. In a 1918 letter, he said:

“About style—I think that reading people in order to get ‘style’ from them is rather soft-headed. Your style is like the color of your hair or the cut of your pants—half accident, half act of God—to take thought to change or improve it results usually in rank affectation.”

Raw Feed (1997): The U.S.A. Trilogy, John Dos Passos, 1930, 1960.USA

I read this trilogy — The 42nd Parallel (1930), Nineteen Nineteen (1932), and The Big Money (1936) — to get some appreciation of the style so successfully used by John Brunner and Joe Haldeman, and I found that style interesting.

I liked the Camera Eye sections – impressionistic vignettes sometimes told from the point of view of some of the characters and sometimes they seem to feature viewpoint characters never seen elsewhere in the trilogy.

The Newsreel sections were compelling, and the very best thing about the trilogy is a series of biographies of historical personages. Told in a variety of styles, a variety of tones, they sometimes approach prose-poems and are always interesting and very revealing in the large and small details of the people’s lives (cultural, political, scientific, and business figures).

These techniques, together with straight fictional prose, create, as they do in sf novels, a definite sense of place and time – here America in the first approximately 25 years of the 20th Century.

Unfortunately, while this book evokes a time and place (I was particularly interested in the accounts of labor agitation and Wilson’s Versailles negotiations), it doesn’t work as drama.

Many of the characters blurred together in my mind. (The most memorable was Charley Anderson from Fargo, and Minnesota’s Twin Cities is a setting of some of the story). All were on the make – at least in The Big Money.

Unplanned pregnancies play a major part in the plot as they probably did in the real lives of people during the time of this trilogy since artificial contraception was often illegal, and, for that reason, I probably confused the female characters more often than the male, but all the fictional characters suffered from lack of memorable distinctions.

I’m glad I read this book to examine Dos Passos’ wonderful, groundbreaking, influential style and the history I learned. However, the trilogy didn’t work as drama.


While I continue to write up new material, I thought I’d return to an associate of Philip K. Dick, K. W. Jeter.

Raw Feed (1999): Noir, K. W. Jeter, 1998.Noir

This is the first Jeter I’ve read.

I enjoyed it, but I found it an uneasy and not totally successful amalgam of satire of what some might call “corporate capitalism” — though Jeter doesn’t use the term, horror, and straight sf.

Jeter was a friend of Phillip K. Dick and wrote, in two novels, sequels to Dick’s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? and the movie Blade Runner and this friendship and work shows up here.

There is the characteristic confusion of humans and their simulacrum in the “prowlers” who evidently serve, in Jeter’s future, as risk-free sexual surrogates who gather sexual experiences in the Wedge and download into human minds.

Unlikeable protagonist McNihil (whose name, a play on nihilism, is the first clue to the satirical nature of the narrative) is, like Dick, an opera buff. German abounds, including an explanation as to the derivation of McNihil’s old job title – asp-head (a German pun on ASCAP – whose copyrights McNihil ruthlessly enforces — translated back to English). A sort of Dick-like (in the sense of a largely ignored and prolific author of paperbacks and lover of music) author and idol of McNihil shows up in Turbiner. (Jeter wryly notes that authors were particularly “mean bastards” in regard to copyrights.) Continue reading “Noir”

The Cosmic Puppets

And, with this, the PKD series ends.

Once upon a time I wrote a proper review of this, but it seems to have been swallowed by Amazon and left no trace.

So, you get my notes as a …

Raw Feed (2005): The Cosmic Puppets, Philip K. Dick, 1957.The Cosmic Puppets

An adequate and rare novel length Zoroastrianism fantasy by Dick.

The use of a Virginia milieu was interesting.

By coincidence, this book also uses the idea of buildings that are either fake or mutable in their temporal identity just like Dick’s Ubik.

I note that, even in this short of a novel, Dick seemingly couldn’t resist having a protagonist with marital troubles.


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The Collected Stories of Philip K. Dick, Volume 5: The Eye of the Sibyl

For the concluding volume in the this series on PKD short stories, you get a retro review from 2004.

Retro Review: The Collected Stories of Philip K. Dick, Volume 5: The Eye of the Sibyl, 1987.PKD 5

Like the rest of this series, this fifth and last volume has most of the material arranged chronologically. If you didn’t know that, though, you’d think this was a book of ephemera, some literary odds and ends from a has-been author, some products that fell between the cracks during a distinguished career, a book only for Dick completists.

That’s a valid and a wrong impression. These stories from 1963 to 1981 come from a time when Dick was still producing great novels or, at the very least, interestingly quirky novels. Yet many of the stories here seem departures in theme and form and skill from Dick’s earlier works and even most of his novels from those 18 years. Many have never been published before; many were published in atypical venues, and many don’t have a lot of interest for those who don’t know about Dick’s life.

That’s not to say there aren’t strong stories here.  “The Little Black Box” introduces some of the ideas, with its religion of Mercerism — technologically mediated empathy and communion without salvation, that show up in Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?. Those who see Dick as sort of a modern gnostic will find “Faith of Our Fathers” evidence of their belief. Its protagonist meets up with what seems an evil Demiurge who is masquerading as the ruler of world ascendant communism. “Not By Its Cover” is a humorous story about sentient wub pelts that insist on altering the texts of books they bind. And “Holy Quarrel” sees Dick at the top of his paranoid form as a computer repairman seeks why a military computer wants to launch a nuclear strike on Northern California. The answer may involve the sinister conspiracy of a gumball salesman. Continue reading “The Collected Stories of Philip K. Dick, Volume 5: The Eye of the Sibyl”