The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and a driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking from Bramblehurst railway station and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coach and Horses more dead than alive, and flung his portmanteau down. ‘A fire,’ he cried, ‘in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!’ He stamped and shook the snow from off himself in the bar, and followed Mrs Hall into her guest parlour to strike his bargain. And with that much introduction, that and a couple of sovereigns flung upon the table, he took up his quarters in the inn.
Thus arrives, in the unsuspecting village of Iping in West Sussex, a brilliant but unhinged scientist, who will stop at nothing to pursue his aims, no matter the innocent lives he ruins in the process.
These days, the mad scientist’s ruthless pursuit of his (usually equally mad) scheme is a trope of fiction so well-worn as to have become a cliché. But in 1897, in the hands of the Father of Science Fiction, it was a new and terrifying plot. Indeed, Wells’ depiction of The Invisible Man has clearly resonated down the generations, having been filmed countless times in countless guises for cinema and television, and made *ahem* appearances in other media – most notably Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill’s The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.
About Darren NashI'm Digital Publisher at Gollancz, responsible for the SF Gateway and SF Masterworks. Digitally, I can be found here, on Twitter at @SFGateway (officially) and @thenashmeister (unofficially). In meat space, I operate from a secret base inside a dormant volcano, on a remote pacific island that - mysteriously - doesn't appear on any official maps. Possibly. View all posts by Darren Nash → This entry was posted in Authors, Masterworks, New Releases and tagged authors, H G Wells, new releases, sf masterworks. Bookmark the permalink.
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