The War of the Worlds; H.G. Wells
Catching up on my classic science fiction. War of the Worlds tells the story of a Martian invasion, where our not-so-friendly neighbors attempt to take over the Earth. They wreak havoc on England, destroying cities and people in an attempt to claim our world as their own.
This book is really good. I honestly expected some cheesy alien-invasion tale, but it’s not. The Martians are more technologically advanced than humans, using contraptions that are far beyond the earthlings’ knowledge. It’s all a sort of role reversal. The men from Mars are the superior race, while humans are likened to that of ants. We’re aware that ants have colonies and little lives of their own, but we have no qualms about destroying their homes or squishing ants beneath our feet. And with the Martian walking contraptions being nearly one hundred feet high, that is exactly what they did.
It makes you question humanity, and consider our place on the food chain. Or, rather, consider those beings below us. What if the roles were reversed? What if humans weren’t the most intelligent beings?
We follow our unnamed narrator as he runs for his survival, and witness his interactions with the few people he finds along the way. As with any major disaster, it brings out the true human nature—which one will risk himself to save others? Who is only out to save himself? And, when all is said and done, how do we work together to fix the mess that has been made?
Or can we?