I am, once again, here to sing praises of the prose! "Shivered to fragments" is such a specific sensory description -- the Thing didn't land with a loud booming explosion, it didn't crush everything beneath it to powder, it *shivered* the world until it shattered like glass but so, so quiet, and now the ground is covered in shards we don't even know are there until we step on their sharp edges -- AHGH
Also, Ogilvy running *toward* the danger because his first instinct is to help 🥹 I'm increasingly concerned about his survival...
At the time, Wells' writing was considered merely passable by many reviewers because it lacked the flowery flourishes of his contemporaries. Today, those contemporary books are unreadable, while Wells' work is as clear as ever.
I am, once again, here to sing praises of the prose! "Shivered to fragments" is such a specific sensory description -- the Thing didn't land with a loud booming explosion, it didn't crush everything beneath it to powder, it *shivered* the world until it shattered like glass but so, so quiet, and now the ground is covered in shards we don't even know are there until we step on their sharp edges -- AHGH
Also, Ogilvy running *toward* the danger because his first instinct is to help 🥹 I'm increasingly concerned about his survival...
At the time, Wells' writing was considered merely passable by many reviewers because it lacked the flowery flourishes of his contemporaries. Today, those contemporary books are unreadable, while Wells' work is as clear as ever.
Absolutely! The language is clear but still packs a punch in all the right places. Flowery language here would mute the impact (at *best*)
I liked the chapter and Orson scared the sit out of millions of people.