Devil take the hindmost
John
Sutherland
- Shadows of the Future: H.G. Wells, Science
Fiction and Prophecy by Patrick Parrinder
Liverpool, 170 pp, £25.00, July 1995, ISBN 0 85323 439 6 - The History of Mr Wells by Michael Foot
Doubleday, 318 pp, £20.00, October 1995, ISBN 0 385 40366 6 - A Modern Utopia by H.G. Wells,
edited by Krishan Kumar
Everyman, 271 pp, £5.99, November 1994, ISBN 0 460 87498 5
London Review
of Books - Vol 17, No. 24m 14 December
1995, p. 18-19
Among other certain
things (death, taxes etc) is the rule that no work of science fiction will ever
win the Booker Prize – not even the joke 1890s version. H.G. Wells’s The Time Machine had no
chance against ‘literary’ authors like Hardy and Conrad. In the twenty-five
years it has been running, no SF title, as I recall, has even been shortlisted
for Martyn Goff’s real thing. In 1940, T.S. Eliot struck the recurrent
establishment note when he labelled Wells a ‘popular entertainer’.(Dickens was
stigmatised with the same term by F.R. Leavis in The Great Tradition.) Patrick Parrinder has
been opposing such anti-Wellsian prejudice for the best part of a quarter of a
century. His opposition takes the form of scholarly works which patiently mount
the case for critical respect. Parrinder’s contributions include the Critical Heritage volume
(1972), a study of Wells’s composition methods, H.G. Wells under Revision (1990, co-edited
with Christopher Rolfe), and the reissue of Wells’s scientific romances
currently appearing under the World’s Classics imprint. (For copyright reasons
– Wells having died in 1946 – this series will probably only be available in
America.) Parrinder’s more theoretical interventions include Science Fiction, Its Criticism and
Teaching (1980), a work which places Wells as ‘the pivotal figure
in the evolution of the scientific romance into modern science fiction’.
Shadows of the Future (a title which plays with the equivocal initials ‘SF’) is Parrinder’s
most forceful critical plea so far for the importance of Wells. He begins by
staking a claim for The Time
Machine as ‘one of the Prophetic Books of the 19th century’, a work
which ‘casts its own shadow over futurity’. In fact, two claims are made: one
for Wells as a prophet novelist, the other for prophetic fiction (PF?) as a
significant literary genre. Parrinder’s own discursive method, as he tells us,
is modelled on the Time Traveller’s – a series of ever further ranging
intellectual explorations. Wells is praised as the Edward Gibbon of his day,
and he is also celebrated for writing parodic fiction of Bakhtinian subtlety
whose designs are indistinguishable from the current hypotheses of theoretical
physicists like Kip Thorne and Stephen Hawking. Parrinder’s chapters take the
form of free-wheeling meditations on Wellsian topoi – ‘Possibilities of Space and Time’,
‘The Fall of Empires’, ‘Utopia and Meta-Utopia’. In Part Two of Shadows of the Future, he
branches out into ‘Wells’s Legacy’ – which he takes to be the whole corpus of
20th-century British and American science fiction. There is a wealth of
massively informed insight in the book, but more impressive – and more
convincing – is the high seriousness with which Parrinder approaches his
subject.
There are, however,
three problems in joining Parrinder on his high critical road to a full
rehabilitation of Wells. The first is Parrinder’s advocacy of the early
scientific romances (the only works by Wells which have currency nowadays) as
‘prophecy’. A prophet wanting to communicate his forecasts to mankind might
engrave them on stone tablets; he might buy billboard space in Leicester Square
or an advertisement on Sky Television; the last thing he would do would be to
wrap his prophecies up in popular science fiction – a genre which ranks in
cultural authority with the fortune cookie and the cracker motto. A second problem
is SF’s appalling record in accurately predicting scientific discoveries and
future events. After the usual genuflections (‘Wells foresaw the future wars
and anticipated the weapons of war, notably the aeroplane, the tank and the
atomic bomb’) any comparison of, say, The
War in the Air with what actually happened aeronautically in the
world wars, or The First Men
in the Moon with Cape Canaveral in 1969, reveals how wildly wrong
science fiction invariably is. Nostradamus, Old Moore and Mystic Meg have SF
beat every time. (Parrinder sportingly quotes against himself Fredric Jameson’s
paradox that science fiction’s role in life is ‘to demonstrate and to dramatise
our incapacity to imagine the future’.) The third, and most intractable,
problem is the non-fiction prophecy which Wells wrote in the early 20th
century, during the period when he felt he was outgrowing scientific romance,
and put novels like The Time
Machine away as childish things. It is an embarrassment for
Wellsians that the master should so disvalue what his admirers, and posterity
generally, have seen as his masterwork.
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