The Young HG Wells review – the shape of things to come
Nov 02, 2021
3 minutes
It was a transformation as outlandish as anything in his fiction. In late Victorian Kent, Herbert George Wells was a shopkeeper’s sickly son threatening to kill himself if he couldn’t study science rather than fester in a hated apprenticeship. By the 1900s, not yet 40 and already with a string of future sci-fi classics to his name (, , ), he was en route to global stardom, hobnobbing at the White House and settling into life as a Jaeger-suited serial shagger who, 5ft 8in on his tiptoes, bedded a roll call of contemporary literary talent, from Dorothy of .
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