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...Wellsian telescope on Mars might have detected human congestion in the U. S. Capital that morning. Some 600,000 people, many of them standing on peach baskets, walled the royal route from Union Station, past the Capitol, down Pennsylvania Avenue to the White House. The 32nd President of the United States was at the station. Mr. Roosevelt said: "At last I greet you." King George VI said: "Mr. President, it is indeed a pleasure for Her Majesty and myself to be here...
Many a young English novel today is obsessed with the fear of war, Fascism, Communism, Democracy's collapse, neurosis. Allegorical figures of Fascism, Communism, Democracy wrestle semi-essay-istically, through Wellsian plots, with a hero nebulous enough to squeeze at last into some sort of mystical bomb shelter. Such novels seem curiously at odds with the authors' vigorous personal activities-mountain climbing, travel, hiking, sports...
...HOLY TERROR-H. G. Wells-Simon & Schuster ($2.75). Most of H. G. Wells's 80 books have pictured the shape of things to come; if nobody knows what the future holds, it is not his fault. In The Holy Terror he sees the same old Wellsian future: the final World War, a world dictatorship, and at last, off in the misty distance, the World State. Many an oldster bores mankind about the past; in The Holy Terror, Wells manages to be dull about things that have not even happened...
...good idea, but a slight story, The Thought-Reading Machine combines Wellsian fantasy and well-buttered Gallic irony, makes a pleasantly mild addition to the literature of Let-Your-Mind-Alone...
...author chose the faintly ridiculous, wildly improbable newt as the subject of his extravaganza must remain a mystery. Why he ends the book so indeterminately is easier to answer: he found he had bitten off more in the way of Wellsian fantasy than he could chew. Through the rest of the book, however, he does give about as copious a working-out of the satiric possibilities of his theme as could possibly be wished for, and while in some parts of this the creaking of the Capek brain is depressingly almost audible, in others-particularly those dealing with the grave...