
Any SF fan will have a subject they can be borderline obsessive over. Not for me the Doctor Who's, the Star Warses and all the rest of it. For me its always been The War Of The Worlds, from the rather dodgy record adaptation of the mid 60's, through being scared witless by the Pal film, the word perfect recital of the Jeff Wayne album and the toleration of the many comic, film and prose adaptations. So, join me in a prolonged amble through my thoughts on this most classic of SF tales.
Monday, 15 February 2016
Er... anyone still out there?
Dunno if you are, but i'll type away just in case there's at least one.
Been a LONG time away, a combination of other hobby and interests taking over, me moving more into Facebook for journal posts like these, and most recently Instagram.
But i'm back now and, with talk of a new BBC series based on the book, i'm sure there will be more in the way of posts from me soon.
To tide you over, have this really rather bizarre Correa illustration, which i'm guessing shows the narrator having a nightmare while down in that cellar - how else do you explain the Martians sitting around him and the Parson and, what is that? a Tripod blueprint? Or another vision tormenting him?
