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goblin_reaper's review
5.0
“And the moth circled closer and closer until at last its velvet wings just brushed his lips…”
Another short story. Another extraordinary writing. I don't know what I was expecting when I picked up this story to read. After H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine, it never crossed my mind to read another one of his works. I honestly regret that now; I wouldn't have missed out on all of those years of brilliant writing. The author has penned this story so well. Narrated by an unnamed third person, the little fable shows, in total, just two characters– "the little man" and his mother. The mother makes a beautiful suit of green and gold for him. A suit is woven so perfectly, delicately, and finely (well, according to the narrator) that "the little man" finds himself enthralled by it. So enthralled that his intense desire to wear it and, further, his happiness takes a sudden turn. It never fails to surprise me how such little stories can contain exceptional twists. I was confused about how that happened and my mind was blank for a few seconds, not yet registered the shock. After I went over the previous lines, it made complete sense to me– akin to a dam bursting open to let the facts and thoughts flow. "The little man" is a character whom I, at least assume, simply to be a boy living with his mother. It was the only deduction that would explain his almost childish want to wear the suit without any barriers. Though I did wonder how immersed he was in his emotions that he failed to recognise the "moth" for what it actually was.
The poetic lines in the story put me in a floaty mood (yes, I just made that up). They were kind of enchanting in a way, almost soothing. If you find more reviews on Wells’ books in the future, feel free to blame his particular one.
Another short story. Another extraordinary writing. I don't know what I was expecting when I picked up this story to read. After H.G. Wells’ The Time Machine, it never crossed my mind to read another one of his works. I honestly regret that now; I wouldn't have missed out on all of those years of brilliant writing. The author has penned this story so well. Narrated by an unnamed third person, the little fable shows, in total, just two characters– "the little man" and his mother. The mother makes a beautiful suit of green and gold for him. A suit is woven so perfectly, delicately, and finely (well, according to the narrator) that "the little man" finds himself enthralled by it. So enthralled that his intense desire to wear it and, further, his happiness takes a sudden turn. It never fails to surprise me how such little stories can contain exceptional twists. I was confused about how that happened and my mind was blank for a few seconds, not yet registered the shock. After I went over the previous lines, it made complete sense to me– akin to a dam bursting open to let the facts and thoughts flow. "The little man" is a character whom I, at least assume, simply to be a boy living with his mother. It was the only deduction that would explain his almost childish want to wear the suit without any barriers. Though I did wonder how immersed he was in his emotions that he failed to recognise the "moth" for what it actually was.
The poetic lines in the story put me in a floaty mood (yes, I just made that up). They were kind of enchanting in a way, almost soothing. If you find more reviews on Wells’ books in the future, feel free to blame his particular one.
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