The New Machiavelli / H. G. Wells

Title: The New Machiavelli 

Author: H. G. Wells

Subjects: Fiction; Political

The novel's themes are politics and sex, both abiding preoccupations of the author. Biographer David Smith called The New Machiavelli, Wells's most autobiographical novel. The main character Dick Remington, has a passion for statecraft and reforming the social and political systems. But how his affair forced him to abandon his dreams is the main story.

A Modern Utopia / H. G. Wells

Title: A Modern Utopia 

Author: H. G. Wells

Subjects: Political; Fiction

The book is written more as non-fiction than fiction. In this hybrid book, H.G. Wells describes his ideal world state. Two travelers fall into a space-warp and suddenly find themselves upon a Utopian Earth controlled by a single World Government.

The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth / H. G. Wells

Title: The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth 

Author: H.G. Wells

Subjects: Classic; Science Fiction

The novel is about a group of scientists who invent a food that accelerates the growth of children and turns them into giants when they become adults. The gripping, newly relevant tale combines fast-paced entertainment with social commentary as it considers the ethics involved in genetic engineering. 

When the Sleeper Wakes / H. G. Wells

Title: When the Sleeper Wakes 

Author: Herbert George Wells 

Subjects: Classic; Science Fiction

The book is about a man who sleeps for 203 years from 1897 to 2100, and suddenly waking up in a completely transformed London. Now he has become the richest man in the world. And not just the richest man but master of the world. The future revealed to him is horror to him. Then he escaped.

The War in the Air / H. G. Wells

Title: The War in the Air 

Author: H. G. Wells

Subjects: Classic; Fiction; Science Fiction 

Wells's this works is notable for the use of the aircraft for the purpose of warfare and the coming of World War I. Actually there was no such planes in the world when this book had been written. the visions conjured by Wells were prophetic of the Second World War rather than the First one.

The Island of Doctor Moreau / H. G. Wells

Title: The Island of Doctor Moreau 

Author: H. G. Wells 

Subjects: Classic; Science Fiction 

A mad scientist creates human-like hybrid beings from animals. The novel deals with a number of philosophical themes, including pain and cruelty, moral responsibility, human identity, and human interference with nature. This book is a great masterpiece of science fiction of its own kind. It is inspiration for several movies.

The First Men In The Moon / H. G. Wells

Title: The First Men In The Moon 

Author: H. G. Wells

Subjects: Classic; Science Fiction; Fiction

It is the story of a journey to the Moon of two men, a businessman narrator, Mr. Bedford, and an eccentric scientist, Mr. Cavor. Bedford and Cavor discover that the Moon is inhabited by a sophisticated extraterrestrial civilization of insect-like creatures they call "Selenites". Like other books from Wells, this book also inspire a lot of people. 

The Invisible Man / H. G. Wells

Title: The Invisible Man 

Author: H. G. Wells

Subjects: Classic; Fiction; Science Fiction

It is a story of scientist who has devoted and invents a way to change a body's refractive index to that of air so that it neither absorbs nor reflects light and thus becomes invisible. He successfully carries out this procedure on himself and turn an invisible man, but fail to reverse it. It become an iconic character in horror fiction.

The Time Machine / H. G. Wells

Title: The Time Machine (An Invention)

Author: H. G. Wells

Subjects: Classic; fiction; Science Fiction 

The Time Machine can be read as a symbolic novel. The time machine itself can be viewed as a symbol, and there are several symbols in the narrative, including the Sphinx, flowers, and fire. Even it is a pure science fiction book but it deals with some of basic philosophical questions. So it is another must read from H. G. Wells. 

The War of the Worlds / H. G. Wells

Title: The War of the Worlds 

Author: H. G. Wells

Subjects: Classic; Fiction; Science Fiction

It is story of conflict between mankind and extra terrestrials. The novel has even influenced the work of scientists, notably Robert H. Goddard, who, inspired by the book, invented both the liquid fueled rocket and multistage rocket, which resulted in the Apollo 11 Moon landing 71 years later. It is must read for students, Science enthusiast or have innovative mind.

A Deal in Ostriches / H.G. Wells

"Talking of the prices of birds, I've seen an ostrich that cost three hundred pounds," said the Taxidermist, recalling his youth of travel. "Three hundred pounds!"

He looked at me over his spectacles. "I've seen another that was refused at four."

"No," he said, "it wasn't any fancy points. They was just plain ostriches. A little off colour, too--owing to dietary. And there wasn't any particular restriction of the demand either. You'd have thought five ostriches would have ruled cheap on an East Indiaman. But the point was, one of 'em had swallowed a diamond.

The Triumphs of a Taxidermist / H.G. Wells

Here are some of the secrets of taxidermy. They were told me by the taxidermist in a mood of elation. He told me them in the time between the first glass of whisky and the fourth, when a man is no longer cautious and yet not drunk. We sat in his den together; his library it was, his sitting and his eating-room--separated by a bead curtain, so far as the sense of sight went, from the noisome den where he plied his trade.

The Beautiful Suit / H.G. Wells

There was once a little man whose mother made him a beautiful suit of

clothes. It was green and gold, and woven so that I cannot describe how

delicate and fine it was, and there was a tie of orange fluffiness that

tied up under his chin. And the buttons in their newness shone like stars.

He was proud and pleased by his suit beyond measure, and stood before the

long looking-glass when first he put it on, so astonished and delighted

with it that he could hardly turn himself away. He wanted to wear it

everywhere, and show it to all sorts of people.

The Empire of the Ants / H.G. Wells

When Captain Gerilleau received instructions to take his new gunboat, the

_Benjamin Constant,_ to Badama on the Batemo arm of the Guaramadema

and there assist the inhabitants against a plague of ants, he suspected

the authorities of mockery. His promotion had been romantic and irregular,

the affections of a prominent Brazilian lady and the captain's liquid eyes

had played a part in the process, and the _Diario_ and _O

Futuro_ had been lamentably disrespectful in their comments. He felt he

was to give further occasion for disrespect.

A Vision of Judgment / H.G. Wells

I.

Bru-a-a-a.

I listened, not understanding.

Wa-ra-ra-ra.

"Good Lord!" said I, still only half awake. "What an infernal shindy!"

Ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra-ra Ta-ra-rra-ra.

"It's enough," said I, "to wake----" and stopped short. Where was I?

The Man Who Could Work Miracles / H.G. Wells

A PANTOUM IN PROSE.

It is doubtful whether the gift was innate. For my own part, I think it

came to him suddenly. Indeed, until he was thirty he was a sceptic, and

did not believe in miraculous powers. And here, since it is the most

convenient place, I must mention that he was a little man, and had eyes of

a hot brown, very erect red hair, a moustache with ends that he twisted

up, and freckles. His name was George McWhirter Fotheringay--not the sort

of name by any means to lead to any expectation of miracles--and he was

clerk at Gomshott's. He was greatly addicted to assertive argument. It was

while he was asserting the impossibility of miracles that he had his first

intimation of his extraordinary powers. This particular argument was being

held in the bar of the Long Dragon, and Toddy Beamish was conducting the

opposition by a monotonous but effective "So _you_ say," that drove

Mr. Fotheringay to the very limit of his patience.

The Crystal Egg / H.G. Wells

There was, until a year ago, a little and very grimy-looking shop near

Seven Dials, over which, in weather-worn yellow lettering, the name of "C.

Cave, Naturalist and Dealer in Antiquities," was inscribed. The contents

of its window were curiously variegated. They comprised some elephant

tusks and an imperfect set of chessmen, beads and weapons, a box of eyes,

two skulls of tigers and one human, several moth-eaten stuffed monkeys

(one holding a lamp), an old-fashioned cabinet, a fly-blown ostrich egg

or so, some fishing-tackle, and an extraordinarily dirty, empty glass

fish-tank. There was also, at the moment the story begins, a mass of

crystal, worked into the shape of an egg and brilliantly polished.

A Slip Under the Microscope / H.G. Wells

Outside the laboratory windows was a watery-grey fog, and within a close

warmth and the yellow light of the green-shaded gas lamps that stood two

to each table down its narrow length. On each table stood a couple of

glass jars containing the mangled vestiges of the crayfish, mussels,

frogs, and guinea-pigs upon which the students had been working, and down

the side of the room, facing the windows, were shelves bearing bleached

dissections in spirits, surmounted by a row of beautifully executed

anatomical drawings in white-wood frames and overhanging a row of cubical

lockers. All the doors of the laboratory were panelled with blackboard,

and on these were the half-erased diagrams of the previous day's work.

The Purple Pileus / H.G. Wells

Mr. Coombes was sick of life. He walked away from his unhappy home, and,

sick not only of his own existence but of everybody else's, turned aside

down Gaswork Lane to avoid the town, and, crossing the wooden bridge that

goes over the canal to Starling's Cottages, was presently alone in the

damp pine woods and out of sight and sound of human habitation. He would

stand it no longer. He repeated aloud with blasphemies unusual to him that

he would stand it no longer.

The Red Room / H.G. Wells

"I can assure you," said I, "that it will take a very tangible ghost to

frighten me." And I stood up before the fire with my glass in my hand.

"It is your own choosing," said the man with the withered arm, and glanced

at me askance.

"Eight-and-twenty years," said I, "I have lived, and never a ghost have I

seen as yet."