What’s a proper English gentleman to do when faced with the end of the world? Why, commence tea time, of course, because nothing settles the spirit, mind, and body quite like a nice hot cup of Earl Grey with a dash of milk, no sugar, please, in the face of global destruction.
Professor Challenger, the brilliant albeit arrogant scientist who hypothesized---and proved---that dinosaurs still exist deep in the jungles of South America in Arthur Conan Doyle’s “The Lost World”, returns in the sequel, “The Poison Belt”, in which he theorizes that the gas cloud emissions of a passing comet will envelop the Earth and kill every man, woman, child, and beast in its poisonous ether. He is right, of course.
It begins with reports of British colonies on the other side of the world “going dark” with mysterious communications black-outs and terrifying reports of people, en masse, fainting into oblivion. Challenger predicts that it will be mere days before the poisonous gas belt strikes London, killing everyone where they stand.
Challenger and his companions---pressman Edward Malone, adventurer John Roxton, and scientific rival/friend Professor Summerlee---along with his wife and servants all gather at his summer home in the countryside. It is there that they wait out the end, locked in a tea-room which has been safeguarded with protective shielding and several tanks of oxygen, in the hopes of perhaps outlasting the gas cloud or merely prolonging their lives for a few more hours.
In the meantime---tea!
It is difficult to describe the weirdness of this novel. Written in 1913, the novel is essentially one of the first true science fiction global disaster novels (H.G. Wells preceded him with a world-wide catastrophe in his classic 1898 novel “The War of the Worlds”), which probably helped inspire other now-classic sci-fi disaster novels such as Philip Wylie and Edwin Balmer’s 1933 “When Worlds Collide” about a rogue planet on a collision course with Earth.
Unlike Wells’s or Wylie/Balmer’s novels, “The Poison Belt” is relatively staid in comparison. Indeed, a majority of the novel takes place in a single room of a country house in Sussex. The characters literally drink copious amounts of tea while lamenting the end of the world around them. It is almost laughably silly and humorous.
Except it’s not. (Well, not totally.) Doyle’s end of the world reminds me, in a creepy and truly unsettling way, of the oft-quoted line from T.S. Eliot’s poem “Hollow Men”: “This is the way the world ends/ Not with a bang but a whimper.”
It actually strikes me as completely reasonable and believable that Victorian-era Brits would face the untimely end of humanity in the exact same way that Challenger and his companions do. There is something utterly human and endearing about it.
Despite the ridiculousness of the science involved (keep in mind that this was based on a very real public fear of comets and their newly-discovered tails of gas and debris), one can quite easily suspend one’s 21st-century disbelief and feel the terror that these characters feel. There is even a scene near the end when Challenger and his companions walk outside and investigate the nearby towns, seeing the thousands of lifeless bodies of not only humans but birds, deer, foxes, dogs, cats, etc. scattered across the ground to the horizon, listening to the eerie silence. It is actually a truly disturbing scene.
Of course, Doyle doesn’t end the novel on a completely hopeless note. There is the relieving and inevitable happy ending, which shouldn’t strike any astute reader as a spoiler since Doyle wrote several more sequels after this one.