It can take a long time to form a fair opinion of any given writer, and this can be hampered by their established reputation. When I first starting exploring the works of H.G. Wells I focused on his widely-acclaimed classics: "The Time Machine" and "The War of the Worlds" and "The Invisible Man" and such. Having found these sufficiently intriguing and well-written, I decided -- as is my wont -- to read his entire oeuvre, or at least as much of it as I could get my hands on and find the time for. (I should note that I have many authors on my "read everything by" list, and I rotate through them, so I may read a book by any given one of them only once or twice per year.)
In the case of Wells, while I can appreciate his facility with language and his ability to spin a captivating yarn, something seemed vaguely amiss. This first cropped up when I found a used copy of "In the Days of the Comet." Although I found Wells' socialist allegory provocative and entertaining, if exhibiting the naivety of its era, it was tinged by a wisp of anti-Semitism. As a Jewish reader, this jumped out at me, but I chose, at the time, to ignore it, and hoped that it was simply an isolated anomaly in the author's work.
As I started to read his short fiction and other early works, however, a similar whiff of racism was palpable from time to time. This was, naturally, disturbing, especially coming from an author whose work is purported to have informed the U.N.'s Universal Declaration of Human Rights, and who is often cited as a champion of equal rights for all. It is remarkable to me, especially after reading the present work, that no mention is ever made of Wells' unabashed bigotry in so many major sources, including, for example, his entry in Wikipedia. This smacks of whitewashing.
As to "The Stolen Bacillus and Other Incidents," a collection of short fiction first published in 1895, it exhibits all of the author's worst qualities under a single roof. It is not simply his incessant use of the N-word which is so disconcerting, but the context in which Wells clearly delineates POC -- all POC -- as inferior beings. Indeed, the very final story in this collection goes so far as to make the case that murdering a Chinese person is not a sin on the order of murdering a European would be: "The life of a Chinaman is scarcely sacred like a European's." Elsewhere, the author's penchant for anti-Semitism is also in evidence.
Wells exemplifies the wickedness, the monstrousness, the pure evils of imperialism, a deep and shameful crime which is all too often hidden under a thin veneer of British/European refinement and so-called sophistication. He labors under the white man's burden, and has the gall to expect our sympathy for his efforts.
Has Wells written some of the foundational classics of science fiction? Yes. Can he craft a compelling and engaging tale? Obviously. Is his use of the English language adept, insightful, and engaging? Of course. But should his books be read?
I believe that there are rare instances in which the work of an artist should, rightly, be reevaluated in the light of their actions and beliefs. Recent examples of this include Bill Cosby and Michael Jackson, both of whose bodies of work are irreparably stained such that there remain very few who would defend it. And while there will be those who argue that if we are to throw Wells under the proverbial bus, we should do likewise with Twain, based on his use of the N-word, I will concede that that is a point worth examining, but a point to be examined on another day and at another time. As to Wells, I can assure you that this is most certainly the very last book of his which I will read. And if anyone should ask me, henceforth, what my opinion of his work is, I'll tell them the simple, unadorned truth: It is the competent, but by no means essential, work of an ugly and recalcitrant racist.