Until now, the only H G Wells that I had read were the far more well-known key Sci-Fi works (War of the Worlds etc) and was more or less ignorant of his other works. I am now astonished to learn what a prolific writer Wells was, producing so many and such a varied wealth of works.
The History of Mr Polly was therefore the first none Sci-Fi work of Wells that I embarked on – so many to choose from. Whilst initially being vaguely reminiscent of Wodehouse, it is easy to see why many have felt that Wells is a worthy successor to Dickens.
This story, despite the seemingly and ostensibly underwhelming nature of its main protagonist, is told so well, with such verve and such a feeling of authenticity, it is hard not to be engaged, compelled – and as with Dickens, the pages are filled, infused with so much life. That isn’t to say that this is ‘Dickens-lite’ or pseudo Dickens – more that it continues and builds upon the literary tradition in a way that is very much Wells own.
The unassuming, unambitious, unsuccessful, unaffected, unprepossessing, undecided, unaspiring, rudderless and directionless phenomenon that is Alfred Polly is told here as a Dickensian style saga, odyssey, and adventure and a history.
Polly is a great creation and this is certainly a great adventure. Having outgrown the joys of childhood and having been sent to work as a drapery apprentice, we initially meet Polly at a mid and pivotal point in his history – looking back with disdain, with disappointment at his young working and adult life to that point and looking ahead with further anticipated disappointment and entirely void of any ambition, direction or hopeful anticipation. Alfred seemingly drifts through life in somewhat of a dreamlike state, falling into/out of one stage in life to another. Polly is very much an anti-hero from the ‘ill-educated’ and struggling lower middle classes.
For all that – his list of ‘flaws’ – ambitionless, disappointment, disillusionment, lacking direction, a sense of purpose or commitment or loyalty, his very sense of morality skewed and confused – isn’t Polly ultimately all of us – an ‘everyman’ character?
Polly is very much disappointed in much of his life, but does at least ultimately come, or stumble across some sense or element of hope, happiness and serenity – this in spite of dismissing much of life as disappointing; questioning its worth and its point. This I feel is a very honest story with a strong sense of truth and authenticity prevailing throughout.
This is in a sense, a morally complex narrative and Polly is morally confused (or at the very least perplexed). Life isn’t what you expect it to be and ‘right’ very often turns out to be ‘wrong’.
Polly’s story is our story and definitely worth taking the time to read.