Tomorrow’s Eve is an almost impressively bad book. You shouldn’t read it, so here is a summary of the entire book so that you don’t have to:
Thomas Edison: I’m a great inventor, the public doesn’t know a tenth of my inventions or discoveries. Oh, here is my friend who supported me when I was in poverty, why do you look so poorly Lord Ewald?
Ewald: I’m in love with a woman named Alicia who’s really hot, but a complete bitch. At first I thought she was just pretending to be a complete bitch, but then I realized she really is a complete bitch.
Edison: Why don’t you break up with her then?
Ewald: You don’t get it, she’s really, really hot. Also people in my family only fall in love once.
Edison: Are you sure she has no redeeming personality traits?
Ewald: Yeah. She doesn’t like the mountains or Wagner, and she’s not that interested in art. Like I said, complete bitch. Anyway, just dropped in to say goodbye and now I’m going to go kill myself.
Edison: You’ve convinced me, friend, to do something I’ve been planning on for a while now: I’m going to build you a sexbot that looks just like the woman you’re in love with.
Ewald: Won’t that be super weird?
Edison: No, trust me, “[s]he will be a thousand times more identical to herself…than she is in her own person,” whatever that means. The sexbot will function through electricity and [scientific gobbledygook].
Ewald: Well, okay then.
Edison: Great, I’ll send for the woman. Now let’s go to my secret chamber deep underground, filled with robot birds and artificial flowers, where I keep my prototype sexbot.
Ewald: What motivated you to create a prototype sexbot?
Edison: I had a friend, just the best guy, who cheated on his loving wife a bunch of times, lost the money of a bunch of people that invested with him, then killed himself. I tracked down the slut that seduced him and ruined his life and, just as I suspected, she was actually ugly but wore a lot of makeup. That’s when I designed this sexbot. If we open it up, we can see it operates by [more scientific gobbledygook]. In the end the sexbot will look identical to Alicia, we’ll even knock out Alicia with a drug of my own design so that a dentist can make a copy of her teeth. Oh, she’s arrived! Let’s go back up.
Alicia: Hello Ewald, who is this guy?
Edison: I’m Thomas Edison.
Alicia: Am I supposed to know who that is?
Edison: I’m a music and theater producer that can make you famous.
Alicia: Absolutely delighted to meet you!
Edison: I’ll give you a stage debut, but we’ll need to make a statue of you first.
Alicia: If you say so.
Edison: Great. Just to be sure you’ll cooperate, I’ve also hypnotized you.
Over the course of three weeks, while keeping Alicia hypnotized, Edison builds the sexbot.
Ewald: Is it ready, Edison?
Sexbot: Speak to me first Ewald. I’m going to behave completely differently than Alicia, but we look enough alike that I’ve successfully tricked you into thinking I’m her. But I’m not!
Ewald: Damn you for tricking me, Edison, I’ll kill you! Wait, no I won’t, this sexbot is amazing!
Sexbot: Blah blah blah incoherent rambling about the infinite. Don’t listen to reason, I’m real!
Ewald: You’re not real!
Sexbot: Oh, cruel rejection, I’m leaving.
Ewald: Wait, don’t go, I accept you now!
Edison: So you’ll take it? Great, let me just box it up for you. Oh, quick FYI, this sexbot has been imbued with the (vengeful?) spirit of the ex-wife of the friend who killed himself I mentioned earlier. So have fun with that.
On the way back to Europe Ewald’s ship catches fire and the sexbot is lost, and Ewald probably kills himself.
That’s all the action that happens in this book, but the text is stretched to well over two hundred pages through some of the worst writing you can imagine. This isn’t actually a novel, but rather a closet drama, with characters constantly monologuing for pages at a time. These monologues are oftentimes packed full of nonsensical jargon, as l'Isle-Adam knew nothing of science but still wrote a book with Thomas Edison as a main character. It’s obvious that the entirety of this book originated from l'Isle-Adam having heard that Thomas Edison’s nickname was “the Wizard of Menlo Park” and deciding, based on that nickname, to write a story where Edison is essentially an actual wizard, capable of doing anything. As such, l'Isle-Adam has Edison go on for pages and pages about how the sexbot moves using quicksilver, electricity, and magnets, despite l'Isle-Adam having no idea what he’s talking about. Even when Edison isn’t rambling, some other character is, and no semblance of narrative momentum survives the morass of these constant overlong monologues.
Even if the writing style wasn’t so terrible, the content still would be. You may think I’m exaggerating in my summary about how bad the views expressed in this book are, but I’m really not, at most I’m paraphrasing sentiments that are even worse. Here’s an actual line in the book: “word began to circulate that Edison had sent in haste for the excellent Doctor Samuelson, D.D.S., and the famous W. Pejor, the preferred dentist of American high society, a practitioner famous alike for the delicacy and solidity of his bridgework, and for an innocent tendency to rape his patients.” Is the line meant as a joke? If so, it’s not funny in the slightest, and made worse be the fact that, at the time of the line, Edison has already announced his plan to drug Alicia and leave her unconscious with the dentist in order to produce the sexbot’s teeth. There’s also an entire monologue about how loose women are closer to animals than people, so men can do with them what they want. The whole damn book is just packed with disgusting ideas, outdated and offensive even at the time the book was written. In case the summary didn’t communicate it, the characters do nothing to redeem the story, as they are all completely one-dimensional and not at all sympathetic.
Credit where credit is due, the early pages of Tomorrow’s Eve do express some interesting thoughts about the invention of the phonograph. The ability to record sound has been around for so long that we consider it commonplace, and there are none alive who can remember what it was like before the technology existed, but when the technology was first introduced it was seen as miraculous and magical. Tomorrow’s Eve captures a bit of that sentiment, which I appreciated, but this small virtue does little to redeem the work as a whole.
I often like old examples of science fiction, as they tend to tackle topics in ways that are surprisingly fresh given the age of the works. This is not the case with Tomorrow’s Eve. It’s unoriginal, exploring a science fiction topic covered earlier and more interestingly by Mary Shelley in Frankenstein. It’s terribly written and not at all enjoyable to read, speeches stretching out what should have been a novella into a 250-page slog. It’s not predictive of the future at all, l'Isle-Adam essentially having all of Edison’s inventions either be magic or be improved versions of some piece of technology that existed contemporaneously. It’s frankly offensive in both the action it depicts and the sentiments it expresses. It somehow manages to get worse and worse as it goes on. It’s certainly the worst book I’ve read this year, and very likely the worst book I’ve read in the last three years or more. Even its cover is nonsensical and terrible. It should never have been translated to English, but should have been allowed to remain in obscurity until it was eventually forgotten completely and lost to the sands of time forever. I recommend it to no one, and give it the lowest possible rating.