Surviving as a Writer in the British Empire

London outing (2)

Herbert George Wells’ novel ＜The Time Machine＞ can be said simply as a future travel version of ＜Man from Earth＞.

A scientist invented a time travel device.

He returns after exploring the future roughly around the 8,000, 400,000, and 700,000 centuries AD.

If you think it’s astral because the future is so far away… that’s right.

Since it was in the early days, there were no guidelines, so even SF writers set their own future.

In any case, the time traveler who has been caught up in the future between two types of evolved humans, chased from the earth dominated by invertebrates, and experienced extraordinary events just before the sun engulfs the earth tells the narrator and other people about what he has experienced. talk about work

But, of course, no one believes it, and only the narrator wants to hear more, but in the end, the time traveler disappears forever leaving behind a single flower brought from the future.

In the future, this book is the first hard sci-fi genre novel, and is treated as a masterpiece that has influenced numerous sci-fi genres, including ＜Back to the Future＞.

But in this era.

“It’s messy.”

said Mr. Miller at once.

Bentley, who was next to him, also nodded and said.

“It feels like the sentence is not organized. Rather than a novel to sell, I have a strong impression that I want to tell my own story. It is also inconvenient that there is no connection between the survival race until the middle and the future spectacle of the second half. After reading it, I think the second half will be easily forgotten as time passes.”

“It’s a common thing for beginner writers. The setting is on the sloppy side, and I tried to look scientific, but there was too much narrative. To be honest, there are so many explanations that it actually feels like reading a thesis.”

It’s a harsh criticism. I was embarrassed to recommend it.

Well, if it’s natural, it’s natural.

Writing is also a skill. A novel written by a rookie without that skill is inevitably immature, fledgling, and rough.

but.

“Still, is it novel?”

“······ Kheheheum!”

“Cool.”

Mr. Miller averted his eyes and Bentley cleared his throat.

Although they criticized it harshly, the proof is that they still have the copied manuscript of the time machine in their hands.

Heck, you’re harsh with your mouth, but you’re honest with your body.

It’s me, there are clichés and standardized fantasy compositions that have been cultivated in the future. But Wells has none of that.

In other words, it harmonizes the creativity of ‘a machine that moves time’ with purely scientific knowledge and imagination and in-depth consideration of mankind.

That alone is what makes these two people attractive enough to ponder.

Anyway, in this era, we have to acknowledge the novelty of the bold setting of ‘the future dominated by alternative species that evolved after the extinction of mankind’.

Of course, the downside was clear that the expertise to support the novelty was clumsy now.

Social cognition and the theory of evolution by natural selection are all studies that are still green and green to be fully integrated in academic or literary terms.

The Origin of Species was only published 30 years ago, maybe?

I was really surprised to see the first edition at Mr. Miller’s.

Even considering this, it’s not that I don’t think it’s an overly rough manuscript… but considering that it’s an original that hasn’t been polished yet, it’s not very incomprehensible.

Besides, what I saw in Korea was a translated version, so it might have been cleaner.

“Well, whether or not to sign a contract with this writer is up to the publisher. I think it’s worth trying to grow.”

“Ah, yes. It is as the author said. Thanks to you, I found a gem that I almost missed. It must have been messy in many ways because we moved.”

“I’m glad if you’re satisfied.”

I was delighted to find a rare manuscript.

Now it’s a question of the competence of Herbert George Wells. Well, that’s not my concern.

Anyway, in the future, I’m a person who succeeds by releasing masterpieces of science fiction one after another, but I’m trying to figure it out.

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Instead of.

“Well, anyway, if you have me on the stage, please send me a first edition or one. I think it could be very big.”

“ha ha ha. Are you expecting that?”

“If you are this creative, you will succeed wherever you go.”

Relic coins should be sucked up.

If it goes well, the value of the first edition that I will have will also rise, then… Whoops.

I couldn’t help but smile as I imagined the future.

“By the way, did you say the anniversary party is the day after tomorrow?”

“Ah, yes. That’s right.”

“Then Mr. Miller, wouldn’t it be good for us to show our faces in the inn soon?”

“hmm. Right.”

Even to this moment, Mr. Miller was obsessed with The Time Machine.

It’s not really a fun book. It seemed to suit Mr. Miller’s taste somehow.

“Then, writer, can we say goodbye for today and see you again tomorrow?”

“yes. You see. I’m looking forward to the party.”

“ha ha ha. Don’t worry. We will have the best chef on standby.”

That’s what I’m worried about… When Mr. Miller and I left the publishing house, we had to try hard to hide that thought.

“I don’t know what kind of dish will come out, but if it’s not as tasty as yours, I’ll have to enjoy tea time as much as possible.”

Even Mr. Miller would say something like this.

This man is also Anglo-Saxon, but he hates British food, perhaps because he is from America.

After complaining about the British cuisine, we got into a carriage and quickly crossed over to the Westend.

What stands out as you slowly move west through the carriage window is, of course, high quality.

Trees have begun to increase noticeably, and the feeling of smog is also reduced.

Places famous mainly in the Premier League, such as Chelsea, Fulham and West Ham, pass by as signs in front of my eyes.

The neat streets are much brighter in color.

Even the smell that stung my nose until just now had gotten better. Theaters that perform plays and musicals in each district were showing pride as a cultural street.

The atmosphere has calmed down, but you can feel the elegance.

Just looking at it, I could tell that it was a neighborhood full of ‘La Belle Époque.’

I said with sincere admiration.

“It’s a nice place.”

“Does it look like that? I prefer the beautiful nature of Toki.”

That’s because Mr. Miller is a natural gold spoon.

It was a common occurrence in Korea that gold spoons, who stood at the pinnacle of civilization, got tired of these things and went to visit the local nature.

I thought I earned quite a bit, but I’m still a long way from being rich, seeing as this one is better.

As I thought so, the carriage stopped in front of the jagged buildings in front of me.

“Here, get off.”

“All right.”

The place Mr. Miller pointed to was a typical Victorian townhouse.

The appearance of the buildings filling the space closely and densely attached to each other so that not a single gap can be seen seems as if they were built with Lego blocks.

Why, when watching the movie, doesn’t number 12 appear as the gap between 11 and 13 in the residential area next to the plaza opens?

That’s just the impression. It looks a lot cleaner and more luxurious, but…

Anyway, living in a place like this would be nice to get lost in. No, would it be easier to find thanks to the number?

“Mr. Miller, after we’ve finished packing, can we take a walk around for a bit?”

“Hmm, do you plan to visit?”

“Because I came all the way here.”

Mr. Miller’s eyes flickered for a moment.

I also knew roughly what was going on.

Again, this is 19th century England.

But that doesn’t mean I’m no Madge or Monty, and I can’t hang out with Mr. Miller all the time.

“I am fine.”

“You know that it’s not something that can be solved just because you’re okay, right?”

“If the other person says it’s not okay, will I stay still?”

Mr. Miller burst out laughing. It seems that you remembered that my temperament is not normal.

You can’t work as a writer if your mentality is so weak that you’re going to burst into trouble in the first place. Especially in Korea.

I said with a small smile.

“Didn’t I tell you before? Since then, I have served in the military for two years. Once you taste Taekwondo, you won’t be able to come to your senses.”

“aha. You mean the one that fell backwards while showing it to Monty?”

“No, at that time the floor was slippery… how difficult it is to kick a turn.”

“hahahaha, I see. okay. But be very careful. A few years ago, there were many heinous incidents in London.”

Eventually, Mr. Miller allowed me to go out with a nice ivory pistol. You’re not even a kid, but you’re really overprotective.

So, how was the scenery of London’s West End that I had been touring this far?

“Isn’t there a big difference from 150 years later?”

Of course, as there is no such thing as a display board, it is clear that it is less luxurious. But what should I say, the impression of the street itself felt by the building itself?

That’s certainly not much different, even though it’s from 150 years ago.

It means that the city of London has completed many things in the time of Queen Victoria.

In other words, what I saw is a city that has grown old after staying for 150 years, and what I am seeing now is a charming cultural city that is in full swing.

That’s why it’s bound to be attractive. After all, a city is a living thing.

At some point, I slowly moved my feet while observing the scenery of the West End.

growl-

“······I’m hungry.”

A natural sound rang out.

Come to think of it, I couldn’t eat anything after I left. I should have eaten something…

I looked around to see if there was any place to eat in moderation.

What caught my eye was none other than a pub.

“Come to think of it, today is Sunday.”

It’s strange to say “before”, but anyway, when I came to London, the only thing I could eat was the Sunday meal. So it was Sunday roast.

A special Sunday-only meal of well-done roast beef topped with gravy and Yorkshire pudding.

OK, let’s do that this time. As soon as I made up my mind, I opened the door and went in.

kiik-

Unlike the somewhat shabby door, the inside was quite tidy.

The neatly polished tables and chairs gave off a friendly feeling with a clean impression, and the atmosphere of a classic pub was felt from the subtle maroon walls.

especially Sunday evening. It’s definitely a popular place, seeing as there are so many guests that there’s only one table left even though it’s family meal time.

Good find.

“Hello.”

As soon as I enter, my eyes are immediately drawn to this direction. But I didn’t care and went inside.

After all, pubs are fast food places. After ordering at the counter and receiving a drink, sit in a suitable seat and eat your own food.

So you don’t have to worry about other guests.

I went to the corner seat at the end of the bar I had seen earlier and sat down.

“A beer and a Sunday roast.”

“It’s full.”

“yes?”

What are you talking about?

I stared blankly at the face of the bald shopkeeper, who answered bluntly.

It’s definitely that crowded, but I came in after confirming that this seat was empty, so it’s full?

what? Is this the famous racism? There’s no food to feed you, what?

‘Should I shoot, Master?’

That was when the pistol in my arms whispered.

“It’s okay, Jim. You can have a joint.”

Before I knew it, a gentleman with a sharp mustache under sharp eyes was walking in front of the counter.

joint? Just when I was puzzled, the gentleman tipped his bowler hat and said,

“Sorry, usually that seat is reserved for me. It seems Jim cared for nothing.”

“aha.”

I nodded. Then there is nothing you can do

“Then wouldn’t it be a nuisance for me to sit together?”

“Originally, I was going to come with my family, but something happened, so I came alone. It’s a pity for Jim to leave the table empty when there are many customers. Jim, what did I always order and… what did I say here?”

“Oh, beer and Sunday roast.”

“Let it be.”

oh wow, that’s cool Looking at the gentleman, I involuntarily thought so. Aren’t you a gentleman with manners that you only see in real movies?

“Instead, there are conditions.”

“yes? condition?”

“Well, it’s nothing.”

He stared at me with those sharp eyes and said.

“I would like to hear some of your stories. A young man from afar.”