It occurred to me a while back that, while I like the so-called Steampunk genre, I’d never read any of the primary texts from it, just stuff ripping it off. I love Victorian sci-fi trappings, but had never read the actual books. So, thanks to the magic of Dover Thrift Editions, I’ve been plowing through these and having a ball.
I love 'em. They’re great fun. I love the elevated language, the graspings at actual science. I love the idea of people walking around on the moon in vests and top hats. They’re great stories and a lot of fun.
So far I’ve read:
The Invisible Man (H. G. Wells)
Around the World in 80 Days (Jules Verne)
First Men in the Moon (Wells)
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (R. L. Stevenson)
War of the Worlds (Wells)
The Lost World (Arthur Conan Doyle)
Island of Dr. Moreau (Wells)
20,000 Leagues Under the Sea (Verne)
and I’m currently on A Princess of Mars (Edgar Rice Burroughs). In My stack to read are still Journey to the Center of the Earth (Verne), Dracula (Bram Stoker), Frankenstein (Mary Shelley), a Cthulhu collection (H. P. Lovecraft), and The Time Machine (Wells).
(I’ve expanded a little bit beyond Victoriana, as you can see.)
I still need to get From the Earth to the Moon and The Mysterious Island (Verne). Since, with Burroughs, I’ve gone into pulp adventures as well, I also would like to get some Doc Savage and Tarzan. And whatever I can find for the character of Alain Quatermass.
It’s great fun, and I welcome any other suggestions. I had read Sherlock Holmes before (several times) and always enjoy them. (Yeah, I know that’s not sci-fi.)
As for the modern stuff, Alan Moore’s wonderful mini-series, The League of Extraodrinary Gentlemen was a big tip off on stuff to read.
This is all, in theory, source material for a role-playing game I’d like to run based on the Feng Shui system called “Steam-Fu”.
So anyway, just wanted to do a little shout out to all my Victorian homies. Even Verne, who came up with possibly the worst ending to a book since Huck Finn. I’ll pour a 40 of Absinthe on the curb for all y’all. Word, old chaps, word.