I first read this H.G. Well’s classic novella in the 8th grade as a reading assignment. I thought it was sort of good, you know, the stuff of homework that wasn’t so bad. I was in my twenties the first time I paid attention to James Whale’s 1933 film The Invisible Man and I thought it was the stupidest thing ever! Years later, I watched it again and I loved it. It isn’t stupid, it’s just that some parts are intentionally funny.
Likewise, I revisited the novella in my later years. I enjoyed it more than I did as a pubescent young lad, but still, it doesn’t compare to the enjoyment of watching a pair of pants skip down the road while a disembodied voice sings “Here we go gathering nuts in May!”
I have not yet seen the highly recommended recent Invisible Man film. I am looking forward to watching that one soon.
Again, I haven’t read the book (why should I even be responding?), but how could anyone ever put it better than: “…it doesn’t compare to the enjoyment of watching a pair of pants skip down the road while a disembodied voice sings ‘Here we go gathering nuts in May!'”