"In spite of the opinions of certain narrow-minded people, who would shut up the human race upon this globe, as within some magic circle which it must never outstep, we shall one day travel to the moon, the planets, and the stars, with the same facility, rapidity, and certainty as we now make the voyage from Liverpool to New York!"
--from FROM THE EARTH TO THE MOON (1865) by Jules Verne
Jules Verne’s most beloved novels are gathered here in one hardcover volume: three thrilling tales of fabulous journeys under, through, and around the earth. Verne was one of the great pioneers of science fiction. Born in France in 1828, he wrote brilliantly about space, air, and underwater travel long before airplanes and space ships had been invented, and he is still one of the most widely read internationally of all science-fiction writers. But beyond charting new territory for adventurous fiction, his creations have entered our culture and taken on the magnitude and vitality of myth. It is hard to imagine anyone who has not heard of Captain Nemo and his giant submarine exploring the ruins of Atlantis in Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, Phileas Fogg’s frantic race around the world by every means of transportation in Round the World in Eighty Days, and the harrowing descent through a volcanic crater to underground caverns where prehistoric creatures roam in Journey to the Center of the Earth. These stories have seized the imaginations of readers for generations and are as vivid and exciting now as when their author first imagined traveling beyond the bounds of the possible. Translated by Henry Frith. READ an excerpt here: http://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/220285/three-novels-by-jules-verne-introduction-by-tim-farrant/
" a pesar de las opiniones de cierta gente de mente estrecha, que se la raza humana en este globo, como dentro de un círculo mágico que nunca debe outstep, vamos a viajar un día a la luna, los planetas, y las estrellas , con la misma facilidad, rapidez y certeza a medida que ahora hacemos el viaje desde Liverpool a nueva york!"
-- desde la tierra a la luna (1865) por Jules Verne
Las novelas más queridas de Julio Verne se reunieron aquí en un volumen de tapa dura: tres emocionantes cuentos de viajes fabulosos bajo, a través y alrededor de la tierra. Verne fue uno de los grandes pioneros de la ciencia ficción. Nacido en Francia en 1828, escribió brillantemente sobre el espacio, el aire y los viajes submarinos mucho antes de que se aviones y naves espaciales, y sigue siendo uno de los más ampliamente leídos internacionalmente de todos los escritores de ciencia ficción. Pero más allá de trazar el nuevo territorio para la ficción aventurera, sus creaciones han entrado en nuestra cultura y han tomado la magnitud y la vitalidad del mito. Es difícil imaginar a alguien que no haya oído hablar del Capitán Nemo y su submarino gigante explorando las ruinas de Atlantis en veinte mil leguas bajo el mar, la frenética carrera de Phileas Fogg en todo el mundo por todos los medios de transporte en todo el mundo en ochenta días, y el descenso desgarradora a través de un cráter volcánico a las cavernas subterráneas donde las criaturas prehistórico recorren el camino hacia el centro de la tierra. Estas historias han aprovechado la imaginación de los lectores durante generaciones y son tan vívido y emocionantes ahora como cuando su autor imaginó por primera vez viajar más allá de los límites de lo posible. Traducido por Henry Frith. Lee un extracto aquí: http://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/220285/three-novels-by-jules-verne-introduction-by-tim-farrant/
Excerpted from the Introduction
We all ‘know’ Jules Verne – or at least, we think we do. Anyone who has ever thrilled to the exploits of a round-the-world yachtsman, or a jungle explorer, or an astronaut; anyone who has been transfixed by a mountaineer, by a deep-sea diver, by a Jacques Cousteau or a David Attenborough, in some sense‘knows’ Verne, for without him it is difficult to imagine that we would be quite as alive to the excitement of exploration, adventure and discovery, that we would get quite the same fix from the new. The novels presented here, Journey to the Centre of the Earth, Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea and Round the World in Eighty Days are three key texts from the pivotal phase of his career: beginning with his first major success, Five Weeks
in a Balloon (1863), and The Adventures of Captain Hatteras (1864), the first of the Extraordinary Journeys, the defining series of his work; and ending with the outstanding triumph of Round the World in Eighty Days and the consecration of the Extraordinary Journeys by the French Academy in 1872. In the meantime Verne had acquired the Legion of Honour, and a fishing-boat – the first of three ever more pretentious vessels on which he would write and sail to destinations as various as Gravesend and the Mediterranean. In 1867 the first English translation of his fiction had appeared – From the Earth to the Moon, in the New York Weekly Magazine. From1873 he would go global, publishing a run of outstandingly popular novels – including The Mysterious Island, Michel Strogoff, The Steam House, Robur the Conqueror, Propellor Island, An Antarctic Mystery and Master of the World (the last before his death in 1905) – and multiple stage adaptations of his work. Verne is, according to UNESCO, still one of the world’s most translated writers (behind Walt Disney Productions and Agatha Christie, but ahead of Shakespeare and Enid Blyton). The present renderings, first published in 1876 and 1879, can give some impression of how Verne’s earliest English readers
Two things found Verne’s career: trade and travel. Born in 1828, of a lawyer father and a minor-noble mother, into a family of ship-owners and merchants in the busy maritime city of Nantes, Verne himself was sent to Paris to study law. But, like many another young man of the period, and, spurred on by another repentant lawyer, Alexandre Dumas, he turned to the theatre in his twenties, writing a number of moderately successful – if insufficiently lucrative – plays, an operetta, and several stories. In 1857 he would marry and begin a seven-year (if unsuccessful) career as a stockbroker, and, between 1859 and 1861, make his first major journeys abroad (to England and Scotland, then Norway and Denmark, followed by major trips to Liverpool and the States in 1867, to Algiers in ’78, to Scotland again in ’79, to Copenhagen in ’81, to Rome in ’84). But it was his 1862 meeting with Pierre-Jules Hetzel which really transformed his fortunes. Hetzel, the Republican publisher of some of the major writers of his age, among them Balzac, Hugo and George Sand, would follow the first success of Five Weeks in a Balloon with the myriad fictions of the Extraordinary Journeys (fifty-four novels, in eighty-two volumes, plus some twenty-five stories) over more than forty years. Of nineteenth-century literary enterprises, only Balzac’s ninety-six-work Human Comedy (another Hetzel publication) can rival it; Zola’s twenty Rougon-Macquart novels (1871–93) seem modest alongside.
Hetzel was central in determining what (and how) Verne wrote; his left-leaning, improving, pedagogic influence is ubiquitous. But it would be absurd to reduce Verne to Hetzel: there are also other dialogues, of imagination and reality, mobility or displacement and stasis, which probably had their origins in Nantes. Verne, like another Breton (and relation by marriage), Chateaubriand, grew up with the sea in his blood. Aged eleven, he allegedly attempted to run away to sea to India, before being caught and promising henceforth to travel only in his dreams. The tension between the armchair and adventure, between security and possibility, lies at the heart of Verne, as of his age – an age of scientific, technical, industrial, colonial expansion, but also questioning and reverie. The two threads are evident from his first stories, written in the 1850s, A Drama in the Air, A Winter amid the Ice and Master Zacharias. They nod to earlier speculative adventure writing (such as de Bergerac’s 1657 Journey to the Moon), but also to the contemporary vogue for Hoffmann and Germanic fantasy. They typically feature an eccentric technical genius, like previous tales of frenzied artisans and artists – Hoffmann’s Master Martin the Cooper and The Trill, Balzac’s Master Cornelius (1831) – but also like Verne’s imminent
novels. France/Germany, imagination/reality: this dual inheritance is significant, revealing something fundamental both to Verne and to what would be called, somewhat inaptly, his science fiction: a whimsy appealing to something prospective, curious, enquiring, in Verne’s (and many another contemporary reader’s) mind, tempered by a supposedly Teutonic literalism, a countervailing strain of practicality, of artisan craft and technical potential, of excitement at what human ingenuity could achieve.
The twin threads of fancy and practicality are embodied in the two significant works he wrote aged twenty-five, Five Weeks in a Balloon and Paris in the Twentieth Century. Five Weeks in a Balloon bears the trademarks of what Timothy Unwin has more appropriately dubbed Verne’s ‘science-in-fiction’. It takes a known technical reality, balloon travel (then being demonstrated by Verne’s friend, the great photographer Nadar), and makes it extraordinary, placing it in the realm of fantasy, in a journey preternaturally impossible, because headed west against insuperable winds. Yet because we begin with the familiar, we believe. Taking the familiar and pushing it is a recurrent ploy of Verne’s – firing the gentlemen of the Gun Club from a cannon, led by Nadar anagrammatically present as Ardan in From the Earth to the Moon (1865); imagining a steam-driven elephant (The Steam House, 1880), or an electro-mechanically powered island (Propellor Island, 1895). Verne segues from the real to the unbelievable, to the strange but seemingly true. This is the opposite of the uncanny: the strange is made familiar, rather than the familiar, strange. Paris in the Twentieth Century, conversely, his next offering to Hetzel after Five Weeks in a Balloon, reads perhaps as the uncanny, Verne’s imagining of a world we (but in many ways also Verne’s contemporaries) would recognize, with mass-culture, long-distance communication, metros, electric lighting, fax, and cars: technologically advanced but also totalitarian, philistine, materialistic. Such candour would have sunk him; Hetzel, indeed, refused it, its vision being doubtless too dystopically off-message. Verne’s Twentieth Century would not appear until 1994, by which time it was almost historical.
Five Weeks in a Balloon and Paris in the Twentieth Century thus represent two currents in Verne’s production – optimism, technology, the forward-looking on the one hand, and on the other a recurrent undertow of apprehension about mankind’s ability to handle its own inventions. But to these two currents must be added a third: a new, thing-based world of modernity and alienation, the realm, indeed, of what we now call science fiction, conceived, if not completely realized, in Paris in the Twentieth Century. Science fiction had been somewhat anticipated by the Goncourt brothers, themselves apostles of a fastidious realism, who had noted, in 1856, after reading Edgar Allan Poe,
a new literary world, the signs of the literature of the twentieth century. The scientific miraculous, the fable via AòB; a sickly, lucid literature. No more poetry: imagination by analysis, blow by blow [ . . . ] Something monomaniacal – Things with more role than people; love giving way to deductions and other sources of ideas, phrases, tales and interest; the basis of the novel transported from the heart to the head and from passion to the idea, from drama to its solution.
But when Verne writes on Poe in 1864, he observes something the Goncourts pass over: not technology, but the human elements in Poe’s fictions. Where Ann Radcliffe uses the ‘genre terrible, always explained by natural causes’, and Hoffmann a ‘pure fantastic, which no physical reason can explain’, Poe’s characters are, in contrast, possible, Verne says, and
eminently human, though endowedwith an overexcited, supra-nervous sensibility, exceptional individuals who are galvanized, so to speak, like people breathing air with extra oxygen, whose life were but an active combustion. Though not mad, Poe’s characters are doomed to go mad by abusing their brain as others abuse strong liquour; they push the spirit of reflection and deduction to its limit; they are themost awe-inspiring analysts I know who, beginning from an insignificant fact, reach the absolute truth.
This appraisal contains the template of Verne’s great novels, and of what might be called his human science: a fusing of myth and the real; a new, modern, awestruck apprehension of the man-made and the natural; a dream – yet sometimes nightmare – of the possibilities of mankind, technology and the sublime.
Our first such novel is Journey to the Centre of the Earth (1864). It begins with the enthusiastic return of the narrator’s uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, to his home on a precisely indicated date, 24 May 1863, with an exciting new discovery. We do not find out what the discovery is until the second chapter, for the first is taken up with an account of Lidenbrock’s eccentricity, and the firm establishment of this protagonist as a mad scientist, a stuttering, Hoffmannesque, imperious egomaniac. The first chapters lead us circuitously to the novel’s core, the journey. That journey is triggered by Lidenbrock’s purchase of a runic manuscript, which he gradually deciphers; an echo, perhaps, of Champollion’s 1822 elucidation of the Rosetta stone, but also a recollection of the more distant fictional past of a sixteenth-century scholar and alchemist, Saknussemm (chapter III), who interpreted the manuscript and made the journey to the centre of the earth, entering via an Icelandic volcano. Saknussemm, decoded by Lidenbrock, places the reader on the familiar if unsettling ground of the Faustian pact characterized by Goethe’s drama (translated by Nerval in 1827), but also of alchemy and the quest for the absolute explored in Balzac’s eponymous novel of 1834, itself about a fictional sixteenthcentury Flemish alchemist, Balthasar Clae¨s. But Lidenbrock, unlike Clae¨s, is ultimately successful, and both pedagogic and edifying: Lidenbrock’s reading of the runes (chapter II) is but the first of many episodes in which the learned professor will lecture and educate his nephew, and the reader, about a succession of subjects, from cryptograms to geology, to zoology, and the history of the earth, freighting his explanations with footnotes (though also assuming a wide vocabulary), his seriousness redeemed only by the fact that he is German, stutters, and is thus supposedly a figure of fun. He is an early example of a role which would become fundamental to the formation of nineteenth-century French identity: the teacher.
It is that target of Second-Empire, and later Third-Republic, pedagogy, the citizen, who is at the heart of Journey to the Centre of the Earth. If Lidenbrock is mocked, at the outset, because of his egotistically subjective lectures (chapter I), such selfobsessed and disorganized idiosyncrasy is but the obverse of the
infinitely more ordered education which Axel, and the reader, will receive. The whole odyssey, which actually never reaches the earth’s centre, combines recurrently Poesque claustrophobia with a remarkable amount of subterranean actual and mental headroom, and develops from that point of subjectivity which is the reader – whether the savant represented in many of Verne’s novels, and here by Professor Lidenbrock – or the real
live recipients of the fiction, you and I. It is in the reader’s imagination that the journey ultimately occurs. This geo-historical itinerary is as much a journey around books (indeed, chapter XXXVIII compares dinosaur fossils to a library devised for Lidenbrock’s personal satisfaction) – not just Hoffmann and his French emulators in the jocular, indulgent picture of the German scientist cum artisan-artist, but also Poe, the major inspiration for the journey’s confinements and inertia, in particular via the below-decks scenes from The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym (1838), to which Verne would produce a sequel, An Antarctic Mystery, in 1897.
It is digression, however, which constitutes the novel’s fundamental essence. Its linear drives towards the centre, towards knowledge, are counterpointed by redeeming divagations, relieving what might otherwise be a relentless (and potentially tedious) stress on progress by an enlivening, at times almost vaudevillian humour and caprice. Many dangers, obstacles actual and potential, are faced and overcome: the storm on the Valkyia (chapter IX); the ascent of Mount Sna¨ffell (chapter XV); the descent into the crater (chapter XVII); exhaustion of the explorers’ water supplies (chapter XIX). This uncertain itinerary of advances and set-backs, breakthroughs, mistakes and dead-ends, mimics the very business of discovery and disappointment: science, as Lidenbrock remarks, is made of mistakes which are worth making (chapter XXXI); the journey is very far from being as straightforward as a notional descent along the earth’s plain radius might lead us to expect. The expedition which begins with an unremarkable railway journey from Kiel, and heads via Copenhagen and Iceland to end in the Mediterranean, via a spectacularly life-threatening ejection from a volcano (chapter XLIV) is measured by misadventure.
Yet over-spanning all is the novel’s generic fundamental, romance. Mentioned in the exposition but tangential for most of its length is Lidenbrock’s god-daughter, Gra¨uben, whom thenarrator loves and will eventually marry. For most of the time, she is scandalously absent (as women generally are in Verne): present only, like Lidenbrock’s servant Martha, as the domestic and/or spouse she ultimately becomes. Just as the narrative takes us from the ordinary to the extraordinary, so it also leads us via incredible adventures back to the familiar, and marriage, at its end. The ploy by which the unbelievable is made plausible is the report of Lidenbrock’s explorations in ‘the leading journals’ (chapter XLVI): the press, ostensibly the ultimate benchmark of veracity, provides, with the novel’s opening date, the framing grains of truth. Yet the leitmotif of madness running throughout the novel is ultimately overturned: Lidenbrock’s compass, which has led them astray, is revealed to have done so not because it has gone ‘mad’, but because it was remagnetized in their final ejection from the earth. It is an elegant reversal: north is south, and south is north; the rational is insane, and, by implication, the fictional real. The scientist’s ‘madness’ is finally validated by the rational; the extraordinary journey by its supposed corroboration in the press; in a vertiginous self-mirroring in the last chapter, the novel even circulates under its own title, within its own fictional world. Writing acts to validate the ‘real’, but also teases about its very nature, status and existence.
Excerpted from Three Novels by Jules Verne. Copyright © 2013 by Tim Farrant. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.