I had an
idea bubbling slowly in the back of my head that Jules Verne is the grandfather
of entertaining sci-fi (fraternal side) whereas H.G. Wells is the grandfather
of the maternal, soft side. Joachim at
Science Fiction and Other Suspect Ruminations has rightfully taken me to task on the puissance of the idea,
forcing me to adapt it: Verne may be the grandfather of hard sf. Where Wells displays focus on social,
political, and humanist aspects, Verne often integrates wild plots into info
dumps and extrapolation on science. This
is not to say Verne was not a humanitarian, as obviously he was, only that the
content of his novels is more abstract.
One of the strongest reasons backing my burgeoning idea is Verne’s 1870
classic 20,000 Leagues under the Sea. The story of a man made prisoner aboard a marvelously advanced submarine, the adventure he’s taken on, and the knowledge
imparted during, are certainly some of the first explorations of the unknown
using the tools of science fiction. It
is undoubtedly hard sf 19th century style.
20,000 Leagues under the Sea is the story of the
French biologist Pierre Aronmax. Tasked
with helping an American ship locate and capture an immense and elusive sea
animal that has damaged one of the British Queen’s prize vessels, what they
come upon is not a beast but the most advanced water craft the world has seen,
the Nautilus. Electrical engines powering the luxurious
ship, its captain, the mysterious Captain Nemo, proves even more dynamic. Dark, brooding, and driven by demons none can
see, he is reluctant to take Aronmax onboard, and does so only on the condition
that Aronmax and his two colleagues, the faithful valet Confeil and Canadian
harpoonist Ned Land, never leave the Nautilus
as long as they live. The wonders of the
sea unveiled before their eyes thereafter, it takes the three time to begin
coming to terms with the idea the remainder of their lives will be spent aboard
the mighty submarine, and when they do, the wonders are only beginning.
Part
adventure, part infotainment, and all an expression of a writer’s joy in marine
biology, 20,000 Leagues under the Sea
is a love affair in concrete terms. One
of his voyages extraordinaire, Verne
seeks to educate and entertain with facts and encounters of the magnificent and
bizarre. The wonders of the sea are
revealed in episodes featuring the group diving, traipsing the ocean floor,
hunting underwater, and visiting some of the most remote places on the globe,
while the mystery of Nemo and his purpose aboard the Nautilus drive the main narrative to its shadowy conclusion. The facts may be old news to modern readers,
but even after one and half centuries there is still a fire of pleasure in its
imparting as Aronmax, Nemo, and the Nautilus
traverse those 20,000 leagues around the Earth’s waters.
It would
be remiss not to mention one of the dichotomies of the novel: it’s oscillation
between dark and light. There are
humorous moments, both intentional and unintentional. I couldn’t help but laugh imagining the
ultimate nerd—err, gentleman—puffing cigars and drinking brandy in the Nautilus’ extensive library, reading
Kant after a day exploring an underwater cemetery. There are also moments of 19
th century geeking out:
“You know the
composition of sea water? Chloride of
sodium forms a notable proportion of it.
Now it is the sodium I extract from sea-water, and of which I compose my
ingredients. Mixed with mercury it takes
the place of zinc for the voltaic pile.
The mercury is never exhausted; only the sodium is consumed, and the sea
itself gives me that. Besides, the
electric power of the sodium piles is double that of zinc ones.”
“I clearly
understand, captain, the convenience of sodium in the…”
But for
all the talk of chemistry, zoology, ship displacement, plant geni, geography,
dimensions of various objects, etc., the personality of Nemo smolders just on
the outside. His past a secret, Aronmax
continually witnesses the man participating in some activity for which there is
no obvious explanation. Moreover, there
are moments when the captain’s calm façade is broken by the most powerful
emotions, the cliff into violence not far away.
And indeed the ending bears the idea out. I will not write more, but suffice to say the
climactic scene is a fitting and unpredictable conclusion to the steady diet of
episodes to that point, and is a reason the novel is one of Verne’s best.
In the
end, 20,000 Leagues under the Sea is
a science fiction classic that remains as readable today as when it was
written, and, in some way, has had a deep influence on genre fiction. China Mieville’s The Scar, Arthur C. Clarke’s The
Deep Range, Peter Watts Starfish
series—none would be where they were it not for Verne’s novel—perhaps even
Jacques Cousteau, the venerable French marine biologist, himself. This influence extending beyond mere setting,
I think the embedding of hard science in an adventurous exploration of the
unknown has had an even wider influence on the genre. But I will leave that discussion for another
day.
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