“Why are these things permitted? What sins have we done?
The morning service was over, I was walking through the roads, and then –fire, earthquake, death! As if it were Sodom and Gomorrah!”
The curate makes a reference to the bible, concerning “Sodom” and “Gomorrah”. Both were cities believed to have been destroyed by God because of their sins. But he can see none. The curate asks what wrong-doing has brought this upon his town, Weybridge. It becomes clear that the church has been destroyed, and once again the curate asks why – this has affected him mentally to great extent. The destruction of the church is an image portrayed by H.G. Wells to highlight the possible collapse of organised religion. The curator exclaims:
“This must be the beginning of the end!” (interrupting)
“The end! The great and terrible day of the Lord!”
“When men shall call upon the mountains and rocks to fall upon them and hide them – hide them from the face of Him that sitteth upon the throne!”
The narrator tries to calm the curate down and says:
“Be a man. You are scared out of your wits. What good is religion if it collapses at calamity? Think of what earthquakes and floods, wars and volcanoes, have done before men. Do you think God has exempted Weybridge! He is not an insurance agent, man!”
The narrator is attempting to take control of the situation, and questioning the true depth of the curate’s religious beliefs. The narrator explains that people/humanity and religion have both survived other disasters. And so we realise that it is the narrator rather than the curate, with all his religious teachings who feels there is still hope.
“You must keep your head! There is still hope”
The curate has a very self-centred view of what is happening and cannot believe it is happening to him in his hometown of Weybridge. These could be the views of devoutly religious people in this situation, and Wells has conveyed them through the bewildered curate. In the times of 1898, all of the middle class community and above were regular church goers, and would see the breakdown of the curate in the story as blasphemous. The curate cannot find any ‘answers’ himself even when he looks to his faith. The curate refers to the tripods as “God’s ministers”, and from my research this suggests that he supposes that the tripods are in fact possibly working with God – the curate touches on this idea, and religion punishing the world, later on in the book.
In contrast, in book 2, chapter 7, we realise that despite the narrator’s lack of respect for organised religion he has an inner, private belief in God.
“In the silence of the night, with the sense of the nearness of God, that sometimes comes into the stillness and darkness…”
And perhaps this inner personal belief is what enables the narrator to express an idea that there is still hope despite witnessing the destruction of Weybridge.
In book two, chapter 4, paragraph 5, both the narrator and the curate are stuck in the ruins of a house beneath a ‘falling star’. The curate is now goes insane after he is confined for so long, he starts exclaiming:
“It is just O God! It is just. One me and mine be the punishment laid. We have sinned, we have fallen short. There was poverty, sorrow; the poor were trodden in the dust and I held my peace. I preached acceptable folly – my God, what folly! – when I should have stood up, though I died for it, and called upon them to repent – repent! . . . Oppressors of the poor and needy . . . The wine-press of God!”
The curate is claiming that he should have seen something like this coming, as there was so much wrong in the world he lived in. He is blaming himself for not having told people that something bad would happen if these problems were not sorted out. Through this speech, Wells is really expressing the failure of organised religion and showing how ineffectual the character of the curate really is. His irritant nature, loss of sanity and constant “frothy” repentance for his “vacant sham of God’s service” have all led to the curate’s panicky, raising voice.
“I have been still for too long, and now must bear my witnesses. Woe unto this unfaithful city! Woe! woe! Woe! woe! woe! to the inhabitants of the earth by reason of the other voices of the trumpet –” The curate.
“Shut up!” “For God’s sake –” The narrator
“Nay, Speak! The word of the Lord is upon me!” The curate
Ironically this is not the moment for the curate to decide that the word of the Lord is upon him as by raising his voice he is endangering both the narrator and himself. The narrator is pushed to the limit and in attempt to quiet the curate, knocks him out with the butt of the meat cleaver. The martian’s tentacle then retrieves the curate form the pantry floor, and is taken away, presumably killed. This incident reinforces Well’s belief in Darwin’s evolution theory involving natural selection and survival of the fittest rather than survival through organised religion.
However, in book 2, chapter 7, paragraph 2, we realise that the narrator has an inner private belief in God. He is mulling over past events; the curate “heedless of my thirst”, the disappearance of the martians, and the possible fate of his wife. He, feeling and seeing the absence of life in the country, days after he was stranded with the curate, claims that this is the one time he has felt some what closer to or the presence of God:
“In the silence of night, with that sense of the nearness of God that sometimes comes into the stillness and the darkness, I stood my trial, my only trial for that moment of wrath and fear.”
The narrator is clearly stating that it was only for that moment while he felt like the last survivor, scared and lost, alone that he had this feeling.
At times Wells is questioning organised religion, (particularly through the character and words of the curate) and asking whether or not these devout high church beliefs would save mankind from disaster. The curate had a big impact on the narrator throughout the book, with his persistent misunderstanding, and constantly turning to his faith for answers which were not forthcoming. On the other hand, the narrator does have a personal belief in God though he doesn’t expect to understand all events because of it. Towards the end of the book when it becomes apparent that bacteria killed the martians, the narrator (Wells) refers to it as:
“one of the humblest things that were placed on earth by God, in all his wisdom.”
And when the narrator thinks of the people who will return, and living normal lives again he says:
“At the thought I extended my hands towards the sky and began thanking God.”
In conclusion I would say that Wells uses the character of the curate to convey his disdainful view of organised religion and the journey of the narrator to express a personal belief in God, despite his obvious interest in contradictory scientific teachings and evolution theories.