Tono-Bungay

Tono- Bungay (Original Title: Tono- Bungay ) is a utopian novel published in 1909 with socially critical background of the British writer HG Wells.

Action

The uncle of the narrator states in his village pharmacy a miracle cure called Tono - Bungay ago, which should help against anything and everything, but actually does nothing. Through clever and lurid advertising in a big way, taking advantage of the then most modern facilities, the preparation will be a best seller and makes its inventor George Ponderevo rich. He starts with his ability to juggle, buys and sells whole Firmenimperien and speculation on a large scale. The total transactions, however, are financed with foreign money, loans, bills and stock options. When the bubble burst, plunging the world into an economic crisis. Ponderevo flees to the creditors with the invented just by his nephew dirigible balloon to France and died in a village on the Bay of Biscay.

Effect

The author foresees the global economic crisis of 1929 with rare clarity. In the novel, criticism is leveled against the nobility and clergy, but also socialist " talkers " whose activities are lost in literalism. The plot is, despite some lengths, surprisingly modern, it takes the impact of unchecked capitalism anticipate and brings to mind some passages of the argument on the occasion locusts debate in the German Bundestag. As regards the life of the narrator, the novel is also autobiographical, Wells himself was an apprentice pharmacist in a small town, his mother housekeeper in a mansion.

"Civilization is only possible through faith, as is the fact that we put our money to the bank and go unarmed through the streets. The bank reserves or organizing entertaining policeman in a mass crowd are an impudent bluff. The related expectations could not be met for a moment, if only a quarter would be demanded of them. The whole of modern investment activity from the stuff of which dreams are made. A lot of people sweats and toils, great railway networks emerging cities rise up to the sky, mines are opened, trading firms are eager operate ships cruising the Sea, countries are colonized and the busy, toiling world float the rich financiers, control all, all enjoy, trust and confidence creating that all welds together a while resisting subliminally anchored Brotherhood.. . The flags fluttering, the amount applauds the legislative bodies come together. But I find sometimes that all this busy civilization now is not really much different than a swelling, increasingly thin bubble of promises. And I find that their arithmetic, their final destination is as unhealthy, their dividend so inconsiderate as unclear that maybe everything personal on some of his [ the uncle of the narrator ] Civil drifting alarmingly similar. "