Original title: Voyage au centre de la Terre
Original language: French
Translation to English by: Frederick Amadeus Malleson, 1877
Page count: 211
The back says: The intrepid Professor Liedenbrock embarks upon the strangest expedition of the nineteenth century: a journey down an extinct Icelandic volcano to the Earth's very core. In his quest to penetrate the planet's primordial secrets, the geologist - together with his quaking nephew Axel and their devoted guide, Hans - discovers an astonishing subterranean menagerie of prehistoric proportions. Verne's imaginative tale is at once the ultimate science fiction adventure and a reflection on the perfectibility of human understanding and the psychology of the questor.
I say: Wow.
I have waited far too long to read this, and yet did not wait long enough because it bored me to tears. There are no words to describe how desperately I wanted this to come to an end as soon as they had descended down the volcano, which is when I surprisingly lost all interest. Too many detailed descriptions of the different types of stones and whatever scientist of the age had researched before. And the sad thing is that it started out very captivating with Alex solving the puzzle of the manuscript and them setting off to Iceland.
I just could not muster up enough interest in the story because the prose was so distractingly awful. Perhaps it is this particular translation, perhaps I do not care for Verne... Who knows?
So yeah, 1/5 because ugh.