War of the Worlds

Just a few notes on this while I'm online because I just got done reading this novel by H.G. Wells (I picked it up as soon as I got done with Duma Key) and I have a few things on my mind I want to tap into the blog before I forget. **Spoiler Alert**

I have to say I really enjoyed the hell out of this little novel. Aside from being a person endowed with a formidable imagination, Wells is a solid writer. I'm a person who doesn't admire a writer by reputation or fame but by the nuts and bolts of his work. All the fame Wells has gotten over the years is well deserved in my opinion.

A few questions remain with me after having finished reading this novel this afternoon though. For instance:

1. How is it that the Martians were so advanced and yet they failed to take into account the existence and danger of microbes? This seems quite implausible and too convenient for the story's resolution -- a deus ex machina.
2. How was it possible for the narrator to be inside his home at the end and his wife to be outside and for somebody to tell her that nobody was inside? When did they check the home? Before he got there? They certainly couldn't have checked it while he was in the house. The would have seen him. If they checked the home before he got there, why did they go back to it and stand right below his window to declare that he must be "counted among the dead?"
3. Did Wells not consider such a thing as G-forces when he considered the fact the cylinders would have to be shot from a cannon on Mars with incredible stress on its fragile occupants as well as plowed into the ground on Earth with such force that such creatures as those described in the story would surely have been reduced to jelly stuck to the front interior surface of the cylinder?
4. Why was it that microbes did not exist on Mars? Did Wells assume complex forms evolved from complex forms without any existence of simpler forms -- ever? This just doesn't make sense.
5. Why did Wells ignore the fact the conquerers have historically decimated the populations of the conquered in the history of Earth with microbes they took to the conquered? Remember the smallpox-ridden blankets?

Even with these questions, I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed reading this novel and look forward to reading another of Wells' novels as soon as I'm done with what I'm reading now: Thoreau's 1862 essay, "Walking."