John Lymington (1911–1983)

Published in 1960, this would make a good 90 min. TV space-invasion movie. Small town on a small British island. You never confront the aliens and you don't know their particulars, but you do know that they are slowiy raising the Earth's temperature and inspiring much instinctive soul searching amongst the locals. And an ending similar to "The War of the Worlds". The tension comes from not knowing what/when/where/why....and the heat. It' a quick and mildly entertaining treat.

This is my second book by John Lymington. I have a third, "The Giant Stumbles" but I will not bother. His books are just bad.
I believe it would help if I was an Englishman of the 1960s but perhaps not. In full disclosure I am an American whom has lived in England for 15 years and I do appreciate that the themes of his writing are/were appealing to a segment the English populace. I doubt his brand of SF had any success on the American side of the pond in the 1960s.

This book is the typical show more neighborhood gossip, trash that titillated the bored 1960s English housewife. The man rides the train to work. His childless wife, which shares his little semi-detached house, is unhappy, running away and suspects he is gay. The Neighbor wives want affairs and if the man says no then he must be gay. Just throw in an a world wide disaster and you get a John Lymington SF book. show less

The last twenty pages are science fiction, they rest is soap opera.

Lots of incredible flashbacks to something like 1000 million years and back again as our main character waits for the past to catch up to now (and perhaps crash the party).