I see no point in reviewing HG Wells' novel here. It is a classic, much better than either of the filmed adaptations and you should read it. This review is of the audiobook edition.
Scott Brick has a good reputation in the field of narrating audiobooks. In general when he keeps to his own soft californian vocal style the result is often pleasing.
Here however he is way off the mark.
For some inexplicable reason Brick decides to narrate the whole work in an outrageous accent that I guess he thinks sounds like British but only if you went to the Dick van Dyke school of elocution. The result is a cartoon-like pastiche of what Americans think British people talk like which is not only ugly to listen to but - as a Brit myself - quite frankly, insulting. Even if you can get past the ludicrous pronounciation, the delivery is mannered and melodramatic, sounding more like a foppish eighteenth century aristocrat than an Edwardian engineer. This time traveller sounds like he is going to pluck a perfumed lace hankie from his sleeve before swooning rather than crack some morlock skulls with an iron bar. If Brick had kept to his relaxed but articulate Santa Barbara drawl the effect would have been much more acceptable than this travesty. If you cant do accents and get them 100% right then dont even attempt it.
Oh, and its lu-BOR-a-tree not LAB-ratry. Get it right.