Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horror. Show all posts

Friday, 15 August 2025

"Basilisk" by Matt Wixey


Purporting to have been sent as an attachment to an anonymised email, the narrative is interspersed with comments from 'Holly Soames' who appears to be a law enforcement officer. The main story, told by protagonist Alex Webster, describes how she and her friend and colleague Jay Morton, both pentesters (computer hackers who are hired to seek out the vulnerabilities in a computer system in order that the hiring company can put safeguards into place), start playing a computer game in which they have to answer puzzles set by a shadowy character called The Helmsman; each puzzle solved is rewarded with a chapter of The Helmsman Texts - part autobiography, part philosophical treatise - the final chapter of which will be the basilisk, a cognitive hack which may drive a person insane.

The Helmsman Texts interrupt the novel narrative. To some extent it feels as if the purpose of the book was to present the philosophy in a way that a reader of horror, or speculative fiction, would tolerate. The first chapter considered Plato's Allegory of the Cave, the second described a cockroach invasion and discussed the possibilities of subliminal influencing, the fourth suggested that things such as religion and language could be considered a virus and the fifth promises the basilisk. We are never given the final chapter. The Texts include email chains, bibliographies, and playlets; the author has certainly been innovative. There's even a cryptic crossword (as a connoisseur I was a little disappointed in this). 

It's fundamentally an attempt to update the horror novel (A long slow river leading to Kurtz.”; Ch 9) to the world of the internet. This was, for me, where it was weakest. The opposition, referred to only by a blanked out piece of text, were strange people with huge fixed smiles, half religious missionaries, half 'Men in black' clones. Their fundamental mission is for people to be happy which meant persuading them to stop playing the Helmsman's game, if necessary by killing them. Of course Alex and Jay, addicted to curiosity - rather like the teenagers in a horror film who, one by one, go down into the cellar - ignore the warnings. Much is made of the allegory of Eve plucking the fruit of the tree of knowledge.

The epigram is "ceci n'est pas un livre", French for 'this is not a book', a play on the famous Magritte painting of a pipe with the caption 'ceci n'est pas une pipe'. Presumably this is an example of the type of cognitive hack mentioned in the Helmsman Texts; the idea that if you can subvert a person's understanding of reality, you will drive them mad.

A book for someone who likes puzzles. Plot and style are much more important than character. It reminded me very much of another book which it quotes several times: Godel, Escher, Bach by Douglas Hoftstadter.

I learned a great deal about hacking, including too many initials. I also realised, I think, why the Helmsman was called the Helmsman, something neither Jay not Alex seemed to fathom. The ancient Greek word for helmsman, or navigator, is κυβερνήτης, transliterated as kŭbernḗtēs, from which we derive the word 'cyber', cybernetics having been originally a science studying systems and their control.

Selected quotes:
  • On learning that we are being fucked, three questions present themselves: What am I being fucked by? Who is responsible for the fucking? And can I ameliorate the situation so that I am fucked as minimally as possible, and ideally not at all.” (Ch 1)
  • To be a hacker is to dance to hidden tunes ... It is to rewrite the song and repurpose the instruments. make a piano sound like a guitar; disguise a vuvuzela as a clarinet to get it past security; redesign a flute so that it produces the flatulent bellow of a tuba. All because we can.” (Ch 2)
  • There is precious little good fiction which concerns itself with hacking.” (Ch 4)
  • A significant amount of human effort ... is spent attempting to control the minds of others.” (The Helmsman Texts chapter 3)
  • The argument that religion is a virus has been made before ... It is often hereditary, but also transmitted through friends and acquaintances. It causes marked and bizarre changes in behaviour, including, but not limited to: changes in diet; an inability to consider certain things rationally; a sometimes fanatical adherence to arbitrary codes of morality; the mutilation of children's genitals; an irrational hatred of people infected by a slightly different strain; and, in its most extreme forms, violence, murder, and suicide.” (The Helmsman Texts chapter 3)
  • Convincing a person to cause significant harm to themselves or others is difficult ... Cassius uses astroturfing to convince Brutus to assassinate Caesar .... Lady Macbeth plays to Macbeth’s ambition to persuade him to kill Duncan ... Satan uses ‘perswasive words, impegn’d with Reason’ to convince Eve to consume the fruit of the tree of knowledge.” (The Helmsman Texts chapter 3)
  • Human behaviour can be drastically altered as a consequence of ingesting new knowledge.” (The Helmsman Texts chapter 3)
  • I find myself thinking whether there are ever glitches in reality, strange loops that repeat like records skipping forever. Little pockets of time that replay constantly while the world moves around them.” (Ch 7)
  • I've often thought that Otto is the human equivalent of vanilla - that if you cut him he would bleed beige, and it would congeal to look and smell like cold Ready Brek.” (Ch 7)
  • If we were to be arrested for our thoughtcrimes the overwhelming majority of the human race would be in handcuffs.” (Ch 7)
  • Thought experiments ... have changed the world, particularly in the field of physics (Einstein chasing a beam of light; Newton’s cannonball, etc)" (The Helmsman Texts chapter 4)
  • How we all fall! Slowly and then all at once!” (The Helmsman Texts chapter 5)
  • The world is a cacophony of noise, and deep underneath the waves is the occasional signal. Only a few penetrate. The world screams in your face, all the time, desperate for your attention and love!! Most of the time we give our attention to the things that scream the loudest.” (The Helmsman Texts chapter 5)
August 2025; 
Published in July 2025 by Titan Books, London



This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God





Saturday, 16 April 2022

"Sk1nn3r" by Nathan Jones

Set in Bristol, the book opens with a murder. We then scoot forward thirty-four years, into the future, and meet our protagonist Dayne, a very ordinary person working for the health services but in his spare time writing  a book about four serial killers in Bristol, the latest being Sk1nn3r, who flays a part of each victim. As Dayne develops his thesis that the killers, each of whom has a theme, are part of a cabal, his researches bring him closer to an inevitable clash with Sk1nn3r himself.

It is a very dark theme, made even darker by the graphic descriptions of the horrors Sk1nn3r inflicts upon his victims. In response, the whole mood of the book is unremittingly sombre. The near-future setting is one in which the technological advances, mostly very probable, have made the world an even bleaker place. The protagonist suffers from multiple problems including severe intestinal problems and bipolar disorder exacerbated by seasonal affective disorder. He finds it difficult to make friends and is plagued at work by an unsympathetic boss. He's a very ordinary little man, with no superpowers or special skills and this makes the story hugely realistic, even when the Batman-like villain is a reclusive billionaire with special abilities, a secret lair, android servants, and access to futuristic technology. It also makes the ending portion of the book, when Dayne spirals down into drug abuse and paranoid madness, compelling.

The book is a fascinating fusion of horror and scifi, with a dash of thriller for added spice. We are introduced to the dystopian setting bit by bit, as is natural, rather than all at once. Consistent with the theme of the book, and with the condition of the protagonist, this is a dark and forbidding place, and I welcomed the few moments of humour as glimpses of a rainbow in a stormy sky.  It is the product of an author whose skills have improved even beyond his great debut novel, Travelling Without Moving.

Selected quotes:

  • "If you’re going to join an exclusive club, it would be wise to get to know the other members first." (Sunday, 1st March   2015)
  • "Smart fella, empathetic to the pathetic." (Thirty-four years later.)
  • "I wrote a novel a few years ago. Put my heart and soul into it and not a single bugger got round to reading it. Not one. Friends nor family."  (Thirty-four years later.)
  • "Dayne thanked the bus as he alighted, a habitual throwback to the days when buses were still operated by human drivers." (Friday, 3rd December   2049)
  • "His mum’s face, on the other hand, was plagued by wrinkles; an insane, beautiful webwork of interconnected facial lines that only seemed to emphasise the naive, innocent form of wisdom she’d been blessed with." (Friday, 3rd December   2049)
  • "Dayne set his wooden peppermill on its side and gave in a spin." (Tuesday, 7th December   2049)
  • "In his current state, he doubted he could string together enough meaningful words to form a haiku." (Thursday, 23rd February   2050)
  • "The cloud-cocoon he had become, reverse-metamorphosising him from wasp to larva, also stole his senses one-by-one. First sight, stealing all colour, then taste and smell, then hearing, and even touch. During this devolution, the cloud crept along his nerves to his brain, dulling his thoughts and slowing his mind." (Thursday, 23rd February   2050)
  • "the words tumbled from me anyway, my mind jumping from thought to though randomly, cutting up the logic into nonsense, like a William S. Burroughs book." Extract from Dayne S Mitchell’s Notes App Dated Thursday, 31st March   2050)
  • "Harper stood and began circling the sofa. After two circuits, Dayne asked her what she was considering. ‘I’m trying to decide which Disney heroine is most beautiful, what the fuck do you think I’m thinking about, Dayne?’" (Friday, 1st April   2050)

April 2022


This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God


Sunday, 22 August 2021

"August-Lost" by R G Vaughan

 Whodunnit meets horror in this page-turning read. An incredibly sinister Painter with a obsessively Gothic approach to art. A policeman, psychologically damaged by the repercussions of a murder in his youth. An arranger suffering from a terrible trauma in childhood.

The super-creepy chapter one reminded me of Portrait of a Man by George Perec, a fantastic book that deserves to be better known. The 'fiendish painter' chapters were the very best moments in 'August-Lost'. The twist in which that portrait is revealed was very clever.

It is hard to write original detective literature but this book manages this by getting inside the 'office politics' of the chain of command. This added a dimension. Furthermore, the crippled psyche of the lead detective went far beyond the usual 'disgruntled detective with a failed marriage, a booze habit and a secret in the past'. I think I would have preferred the back story of this character drip-fed to me rather than given en bloc but he was certainly a neatly ambiguous figure and the provenance of his detecting abilities out-Sherlocked Sherlock. 

After the audacious twist in the penultimate chapter, I thought we were on the homeward run. To provide yet another twist demanded some extremely careful writing. This was provided, and the book kept me guessing to the last page.

Selected quotes:

  • "The stale smell of alcohol, tobacco, and marijuana lingered in the air and battled for supremacy over thick body odour. The house of three undomesticated men sat on his taste buds, and with every breath, a new flavour trickled down the back of his throat." (Ch 2)
  • "Thanks to the odour of man still lingering in his nose, he guessed the shower saw few willing customers." (Ch 2)
  • "She could put a typical alpha male in his place with a few choice words." (Ch 3)
  • "He was built to play any sport that would benefit from hitting things hard." (Ch 3)
  • "Bringing in several files and a big, nervous smile, she took a seat with more uncertainty than usual" (Ch 4)
  • "The sterile smell of the hospital’s corridors sold the illusion of cleanliness and wellbeing." (Ch 8)

Clever plotting, some memorable characters and some genuinely spine-chilling moments. I look forward to the sequel.

This review was written by

the author of Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God

Tuesday, 15 December 2020

"A Chapter in the History of a Tyrone Family" by Sheridan Le Fanu

 This delightful piece of Gothic horror was written in 1839 by a master of the genre. It includes a number of elements of the plot for Jane Eyre which was published in 1847; Milbank (2002, 151; The Victorian Gothic in English novels and stories. In: J. Hogle, ed, The Cambridge Companion to Gothic Fiction. Cambridge, UK: Cambridge UP, pp. 145-166) recognised the "imprisoned foreign first wife, as well as the veil and the mirror.

It is written as a frame fiction in order to increase verisimilitude; the author who allegedly writes down the dictated story of the narrator and protagonist ("I find that I have taken the story down as she told it, in the first person, and, perhaps, this is as it should be.") even includes a couple of footnotes, a technique also used by Byron. The first section of the tale seems disjointed from the rest: it describes how the narrator's sister goes away to be married and the apparent arrival of a supernatural coach as a harbinger of the sister's death. Then we move to the marriage of the protagonist and the story proper begins. The newly married wife is allowed to roam her husband's castle anywhere except for the back part (he even refers to Bluebeard as he says this): "You must promise me, upon your sacred honour, that you will visit only that part of the castle which can be reached from the front entrance, leaving the back entrance and the part of the building commanded immediately by it, to the menials, as also the small garden whose high wall you see yonder; and never at any time seek to pry or peep into them, nor to open the door which communicates from the front part of the house through the corridor with the back". She sees mysteriously disappearing swathes of black cloth which, on old family servant tells her, are a portent of bad things a-coming: "Whenever something—something bad is going to happen to the Glenfallen family, some one that belongs to them sees a black handkerchief or curtain just waved or falling before their faces". Then she is accosted by a blind Dutchwoman who claims to be the first (and only true) wife of the husband. One night the narrator is lying in bed when the Dutchwoman comes into the room. "The mirror, as if acting of its own impulse moved slowly aside, and disclosed a dark aperture in the wall, nearly as large as an ordinary door; a figure evidently stood in this; but the light was too dim to define it accurately." The narrator is paralysed with fear as the Dutchwoman takes a cut-throat razor and goes across to the husband before returning to the narrator and attempt to cut her throat. In the ensuing scandal the Dutchwoman is tried and convicted and hanged. Subsequently the husband begins behaving strangely, claiming to have conversations with the Dutchwoman in the next room. 

Some of the more gorgeously Gothic bits:

  • "nothing was to be seen but the tall trees with their long spectral shadows, now wet with the dews of midnight."
  • "What has he done to alarm you? he is neither old nor ugly." I was silent, though I might have said, "He is neither young nor handsome."
  • "Once, nearly twenty years ago, a friend of mine consulted me how he should deal with a daughter who had made what they call a love match, beggared herself, and disgraced her family; and I said, without hesitation, take no care of her, but cast her off;"
  • "I cannot conceive anything more unreasonable or intolerable than that the fortune and the character of a family should be marred by the idle caprices of a girl."
  • "Indeed I do not recollect that I was even so romantic as to overcome my aversion to rats and rheumatism, those faithful attendants upon your noble relics of feudalism; and I much prefer a snug, modern, unmysterious bed-room, with well-aired sheets, to the waving tapestry, mildewed cushions, and all the other interesting appliances of romance; however, though I cannot promise you all the discomfort generally pertaining to an old castle, you will find legends and ghostly lore enough to claim your respect"
  • "The gay, kind, open-hearted nobleman who had for months followed and flattered me, was rapidly assuming the form of a gloomy, morose, and singularly selfish man."
  • "I was wakened, after having slept uneasily for some hours, by some person shaking me rudely by the shoulder; a small lamp burned in my room, and by its light, to my horror and amazement, I discovered that my visitant was the self-same blind, old lady who had so terrified me a few weeks before."
  • "He had a wife living, which wife I am."
  • "There was something in her face, though her features had evidently been handsome, and were not, at first sight, unpleasing, which, upon a nearer inspection, seemed to indicate the habitual prevalence and indulgence of evil passions, and a power of expressing mere animal anger, with an intenseness that I have seldom seen equalled, and to which an almost unearthly effect was given by the convulsive quivering of the sightless eyes."
  • "I was within the reach of this violent, and, for aught I knew, insane woman."
  • "The horror and dismay, which, in the olden time, overwhelmed the woman of Endor, when her spells unexpectedly conjured the dead into her presence, were but types of what I felt."
  • "As I have never taken the opinion of madmen touching your character or morals, I think it but fair to require that you will evince a like tenderness for me."
  • "I heard a voice close to my face exclaim as before, "There is blood upon your ladyship's throat." The words were instantly followed by a loud burst of laughter."
  • "Quaking with horror, I awakened, and heard my husband enter the room. Even this was a relief."
  • "Whenever my eyes wandered to the sleeping figure of my husband, his features appeared to undergo the strangest and most demoniacal contortions."

December 2020

Le Fanu later reworked this story as The Wyvern Mystery. Written in 1869 after the best-selling success of Jane Eyre it included more Eyre-like features, such as an orphaned heroine, thus becoming an unusual example of a story which is influenced by the story that was influenced by it.

Sheridan Le Fanu was a massively popular novelist in his time and helped develop the prototype for much of the horror genre. in Gaudy Night by Dorothy L Sayers the narrator Harriet Vane considers writing a dissertation on Le Fanu but decides it will be thought too mainstream.

Le Fanu's works include
  • Uncle Silas, a locked-room mystery
  • Carmilla, featuring a lesbian vampire
  • Spalatro, whose Italian bandit hero seems to be a dead ringer for Anne Radcliffe's The Italian except that he has a necrophiliac passion for an undead blood-drinking heroine.
  • The House by the Churchyard (1863), a historical novel referenced by James Joyce in Finnegan's Wake


This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God


Sunday, 28 June 2020

"The Historian" by Elizabeth Kostova

This is a weighty tome of 700 pages. The narrator is an elderly woman, recalling events when she was a teenage girl. She discovers a strange book and her father, a diplomat, takes her to different cities and slowly tells her the story of how he found his mysterious book and how his dissertation supervisor had discovered his mysterious book. It's all to do with Dracula still being undead.

This is a silly novel with a B-movie plot and sometimes B-movie prose: "Helen held the cross right over his nose, and he began to sob again. 'My master', he whimpered." (C 21). It involves ancient orders of Turks fighting against Dracula since the 1450s, handing on their knowledge to their eldest sons. Dracula's own 'Order of the Dragon' seeks to recruit mostly historians and librarians by biting them. The whole thing is laughable.

It is made worse by the pace. At some stage Kostova must have encountered William Empson's advice in Seven Types of Ambiguity: “A dramatic situation is always heightened by breaking off the dialogue to look out of the window, especially if some kind of Pathetic Fallacy is to be observed outside." (p 19) A brilliant example of this is deployed by Harlan Coben in Gone for Good when a revelation is just about to be made in a diner and the waitress comes and takes the order, slowly. But these tension-heighteners are meant to last a few paragraphs at most. Kostova spins out her thin story by ensuring that every nugget of information is surrounded by irrelevance. Her characters travel across Europe and everywhere they go they eat and drink and take in the historical sights. Perhaps these activities add verisimilitude (much needed in a horror story, especially one as unconvincing as this) but the net result was that the book became a travelogue, more about sight seeing and restaurant reviews than Dracula.

The narrative therefore creeps (and not in a creepy way). This could have been written in half the words or fewer (though the paucity of the story-telling might then have been exposed.

Is it just me? Other reviewers loved it. The Sunday Telegraph is quoted as saying "Told with a compelling intensity" which was the direct opposite of my experience. The Observer states that "Kostova is a whiz at storytelling and narrative pace"; not for me. In Aspects of the Novel, EM Forster states that “Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.” (p 165). I felt that I wasted my time.

There are great moments:

  • "skilled with a feather duster and clumsy with teenagers" (C 1)
  • "My father's library had probably once been a sitting room, but he sat down only to read, and he considered a large library more important than a large living room." (C 1)
  • "My father hated planes, which he said took the travel out of traveling." (C 1)
  • "His English was ferocious and sure, strong, loud." (C 5)
  • "His feet in their pathetically worn socks twitched and were still." (C 53)

I feel guilty about putting this book into a charity shop. It needs to be buried with a stake through its heart. June 2020; 700 long pages.

Another, somewhat better, book from the New York Times Bestsellers list is Friction by Sandra Brown

Thursday, 30 April 2020

"Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley


One of the best novels of all time? The Guardian rates it 8th  and the BBC 9th.

It was written in 1818 (and created on the night of the famous 'ghost story' party in the Villa Diodati in Cologny (one of the locations in the book) by Lake Geneva when Byron and Shelley were also present and John Polidori created The Vampyre.

The classic story is that Victor Frankenstein, a young man, becomes obsessed with alchemy and later natural philosophy and studies to learn the secret of life. He then constructs a monster from bits of dead bodies (making it extra large because that is easier than dealing with fiddly little bits) and brings it to life. But the moment that he sees it he is overcome with disgust at its ugliness (the book really pushes the romantic view that beauty equates to goodness) and flees the laboratory. The creature escapes into the world where it realises that it is alone and viewed with loathing by any it encounters. It educates itself, bizarrely, by spying on a French family and reading three books, of which two are Paradise Lost and The Sorrows of Young Werther. Realising it can never be accepted in society it goes to Frankenstein to ask him to make it a mate. He agrees to do so and, when he finally refuses, the monster begins its revenge. Frankenstein then pursues his monster around the world, ending in the icy wastes around the North Pole.

It is a corker of a tale, “the strangest tale that ever imagination formed.” (V3 August 26th, 17—), slowed down a bit by the author who adds various extraneous bits. The NT stage version (see below) removed most of these unnecessary subplots. This, of course, begs the question as to whether novels are a fundamentally different art from plays. It has been suggested in The Genius of Shakespeare by Jonathan Bate that Shakespeare stripped out character motivation when he adapted a story for the stage (for example turning Pandosto into The Winters Tale) because people are prepared to accept a character as fundamentally of one sort and see where that leads in the abbreviated form of a play which they won't do in the far more extensive form of a novel.

The book starts and ends with a frame narrative, originally in letters and later as journal entries. Frame narratives enable an author to start at a moment of high drama, creating a 'hook', and then to return to the start of the story to build up the characters. They also enable the reader to question the truthfulness of a potentially unreliable narrator. In the case of Frankenstein, it seems as if Shelley is seeking to build up verisimilitude by citing all these different narratives, while at the same time distancing the author by b
urying the story "under multiple layers of hearsay testimony.” (Gamer 2002, 101), a classic case of a Romantic author wanting to flirt with Gothic but not go all the way.

The Plot
A British explorer, Robert Walton, searching for a sea passage across the North polar ice pack, and thus in himself seeking to add to the knowledge of mankind, (he says: “You cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole”; Letter 1) sees "a being which had the shape of a man, but apparently of gigantic stature" crossing the pack ice with a sled and shortly after picks up another sled traveller who needs rescuing. These are the monster and its creator, respectively, and the bulk of the narrative consists of the tale that Frankenstein tells.

After telling us about his education, in which he discovers, by chance, the famous alchemists of the past, Victor resolves to create life, assembling a man from bits of bodies dug up from graveyards. As soon as the creature comes to life, Victor is horrified at its ugliness, and rejects it. The creature runs away.

Victor, having been ill (illnesses were so useful in old books as a way of jumping over a passage of time), goes home to discover that his little brother William has been murdered (by the monster) and innocent maid Justine is hanged for the crime. Victor meets the monster on an Alp and the monster then tells Victor what has been happening to him in all this time. He spent most of the time hiding near to a remote cottage where a young man and his sister live with their blind grandfather. The monster spies on them, thus teaching itself to speak and, by the chance discovery of books (Milton's Paradise Lost, Plutarch’s Lives, and Goethe's The Sorrows of Young Werther) he learns to read and he educates himself. We then stray into a sub-plot explaining the background of these people in the forest and providing one of them with a Turkish wife. In the end, they too reject the monster when they see him. So he comes to Geneva and (accidentally, he really doesn't know his own strength) murders William.

On the mountain the monster reasons with Victor. He is lonely because of all the rejection. He wants Victor to make him a bride. “I am alone, and miserable; man will not associate with me; but one as deformed and horrible as myself would not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects. This being you must create.” (V2 C8) Or else. Victor agrees, if the monster swears to take the wife and live remote from humanity (in South America). [In The Invention of Nature, Andrea Wulf suggests that this is because the exploration of Venezuela by Alexander von Humboldt was a hot topic of conversation in the salons of London at the time she was writing the book.]

Victor travels to a remote Orkney island to make Mrs Monster but at the last moment, he realises that (a) the monster cannot guarantee his wife being good and (b) they might have children and spawn a new species of monsters some of whom would undoubtedly be evil. “One of the first results of those sympathies for which the daemon thirsted would be children, and a race of devils would be propagated upon the earth, who might make the very existence of the species of man a condition precarious and full of terror. Had I a right, for my own benefit, to inflict this curse upon everlasting generations?” (V3 C3) So he destroys the woman. The monster, seeing this, swears revenge: "I shall be with you on your wedding-night.” Victor interprets this to mean that the monster will kill him when he marries long-standing (and long-suffering) girlfriend Elizabeth.

We then have another sub-plot in which the monster kills Victor's friend Clerval but Victor finds himself suspected of the murder. Once that has been cleared up Victor can return to Geneva to marry Elizabeth. But (as this reader expected) the monster kills her (not him) on the wedding night.

Victor now swears vengeance on the monster, pursuing him through Europe and Siberia onto the frozen ice.

We end with Robert Walton's framing narrative. Victor dies (another use of a frame is that you can kill your principal narrator) and the monster is bereft and disappears into the frozen wastes. It ends with a classic final sentence: "He was soon borne away by the waves, and lost in darkness and distance." (V3 September 12th.)


The NT theatre 2020 production
On Thursday 30th April 2020 a watched a live recording of the National Theatre production starring Benedict Cumberbatch as the monster and Jonny Lee Miller as Victor (they alternate these roles on successive performances); Naomie Harris as Elizabeth was also superb.

The play takes the basic ideas of the book and reworks them. It starts with the monster apparently breaking free of a membranous egg and, following several lightning strikes, gaining control of the spastic jerking of his limbs. It is a ballet: it was at least fifteen minutes before he speaks. This seems to have been derived from the middle of the book (Vol 2, Chap 3) in which the monster recalls his coming to life:
It is with considerable difficulty that I remember the original æra of my being: all the events of that period appear confused and indistinct. A strange multiplicity of sensations seized me, and I saw, felt, heard, and smelt, at the same time; and it was, indeed, a long time before I learned to distinguish between the operations of my various senses." (V2 C3)
"I knew, and could distinguish, nothing ... No distinct ideas occupied my mind; all was confused. I felt light, and hunger, and thirst, and darkness; innumerable sounds rung in my ears, and on all sides various scents saluted me: ... My sensations had, by this time, become distinct, and my mind received every day additional ideas. My eyes became accustomed to the light, and to perceive objects in their right forms” (V2 C3)

The play has thus started at the moment of highest drama, obviating the need for the framing narrative. The play simplifies story, removing the Turkish subplot from the cottage story and the subplot of Justine being hanged for William's murder despite her innocence and the Clerval murder subplot. It also removed Robert Walton and the framing narrative (because there is no narrator in a play you can kill your principal protagonist). It also ended slightly differently with a living Frankenstein pursuing the monster.

Themes:
Prometheus
It was subtitled The Modern Prometheus. Prometheus (whose name in Greek means forward thinking) is credited in the Greek myths with creating mankind (from clay) but he is more famous for defying Zeus to steal fire from Mount Olympus and give it to man; he was punished by being chained to a rock where nightly an eagle would come and tear out his liver (which regrew the next day). In the same way, Victor Frankenstein steals the secret of life from Nature, creates a new being and is horribly punished. But these stories have rather different morals: Prometheus was applauded by the Greeks for his actions. Does this mean that we should see Frankenstein as a hero? Are we supposed to see him as having foresight, as clearly seeing the consequences of his actions? 

In the middle of the book, the monster remembers his first acquaintance with fire: “I found a fire which had been left by some wandering beggars” (V2 C3)

Paradise well and truly lost:
One of the books the monster reads is Paradise Lost of which he says: “I read it ... as a true history.” (V2 C7)

I found it difficult to understand exactly how the author saw the parallels between her book and the story of the Adam and Eve. There are passages in which monster is equated with Adam (which makes Frankenstein God), such as when the monster begs his creator for a bride (
I was alone. I remembered Adam’s supplication to his Creator; but where was mine? he had abandoned me, and, in the bitterness of my heart, I cursed him.”; V2 C7). But the monster also equates himself with Lucifer, the devil who falls from Heaven. But at the same time Victor can be read as Lucifer: Lucifer was kicked out of Heaven because he rebelled against God and the reason for the rebellion is that he was proud; it is Victor's pride (as well as his eating of the Tree of Knowledge) that has led to his downfall. It seems a bit of a muddle which the play resolved by having the monster say: "I should be Adam ... but Satan is the one I sympathise with." This would appear to be based on a couple of instances when both the monster and Victor talk about Adam and Lucifer .


The monster says: “Remember, that I am thy creature: I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Every where I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.” (V2 C2)

The monster also links the two: “Like Adam, I was created apparently united by no link to any other being in existence; but his state was far different from mine in every other respect. He had come forth from the hands of God a perfect creature, happy and prosperous, guarded by the especial care of his Creator; he was allowed to converse with, and acquire knowledge from beings of a superior nature: but I was wretched, helpless, and alone. Many times I considered Satan as the fitter emblem of my condition; for often, like him, when I viewed the bliss of my protectors, the bitter gall of envy rose within me.
(V2 C7)

I, like the arch fiend, bore a hell within me” (V2 C8)

Parental duties
It may be that the author is suggesting that the monster should have been an Adam but became a Lucifer because Frankenstein failed in his parenting duties. Before creating the monster, Victor thinks: “A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me. No father could claim the gratitude of his child so completely as I should deserve theirs.” (V1 C4) But, famously, when the monster comes to life, Victor is repulsed by it (the beauty = goodness theme). Running away from his child (a metaphor of post-natal depression?) is bad parenting, at least in the opinion of the child.

When Victor meets the monster again, and is reproved by him, he thinks: “For the first time, also, I felt what the duties of a creator towards his creature were, and that I ought to render him happy before I complained of his wickedness.” (V2 C2)

In the end, the monster mourns the death of his parent: “That is also my victim!” he exclaimed; “in his murder my crimes are consummated; the miserable series of my being is wound to its close! Oh, Frankenstein! generous and self-devoted being! what does it avail that I now ask thee to pardon me? I, who irretrievably destroyed thee by destroying all thou lovedst.” (V3 September 12th.)

The moral bargain:
Frankenstein claims that there is a sort of moral bargain, equivalent, perhaps, to the social contract of Hobbes. This had been used, initially, to justify the rule of monarchs such as Charles I and Victor, when he travels to England, is enamoured of Oxford because of its association with the Royalist court during the Civil War. But it had been elaborated since then to suggest that the monarch had duties to the people as well as the other way around and the abnegation of these duties enabled anarchy. The monster here is asserting a moral equivalent of this social contract. If the Golden Rule is to 'do as you would be done by' then this is its negative. If someone is badly treated, it asserts, he has the right to treat you badly in return:

All men hate the wretched; how then must I be hated, who am miserable beyond all living things! Yet you, my creator, detest and spurn me, thy creature ... Do your duty towards me, and I will do mine towards you and the rest of mankind. If you will comply with my conditions, I will leave them and you at peace; but if you refuse, I will glut the maw of death, until it be satiated with the blood of your remaining friends.” (V2 C1)

The monster claims that his wickedness derives from unhappiness: “I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.” (V2 C2) and later: “I am malicious because I am miserable” (V2 C9)

Eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge 
It is a little difficult to tell exactly where Mary Shelley stands on knowledge. Many people suggest that the book is condemns the acquisition of knowledge. Robert Walton starts the book as an explorer: “You cannot contest the inestimable benefit which I shall confer on all mankind to the last generation, by discovering a passage near the pole to those countries.” (V1 L1). And Victor's motivation at the start is the same: “What glory would attend the discovery, if I could banish disease from the human frame, and render man invulnerable to any but a violent death!” (V1 C1) Victor's favourite teacher at the University of Ingoldstat is also of the 'more knowledge is better' mindset: “The ancient teachers of this science,” said he, “promised impossibilities, and performed nothing. The modern masters promise very little; they know that metals cannot be transmuted, and that the elixir of life is a chimera. But these philosophers, whose hands seem only made to dabble in dirt, and their eyes to pour over the microscope or crucible, have indeed performed miracles. They penetrate into the recesses of nature, and shew how she works in her hiding places. They ascend into the heavens; they have discovered how the blood circulates, and the nature of the air we breathe. They have acquired new and almost unlimited powers; they can command the thunders of heaven, mimic the earthquake, and even mock the invisible world with its own shadows.” (V1 C2)

But Victor warns: “You seek for knowledge and wisdom, as I once did; and I ardently hope that the gratification of your wishes may not be a serpent to sting you, as mine has been.” (V1, August 19th, 17—) and, later, “Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge.” (V1 C4)

At the end the author is equivocal. When Walton asks about the process by which Victor reanimated dead material, Victor refuses to divulge:  “Are you mad, my friend?” said he, “or whither does your senseless curiosity lead you? Would you also create for yourself and the world a demoniacal enemy?” (V3 August 26th, 17—) And yet he still sees the acquisition of knowledge as glorious: “For this was it a glorious, for this was it an honourable undertaking. You were hereafter to be hailed as the benefactors of your species; your name adored, as belonging to brave men who encountered death for honour and the benefit of mankind.” (V3 September 5th)

At the very end, Victor cannot blame himself. “During these last days I have been occupied in examining my past conduct; nor do I find it blameable. In a fit of enthusiastic madness I created a rational creature, and was bound towards him, to assure, as far as was in my power, his happiness and well-being. This was my duty; but there was another still paramount to that. My duties towards my fellow-creatures had greater claims to my attention, because they included a greater proportion of happiness or misery. Urged by this view, I refused, and I did right in refusing, to create a companion for the first creature. He shewed unparalleled malignity and selfishness, in evil: he destroyed my friends; he devoted to destruction beings who possessed exquisite sensations, happiness, and wisdom; nor do I know where this thirst for vengeance may end. Miserable himself, that he may render no other wretched, he ought to die. The task of his destruction was mine, but I have failed.” (V3 September 12th.) One might argue that this failure to repent, even on his death bed, is what finally damns Victor. He still cannot see that what he did was wrong, only that he has failed to prevent the evil consequences.

Expulsion from Eden
Sweet and beloved Elizabeth! I read and re-read her letter, and some softened feelings stole into my heart, and dared to whisper paradisaical dreams of love and joy; but the apple was already eaten, and the angel’s arm bared to drive me from all hope.” (V3 C4)

The beauty = goodness theme
The main problem for the monster is that he is so repulsive that people fear him or flee him or are repelled with him. This is foreshadowed when Victor decides he won't attend his chemistry lectures because the teacher is ugly: “I did not feel much inclined to study the books which I procured at his recommendation. M. Krempe was a little squat man, with a gruff voice and repulsive countenance; the teacher, therefore, did not prepossess me in favour of his doctrine.” (V1 C2) I find this theme problematic, although I presume it is a typical romantic trait. There is a thread through literature in which ugliness is equated to criminality and I wonder whether this reflects human psychology.

Perhaps because ugliness is equated with disease and death: “I saw how the fine form of man was degraded and wasted; I beheld the corruption of death succeed to the blooming cheek of life; I saw how the worm inherited the wonders of the eye and brain.” (V1 C3) A sociologist might add that there was a good chance that poverty was also correlated with ugliness because a poor person would have more chance of being disabled because of the physical nature of their work, especially in those days with health and safety, and poor people would be more subject to disfiguring diseases of deprivation.

The theme comes most to light in the moment of scientific triumph: "His limbs were in proporti
on, and I had selected his features as beautiful. Beautiful!—Great God! His yellow skin scarcely covered the work of muscles and arteries beneath; his hair was of a lustrous black, and flowing; his teeth of a pearly whiteness; but these luxuriances only formed a more horrid contrast with his watery eyes, that seemed almost of the same colour as the dun white sockets in which they were set, his shrivelled complexion, and straight black lips." (V1 C4)

This equation of good and beauty is justified when the monster says: "Cursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God in pity made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image” (V2 C7)

The thunderstorm theme
There are a surprising number of electrical storms in the book:
On a sudden I beheld a stream of fire issue from an old and beautiful oak, which stood about twenty yards from our house; and so soon as the dazzling light vanished, the oak had disappeared, and nothing remained but a blasted stump.” (V1 C1) The ‘struck by lightning in a thunder storm’ is a foreshadowing of the destructive power of lightning which Victor will later harness to create life ... with an equally damaging result. It is reprised in V3C2 when Victor describes himself as : “I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul” (V3 C2)

He constructed a small electrical machine, and exhibited a few experiments; he made also a kite, with a wire and string, which drew down that fluid from the clouds.” (V1 C1)

The darkness and storm increased every minute, and the thunder burst with a terrific crash over my head.” (V1 C6)

Faust
It is tempting to also compare the Frankenstein story to that of Faust, another German (though Victor is technically Swiss) who sold his soul for learning. One version of this legend was written by Goethe (part one published in 1808), who also write the Sorrows of Young Werther which is one of the books the monster reads.

Links with other works.

On the ship, Robert Walton writes to his sister: "I shall kill no albatross, therefore do not be alarmed for my safety.” (Letter 2) This is presumably a reference to Coleridge's Rime of the Antient Mariner which was published in 1798 and revised in 1817, just before Frankenstein was published. Of course the comment is an ironic foreshadowing; it is the traveller Walton picks up that becomes the albatross around his neck.

In The Sorrows of Young Werther, besides the interest of its simple and affecting story, so many opinions are canvassed, and so many lights thrown upon what had hitherto been to me obscure subjects, that I found in it a never-ending source of speculation and astonishment. The gentle and domestic manners it described, combined with lofty sentiments and feelings, which had for their object something out of self, accorded well with my experience among my protectors, and with the wants which were for ever alive in my own bosom. But I thought Werther himself a more divine being than I had ever beheld or imagined; his character contained no pretension, but it sunk deep. The disquisitions upon death and suicide were calculated to fill me with wonder. I did not pretend to enter into the merits of the case, yet I inclined towards the opinions of the hero, whose extinction I wept, without precisely understanding it." (V2 C7)

I learned from Werther’s imaginations despondency and gloom” (V2 C7)

Building the story:
I felt great relief in being the fellow-pupil with my friend, and found not only instruction but consolation in the works of the orientalists. Their melancholy is soothing, and their joy elevating to a degree I never experienced in studying the authors of any other country. When you read their writings, life appears to consist in a warm sun and garden of roses,—in the smiles and frowns of a fair enemy, and the fire that consumes your own heart.” (V1 C5) It is great to see how Shelley interposes intervals of idyll in between the moments of horror.

A question:

Why is he called Victor? Has he won anything?

Selected quotes:

  • What may not be expected in a country of eternal light? I may there discover the wondrous power which attracts the needle” (V1 L1)
  • I have no friend, Margaret: when I am glowing with the enthusiasm of success, there will be none to participate my joy; if I am assailed by disappointment, no one will endeavour to sustain me in dejection.” (V1 L2)
  • I am preparing to depart. I am going to unexplored regions, to ‘the land of mist and snow;’ but I shall kill no albatross, therefore do not be alarmed for my safety.” (V1 L2)
  • friendship is not only a desirable, but a possible acquisition. I once had a friend, the most noble of human creatures, and am entitled, therefore, to judge respecting friendship.” (V1, August 13th, 17—)
  • The raising of ghosts or devils was a promise liberally accorded by my favourite authors, the fulfilment of which I most eagerly sought; and if my incantations were always unsuccessful, I attributed the failure rather to my own inexperience and mistake, than to a want of skill or fidelity in my instructors.” (V1 C1)
  • Wealth was an inferior object; but what glory would attend the discovery, if I could banish disease from the human frame, and render man invulnerable to any but a violent death!” (V1 C1)
  • None but those who have experienced them can conceive of the enticements of science. In other studies you go as far as others have gone before you, and there is nothing more to know; but in a scientific pursuit there is continual food for discovery and wonder.” (V1 C3)
  • "To examine the causes of life, we must first have recourse to death. I became acquainted with the science of anatomy: but this was not sufficient; I must also observe the natural decay and corruption of the human body.” (V1 C3)
  • Darkness had no effect upon my fancy; and a church-yard was to me merely the receptacle of bodies deprived of life, which, from being the seat of beauty and strength, had become food for the worm.” (V1 C3)
  • Now I was led to examine the cause and progress of this decay, and forced to spend days and nights in vaults and charnel houses.” (V1 C3)
  • from the midst of this darkness a sudden light broke in upon me—a light so brilliant and wondrous, yet so simple, that while I became dizzy with the immensity of the prospect which it illustrated, I was surprised that among so many men of genius, who had directed their inquiries towards the same science, that I alone should be reserved to discover so astonishing a secret.” (V1 C3) It';s a good description of a 'eureka' moment.
  • After days and nights of incredible labour and fatigue, I succeeded in discovering the cause of generation and life; nay, more, I became myself capable of bestowing animation upon lifeless matter.” (V1 C3)
  • I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead, and found a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light.” (V1 C3): The Arabian is, apparently, Sinbad the Sailor.
  • "Who shall conceive the horrors of my secret toil, as I dabbled among the unhallowed damps of the grave, or tortured the living animal to animate the lifeless clay?” (V1 C3)
  • I collected bones from charnel houses” (V1 C3)
  • The dissecting room and the slaughter-house furnished many of my materials” (V1 C3)
  • The summer months passed while I was thus engaged, heart and soul, in one pursuit. It was a most beautiful season; never did the fields bestow a more plentiful harvest, or the vines yield a more luxuriant vintage” (V1 C3) nicely contrasts the fecundity of nature with the sterility of what Victor is trying to do.
  • my enthusiasm was checked by my anxiety, and I appeared rather like one doomed by slavery to toil in the mines, or any other unwholesome trade, than an artist occupied by his favourite employment.” (V1 C3)
  • It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs." (V1 C4)
  • "Now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.” (V1 C4)
  • I had gazed on him while unfinished; he was ugly then; but when those muscles and joints were rendered capable of motion, it became a thing such as even Dante could not have conceived.” (V1 C4)
  • I threw the door forcibly open, as children are accustomed to do when they expect a spectre to stand in waiting for them on the other side” (V1 C4)
  • it is certainly more creditable to cultivate the earth for the sustenance of man, than to be the confidant, and sometimes the accomplice, of his vices; which is the profession of a lawyer.” (V1 C5)
  • When happy, inanimate nature had the power of bestowing on me the most delightful sensations.” (V1 C5)
  • The survivors are the greatest sufferers, and for them time is the only consolation.” (V1 C6)
  • Those maxims of the Stoics, that death was no evil, and that the mind of man ought to be superior to despair on the eternal absence of a beloved object, ought not to be urged. Even Cato wept over the dead body of his brother.” (V1 C6)
  • "I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind, and endowed with the will and power to effect purposes of horror, such as the deed which he had now done, nearly in the light of my own vampire, my own spirit let loose from the grave, and forced to destroy all that was dear to me.” (V1 C6) Interesting use of the word vampire
  • I did confess; but I confessed a lie. I confessed, that I might obtain absolution; but now that falsehood lies heavier at my heart than all my other sins. The God of heaven forgive me! Ever since I was condemned, my confessor has besieged me; he threatened and menaced,” (V1 C7) Typical gothic anti-priest propaganda
  • We beheld immense mountains and precipices overhanging us on every side ...the river raging among rocks, and the dashing of waterfalls around ... Ruined castles hanging on the precipices of piny mountains; ... the mighty Alps, whose white and shining pyramids and domes towered above all, as belonging to another earth, the habitations of another race of beings.” (V2 C1)
  • am I not alone, miserably alone? You, my creator, abhor me; what hope can I gather from your fellow-creatures, who owe me nothing?” (V2 C2)
  • You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature.” (V2 C2)
  • I was enchanted by the appearance of the hut: here the snow and rain could not penetrate; the ground was dry; and it presented to me then as exquisite and divine a retreat as Pandæmonium appeared to the daemons of hell after their sufferings in the lake of fire.” (V2 C3)
  • the strange system of human society was explained to me. I heard of the division of property, of immense wealth and squalid poverty; of rank, descent, and noble blood.” (V2 C5)
  • I learned that the possessions most esteemed by your fellow-creatures were, high and unsullied descent united with riches. A man might be respected with only one of these acquisitions; but without either he was considered, except in very rare instances, as a vagabond and a slave, doomed to waste his powers for the profit of the chosen few.” (V2 C5) Mary Shelley the socialist.
  • Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to the mind, when it has once seized on it, like a lichen on the rock.” (V2 C5)
  • Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.” (V2 C7)
  • Unfeeling, heartless creator! you had endowed me with perceptions and passions, and then cast me abroad an object for the scorn and horror of mankind.” (V2 C8)
  • You would not call it murder, if you could precipitate me into one of those ice-rifts, and destroy my frame, the work of your own hands.” (V2 C9)
  • I do not destroy the lamb and the kid, to glut my appetite; acorns and berries afford me sufficient nourishment.” (V2 C9) This is one of the more bizarre aspects of the book: the monster is Vegan!
  • You are my creator, but I am your master;—obey!” (V3 C3)
  • Who could be interested in the fate of a murderer, but the hangman who would gain his fee?” (V3 C4)
  • Ever since my recovery from the fever I had been in the custom of taking every night a small quantity of laudanum; for it was by means of this drug only that I was enabled to gain the rest necessary for the preservation of life.” (V3 C4)
  • life is obstinate, and clings closest where it is most hated.” (V3 C5)
  • What then became of me? I know not; I lost sensation, and chains and darkness were the only objects that pressed upon me. Sometimes, indeed, I dreamt that I wandered in flowery meadows and pleasant vales with the friends of my youth; but awoke, and found myself in a dungeon. Melancholy followed, but by degrees I gained a clear conception of my miseries and situation, and was then released from my prison. For they had called me mad; and during many months, as I understood, a solitary cell had been my habitation.” (V3 C5)
  • And now my wanderings began, which are to cease but with life. I have traversed a vast portion of the earth” (V3 C7)
  • My reign is not yet over,” (V3 C7)
  • Come on, my enemy; we have yet to wrestle for our lives” (V3 C7)
  • like the archangel who aspired to omnipotence, I am chained in an eternal hell” (V3 August 26th, 17—)
  • I trod heaven in my thoughts, now exulting in my powers, now burning with the idea of their effects. From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition; but how am I sunk!” (V3 August 26th, 17—)
  • “a high destiny seemed to bear me on, until I fell, never, never again to rise.” (V3 August 26th, 17—)
  • My heart was fashioned to be susceptible of love and sympathy; and, when wrenched by misery to vice and hatred, it did not endure the violence of the change without torture, such as you cannot even imagine.” (V3 September 12th.)
  • You throw a torch into a pile of buildings, and when they are consumed you sit among the ruins, and lament the fall. Hypocritical fiend!” (V3 September 12th.)
  • When I call over the frightful catalogue of my deeds, I cannot believe that I am he whose thoughts were once filled with sublime and transcendant visions of the beauty and the majesty of goodness. But it is even so; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am quite alone.” (V3 September 12th.)
  • Am I to be thought the only criminal, when all human kind sinned against me?” (V3 September 12th.)
  • If thou wert yet alive, and yet cherished a desire of revenge against me, it would be better satiated in my life than in my destruction.” (V3 September 12th.)
Progenitors(?)
Richard Holmes in The Age of Wisdom argues that Victor Frankenstein was based on Johann Wilhelm Ritter (1776 - 1810)

Andy Dougan in Raising the Dead suggests that the character might have been based on Mary's husband, the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, who was fascinated with electricity and alchemy and had written a poem (‘Alastor’) in which “his poet-hero met the Witch of Atlas, a fantastic alchemical creature who had created a hermaphrodite homunculus out of fire and ice which, at her electrifying touch, came to life and flew off.”

April 2020;


This review was written by

the author of Bally and Bro, Motherdarling 

and The Kids of God


I have just watched the premiere of a play called Conception about Mary Shelley which pointed out that none of the female characters in the book have agency. 

References
GAMER, M., 2002. Gothic Fictions and Romantic Writing in Britain. In: J. HOGLE, ed, The Cambridge Companion to Gothic Fiction. Cambridge, UK: Cambridge University Press, pp. 85-104.

Friday, 3 May 2019

"Until Amy is found" by Mo Kerr

This is a book of short stories. Most of them are in the gothic horror tradition: there are some clever updatings of some classic motifs such as the broken-down car, the empty farmhouse and the strange stranger in Lucky Jim and the "Psycho made in Yorkshire" in The Long Stop. The title story really goes to town, including a small, isolated community, an encounter at a cemetery, a remote woman (an heiress of course) in an isolated house (complete with servant) to which the young man pays a professional visit (which reminded me of Susan Hill's The Woman in Black), a man sent mad by a love who died, a lunatic asylum and even has the ghost of a smuggler who cursed the island!

But the point is that the author has updated these and played around with the tradition in such a way as to leave us guessing as to the ending. My favourite twist was that in The Long Stop; very clever!

Some of the stories are written in the present tense, which adds something to the tension, and although the narration is usually in the first person there are one or two third person though the point of view is still usually that of the protagonist. The lengths of the stories vary considerably (Until Amy is Found is the longest) and one or two (for example, Not Waving But ... and  The No. 6 Bus) might be described as vignettes.

The stories were well-written. I like the way this author can freshen a cliche by leaving off the last bit; for example "We're blood relatives for crying out." There were some beautiful descriptions and some great quotes:

  • Until Amy is Found:
    • "I liked nothing better than to jog along the beach into town, running through clouds of my own breath."
    • "He peeled off gardening gloves and set them on the table where they sat like scrunched up, petrified birds."
  • The Black Doll:
    • "The house I grew up in was the last one in the village. It stood alone, hidden by a row of trees that screened the sun and a busy road that sliced the village in half. Traffic trundled by and the trees drooped, casting long shadows over the house."
    • "Dad was always drooping in Mum’s shadow. After one of her snide remarks he’d steam up but never come to the boil."
  • The Long Stop:
    • Butt naked and swaying in and out of a slant of sunlight, Ray is at the window, rubbernecking."
    • "there’s the sun, like the top of Humpty Dumpty’s head. Looks like any minute Humpty’ll bob full up and dangle his skinny legs over the side."
  • Homecoming:
    • "It was as if she’d said goodbye to herself, packed her bags and left, closing the door quietly behind her." 


Enjoyable. April 2019

Tuesday, 26 February 2019

"Unleashed" by Peter Laws

This is the second Matt Hunter crime thriller; he debuted in Purged.

Matt, an ex-vicar, lectures in the Sociology of Religion. His policeman friend Larry asks him to advise n a case in which a teacher has been mauled to death by a dog, trapped in a cupboard, whilst being 'protected' by many religious symbols. The teacher, Steph, was involved with a poltergeist when she was a schoolgirl in the town, with her mates Kassy and Jo and Rachel, and Rachel's little sister Holly, who committed suicide. Is this a case of demonic possession? Is someone hunting witches? Or is it related to historic child abuse? Matt investigates in a tale of demons and seances, a spooks and rabbits that go bump in the night, leading to a climax underground.

A well-written cross between a horror and a thriller and a murder-mystery. No, I didn't work out whodunnit.

Laws has a good line is great descriptive lines:

  • "A couple of decades ago she was the little pigtailed firework running around here, in cheap clothes even then." (C 1)
  • "They'd met on Tinder three months ago, where he'd described himself as 'an entrepreneur wrapped in a mechanic's body'."
  • (C 1)
  • "All the Finch family members were about as coordinated as a kite in a tornado." (C 1)
  • "Our sense of morality springs from little more than the current consensus of the human tribe." (C 2)
  • "Let us learn to find the inherent beauty of an essentially incoherent universe." (C 2)
  • "One of the top reasons to buy a kid a pet is so that it will die." (C 3)
  • "Those boys who kept wandering past them, gawping at their curves like preprogrammed lab mice." (C 9)
  • "The overflowing bin with its merry troupe of dancing flies." (C 10)
  • "A tree, stroking softly with its fingernails." (C 10)
  • "His skin was plague-victim pale." (C 26)
  • "Biscuits were the truth drug for Christians everywhere." (C 26)
  • "Funny how it's the cheap furniture that often has the most memories. Because you have to build them at home and you need others' help and you don't always get it right. Maybe there was a lesson in that." (C 46)
A great, page-turning read. February 2019; 442 pages

Friday, 22 January 2016

"The Uncanny" by Nicholas Royle

For an academic book this is astonishingly readable and incredibly daring. The chapter on The Double is illustrated by comparing his own, unpublished novel with the writing of a published novelist who shares his name. His chapter on film consists of staccato paragraphs with pizzicato sentences. Each paragraph on the mole (both underground and blemishing the skin) is contained within parentheses.

This man can write. But what is he writing about?

Essentially, this book is a commentary upon and a footnote to, Freud's essay The Uncanny.

Each chapter heading excited me: The Sandman, The death drive, Buried alive, deja vu, The double, The private parts of Jesus Christ etc. I thought this was going to be an exploration of these themes within the genre of Gothic fiction and horror films. It was mostly about Freud. There was so much more that could have been done.

There were some fascinating bits. For example, he quotes from the famous Hamlet soliloquy the lines:
The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns
noting the potential wordplay between bourn and born and asks what a 'bourn' is? He quotes the definition from the New Shorter OED: "a boundary (between fields, etc.); a frontier" as well as two definitions deriving from a misunderstanding of this line in Shakespeare. So a bourn is a threshold, a limin (which raised substantial interest for me since I am researching liminality within education). And this prompts him to ask: what are the limits of death? (p 233)

He points out that in The Rocking Horse Winner by DHLawrence the death drive is linked to telepathy.

He points out that as God has disappeared in the west so narrators in fiction are less likely to be omniscient (pp 258 - 259). Telepathy emerges as omniscience disappears (p 261) although there has been "sympathetic clairvoyance" before telepathy (p 260)

Also in Hamlet, Royle points out that the play starts with the guard wishing one another 'good night' three times in the first twenty lines; at the end of the play when Hamlet dies, Horatio says: "Good night, sweet prince". Neat symmetry!

These were some fascinating moments but I might have done better just to have read the Freud.

Quotes:

  • "Something comes back because in some sense it was never properly there in the first place." (p 84)
  • "The aim of all life is death." (p 84)
  • "If silence is golden there will have been something deadly about its glitter." (p 86)
  • "The death drive has to do with the figure of a woman" especially a silent woman as in Cordelia in Lear 'Love and be silent' Act 1 scene 1, 54

January 2016