I don’t write that many ‘personal’ reviews, and yet, in trying to consider Shout Kill Revel Repeat, Scott R Jones’s debut collection, I see no other way to do it. In fact, everything I want to say about the collection feels like it should have some sort of prefatory remark like that. An odd sensation.
I do not believe that I am of Jones’s ilk, for starters. He is a complex, Canadian esoteric, with touches of the cyber-visionary thrown in; I am a slow Yorkshire pragmatist, as visionary as most house bricks. Most things which start with cyber- give me a slight headache. And our paths only really converge when the stars are distinctly wobbly, maybe after a few too many bourbons on my part. Where they do converge – possibly – is in our interest in what lies under the Lovecraftian skin, and a dislike of literary pomposity (I’m guessing that last one).
Which leads straight into my suspicion that Jones isn’t a Lovecraftian or a Mythosian writer, in the common manner. His style varies between ecstatic and bleak; his themes are alchemical, focused on transcendence, and on transhumanism at its most insane or theological (both may apply at once) levels. Even theosophical levels, sans Blavatsky. That HPL may have seeded the word-planet with some of Jones’s jumping-off points does not make Jones a Lovecraftian, nor does his use of bits of lumber that HPL left behind. That latter aspect may make him a Mythosian writer, but even then I’m not always sure. The first work I read of his, When The Stars Are Right: Towards An Authentic R’lyehian Spirituality, always seemed more about Jones’s search for gnostic revelation than about Lovecraft’s stuff.
He does utilise the lumber, though, and uses it better in Shout Kill Revel Repeat (Journalstone, 2019) than most. He has the ability to transcend the trap of Lovecraftian tropes, and finds his own way, whether you like it or not. Take two of the more striking stories in the collection – ‘The Amnesiac’s Lament’ and ‘Shout Kill Revel Repeat itself’. You’ll find few stories in the field which are both more Lovecraftian and less Lovecraftian at the same time. Rich in Voorish Domes, hexentechs, Resonators and Hoffman-Price* technology, Jones travels forward into his own unique creation and also back to Arthur Machen (touches of voor=before, the past times):
“Then beyond the woods there were other hills round in a great ring, but I had never seen any of them; it all looked black, and everything had a voor over it. It was all so still and silent, and the sky was heavy and grey and sad, like a wicked voorish dome in Deep Dendo.” (‘The White People’, Machen, 1904)
These two tales have enough Mythos in them to sink a cthulhu, yet they couldn’t have been written by old Providence. The prose is more fluent, more alive; the life within the prose takes them in a deeper, vaster direction, shredding and reforming any source material. Jones’s indifferent cosmos is more cosmic at an emotional level than most writers achieve, and with a certain wry quality. I might call them dark parodies, almost.
Pondering on the other stories herein, outside of these powerful ‘Mythosian anchors’, I peeked at the comments and reviews of others, out of curiosity, and was interested to see that I disagree with many on what are the strongest pieces. Let me say that there isn’t a weak tale in the entire book, but even though Jones is good at reality, better than many writers, it seems at times to constrain him. Using him to write ‘traditional’ horror tales feels like using a massive Pacific locomotive to pull a bizarre, but fascinating, pram.
Thus stories like ‘Chrysanthemum’, ‘Worse than Demons’, ‘Cougar Annie’s’ and ‘The Transition of Toby Twitch’ are fine speculative/horror tales, well written – you will enjoy them, and they should be here – but they don’t necessarily let the engine get up full steam. Where he shines most brightly (or darkly) again is when he cuts loose into innovative strangeness, as with ‘Turbulence’, and with the outstanding ‘I Cannot Begin to Tell You’ (a story which maybe owes more to The Twilight Zone, in the best possible sense, than it does to HPL). Interestingly, it is in this latter tale that Jones also catches small touches of normal life at the same time, and leaves us with the powerful symbology of ‘the empty stroller’.
Also included are enjoyable homages to Ramsey Campbell’s Mythosian body (in a literary sense, I hope), Gla’aki and a disturbing Elon Musk – sorry, Aldo Tusk – who is on his own quest to do some transcending to others, regardless of what they think.
I spoke of ilk at the beginning, and one thing I take away from this collection is that, unlike me, Jones prefers transcendence to humanity (that should get me in trouble) or his faith in humanity has waned to a dire level. Ultimately, his humans – and his transhumans – have no time for people dreaming of being people. In such a way, he cleaves to core elements of cosmic horror as a field in itself. His characters have dreams, ambitions and experiences which tear open what Jones sees as lies, limitations and camouflage – but what is left after the tearing is no longer human in any sense we could understand. He offers transformation, on a purely personal or a globe-shattering scale, but few small redemptions (‘Wonder and Glory Remembered’ may come closest to that).
And so whilst I greatly admire his work and rejoice in reading it, I suspect that we are philosophically very different fish. I have written and published Mythosian tales, some of which may have worked, but I tend to lack Jones’s transcendental fire. Cosmic horror for me most days is a Turkish child trapped in earthquake rubble and quite forgotten, on a planet circling an insensate fusion reactor which hangs in the untravelled void…
Unless it’s all lies, of course. Most writing is. If I’d written this review at any other time, it too might be a very different fish as well, but hey, that’s the way out I am tonight.
IN SHORT: Jones is a terrific writer. And Shout Kill Revel Repeat is highly recommended. If you are a Lovecraftian/Mythosian enthusiast, you have to have a copy. If you are not, then Jones gives you a terrific weird/horror fiction collection to enjoy for what it is. Also of more interest to conspiracy fans than Fox News.
Shout Kill Revel Repeat is available directly from Journalstone
*I’ve no doubt that Hoffman Price technology is named after E. Hoffmann Price, the Weird Tales writer who collaborated with HPL. Personally, I’d go for E T A Hoffman, the German romantic fantasist, and Robert M Price, the Lovecraftian author and theological scholar who has some odd ideas about people. Just to be annoying and set the mi-go among the pigeons.
There was once a classic Weird Tales writer called Nictzin Dyalhis – except that probably wasn’t his real name – and a story called ‘When the Green Star Wanes’, which was described as “a seminal work in the history of pulp [science fiction]” (Everett Bleiler) – except that it’s also sort of old-style nonsense. Bleiler also called it “(d)istasteful and negligible as fiction”. And as you know, dear listener, we love such complicated nonsensicals, so today our regular reviewer Dave Brzeski covers a fun collection of Dyalhis’s work, The Sapphire Goddess: The Fantasies of Nictzin Dyalhis (DMR Books).
Before you dive in, however, do remember our opening sentence. Who was Nictzin Dyalhis? The whole subject of the man’s birth, marriages, and name(s) has been covered well by others, especially on the Bear Alley site, which is linked in the review below. In short, he may have been a man called Fred Wilstone Dallas, or he may have been someone else entirely. His reported age varies, as do the details of his parents. His forename may have been a complete invention; that Dyalhis surname was supposedly Welsh, or Scottish, or Roman, and so on. He could also have been born in Arizona or Massachusetts – it only gets better the more you dig…
Old Nictzin did, however, apparently invent the ‘blastor’!
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The Sapphire Goddess: The Fantasies of Nictzin Dyalhis
Author: Nictzin Dyalhis
Introduction: D.M. Ritzlin
Publisher: DMR Books
Format: Paperback, ebook
Reviewer: Dave Brzeski
Nictzin Dyalhis has always been something of an enigma. Researches into his life have always turned up little, and what there is comes with contradictions. The best overview is probably the one by Steve Holland on his Bear Alley Books Blog.
I probably first encountered the work of Nictzin Dyalhis way back in the early seventies. I suspect it was in a used paperback copy of Worlds of Weird (1965), edited by Leo Margulies. A few years back I suggested to David Sutton of Shadow Publishing in the UK, that I’d dearly love to put together a complete stories of Nictzin Dyalhis collection. David gave me the go-ahead to do so. The problem, I immediately realised, was actually sourcing the stories. There aren’t all that many, but not all are easy to find – to say the least. The project was shelved.
Dave Ritzlin evidently had the same idea not long after I did, but he got a bit further than me. The resulting book is still not a complete collection of all of Nictzin Dyalhis’s work, but it does include all of the weird fiction/fantasy stuff. Ritzlin confirmed that this was mainly down to those four missing stories being very, very hard to find, at least in their original appearance. Of the remaining four tales, two are westerns and two are crime stories.
This collection opens with ‘When the Green Star Waned’, which was originally published in Weird Tales (April 1925). It’s one of those classic old school science fiction tales, where every planet of the Solar System is inhabited – sort of an alternate universe, where Aerth had history somewhat similar to that of Earth, but it would be difficult to make our history, since this was written, quite fit within this version of the Solar System. All the planets – Markhuri, Vehez, Aerth, and its Moun, Mharz, Jopitar… you get the idea, have very similar spaceships, called Aethir-Torps, but they tend to keep out of each other’s business. Thus it takes quite some time before anyone notices that things have changed on Aerth.
They’ve been invaded and subjugated by creatures from the dark side of the Moun. Creatures that originally came from much further afield. There’s an almost Lovecraftian feel to it all.
It’s interesting to note that this story has the first recorded use of the term, blaster, albeit spelled blastor here, for a ray gun, or energy weapon.
As one would expect, the prose, let alone the science is a little archaic and dated, but it’s a fun read.
Readers who are experiencing the work of Nictzin Dyalhis for the first time in this volume, may be forgiven for thinking, “Yes, ‘When the Green Star Waned’ was indeed fun, if dated, but I don’t see why so many people make such a fuss about this guy’s work.”
‘The Eternal Conflict’ was published in Weird Tales in October, 1925 – just six months after ‘When the Green Star Waned’. You may well wonder, on reading it, if it really was by the same author. This one was good then and it’s good now – excellent in fact. Told by an acolyte of a non-intrusive religious sect on Earth, it’s in equal parts a cosmic weird fiction tale and a classic Angels versus demons story of the battle/balance between good and evil, love and hate, which is as relevant now as it was back then – a true classic.
It was eighteen months before Dyalhis came to light again, this time with the only fantasy story he sold outside of Weird Tales. ‘He Refused to Stay Dead’ appeared in the May 1927 issue of Ghost Stories. It’s an interesting tale of reincarnation, involving an undead revenant, described by the protagonist as troll and vampyr, albeit he exhibited no recognisable features of either. I was intrigued to note some elements of the occult detective subgenre in this one too. It does suffer somewhat from some common errors including a misunderstanding of the uses of Bell, Book and Candle in Christian lore, a Norseman and Saxon speaking Elizabethan tinged English to generate the proper ancient feel and horns on a Viking helmet. The latter two almost make me wonder if Dyalhis was an influence on Stan Lee! Despite that, it’s an enjoyable tale and I find myself intrigued by possibilities for sequels involving the main protagonists.
October 1927 saw the return of Dyalhis to the pages of Weird Tales, with ‘The Dark Lore’. Again, we have Elizabethan English used to emphasise the speech of demons and such. Plus the very readable, but still somewhat archaic, prose seems even more odd when elements of the modern World, such as an auto-accident are mentioned. All that aside, this quickly took the place of ‘The Eternal Conflict’ as my favourite story so far in the book.
Lura Veyle is a very nasty piece of work. This is a tale of her damnation, and her gradual struggle for redemption as she passes through several Hell dimensions, learning more about herself as she goes. I’m not, I have to admit a believer in religion, but I found this story very moving.
First published in Weird Tales, September 1928, ‘The Oath of Hul Jok’ is a direct sequel to ‘When the Green Star Waned’. This one is so, so good… and so, so wrong! On the one had, it’s a superb example of the sword and spaceship sub-genre as popularised by Edgar Rice Burroughs, Otis Adelbert Kline and Leigh Brackett. On the other hand it’s deeply sexist (albeit the women – referred to herein as the protagonist’s ‘Love-girls’, if you can believe it – do show themselves to be people to be reckoned with, once they’re no longer mind-controlled), pro- torture and pro-genocide.
It’s interesting to note that way back in 1928, Dyalhis had pretty much predicted the invention of computer tablets, with direct text messaging.
It wasn’t until the April 1932 issue that another Dyalhis story graced the pages of Weird Tales. ‘The Red Witch’ is a tale of reincarnation and eternal lovers. When Randall Crone falls in love with flame-tressed Rhoda Day, he soon finds he has a rival. We flash back to the stone age, when Ran Kron fights alongside the mighty Athak, eventually becoming his blood brother… until that is, Athak sets his sight on Ran’s beautiful bride, Red Dawn. Throw in a crippled weapon-maker/magic man and a mighty stone axe worthy of an H. Rider Haggard adventure and you get a pretty good page-turner of a story.
I was intrigued to find out if making ‘The Sapphire Goddess’ the title story had any reasoning behind it other than it was a cool title. Indeed it does have a lot going for it. Originally published in the February 1934 issue of Weird Tales, this is a classic sword and sorcery tale, which falls somewhere between the fantasies of Lord Dunsany and the more pulpy style of Robert E. Howard. There’s also a strong similarity to H.P. Lovecraft’s Dreamworlds stories. A modern day man (he was modern when it was written) finds himself transported back into the body of one of his previous incarnations, that of a great ruler in a classic fantasy realm. I can easily see this having been voted best story of the issue by Weird Tales readers. The editor states in his introduction that he thought it was the best story in the anthology Worlds of Weird (1965), which was where he first encountered Dyalhis’ work.
It was close to four years later, in December 1937, before Dyalhis was to return to the pages of Weird Tales. ‘The Sea-Witch’ was worth the wait! A truly excellent tale of Norse legend and long awaited justice, with a star-crossed lovers reincarnation element thrown in for good measure. As per usual for this author, it’s sword and sorcery with the emphasis heavily on the sorcery. This was the point at which I really began to be seriously depressed that Dyalhis wrote so few tales.
This excellent collection closes with ‘Heart of Atlantan’, which was published in the September 1940 issue of Weird Tales. Like ‘The Sea-Witch’, this one involves the narrator meeting and becoming rather enamoured with an ancient sorceress – this time, it’s the very lady who brought about the doom of Atlantis. Having accused Dyalhis previously of showing the sexist attitudes of his time, it can’t be denied that he certainly had a thing for immensely powerful women.
‘Heart of Atlantan’ was to be the very last story the World would see from The Mysterious Mr Dyalhis. There are only four more known stories not included in this collection. These are not fantasies, being two westerns and two crime stories, and three of them at least are very hard to track down. However, Wildside Press dedicated the fourth volume of their The Golden Age of Weird Fiction Megapack Kindle series to Nictzin Dyalhis and, along with six of the stories which can also be found in this volume, they included – ‘For Wounding—Retaliation’, originally published in the 20th November 1922 issue of Adventure.
This was his second ever story, his first having appeared in the 20th October 1932 issue of the same magazine. Since I have a copy of this ebook on my Kindle, I decided I may as well see how this story holds up…
I can’t deny that the writing style seemed a little less accomplished than in the fantasy stories, albeit that may be down to the fact that Dyalhis was attempting to take on a style that I’m less familiar with. The hero is an aged Native American – Pima to be exact – woman. The story is surprisingly anti-racist for the time, racism actually being a major factor of the story.
I asked Dave Ritzlin and he confirmed my theory that he limited The Sapphire Goddess: The Fantasies of Nictzin Dyalhis to the fantasy stories for the exact same reason that my own plans had stalled – simply because the other stories were too hard to find. It’s a shame, and I still hold out hope one day for a complete stories of Nictzin Dyalhis collection; you never know there may even turn out to be a few more that have yet to be uncovered.
The Sapphire Goddess is available in print, and a very affordable Kindle version of this book is also available through Amazon – links below:
Blimey, there’s a lot of creativity going on out there, so let’s slam out a mid-week medley of hot-off-the-press independent press projects. Today we spotlight author and publisher Nicole Givens Kurtz and her new supernatural private investigator mystery, a debut sword and soul fantasy novel from Sarah Macklin, and a new Mapp and Lucia book by Hugh Ashton. And we also have news of a big dark humour initiative from Crystal Lake Publishing – Coffee Beans and Conquest – in which that ancient reprobate John Linwood Grant himself is involved…
KILL THREE BIRDS
Nicole Givens Kurtz is an experienced American writer with many short stories and novels behind her, and she has a new book coming out on 20 July 2020, called Kill Three Birds.
“Sent to investigate a string of murders in a quiet remote egg, can Hawk Tasifa find the killer before she becomes the next target? Prentice Tasifa is an investigative hawk whose been deployed from The Order to the small egg of Gould, a mountain village. A missing girl had been found dead. Hawks investigate strange and difficult situations throughout the Kingdom of Aves. They can “see the unseen,” by accessing a unique ability to activate hawk-like vision, a trait they carry through their bloodlines. “When Prentice arrives in Gould, she soon discovers that there isn’t just one bird dead, but three. There’s a serial killer operating in Gould, and she has to find the person before she ends up next.”
And if you want to get a feel for what Nicole writes, you can read the first chapter of Kill Three Birds online simply by following this link:
“You wanna see what a killer looks like? Look in the reflecting glass,” Prentice Tasifa said over her shoulder. Her voice rose above the evening’s insects chittering. Not getting a reply, she stood up and looked over to Dove Baltazar. “Anyone is capable of killing.”
“Those that are with the goddess and follow along her path, don’t slaughter others.” Dove Baltazar said, with a sweeping arm across the bloodied body between him and Prentice. The white, gold-trimmed sleeves of his cloak just missed the carnage. “Hawk Prentice, try to remember how this woman lived. Holy. Pure.”
“She’s a teenager.”
Prentice pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. Baltazar, like most in the rural egg, was about to discover the true nature of human beings. Anyone was capable of great violence when dumped in the right situation. Doves like him only saw goodness in people. That was their role.
You check out the full range of Nicole’s writing through her Amazon author pages:
Regular listeners will know that we are always keen to support good small and independent presses, so we must mention that Nicole is also owner of Mocha Memoirs Press.
Mocha publish “engaging stories that amplify diverse experiences with vivid storytelling, robust protagonists, and fearless voices.”
And they do produce all sorts of fascinating books. We’ve been aware of them for a while because they have also published in another of our favourite areas, Holmesian pastiche and related fiction, such as with An Improbable Truth: The Paranormal Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, which came out in 2015.
You should definitely go check out their site and full catalogue:
Now, another new book from an independent press, this time from Milton Davis’s MVMedia. MV have a great range as well, but have been especially noted for their work on Sword and Soul. This fantasy/historical sub-genre brings Black fantasy characters to the fore and offers every reader a chance to go somewhere different. It abandons the pseudo-medieval European settings of most fantasy books, and takes us to rich new cultures, the perils of the open savannah, and Afrikan ports full of intrigue.
Sword and Soul not only gives Black readers real involvement in the action, but at the same time it’s a shot in the arm for the Fantasy genre as a whole (we’d recommend something like MVMedia’s Griots collection of short stories as an introduction to the fun — and fear).
This week MVMedia have published Sarah Macklin’s debut novel (we’ve already nabbed a copy to see what she’s come up with). The Royal Heretic is out right now.
“Bakari is the netkoleh, ruler of the Ega empire and the living embodiment of the gods. When his eldest son and heir falls ill and dies, Bakari drowns in despair. He decides that the gods are nonexistent and bans the empire’s religion. He expects the people to rejoice at being “liberated” but talk of rebellion soon begins instead.
“In the north, in a long ago conquered kingdom, the second queen of the empire is sent to deliver the news. Her father, the king, wants to bargain with the netkoleh but she and her siblings know the man can’t be reasoned with. Their religion was the last bit of dignity th Ega had left their people. To defy this decree will bring the wrath of the netkoleh down on their lands and hopefully the path to freedom.”
“Macklin has created a vibrant world with a conflict that is simultaneously deeply personal and epic in scope. Do not miss this one!” Rodney Turner, Microphones of Madness
The Royal Heretic is available in print and epub directly from MVMedia and on Amazon (all three links below)
Also on our ‘Must Read’ pile is Hugh Ashton’s sequel to his recent (and delightftul) short novel in the style of E F Benson, Mapp at 50. Faithful to Benson’s original Mapp and Lucia stories, we are once again drawn into a delightfully wry, very English world of village intrigues, posturing and general cattiness, with the new Mapp’s Return, from j-views Publishing. A beautiful cover again, as well.
“Since the disaster that was her fiftieth birthday party, Elizabeth Mapp-Flint has been avoiding Tilling society. But just as she decides to re-enter the round of bridge parties and dainty teas, an unexpected visitor to Mallards throws her plans for a triumphant return as the social leader of Tilling into confusion. Lucia and Georgie, Diva, the Padre and Evie, the Wyses, and quaint Irene (and of course, Major Benjy and Mapp herself) all come alive again in this tale of genteel snobbery and social climbing.”
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Do you like Holmes, M R James, strange investigations, Victorian tales, and period drawings? Of course you do, so today, dear listener, we offer chaotic interconnections, as we recently found something online we rather liked. No, not chicken carcasses this time, but art by Sidney Paget, the great Holmes illustrator, gifted to the co-creator of detective Flaxman Low, writer Hesketh Prichard, by none other than SirArthur Conan Doyle!
For quick context, writer Hesketh Prichard (of whom we say much more later) was a friend of Conan Doyle, and a fellow member of the Authors Cricket Club, founded in 1892. You can see both of them in the photograph below:
Authors v Artists, May 1903: Authors in back row, left to right: E. W. Hornung (1st), E. V. Lucas (2nd), P. G. Wodehouse (3rd), J. C. Snaith (4th), A. C. Doyle (6th), H. V. Hesketh-Prichard (7th), A. Kinross (furthest right). Front row: S. F. Bullock (2nd from left), J. M. Barrie (3rd from right), G. C. Ives (2nd from right), A. E. W. Mason (sitting on ground).
J M Barrie and Conan Doyle both encouraged Hesketh Prichard to write fiction, and it seems that Conan Doyle gave at least two copies of Sidney Paget’s Holmes illustrations to his friend.
One was the plate “Is there any other point which I can make clear?” from the ‘The Adventure of the Naval Treaty’. The other is shown here, “Look at that with your magnifying glass, Mr. Holmes” from ‘The Adventure of the Norwood Builder’. Note the inscription…
Rather neat, we thought. And searching around, it seems that more details of the nature and whereabouts of Paget’s Holmes illustrations can be found here, on a site dedicated to tracing them: http://www.bestofsherlock.com/sidney-paget-original-art.htm
HOLMES AND THE WEIRD
Following those links, now to a tale which manages to include both Flaxman Low and Sherlock Holmes whilst at the same time following up on elements of an M R James story.
Some time back we delved into the issue of Sherlock Holmes pastiches and wilder re-imaginings of the Great Detective (see our article shades of sherlock). And we said that we ourselves liked and wrote straight, canonical Holmes adventures, but that sometimes a really well-written excursion into the supernatural could work.
Since then, old greydog has edited two chunky volumes of such stories for Belanger Books, Sherlock Holmes & the Occult Detectives, with tales which question or reinforce Holmes’s scepticism. Both volumes are out now, some 700pp of mystery and malevolence.
Anyway, back then, we also mentioned The Improbable Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (ed. John Joseph Adams, 2009), but had only dipped in and out of that anthology.
Afterwards, we came across this review, entirely by accident, on Goodreads:
The Things That Shall Come Upon Them (Barbara Roden)
“…this story should be taken as the model for Holmes-meets-Occult kind of adventures… But more importantly, in this story Sherlock Holmes does NOT do anything that goes against the canonical template of his thoughts & action, and the supernatural element is presented with its chilling moments and menace through the interpretations of the events as done by Flaxman Low… And the topping is that the story actually ties up a few loose ends in one of the greatest horror stories of all times (clue: the most-anthologised story by M.R. James).”
The tale was originally published in the Gaslight Grimoire anthology in 2008. In the introduction to it in Improbable Adventures, the author says:
“The story setting – Lufford Abbey – former home of Julian Karswell of M R James’s classic ‘Casting the Runes’ – came after I watched, with our son, the film version of ‘Casting the Runes’, Night of the Demon, and found myself wondering what happened to Karswell’s home after he died in somewhat mysterious circumstances, in France. The involvement of a ‘Dr Watson’ in James’s story was a gift from the writing gods.”
And here, for reference, is Dr Watson, from M R James’s text:
The conductor George was thoughtful, and appeared to be absorbed in calculations as to the number of passengers. On arriving at his house he found Dr Watson, his medical man, on his doorstep. ‘I’ve had to upset your household arrangements, I’m sorry to say, Dunning. Both your servants hors de combat. In fact, I’ve had to send them to the Nursing Home.’
‘Good heavens! what’s the matter?’
‘It’s something like ptomaine poisoning, I should think: you’ve not suffered yourself, I can see, or you wouldn’t be walking about. I think they’ll pull through all right.’
from that wonderful film ‘night of the demon’
THE THAMES HORROR and Other Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, four of Barbara Roden’s Holmesian tales including the above, is also available from Amazon and Calabash Press:
Finally we travel from Arthur and Monty directly to Hesketh, and in relation to Paget’s work, consider some illustrations by B E Minns.
Benjamin Edwin Minns (1863 – 1937) was a leading Australian watercolorist, but from 1895 to 1915, he worked in England, contributing to St Paul’s Magazine, Punch, The Strand Magazine, the Bystander and other publications as well as sending drawings to The Bulletin.
b e minns self-portrait 1928
(We can’t help feeling that Minns looks rather like M R James in the painting above)
As part of his work for London publishers, he produced a series of plates for Flaxman Low’s adventures in 1899…
HESKETH, VAYDOUX AND SLOTHS
We think it’s fair to say that if you are called Hesketh Vernon Hesketh-Prichard (1876-1922) and nicknamed ‘Hex’ at school, you ought to do something interesting with your life. The fascinating HVH-P did not let anyone down.
‘hex’
He hunted for (probably) extinct giant sloths in South America, helped counter German snipers on the Great War, played a mean game of cricket (as above), and explored the world. Through Trackless Labrador is one of his, for example, and he brought back some of the first reports of vodoun from the interior of Haiti. He could have been invented for the Boy’s Own Library.
In 1899, Prichard was the first white man to cross the interior of the black island republic since 1803, and he wrote a rather prejudiced book about it called Where Black Rules White. The nasty politics of the period (and basic humanity aside), it does include an interesting chapter on Vaydoux (voodoo, vodoun), where he describes practices he saw for his own eyes:
‘funeral in hayti’ 1890s
“As she danced she cleared her throat and spat with a noise like artillery coming into action. The huge black woman in the centre droned on, and to the drum-beat was added the chink of a key on metal. The Mamaloi quickened in her sinuous dancing. The heat was terrific; humanity sweltered there. And over all presided a portrait of the German Emperor, whose eye I seemed to catch at this juncture.
“The Papaloi, a small and filthy old man, crouched at one side, as the Mamaloi caught the cock from the hands of the big woman, and, holding it by the neck, flung it over her head and shoulder. Her face was distorted with frenzy; round and round she twisted, accompanied by a swifter measure of the same dead song. She laid the cock upon the heads of the worshippers and began to whirl more and more rapidly to the hurrying, maddening drumming. Suddenly she straightened her arm, spun the cock round and round, its flapping wings beating impotently upon the air. A snowstorm of feathers floated up as she stood with rapt eyes and bared teeth, twirling; then she flung up her hand, and the headless body flew over her shoulder.
“Her excitement was horrible; she pressed the bleeding neck to her lips, and, when she slowly withdrew her hand, stood for an instant fixed and immovable, her lips and teeth stained red.”
With his mother Kate O’Brien Ryall Prichard, ‘Hex’ wrote a series of occult detective stories. She also accompanied him on some of his travels, but that’s another matter…
THE FLAXMAN LOW STORIES
Warning: Occasional spoilers do follow.
M R James, said of the stories which follow:
“K and Hesketh Prichard’s ‘Flaxman Low’ is most ingenious and successful but rather over-technically ‘occult’”
The adventures of Flaxman Low were originally attributed to E and H Heron, possibly because the printers couldn’t fit both their full names on the covers. Published in 1898-99, there were twelve stories in total, stories which brought his character onto the occult detective roll of honour. These tales are interesting, unusual and come with a twist of the new science of psychology (these are the 1890s, remember). But wait…
We re-read the Heron family, and realised that this stuff is, in fact, frequently nuts. Enjoyable, but nuts. The detective himself is “one of the leading scientists of the day”, whose real name is not disclosed. He is also an accomplished sportsman, and a record-breaking hammer-thrower, strong and lean with a high forehead, long neck and thin moustache. We learn this early on, which gets us all a-quiver and ready for the horrors.
And boy did we have trouble picking which horrors to feature. So much gold in a shallow river. We have rarely felt so dumbfounded when we put a book down. Here are two of Flaxman Low’s encounters and discoveries, to give you the idea:
A dead black servant found mouldering in a tiny cupboard after growing poisonous fungi, derived from deadly African spores, in there. Helpfully we are told: “how or why he made use of them are questions that can never be cleared up now”.
A ghost which eventually turns into a vampire which decides to inhabit the remains of a recently-unwrapped Egyptian mummy. As an extra, the ghost/vampire/mummy may have come originally from an ancient barrow-mound. It’s like the entire Hammer Horror catalogue in twelve pages.
Flaxman Low the Man has a number of noble characteristics, apart from his high forehead. Firstly, he attributes almost everything to his advanced knowledge of psychology and study of psychic manifestations. When he can’t really answer someone’s question, he helpfully replies:
“Everybody who…. investigates the phenomena of spiritism will, sooner or later, meet in them some perplexing element, which is not to be explained by any of the ordinary theories. For reasons into which I need not now enter, this present case appears to me to be one of these.”
A wonderful paragraph, which in greydog’s humbler stories would have been rendered thus:
Inspector Chiltern: What was that, then?
Henry: Haven’t the faintest, old chap.
Secondly, he decides for quite unknown reasons to put everyone in danger (except himself) by declaring halfway through most stories that he has pretty much solved the case but won’t give them the answer until lots more harm has been done. We felt very Miss Marple sometimes, even at the end:
“But Aunt Jane, you still haven’t explained how the one-armed werewolf which killed Colonel Smythe knew that the spectral squid would be blamed…”
Thirdly, he likes burning/shooting/knocking things down as a quick end to the matter. If he had been written with a touch more Indiana Jones, the stories would be perfect. We have to commend to you the final scene with the barrow-wight/ghost/vampire/mummy, in which it is despatched by putting the bullet-riddled and beaten remains into a boat and giving them a Viking funeral. You couldn’t make this up – except the Heron family did.
There are tales in the collection which have genuine merit, but you have to pick and choose. To finish this piece we want to ruin one particular tale in more detail. The Story of the Spaniards, Hammersmith is the first Low appearance. It starts with the traditional motif of Flaxman Low being called in by a chum. The chum has inherited a house, and surprisingly, the house can’t be let for long because the tenants run away or shoot out the skirting boards. Financially embarrassed, the chum asks for help, and…
This story is wonderful, especially as it veers into Lovecraft before Lovecraft in its descriptions:
“The sensation he experienced as it moved was of some ponderous, pulpy body, not crawling or creeping, but spreading… then he became conscious of a pair of glassy eyes, with livid, everted lids, looking into his own… they were watery, like the eyes of a dead fish, and gleamed with a pale, internal lustre.”
This description follows the sighting of a bladder-like object regularly going into one of the rooms, but never there when pursued. “The bladder-like object may be the key to the mystery.” Low pronounces before any real investigation has started. There’s a detective for you.
It turns out that a leprous uncle who disappeared had died in the house, and is haunting it. Flaxman Low has a novel solution – they pull the house down. In doing so they find a malformed skeleton “under the boarding at an angle of the landing”. Low reveals that the uncle’s spirit has been intermittently animating the remains, at which point we kneel before Hesketh Vernon Hesketh Pritchard (and his mum) in awe.
You see, the bladder object was a bandaged, leprous foot, apparently visible when the rest of the body was not; marks on the sand-strewn landing were caused by walking sticks – lame ghost, apparently; the spirit had somehow become huge and pulpy despite animating a wrecked skeleton, and anyway, the leprous uncle who could hardly move had for some reason hidden himself ingeniously under the landing floorboards before he died.
We so get it. And there are many different versions of the collected tales available, new or second-hand, some of which only include six stories – look for the longer editions if you want to get all twelve.
The excellent blog site Skulls in the Stars has a nice summary of Flaxman Low, and it seems a shame not to quote that:
Preferred tools: encyclopedic knowledge of the supernatural,
incredible observational skills
Opponents: malevolent spirits
Success rate: Above average
Affectations: Always has a theory, but hardly ever shares it
Quotation: “Yet I can assure you that if you take the trouble to glance through the pages of the psychical periodicals you will find many statements at least as wonderful.”
Assessment: Low is a moderately good psychic investigator, though a relatively passive one. He allows skeptical and unprepared bystanders to accompany him on dangerous cases far too often. Furthermore, he is often slow to act, to such an extent that people often die before the problem gets resolved. Still, he knows his supernatural phenomena, and he generally puts an end to the troubling manifestations.
We applaud Skulls in the Stars, a site which manages to combine optics and physics with a love of classic pulp and horror. Such an animal suits our own lurcher-and-weird-fiction outlook. You can find it here: skulls in the stars
And there you have him, Flaxman Low, the occult detective with a difference. You really have been warned. For more on occult detctives in general, purchase a copy of Occult Detective Magazine, and see other pages here, or call in at Tim Prasil‘s site, which includes a very helpful chronology:
