Happy
Halloween, everyone. I am working on a critical history of the British short
story and thought in honor of Halloween this year, I would post a brief
discussion from the draft of that book on a couple of the best-known spooky
stories of the late great Walter de la Mare.
In
his study The Short Story in English,
Walter Allen calls Walter de la Mare the most distinguished of the writers who
made the Edwardian age a "haunted period" in English literature (88). Part of the reason is the poetic
"dignity" of de la Mare as opposed to what is often called the
"crude Gothicism" of his contemporaries. David Daiches says in The Present Age in British Literature that de la Mare's particular
escape from external reality does not lead him to self-indulgent dreaming but
often to "a magical brooding over the sense of loss and mystery that lies
at the heart of experience" (186). Lord David Cecil in The Fine Art of Reading calls de la Mare
a symbolist for whom the outer world is only an "incarnation of an
internal drama." He says de la Mare
is concerned with the most profound human issues, particularly the central
issue of whether the world has any objective existence or whether it is a
reflection of the mind which alters depending on the mood and character of the
observer (222). It is obvious that these comments suggest the basically
romantic nature of de la Mare's work and thus align it emphatically with the
short story genre itself.
Walter
de la Mare's most basic characteristic, which makes his work stand out from the
work of his contemporaries is what Cecil calls its poetic and lyrical nature, a
characteristic which many seem to feel is lacking in the stories of the other
Edwardian writers. Most particularly,
this poetic nature seems reflected in what Cecil calls de la Mare's fascination
with the elfin and the odd and his "curious bias toward the
miniature" (220). As opposed to
other Edwardian short-story writers, de la Mare, says Cecil, uses ghosts not as
devices to arouse shudders, but rather as symbols of the eternal world of the
spirit. Children are often used in his
stories because they, living largely in the imagination, are less likely than
adults to believe that the material world is the only reality. For de la Mare, only the imagination makes
reality significant, and what we call external reality itself is like a dream.
All
of these characteristics, which are actually characteristics of the short story
genre itself, can be seen most readily in de la Mare's two best-known and most
anthologized stories, "The Creatures" and "The Riddle,"
neither of which have received much critical comment. "The Creatures" is built, as many
short stories are, on the model of "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner,"
in which the conveyor of the tale to the reader is made to listen to a tale
told to him by a stranger he meets on a railway car. The story the stranger tells is in many ways
like a set piece; he begins by establishing his philosophic position about the
nature of reality and then narrates an experience that seems to illustrate the
position. The basic philosophic point of
view is the one that Cecil says characterizes de la Mare's work--that the world
is a dream created by consciousness.
The
story recounts an experience in the teller's past when he chanced upon one of
the talented few who seem to be aware of the imaginative nature of reality; the meeting occurred when
he himself wandered in search of "that unforeseen nowhere for which the
heart, the fantasy aches." In his
travels he hopes to get lost, for "How shall a man find his way unless he
lose it?" and stumbles into a "country of dream" wherein reason
is left behind, and in solitude the spirit "realizes that it treads the
outskirts of a region long since called the Imagination."
His
encounter with the region's inhabitants--a bent-up woman, a dark gaunt man, and
their two dwarfish children--seems very similar to the kind of experience that
H.G. Wells uses in "The Country of the Blind" but which Turgenev
makes more meaningful in "Bezhin Meadow." The realm is some country half-way between
reality and imagination, yet the people who inhabit it seem real. The teller realizes, for example, that the
man is one of the small tribe of the aloof, such as hermits, lamas, fakirs and
such. The children appear as if
"animal and angel had connived in their creation" although they are
actually dwarfish. The narrator feels he has come back to the borders of
Eden--"gazing from out of dream into dream, homesick,
'forsaken.'" However, the problem
of the story, as is usual in such stories, is that the nature of the reality of
the creatures is not made clear. On the
one hand, they seem real yet strange; on the other hand, the narrator feels
that he has entered for a few moments into a "strange region of
consciousness."
After
returning from the otherworldly region, the narrator asks a pig-like woman of
the village about the farm he has visited; her response makes the status of the
strange people even more problematical and ambiguous. When the woman asks if the narrator has seen
any of the Creatures, the narrator is startled, for the ambiguity of the word
suggests that the creatures are indeed inhabitants of another realm of reality,
that is until the narrator realizes that Creatures is the name of the host and
that Maria and Christus are the names of the two gardeners. The woman's story
is of a man--a stranger and a pilgrim--who came there in the past and made his
home at the farm. She also tells, as
part of what the narrator calls her "absurd story," of a woman from
the sea who was either dumb or inarticulate who gave birth to two children who
were simple, "naturals." She
tells the narrator that the woman is buried in the neighboring churchyard that
he might visit. When he does visit it,
the last words of the story list what is written on her stone: Feminina Creature.
This
final ambiguity about the nature of the creatures--that is whether they are
creatures from another realm of reality or whether they are actually people
named Creature--is the central ambiguity of the story itself. The question remains unresolved, for the
inscription on the stone of the woman could suggest her name as well as her
status--that is as an image of the Jungian anima figure who suggests
imagination and unitive knowledge itself.
"The
Creatures" is a story about the ambiguity that results when reality and
dream, consciousness and unconsciousness seem to interpenetrate and remain
inextricably entangled. The journey the
narrator makes is both to a realm of reality and to a realm of consciousness. The Creatures are indeed creatures, for they
have isolated themselves away from the external world to live within their own
self-constructed imaginative world. What
happens in this story, just as it happens in Turgenev's "Bezhin
Meadow," is that the narrator stumbles into the world of the imagination,
into the world of folk song and story; for within that very world are those
that have transformed themselves into the characters or creatures of
story.
De
la Mare's other often-anthologized story, "The Riddle," is an
unabashed parable, for the riddle exists not within the story, but is the
story--a puzzle that readers must solve themselves. Once again the puzzle focuses on whether the
characters are real or exist in some realm of reality other than the
natural. de la Mare was once asked if
the children died and if he meant to make the grandmother a sinister figure, to
which he answered that the children did die and that he did not make the
grandmother any more sinister than she appeared to be. Such a question can only arise if one takes
the characters to be real rather than representative. However, even if one takes them to be
representative, the events of the story make it difficult to understand what
exactly it is that they represent.
The
story begins like a fairy tale in which the children come to visit the
grandmother and she tells them that they may play anywhere in the house except
in the room where an old trunk sits. Of
course, as is typical of such fairy stories, it is to the old oak trunk that
the children go first, and one by one and then two by two they disappear into
it. The clue to the meaning of the
disappearance of the children lies within the means by which they
disappear. At first, Henry goes into the
chest when he has memories of his mother who used to read to him. Then Matilda goes into the chest singing
songs about the absent Henry. Harriet
and William go into the chest while pretending to be Sleeping Beauty and the
Prince who comes to awaken her. Dorothea
and James go in while playing a pretend game about being Eskimos fishing. Finally, Ann, the oldest, goes into the trunk
during a dream after she has been reading a story about fairies and gnomes.
It seems clear that the children's entrance
into the chest comes in the midst of experiences outside the present world of
everyday reality--in memory, in fairy tale, in play, and in dream. Consequently, one need believe that the
children die or that the grandmother is evil, but rather that the children's
disappearance into the trunk marks an abrupt departure from reality via the
world of fantasy and play into another realm that inevitably takes them away
from the grandmother. At the end of the
story, the old woman's mind is a "tangled skein of memories--laughter and
tears, and little children now old-fashioned, and the advent of friends, and
long farewells."
The
story must be read in a different way from "The Creatures," for here,
we cannot take the characters literally, but must see them as metaphors for the
boundary line that separates the world of childhood from the world of external
reality. The fact that the grandmother
and the trunk are the vehicles for this significance is not made clear in the
story, except by the suggestion that she herself is the conventional figure of
the conventional fairy story which the children inhabit in their childlike
world.
2 comments:
Thanks for another thought-provoking post. I hadn't paid attention to Walter de la Mare since high school anthologies. I went away and read 'The Riddle'. I do like stories that flirt with the magical!
''The Riddle" about the onset of Alzheimer's?
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