Happy Halloween to all those who
treasure that holiday. It has always been my younger daughter's favorite
holiday. This morning when I went to her house to pick something up, I made my
way to the door through a yard peppered with ghastly hands sticking out of the
ground, a coffin near the steps, and a female skeleton lounging seductively on
the porch. My 3-year old grandaughter loves it as much as her mother does.
I usually try to post something
relevant to the spooky holiday each year.
This year, since I am working on a history of the British Short Story,
and since "weird" tales are a hallmark of the mid to late nineteenth
century in England, I thought I would
post an excerpt on Algernon Blackwood from my book in progress. If you have not read "The Willows,"
you might find it just the thing to give you chills on this haunted holiday.
In her Introduction to the 2014 Best American Short Stories, Jennifer Egan
says the single factor that made her decide which stories to include in the
volume was its basic power to make her lose her bearings, "to envelop me
in a fictional world." This is the basis of the magic of that archetypal
story collection, 1001 Nights, for as
you read those stories that contain stories within stories, you move farther
and farther away from any sense of phenomental reality and more and more into a purely fictional
construct—what might be called the 1001
Nights, in which you move farther and farther away from phenomenal reality
and more and more into the world of story.
Actually, it might make more sense
to call everyday reality a fictional construct, merely an assumption that
novelists more often than not take as the only real. For the short-story writer, revelation
reality is true reality, just as for primitive man, sacred reality was the only
reality, and profane reality was just an illusion that merely made everyday
experience possible.
In a letter written late in his life
to Peter Penzoldt (author of the 1952 study, The Supernatural in Fiction), Algernon Blackwood, British writer
famous for his "weird" stories, insisted that his primary concern was not with
the ghost story but stories of extended consciousness. "My fundamental
interest, I suppose, is signs and proofs of other powers that lie hidden in us
all; the extension, in other words, of human faculty."
H. P. Lovecraft has called "The
Willows" the foremost Blackwood tale, an opinion with which many critics
of the supernatural story agree. And indeed it is a story that seems typical of
Blackwood's thematic structure of having an average man, through a "flash
of terror or beauty," experience something beyond the sensory reality of
the everyday. The ambiguity, as is usually the case in nineteenth-century short
fiction, results from being unable to decide if the experience actually occurs
in the world of the story or whether the events are hallucinated by the
character. Such a question about reality
in fiction is only troublesome when one takes the story as the mimetic
presentation of a phenomenal event, rather than taking the story's fictionality
as its true subject.
The
tension between external and internal reality in "The Willows" is
embodied as a tension between "place as symbol" and "mind as
style"; what is most strongly foregrounded is the "world of
willows" as a place that has become animated and significant and the
narrator's obsessive mental response to it. Although the events of the story
could have taken less than half its 18,000-word length to recount, the primary
action of the story consists of the characters thinking about the situation;
the effect of the mysterious place is repeated over and over again obsessively.
The mysterious mental experience
begins with two events in the real world, events, however, fraught with initial
misapprehension. At first, the two see a
man's body bobbing up and down in the water, which they then laughingly
recognize as an otter. Almost immediately,
they see a man in a boat making signs to them, including the sign of the Cross,
an event the Swede accounts for by the peasant's misapprehension that he
probably thought the two were spirits.
These two experiences are referred to as real, distinct events, unusual
in such a place, but events nonetheless.
At this point begins the narrator's obsessive reflection on the place,
and he feels glad that the Swede is a practical and unimaginative man. However, as the story progresses, the Swede
regularly puts into words what the narrator is thinking and feeling.
The
first manifestation of the animated life of the place occurs at night when the
narrator sees huge figures moving across the tops of the willows, which he
hopes will resolve themselves into an optical illusion. "I searched everywhere for a proof of
reality, when all the while I understood quite well that the standards of
reality had changed." He knows the
figures are real, but not real according to the standards of the camera and the
biologist. His first response is that
they are the personified forces of the place itself, and he recalls stories and
legends of such primitive animistic beliefs.
However, he continues to reason that the moonlight and branches have
created the pictures of the figures of the imagination and that he has
projected them outwards to make them appear objective, to create a vivid
hallucination.
The
external world seems to alter even more, as naturally the river floods higher
to make the island smaller, and supernaturally the willows seem to move closer
to the tent to create a sense of suffocation.
Moreover, a change begins to take place internally in the minds of both
the characters; without having to talk about it, both are aware of the
ominousness of the place as if both consciousness have become merged. The dialogue between the two suggests a mind
wrestling with itself, as the narrator tries to find explanations for
everything the Swede articulates. The
loss of one of the oars and the tear in the canoe are real manifestations, but
the cause of the events is made ambiguous by the narrator's suspicion that the
Swede has gone insane or has conspired with the mysterious forces. Both men
independently come to the conclusion that the attack from the place will come through
their minds, and the Swede urges them not to talk about it, because "what
one thinks finds expression in words, and what one says,
happens."
However, they do talk about it, with
the Swede flinging sentences into the emptiness which corroborate the thoughts
of the narrator, sentences so fragmented and inconsequential as to suggest that
the main line of the Swede's thought are secret to himself and the fragments he
found it impossible to digest. The Swede
voices the thoughts of both men by saying that they have strayed out of a safe
line into a spot where the veil between their realm of three-dimensional
reality and a fourth dimension had been worn thin--a trespass which would cost
them their lives by a mental rather than a physical process. In that sense,
says the Swede, and thinks the narrator, they would be "victims of our own
adventure--a sacrifice."
This is probably the key phrase in
the story, for indeed, "The Willows" is about the process of
characters becoming victims of their own adventure--which they characterize as
either a personification of the elements or as a trespass on some ancient
shrine. In either case, the place is one
of spirit, in terms of fictional reality, a place of atmosphere. "The very atmosphere had proved itself a
magnifying medium to distort every indication: the otter rolling in the
current, the hurrying boatman making signs, the shifting willows, one and all
had been robbed of its natural character, and revealed in something of its
other aspect--as it existed across the border of that other region."
This
unearthly order of experience is the order of fictional reality itself, an
order of reality that the characters have entered into in much the same way
that both the fairy tale and the early nineteenth-century German novelle
presents characters from the external world entering into a dream-like or
purely subjective world which seems both of the artist's making and at the same
time a projection of the mental processes of the characters themselves. The willows exist within the world of the
story as created by the author, but also seem projections of the
characters. As the Swede says,
"Above all, don't think, for what you think happens!"
The unified consciousness of the two
persists until the narrator saves the Swede from throwing himself into the
water and they find a corpse which the Swede says is a victim that the forces
have wanted. In the conclusion of the
story, as the corpse is released from the willow roots and floats away out of
sight, it turns "over and over on the waves like an otter." With this "real event," the story
concludes by returning on itself to the opening event that began the
adventure.
The
basic problem in reading such a story as this is to determine whether the
events take place in a realm of reality other than the natural world or whether
all is a function of hallucination. Such a problem must be dealt with in the
short story by understanding the story as constituting a fictional realm in
itself wherein the natural world has already been transformed by the symbolic
power of the author's imagination and wherein there are no multiple human
consciousness, but rather only the single consciousness of the maker of the
experience.
In "The Willows" the narrator
both makes the story and experiences it. This is not the same as saying that
this is a story about hallucination within the action, but rather that the
entire story is an hallucination in which the imagination is projected both on
the external world and on the minds of the characters. What Blackwood thinks does exist is a
projection of the imagination itself. We
come to the story, just as the characters come to the island, with the willows
already transformed by Blackwood into symbols.
Inside the tale, the narrator sustains the plot by "thinking"
the thoughts the Swede expresses and thinking into existence the actions of the
mysterious willows. The story ends when
a "real event" outside the thought processes of the narrator occurs
and breaks up the projected illusion of the story itself.
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