As an enormous fan of the literary ghost story, I often worry if I've already drank dry all the wells of the masters of the genre and there's nothing left to discover. Multiple times a year I get the itch to read the work of a new ghost story author in the off-chance they're the hidden gem I was looking for. They rarely are though. Most are perfectly fine. Some are bad. That's how I came to Bernard Capes, as another forgotten writer who maybe could scratch that itch.
I was incredibly impressed, frankly blown away. I'd heard that Robert Aickman was a big fan of Bernard Capes which makes perfect sense. Many of Capes' stories remind of Aickman. But more he feels like the lost link between a writer like M.R. James and a writer like Walter de la Mare. The incredible thing is that he came before both of them (in fact his story "A Queer Picture" bears a worrisome amount of similarities with James' "The Mezzotint"). It's fitting though, his plots seem very ahead of their time and certainly incredibly different from his fellow Victorians. It's not just that they're darker or more sordid, they feel much more creative and almost deranged. Like in Walter De La Mare's tales, crucial events happen incredibly quickly and with very little explanation and you're often left in the dark about what actually happened. There's magic to that when it's done well and in Capes' work I think it is. Capes' plots feel like they came from a writer living half a decade later.
Which makes his writing style more interesting. If his plots are ahead of his time, his writing style certainly is not. He has this incredibly strange, over-wrought, verbose style. Bordering on purple. But Capes does it well and I absolutely loved it. You feel cocooned in this cozy strange world of nice words and lovely descriptions in the stories' beginnings which is a perfect contrast to the ghoulish events that unfold. Just take this sentence from "William Tyrwhitt's Copy:"
"the air and the sea were so still that one could hear the oysters snoring in their beds; and the little frizzle of surf on the beach was like to the sound of dreaming ears of bacon frying in the kitchens of the blest."
Aickman writes that Capes wrote "as if he were writing under the influence of drink." Seems harsh but the more I read the more I got it. It's this odd mix of pompous and antiquated but demented and ghoulish. Events unfold like they are engineered by a madman but everything exists in this verbose world of long-winded and beautiful writing. I think Capes might be a new favorite of mine. And I feel incredibly cheated that he is so hard to find and forgotten. I'm excited to champion him to anybody who will listen though.
None of the stories are too long. There are a mix of 20-ish page stories alternated with very short conte cruel pieces that are a handful of pages or less. Even if they are definitely more minor works, I thoroughly enjoyed many of the extremely short stories like "The Shadow Dance," "The Apothecary's Revenge," and "The Vanishing House." I didn't really enjoy the title story, which is written in a tiresome 15th century pastiche style. Two of the longer stories, "An Accursed Cordonnier" and "A Gallow's Bird," didn't wow me despite original ideas. Stories I liked are: "Dark Dignum," "The White Hare," and "The Green Bottle." There were definitely stories I loved though. Here they are:
William Tyrwhitt's Copy - Bad title, incredible story. Two rather anemic editor characters go to the seaside to rest their nerves and stumble across a strange house with a life-size model pirate ship cabin in its basement. Things go south when they meet the bizarre' rooms owner. Beautiful prose, horribly creepy denouement. Perhaps one of my favorite ghost stories I've read in years.
The Sword of Colonel Lacoste - An awesome historical werewolf story. Fantastic atmosphere and characters, the intro pages especially are amazing.
Poor Lucy Rivers - A story of a haunted type-writer and its owner. This is an example of a story featuring a ghost that is meant to be sympathetic but is still genuinely scary. The end is incredibly sad and haunting and affecting.
The Marble Hands - A short and incredibly icky story. A notorious and prominent local woman has two marble hands build coming out of the ground directly ahead of her gravestone.
The Mask - My favorite "haunted portrait" story I've ever read. Fantastic, creeping atmosphere with a truly horrific villain that feels out of M.R. James. Though the surreal, bewitching prose does not.
The Moon Stricken - When I say Capes is ahead of his time, I mean stories like this. Just read it. I don't want to give anything away. But this piece of proto weird fiction deserves to be beloved and anthologized everywhere in the same was as Blackwood's "The Willows." Such a great story.
An Eddy on the Floor - Probably the most famous of these stories (which doesn't mean much because its Capes) and definitely the longest. A man becomes a doctor at a prison ran by a beloved and humanistic prison reformer. There, he becomes troubled by a forbidden empty cell and what he sees inside. A twisted story of revenge and bitterness that asks disturbing questions about when a "good" man must wrestle with his past mistakes. It really reminds me of a De La Mare story in how nightmarish and purposefully obfuscated many of the story's scariest moments are, though things are neatly tied up with a particularly horrible anecdote at the end. A ghost story classic that deserves its roses.
Capes is awesome and is proof that I need to keep up my impossible quest of looking through forgotten horror writers to find buried treasure. I want to read more by him, but am troubled it wont be as good as this.
October 2025 Haunted Library 3/8