“You! Yes, you, with the red feather. No, not you. The stout lady in front. Yes, you! There is a spirit building up behind you.”
(1926) A new world, the end of the world, and now… the world hereafter. The Professor Challenger series can be seen as a trilogy representing the spiritual journey from life to death to the afterlife. This was probably unintentional or perhaps post hoc, but I wouldn’t put anything past Doyle.
“Malone noted the point as one which he could use for destructive criticism. He was just jotting it down when the woman’s voice sounded louder and, looking up, he found that she had turned her head and her spectacles were flashing in his direction.”
I knew going in that this novel was a thinly disguised spiritualist symposium, that Doyle was by now getting old (67), and moreover that the Professor Challenger connection was a bait-and-switch.
“It was like another world when they came out into the frosty air, and saw the taxis bearing back the pleasure seekers from theatre or cinema palace.”
What I didn’t know was how delightful it all is: entertaining, snug, kooky, and full of spooky effects. Whenever detective novel fans review a non-detective novel, you can discount the low ratings. All they like is Sherlock, all they know is the same formula over and over. No wonder Doyle rued being known for his weakest stuff (and I say this as a Sherlock fan myself). And in the case of this novel you also need to factor in the modern disdain for religion. Yes, the spiritualism movement was risible, but the enlightened reviewers here would sneer just as much if this were a Christian novel.
”Some are mischievous children like the poltergeists. And some—only a few, I hope—are deadly beyond words, strong, malevolent creatures too heavy with matter to rise above our earth plane…”
There’s not so much a plot as a paranormal extravaganza. The book is part Ghost (1990), part Ghostbusters, with its psychic researchers and ectoplasm, part The Exorcist, and all propaganda. But it’s propaganda dramatized. There’s a courtroom drama, a night-in-a-haunted-house subplot, evil spirits and evil psychics, a big (surprisingly relevant) debate that ends in riot (similar to how the series began, but this time Professor Challenger is the loser). There’s also a storyline with a Dickensian ruffian which I didn’t care for. Only intermittently does the novelist segue into the educator. Your mileage may vary with this. I didn’t mind it so much because the lessons, usually in dialogue, are breezy, and the whole thing was interesting to me just as an artifact. One notable feature, in this regard, is how Christian the spiritualist movement described is—not what you’d expect today, but it makes perfect sense that that’s how it started. There are prayers and hymns and talk of Christ mixed in with the New Age mumbo jumbo. The seances and such appeared to me like magic shows run by acting troupes (sorry, Conan Doyle). I thought it was funny that the spirits raised are often exotic characters like American Indians or a little black girl from the South—clearly a tell that the participants were reading too many dime novels.
“Come back, if you can, Malone, and let me hear your adventures among the insane.”
Doyle’s personal story here is very compelling to me. It’s sad, yet there’s a nobility to it. And he’s so intelligent, lends all his formidable eloquence to his detractors with such fairness, and anticipates and voices their myriad counterarguments so well, in order to forestall them, that it does almost give me pause. Though Doyle suggests advances in science were distancing Man from the important truths, I get the feeling it was precisely those mind-blowing breakthroughs that led him to believe some new spiritual one possible too. (The irony is that he was treating religion as if it were a subject for scientific examination. Also he evinces the same smug superiority towards the gullible of the Church that he protests against when directed at his “proven” beliefs). One thing is sure: the movement did not give birth to a new religion on a par with Christianity as Doyle hoped, however correct he was about the decline of Christianity in the future.
The wishful thinking behind it all almost breaks your heart. But when one of the spirits says he was a seaman on the HMS Monmouth, and you look up the fate of the ship, sunk off the coast of Chile in the Battle of Coronel, 1914, and you see the casualties—1,660 British dead, 0 German—you begin to suspect why spiritualism was so popular.
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More quotes:
* “Good Heavens, where are your brains? Have not the names of Summerlee and Malone been associated with my own in some peculiarly feeble fiction which attained some notoriety?” Funny inside-joke. Incidentally, the way you learn of the death of old Summerlee, from the previous novels, is nicely done.
* “Oh, it works out all right sometimes. I value my electric reading-lamp, and that is a product of science. It gives us, as I said before, comfort and occasionally safety.” “Why, then, do you depreciate it?” “Because it obscures the vital thing—the object of life. We were not put into this planet in order that we should go fifty miles an hour in a motor-car, or cross the Atlantic in an airship, or send messages either with or without wires. These are the mere trimmings and fringes of life. But these men of science have so riveted our attention on these fringes that we forget the central object.” “I don’t follow you.” “It is not how fast you go that matters, it is the object of your journey. It is not how you send a message, it is what the value of the message may be. At every stage this so-called progress may be a curse, and yet as long as we use the word we confuse it with real progress and imagine that we are doing that for which God sent us into the world.”
* ”The blow fell. Ten million men were laid dead upon the ground. Twice as many were mutilated… Russia became a cesspool. Germany was unrepentant of her terrible materialism which had been the prime cause of the war. Spain and Italy were sunk in alternate atheism and superstition. France had no religious ideal. Britain was confused and distracted, full of wooden sects which had nothing of life in them. America had abused her glorious opportunities and instead of being the loving younger brother to a stricken Europe she held up all economic reconstruction by her money claims; she dishonoured the signature of her own president, and she refused to join that League of Peace which was the one hope of the future. All have sinned, but some more than others, and their punishment will be in exact proportion.”
* “Was it exaggeration to call a man a fool who believed that his grandmother could rap out absurd messages with the leg of a dining-room table? Had any savages descended to so grotesque a superstition? These people had taken dignity from death and had brought their own vulgarity into the serene oblivion of the tomb. It was a hateful business. He was sorry to have to speak so strongly, but only the knife or the cautery could deal with so cancerous a growth. Surely man need not trouble himself with grotesque speculations as to the nature of life beyond the grave. We had enough to do in this world. Life was a beautiful thing. The man who appreciated its real duties and beauties would have sufficient to employ him without dabbling in pseudo sciences…” To which Challenger’s opponent astutely responds that the beauty of the world is enough to satisfy Challenger only because he is healthy.
*”But we want to cut out the frills and superfluities. Where did they all come from? They were compromises with many religions, so that our friend C. [Constantine] could get uniformity in his world-wide Empire. He made a patchwork quilt of it. He took an Egyptian ritual—vestments, mitre, crozier, tonsure, marriage ring—all Egyptian. The Easter ceremonies are pagan and refer to the vernal equinox. Confirmation is mithraism. So is baptism, only it was blood instead of water. As to the sacrificial meal....”
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Marginalia:
*Would be interesting to read the correspondence between Conan Doyle and H. Rider Haggard on this topic.
*It is a bit unfortunate that the Challenger series follows up a novel about the ether with one about ectoplasm.
*One character quotes Thackeray: “What you say is natural, but if you had seen what I have seen you might alter your opinion.” But I can’t find the source on this.