I'm not gonna pretend that the five stars here are in any way objective--they're not. Probably this isn't even one of the great novels by any means, aesthetically speaking, but its subject matter just so thrilled me, was so completely me, and even more me than I knew was me, that I couldn't help but love this book with all my heart.
In its introduction, Machen explains that he'd read a book, a popular biography of a public schoolmaster and also studied up on the history of the suppressed Catholic church in England, particularly its Gaelic roots, its saints, and connection to the Holy Grail story. Thus this novel is an amalgam of the bio and the history of pre-Anglo-Saxon Catholic mysticism.
Now, I've gone on record many a time here I suppose as an anarchist and, consequentially given the amassed power of every religion in their various church establishments and/or theocracies, my general disgust with religions of all types. The only place where I can really enjoy or even abide spiritual writing is when it hits my sweet spot, touches on my own obsession, the one thing I think has a chance of saving humanity from its absurd and inhuman economic structures and oppressive governments, from itself basically, and that is the cognates to spirituality in art, music, literature, ecstatic experience, love, the imagination, etc. Thus Machen's spirituality here, tied in as it is with those things (primarily writing, music, and alcohol) reads fine to me and of course read perfectly to me as the antidote to the poisonous and deadly staid Middle-Class post-puritan protestant "way of life" against which we thinking people, artists, and punk rockers (among other subcultures of protest) have been struggling forever.
This is where the schoolmaster bio comes in. Obviously the conformity and hypocrisy necessary to create this wholly backward capitalist WASP pseudo-Christianity + white supremacist culture currently holding sway in the USA and Great Britain, one needs indoctrinate the youth. Thus this novel forms itself as the sketchy portrait of a boy being horrifically indoctrinated in one of England's most conservative public (what we in the USA call private, upper-class prep) schools while living a dual mystical life of art, imagination, and free spirituality. The satirical attack on the conservative "ideas" (I've long held that all conservatives have, really, is an anti-ideology, a denial of rational thought in favor of superstition and superstitious racism) of the schoolmaster, his accent on violence and sport (humankind's most primitive instincts surely), as well as bogus "art" in the form of inane school songs, pride, patriotism, xenophobia, etc etc. are all perfectly on point in the novel. It was all so true, even nearly a century on and depicted in the USA's parent country, to my own struggling though the patriotic indoctrination of the US public school system and my own negotiating capitalism gaslighting, conformity, and anti-intellectualism to try to become and remain a thinking human being and an artist in a world that values these things about as high as common dirt, that it thrilled and heartened me. I'm not alone. Others have thought and struggled against the suits, all forms of power, and conformity; others have read Rabelais with glee, have wanted to write books of outrage against all the dumb, the wrong, and the smug certainly that dumb and wrong, if strong and violent and amoral enough, will crush all thought and empathy and humanity, the rich and dead inside will inherit the Earth, etc. etc.
Well, what can I say. I wish I'd written this but am also very, very glad Machen was a comrade in arms. I do wish I'd read this back in high school--it would have helped immensely.