Molly nearly dropped her glass and her mouth fell open. Then she gave a cry of consternation. ‘Oh, Johnny! What can be at the bottom of all this? De Grasse is one of the most evil men in France.’
’I feared as much!” Molly said grimly.’ And now we know the worst! Every night when darkness falls, you become possessed by the Devil.”
I do not usually provide quotations from the books that I review. I am not writing a literary essay, but merely providing a few impressions that I formed while reading the book. However, I could not resist giving you the cliffhanger paragraphs that close Chapters 4 and 5.
These should give you a fair sample of some of the risible dialogue that can be found in Dennis Wheatley’s supernatural adventure story, To the Devil a Daughter. Does anybody really talk like this? Do people suddenly announce that someone is the most evil person in a country or make sudden deductions about Satanic possession? They do in Wheatley stories, it seems.
The novel is a sequel of sorts to The Devil Rides Out, which was made into a passable Hammer horror movie. However, while there are allusions to the earlier book, no particular knowledge of it is required, as this one deals with entirely different characters. I cannot remember the film too clearly and have not read the earlier book, but had no problems following this one.
The story opens with a novelist called Molly Fountain who is living in France. Her new neighbour is a young lady called Christina Mordant. This is not her real name, but it is the one that is used throughout the book so I will use it. She is in hiding at her father’s request, but uncertain why, and exhibits certain odd characteristics. Animals dread her, churches make her sick, and she becomes less prudish and more bold, sensual and wicked at night.
Actually, she is not possessed by the Devil, as the quotation at the beginning of this review suggested, but her father became a Satanist and has signed away his soul and involved her in the initial rites, so that she is influenced by them. Now the devil worshippers wish to sacrifice Christina on her twenty-first birthday, according to a previous agreement, in order to revive a sinister creature called a homunculus.
Standing between Christina and the Satanists is Molly’s son, John, and a representative from the intelligence services called C.B. who has investigated devil worshippers and other subversive elements. I won’t go into the rest of the story which is a series of episodic adventures, leading to a fairly inevitable conclusion.
Wheatley probably imagines his tale as a traditional battle between the forces of evil and those of good. Personally I see it more as a fight between the evil and the odious, since Wheatley’s heroes are a fairly detestable bunch.
Of course if you like heroes who sit around by the pool in their second home moaning about the socialist government and how hard done by they feel, and a hero who calls his mother Mumsie, then this may be for you. Even our heroine’s pitiable status as a future sacrificial victim is somewhat muted by the fact that she is the kind of privileged gal who, when she gets bored, is sent to finishing school by daddy.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with posh people per se, and they can make very sympathetic heroes, but this is not the case here. The only thing the Fountains appear to fear more than evil Satanists is having to pay their taxes, an issue that is raised with ludicrous frequency in the early part of the book.
Even the first meeting between John and the most evil man in France proves something of an anti-climax. The champions of good and evil spend a surprising amount of time complaining about having to pay their taxes, and how the money is spent on the idle poor. Not that we imagine any of these characters having to work hard for a living, their jobs being rather easy for the amount of money they appear to have.
Actually, this scene rather shows how much in common the Count and John have, since they are both idle, selfish rich people who feel the world owes them a living, and it is a bit rich to criticise the Satanists for their sexual freedom when John Fountain is himself a bit of a ladies’ man.
The nature of Satanism portrayed here is also subject to a lot of Wheatley’s political biases. The Satanists generally represent those sections of society that Wheatley dislikes, and he has no problem in blaming Satanism for the rise of Communism amongst other things.
Followers are inducted into Satanism by way of such shocking practices as drug-taking, sexual promiscuity and (apparently) yoga. Incidentally, if the person reading this review happens to be gay or lesbian, then I’m sorry to inform you that you are a prime candidate for becoming a Satan worshipper.
Since Wheatley has supposedly studied the subject, I must be careful in expressing any scepticism about this obvious farrago of nonsense. I cannot help imagining that most of the details are entirely fictional, however.
There is nothing wrong with making up your own world, and much that is here is certainly no worse than you would find in a Lovecraft story. Similarly, we may object to his portrayal of Satanism, but this is fiction after all.
I have spoken to Satanists on social media, and actually found their attitudes more puritanical than those of many Christians I have met. I am prepared to allow for the fact that these are more people who find the idea of Satanic rebellion trendy, but would run a mile at the thought of sacrificing animals, let alone humans.
The Satanists however are no worse than many other fictional portrayals of them, however, and the only thing that is really objectionable is that Wheatley ties it in with his political biases. He can link this to his Christian beliefs safely and deplore the rise of secularism and devil worship, since these opinions, right or wrong, do relate to the subject matter on display here.
However, he is less forgivable in tying Satanism to those political opinions he dislikes. I can only feel relieved that the leading Satanist turned out to be a corrupt clergyman and not a tax collector, as seemed likely. Wheatley wishes to lump Satanism in with any other subversive social or political elements he dislikes.
Yet curiously, his book unconsciously has more bad things to say about the wealthy and privileged that Wheatley is so dazzled by than it does about subversive secular or left-wing elements in society. For all the vapouring about communism, the leading Satanists are nearly all bored, wealthy men.
The exception is Christina’s father, an arriviste who acquired his wealth thanks to selling his soul. However, since his promotion into the upper echelons is achieved unscrupulously through blackmail and disregard for his own daughter, then we cannot really count him as being any different than the other Satanists.
I should probably stress that most of the book is not occupied with the more ridiculous elements described so far. Much of it is essentially the stuff of boy’s own adventure stories, laced with a little supernatural occurrence. There is in fact surprisingly little of this until the end, and the devil worshippers do not actually succeed in killing anyone. Actually it is the opponents of devil worship who do the killings.
As a result, much of this would fit perfectly well in a spy story. Wheatley’s style is not as stodgy as writers in that genre however (Jack Higgins, Alistair McLean etc). His writing is not especially brilliant, but it cheerfully breezes from one set piece to the next with a sensationalist cliffhanger at the end of each chapter to keep the reader interested. In this way, it resembles a serial as much as a novel.
This may explain the male emphasis in the book. It is the men who lead on both sides, and move the action forward. Christina is only there to be rescued by our heroes, and his mother is there to offer the necessary tea and sympathy to get our heroine to talk.
Admittedly Molly takes part in the final assault on the enemy, though being a woman she of course slows them down. In a rather odd twist, when she arrives on the scene, she proceeds to dispatch an explosive device in the room filled with Satanists, not only disposing of many of them but even killing Christina’s father who is belatedly helping our heroes. This is soon smoothed over however.
Similarly, the action is firmly based around white heroes. If we see a black character, he will be a servant for a prominent devil worshipper, certainly not a leading Satanist, or (Heaven forfend!) one of our heroes.
While I have a certain fondness for bad movies and bad songs, I cannot feel the same enthusiasm for bad books, since they require a level of time and energy that I generally do not like giving. However, To the Devil a Daughter comes closest to being an enjoyably bad book, until even that gets lost in endless action set pieces.
Overall though, this book is more likely to inspire howls of laughter rather than howls of terror.