"The red-headed stranger had eyes like the thunder, and his lips, they were sad and tight." --Willie Nelson
What saves this novel from mediocrity is the exquisite prose of Hugh Walpole, his talent for weaving suspense, and his wonderfully sympathetic main character.
Harkness is an American on vacation in Cornwall to hang out at the beach and take in some of the local Cornish culture, but he gets distracted by falling in love. To a married woman.
Well, she hasn't been married long, and it seems her union was under duress. An unscrupulous and controlling man with oddly flaming red hair has essentially exploited the girl's devotion to her family by convincing her to marry his codependent son to save her alcoholic father from financial ruin. Harkness teams up with the unhappy bride's childhood sweetheart to save the day.
First, let's discuss the negatives. I had trouble having absolutely any sympathy for the heroine at first. Walpole does his best to make her marriage to someone she hates seem like a noble thing on her part, and a terrible injustice on the part of the man with red hair, whose name is Crispin. But the real villain in this situation was her father who preferred to always get drunk rather than take care of his family, and who selfishly encouraged the unholy union, thinking it would be his ticket to easy living. Essentially, the father pimped her out, and she went along with it, despite knowing perfectly well how nasty of a situation this would put her in. What's worse, her best friend, who recently came into some money, offered to wed her, and she declined out of pride. Yet, she also admitted that she chose to marry young Crispin because she wanted to be free from her abusive father. So her high scruples allow that she prostitute herself to an even more dangerous person, as opposed to marrying her best friend? I know we're dealing with essentially a dopey kid here, but I struggled buying the whole "damsel in distress" bit, no matter how much Walpole tried to psychologically justify her actions.
Hugh Walpole is a descendant of the author Horace Walpole, who wrote "The Castle of Otranto," and he wanted to make his own updated version of one of the classic "horrid" Gothic romances. But with all his genius, even he couldn't escape the traps of the genre. I generally dislike these kinds of stories, because I rarely am invested in the basic peril. It's the equivalent of reading a modern horror novel where dumb teenagers wander into places where nobody in their right mind would ever go just so the scary stuff can happen. In fact, there is some of that kind of thing here as well! There's one scene where the protagonists separate while trying to escape, and it is so outrageously contrived that Walpole might as well have been honest and written it like this:
"I say, old girl, do be a nice damsel in distress and wait here out in the open in the dark woods alone while Harkness and I go on up the path a ways... Without you, yes... Now, now! No arguments from you, my dear young lady!.... Well, I know there seems to be no bloody good reason to leave you, since you will have to come down this way anyhow, but this is called 'scouting,' you see, and this is a man's job. Oh, and I almost forgot--Harkness, once we've sufficiently gone far enough, the fog will have closed in and surely will make it impossible to see your hand before your face--so would you be a jolly good sport and go back for our dear damsel once we've finished our reconnoiter? I couldn't possibly retrace my steps with my bunions and all that, and I'd only hamper your progress. I dare say my plan is quite genius, what!... Yes, my splendid fellow, it means you'll be alone in the dark! And in the fog! And on a treacherous path overlooking a cliff--but do put yourself in my place! Why, I'll be all alone too, you know! I don't wish to be rude, but you Americans do seem to only think of yourselves!... Oh, splendid! I knew you'd see it my way, there's a good chap! What could possibly go wrong?"
The contrivances get even more stupid than that before the end, but I can't say more without spoilers. Just believe me, it was not Eighties slasher movies that invented these ridiculous tropes!
But as I implied in my opening remarks, this book actually turns out to be quite good. So let's discuss the positives.
Harkness is a delightful protagonist to follow. He is genuinely sweet and adorable. Hell, I'd marry the guy if I wasn't already spoken for. So even if you don't care about the problems of the heroine, you can at least understand why he might. And so the story works.
He quickly realizes that the situation is bigger than him, which raises the stakes. He's not the strongest or bravest. In fact, he's rather timid. He has a hard time setting limits on an obnoxious old man in the first chapter, and he is frightened by hotel officials. Not a very likely hero. But he simply can't stand to see someone struggling, and he is always willing to lend a hand, even if he doesn't know you. Meanwhile, the reader has a chance to learn more about Crispin, how deeply psychologically disturbed he is due to years of childhood trauma and being self-conscious over his unusual appearance. Once we realize how emotionally unstable and how much of a sadist Crispin really is, the tension and suspense we feel for any character in his clutches becomes palpable. Thus, whatever we might think about the damsel's distress and how foolishly she came to this situation, that plot point becomes irrelevant.
This novel really does become quite scary--it's Hitchcock before Hitchcock became the master of suspense. I'm surprised this was not made into a horror film by the Thirties. I could easily see Tod Slaughter playing the role of the insane Crispin.
Walpole's overall wordsmith is musical. I can't say he is in top form here, as there's evidence he may have rushed this through without his usual careful self-editing, but he really captures rural Cornwall and the spirit of the place so vividly that you feel you are there. His description of a village folk festival is a triumph, and made me happy with it's perfect depiction of souls in harmony. And as usual, he injects an eerie feeling of the supernatural where otherwise the horrors are very human. He has quickly become one of my favorite horror writers, even though most readers may not consider his work typically horror.
In conclusion, this is not Walpole's best work, but it highly deserves a read. If you like suspense thrillers of the modern Gothic variety, such as by Daphne du Maurier, this will be right up your alley.
SCORE: 3.5/5 rounded to 4 gingers out of 5
"Out there, a redhead walkin'--better listen, keep your distance from the crimson."--REM