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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2018-07-02 11:43 pm

We all heard the stories to bring you to your knees

I wish the introductory essay to the edition I have recently acquired of In the Dark: Tales of Terror by E. Nesbit (1988/2017) was less chattily biographical and told me more about the context of the stories. The bibliography at the back tells me where all of them were published, which turns out to be a mix of collections and magazines, but what I can't get from either the book or the cursory internet is any sense of Nesbit's writing community. I know she had a political life. I'd love to know if she was talking to other horror writers or just reading them, if these stories are in dialogue with other stories or if they are just the inevitable flipside of writing so carefully for children: the darkness has to go somewhere. They are weird stories. I mean that both informally and technically. Some have ghosts, some have black magic, some have mad science, some have madness, some have premonitions, some have coincidences, some have cruel twists, some have happy endings; a little from column A, a little from column B. Some are straight-up shockers. Some are really eerie. I am nearing the end of the book and just finished "The Shadow" (1905), which opens with the strikingly modern disclaimer:

This is not an artistically rounded off ghost story, and nothing is explained in it, and there seems to be no reason why any of it should have happened. But that is no reason why it should not be told. You must have noticed that all the real ghost stories you have ever come close to, are like this in these respects—no explanation, no logical coherence. Here is the story.

It is possible for the reader to round off the story for themselves—it's almost impossible for the reader not to try—but even then it is the kind of Aickmanesque almost-pattern where nothing can be proven and it might be worse if it could. A number of the collected stories are in this vein, subtler and stranger than they first look. "The Haunted House" (1913) reads like a kind of miniature reverse Moreau, mediated by vampirism. "John Charrington's Wedding" (1891) has one of the nastiest narrators I have run into in some time and I can't tell if he's a factor in the terrible story he records, because if so he is as entirely unaware of it as he is of the impression he makes on the reader. "The Violet Car" (1910) is psychological horror until it isn't. I keep thinking about "The Head" (1907), not because of its gruesome ending, but because of everything else that's in it. It's one of the few where the introductory essay was actually useful to me, since it informed me that "The Head" bears "traces" of a 1905 visit to the waxworks of the Musée Grevin and "also owes a lot to her more happy pastime of building miniature towns and cities, one of which she exhibited at the 1912 Children's Welfare Exhibition, at London's Olympia." In the story, Nesbit gives that pastime to a recluse who has spent decades obsessively recreating the scene of his trauma with tiny wax figures in his basement; when it is moved to London and scaled up to life-size at the encouragement of a chance-met music-hall promoter, of course it results in murder. It is not a story of sympathetic magic—not explicitly, though the artist believes it will achieve something which the promoter dismisses as impossible and the reader may guess now which of them is right—but it evokes the same uncanny collapse of image and reality. Or just the potential for destruction in every creator, the control of small and carefully arranged lives: "It's the work of my hands. And I love the work of my hands, same as Almighty God did." Either way it is an evocative part of herself for a storyteller to give to a story, especially when she already spends her days making up houses and towns and churchyards and peopling them with precisely detailed imitations of life. Anyone who has ever worried about Nesbit's ability to get out out of the way of her own twee based on her children's fiction should feel reassured by reading these stories and then feel not reassured at all. "Man-Size in Marble" (1887) appears to be famous and deserves it. She's good with the uncanniness of things.

So my mother gave me this collection because she didn't know that Nesbit wrote horror and I read it because I wanted to know what her horror for adults (rather than the flashes in her children's fiction) would be like and I am left hoping it has been seriously rediscovered, because some of it is historically interesting and some of it is just plain creepy. I wish I'd known before Readercon. She is this year's Memorial Guest of Honor and I'm scheduled across from the panel that might discuss it.
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[personal profile] rosefox 2018-07-03 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Gosh, that sounds very like the Joan Aiken stories that Small Beer just collected, though she was a generation or two later. I wonder whether she might even have been responding to Nesbit's work, here and there.

And I see no reason not to have a conversation about Nesbit's horror next year, if we don't manage it this year.
Edited 2018-07-03 06:12 (UTC)
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[personal profile] rosefox 2018-07-03 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
I reviewed the collection and thought it was very good. I think you'd enjoy it.
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[personal profile] rosefox 2018-07-03 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahahahaaaa, the first comment calls Aiken "A refreshing new voice I will be looking out for in future."
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[personal profile] poliphilo 2018-07-03 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
A S Byatt's The Children's Book is a big, sprawling novel about bohemian types at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th, with a central character based on Nesbit. You might find that interesting.

Nesbit was at the centre of of a loosely configured artistic community. She had a close friendship with Bernard Shaw (who didn't write supernatural fiction) and a less close one with H G Wells (who did). Wells attempted to elope with Nesbit's eldest daughter- and Nesbit's husband intercepted the lovers at the railway station and gave Wells a hiding. She was an initiate of The Golden Dawn- as were all sorts of writers- both great and small- from W.B. Yeats to Dion Fortune. In old age she befriended the young Noel Coward.

I've been to the church and seen the tomb that supposedly inspired Man-Size in Marble. I've also visited Nesbit's grave. The locations are within a few miles of each other on Romney Marsh
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[personal profile] negothick 2018-07-03 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I suspect that The Children's Book will be talked about at the Readercon Memorial GoH panel: if not, I'm sure I'll mention it from the audience. Did the real-life Nesbit have a connection to Eric Gill and his weird cult family as the character in Byatt's book did?
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[personal profile] poliphilo 2018-07-03 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know the answer to that. But I have a feeling that everybody on the Edwardian arts scene knew everybody else. On the other hand I'd be surprised to learn that Gill and Nesbit were close; I see him as a bit of an outlier- a man who had disciples rather than associates or friends.
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[personal profile] negothick 2018-07-03 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It seemed like an unlikely connection, so Byatt could have just wished it into being, but then again, who would think to connect Angela Thirkell with the Pre-Raphaelites (her grandpa, Burne-Jones) or with Rudyard Kipling (her cousin).
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[personal profile] negothick 2018-07-03 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
thank you for that obit. It has a style all its own. What an opening line for a novel!

"Paula Fox was born in Manhattan on April 22, 1923, to parents who did not want her."
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[personal profile] ethelmay 2018-07-03 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
There are pictures of them in Wings and the Child.
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[personal profile] poliphilo 2018-07-03 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I have reservations about The Children's Book too. I think there's something a little dodgy about rewriting an historical epoch with fictional characters standing in for real people. Byatt does the same thing in Possession- where she posits a love affair between two Victorian poets- one of whom is essentially Robert Browning and the other Emily Dickinson. She writes poems for her pseudo-Browning and her pseudo-Dickinson and they're pretty terrible.

I don't hate Byatt by the way; I think her short stories are wonderful.

I've no idea about the miniature cities. It would be wonderful if they still existed- but I have my doubts. Have you read The Magic City- in which a miniature city comes to life?
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[personal profile] cmcmck 2018-07-03 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
Other half's a ghost story fan and he has that one!
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[personal profile] cyphomandra 2018-07-03 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
I have (with some difficulty!) stopped myself from re-reading Nesbit’s The Magic City after your comments about making miniature cities, not least because I would inevitably proceed to Edward Eager’s Knight’s Castle and I have actually got a promising start on a short story for the first time in ages that I should pay attention to instead. I have not read any of Nesbit’s horror stories but am very keen to do so; I still find the Ugly Wuglies in The Enchanted Castle far more terrifying than they have any right to be.
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[personal profile] moon_custafer 2018-07-03 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yes – and the detail that they’re somehow even more terrifying because they mean no harm and think they’re just ordinary humans...
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[personal profile] ethelmay 2018-07-04 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
You really must read Nesbit's memoir My School Days if you haven't, especially this terrifying bit: https://www.lingq.com/lesson/part-v-the-mummies-at-bordeaux-100895/
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[personal profile] ethelmay 2018-07-14 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
That last sentence had me sleeping with the light on for a while myself. But the French waiter is SO ADORABLE.
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[personal profile] skygiants 2018-07-03 12:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I definitely ought to read this.
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[personal profile] lilysea 2018-07-03 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
This is interesting, thank you! ^_^
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[personal profile] negothick 2018-07-03 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, so much for CT people like me: there's not a single copy in the entire state's public library system, and only one in a college library--Yale--and they don't lend to Interlibrary Loan.
Have to buy it!
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[personal profile] negothick 2018-07-03 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Actually, that collection is the British edition--and it isn't in any libraries! I checked across all editions of Nesbit. Her other adult fiction is in short supply, too. This earlier edition is more expensive on Amazon than the recent publication, and the used copies are in bad condition.