William Hope Hodgson (1877–1918)

DNF at 20%. This is a personal reflection more than a review.

I fully respect the history and influence of this book and absolutely cannot imagine what it must have been like for HP Lovecraft and others to have read this at the time, as well as the more recent effect on a young and impressionable Terry Pratchett.

This is one of those books I want to love, but just can't. It falls perfectly in that period that has moved out of the verbose and decadent gothic sensibility into the weird and cosmic I genuinely love the descendents of, but can't find the enjoyment in the strangely long-winded in text, yet terse of emotion and description of the time. Saying pale pig faced people are coming to get me is a scary concept and the idea must have been wild at the time, but when the writing of it happening is not conveying the character's feelings in a way that is accessible for me and the events of the action ate bracing, while the manner it is described is dry and instructional it just doesn't move me.

I understand that this is vastly a me problem and I DNF'd early, so maybe it gets wild and visceral later, but I don't care. I want to and personally feeling it is a failing of myself that there is so much are out there that I can intellectually enjoy the idea of and respect, but utterly fail to be moved by. The neurodivergences play their part, but I'm just a fussy bugger. It's funny, I read a book I don't enjoy and I question whether I even know how to read or whether I even enjoy reading, but then I find something I like and I'm up in the wee hours reading and then reaching for that book first thing upon waking.

Ultimately, for historians of fantasy and horror, especially cosmic and weird tales this is essential reading. Many thoroughly enjoy this, from the virulently racist Lovecraft to the gorgeously progressive and loving Pratchett. If you love Lovecraft and Wells, and their drier offerings still do it for you then I do think you'll love this. If the ponderous and bland of prose, regardless of the excitement and nightmares of the content, fail to keep you entertained maybe you won't. All I know is this wasn't my cup of tea in actuality, despite being a full mug of coffee in theory. Does that work even in the slightest? I truly don't care.… (mais)

“And then, all at once, I had a horrible sense that something was moving in the place.” — The Thing Invisible

First published in 1912, and a year later collected in English writer William Hope Hodgson’s, Carnacki, Ghost-Finder, The Thing Invisible is a fun and atmospheric read perfect for a dark and stormy night. Thomas Carnacki was a detective who specialized in investigating crimes and events which, at least on the surface, appeared to have only a supernatural explanation. He apparently neither believed nor disbelieved, and as shown in this story, was as fearful as the next man when confronted with an otherworldly possibility. This is the only story in the series I really felt this way about. The others seemed darker, and there were always pentagrams and other occult things of the time. To me, they had a darker tone, but not the fun mystery atmosphere of this one.

Hodgson uses an after-the-fact explanation to great effect as he invites four friends by note (not three, as stated in Penzler’s Locked-Room Mysteries) to join him for an accounting of his most recent hair-raising case. The device is a touch of genius by Hodgson, giving the reader a sense of sitting next to Jessop, Arkwright, Taylor and the unnamed narrator who begins the story before Carnacki recounts the ghostly case.

The setting is wonderful: a chapel next to the castle of Sir Alfred Jarnock in South Kent. Carnacki has just returned and spins an atmospheric tale for his friends, detailing his adventure as he attempted to get to the bottom of a knife attack on Jarnock’s butler, Bellet. The attack happened at night, but in full view of the Rector, Jarnock and his son. No one else was in the chapel. More disturbing, the weapon which hangs in the church and struck Bellet’s left breast with great force, is the Waeful Dagger, which has a reputation for being haunted. On the dagger is an inscription about vengeance and striking, and a carved talisman. The dagger is said to have the ability to act on its very own…

After speaking with the principals, and concluding from an inspection of the roof that there is no secret, obscured way into the chapel to explain the presence of an outsider, Carnacki knows he must spend an evening in there alone. Jarnock Sr. believes it’s too dangerous, and he may be correct. But Carnacki finds a way around his objection. Armed with a revolver, and protected only by a knight’s suit of armor, he waits in the dark, hoping to discover one way or the other whether there is a supernatural explanation, or an earthly one. This is where Hodgson is at his very best:

“I stepped out of the pew into the aisle, and here I came to an abrupt pause, for an almost invincible, sick repugnance was fighting me back from the upper part of the Chapel. A constant, queer prickling went up and down my spine, and a dull ache took me in the small of the back, as I fought with myself to conquer this sudden new feeling of terror and horror.”

Will Carnacki survive the night? What happens when the knife goes missing, on its own? Will either of the plates from the camera Carnacki has set up capture what lurks in the Void? Only those four men Carnacki shoos out the door once his tale is told — and of course the reader — will ever know the truth.

Fun, spooky, humorous and exciting, this is a wonderful story which had me wanting to read more of Carnacki’s accounts. The Thing Invisible, however, turned out to be the only one up my alley as per mood, content, and solution; the other Carnacki stories had too much occult stuff, and were extrememly repetitive in nature. The Thing Invisible however, is a fun little novelette, an old-fashioned tale perfect with some hot chocolate on a dark and stormy night. Enjoy.… (mais)