Monday, September 3, 2018

The 6th Fontana Book of Great Ghost Stories



The 5th Fontana Book of Great Ghost Stories is unreasonably priced on Amazon, but for whatever reason the sixth volume is less valued.  Although the stories in this volume are “selected by Robert Aickman”, he didn’t contribute either an introduction or a story of his own.  His selection includes:

“Clarimonde (La Morte Amoureuse)” by Théophile Gautier.  “My story is a strange and terrible one,” says the elderly priest Romauld as he recounts how at the very moment of his ordination, his eye falls upon an enticing stranger who tempts him to renounce his vows.  It is the titular Clarimonde, a lovely and debauched courtesan.  Summoned to her deathbed (“With her, death seemed but a last coquetry”), he is told that “the tombstone of Clarimonde should be sealed down with a triple seal, for, if report be true, it is not the first time she has died.”  Romauld learns that his love of the flesh may be stronger than his love of God, and the fact that Gautier (in Lafcadio Hearn’s silky translation) is ambiguous about which is the preferred choice makes this excellent story all the better.  “Clarimonde” was published in 1836, and it seems highly likely that the story was a big influence on Bram Stoker.  I hadn’t heard of Gautier before this, but based on “Clarimonde” I will be seeking out his other works.

“The Grey Ones” by J.B. Priestley.  From priests to Priestley.  Mr. Patson consults a psychiatrist about his worry that an “Evil Principle” seeks to “turn us into automatic creatures, mass beings without individuality, soulless machines of flesh and blood… to wipe from the face of this earth all wonder, joy, deep feeling, the desire to create, to praise life.”  Today, don’t we call this the internet?  

“The Door in the Wall” by H.G. Wells.  This is Wells’ well-anthologized poignant tale of the lost things of childhood.  It is miles away from his science fiction stories.

“Priscilla and Emily Lofft” by George Moore.  These two sisters were, at least superficially, “as alike as two casts come out of the same mold”, but now Priscilla has died, and Emily has time to reflect.  “The dead are never really dead, Emily said, until we cease to think of them.”  I must confess I missed the point of this story, or the reason for inclusion in this collection.

“Sorworth Place”, by Russell Kirk.  Former soldier Ralph Bain comes to Scotland and the town of Sorworth, finding that the “dirty and dreary little town” holds “a big ancient house, wraithlike against the heather and gorse and bracken.” Intrigued by the lovely proprietress of Sorworth Place, Bain wrangles an invitation.  As they draw closer, she tells him:
“Don’t you understand? I’m afraid of my husband.”
Bain stared at her. “Your husband? I understood – I thought he’s dead.”
“Quite,” said Ann Lurlin.
“Sorworth Place” is cozily ominous and eminently entertaining.  It was adapted, probably horribly, for Rod Serling’s Night Gallery.

“Where Their Fire Is Not Quenched”, by May Sinclair.  This is a bleak, sad, and savage tale of adultery and eternity.  Most of Sinclair’s work did not involve the supernatural, but based on this story any of her writings would be worth seeking out.

“Oke of Okehurst”, by Vernon Lee.  This novella is the basis for the cover illustration of the unfortunate Elizabethan gent in the ditch.  It takes up over a quarter of The 6th Fontana Book of Great Ghost Stories, space which might have been used more wisely.  It is the story of an artist hired for a portrait of Mrs. Oke (of Okehurst), who greatly resembles a 16th century ancestor.  Lee (pen name of Violet Paget) takes a long time to get where she is going, and provides only mild enjoyment along the way.

“The Lips”, by Henry S. Whitehead.  Whitehead was a frequent contributor to Weird Tales and other pulps, and a good friend of H.P. Lovecraft.  He was best known for his West Indian-flavored stories.  “The Lips” is the simple story of a slave trader who gets a nasty comeuppance, although the racist language is the most unpleasant part.  It bears a strong resemblance to Edward Lucas White’s “Lukundoo”, which was published a few years before “The Lips”.

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