“The Nightmare Alley of That Hideous Strength: A Look at C.S. Lewis and William Gresham” by G. Connor Salter (Nightmare Alley Series)

This is the second post in our “Nightmare Alley” series, where a Pilgrim in Narnia looks at Guillermo del Toro’s critically acclaimed new film, Nightmare Alley, and its connections to the past. The 2021 film, which John Stanifer reviewed last week, is an adaptation of the 1946 novel by William Lindsay Gresham, the husband of Joy Davidman–the enigmatic poet and prose writer who found her way into an unlikely and tender late-in-life marriage with C.S. Lewis. Today’s piece is a provocative essay by faith and culture writer, G. Connor Salter, that looks at loss and redemption in the mid-1940’s work of Lewis and Gresham.

The Nightmare Alley of That Hideous Strength: A Look at C.S. Lewis and William Gresham by G. Connor Salter

William Lindsay Gresham plays an important but complex part in C.S. Lewis’ story. As Joy Davidman’s first husband and father of her sons, the story of his marriage ending set the stage for Lewis’ marriage happening. As noted in Philip and Carol Zaleskis’ The Inklings, Gresham’s unstable behavior not only ended his marriage, it led to Lewis becoming his sons’ guardian after Joy’s death (404-405, 457). This created the second part of the Shadowlands narrative: Lewis as unexpected father figure. Lewis’ late-life fathering led to Douglas Gresham becoming a key defender and guardian of his legacy. Without William Gresham and his many unwise choices, Lewis’ life and scholarship about Lewis would look very different.

However, not much has been said about something Gresham had in common with the Inklings: he wrote fiction. Partly this is because Gresham’s work doesn’t seem to connect with the Inklings’ work. Here is how Centipede Press described Gresham in 2013 when they released a collection of his short stories:

“Whether writing for the detective pulps of the 1940s, the sci-fi digests of the 1950s, or the lowbrow men’s magazines of the early 1960s, Gresham relentlessly indulged his fascination with crime, psychology, magic, and spiritism, investing each of these almost-forgotten pieces with his dark wit and fatalistic sense of doom.”

“Magic, and spiritism” may remind some of Charles Williams, and in fact Gresham wrote a preface for Williams’ The Greater Trumps. Some scholars may know that Lewis contributed two short stories to sci-fi digest The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, which also published at least two Gresham stories. Douglas Anderson establishes in Tales Before Narnia that Lewis read an issue of the digest containing Gresham’s story “The Dream Dust Factory.”

However, sci-fi short fiction didn’t dominate the Inklings’ output. What stands out more in this description is Gresham’s detective pulp background and his interest in “doom” and “dark wit.” This suggests someone writing hardboiled and noir fiction, a scene dominated by writers like Raymond Chandler and Cornell Woolrich. In short, Gresham’s literary scene appears far removed from Oxford dons and their (very British) tales of the fantastic.

Another reason not much has been said about Gresham and the Inklings is that Gresham wasn’t very successful during his life. His nonfiction book on carnivals, Monster Midway, has been praised but is long out of print. His Houdini biography did well and still gets mentioned today, but has been superseded by later biographies. His two novels – Nightmare Alley and Limbo Tower – have fans, but only Nightmare Alley did well. After coming out in 1946, Nightmare Alley went through multiple editions and a 1947 film adaptation from a major studio. The film didn’t score well with contemporary critics or audiences, and other than a new edition in 1986, the novel disappeared for a while.

Over the last twenty years, Nightmare Alley has returned to the spotlight. It’s been reprinted several times, most notably in a 1997 Library of America crime collection and a 2010 edition by the New York Review of Books. After various legal disputes, the 1947 film came out on DVD in 2005; critics now consider it a classic. A graphic novel adaptation appeared in 2003, and a stage musical in 2010. Most recently, Guillermo del Toro directed a remake of Nightmare Alley with an all-star cast, which hit theaters this month (December 2021). Perhaps to capitalize on this, Criterion released a remastered version of the 1947 film in May 2021.

Given this resurgence, it’s worth looking at Nightmare Alley again. This essay will look at Nightmare Alley in connection with a novel Lewis published a year prior (1945), using imagery from a speech he presented in 1944.

But first, an introduction.

Carnival Freaks and Geeks: The Beginning

Nightmare Alley opens with Stanton “Stan” Carlisle, working at a carnival with a tasteless attraction:

“This geek was a thin man who wore a suit of long underwear dyed chocolate brown. The wig was black and looked like a mop, and the brown greasepaint on the emaciated face was streaked and smeared with the heat ad rubbed off around the mouth.” (Nightmare Alley 3)

“Geek” is believed to come from the Low German geck (“fool”). In 1940s American slang, it referred to a “carnival freak” who ate live animals. Stan watches the geek in his pen, where “snakes lay in loose coils” (ibid). Snakes have pagan and Satanic overtones, which Lewis used in The Silver Chair. Stan observes that he likes snakes, but doesn’t like seeing them “penned up which such a specimen of man” (ibid). After another “carny” collects the audience’s money, Stan drops a chicken into the pen and the geek bites its head off. There’s something Gollum-ish about this scene, a life reduced to

“endless unmarked days without… hope of betterment,” (The Hobbit 87).

After the act, Stan asks his colleague Hoately, “How do you ever get a guy to geek?” Hoately reluctantly explains how the carnival boss finds an alcoholic drifter and offers him a “temporary job.” With a hidden razor, the drifter can make it look like he’s biting heads off chickens or rats, and the job pays well enough to buy liquor. After a week, the carnival boss tells the drifter he’s not good enough and fires him. “He comes following you,” Hoately says,

“begging for another chance, and you say, ‘Okay. But after tonight out you go.’ But you give him back his bottle” (7).

From there, the drifter “will geek” as long and as well as he can.

Stan’s response to this information is not disgust, but satisfaction at learning a secret. As customers leave the geek show, he

“watched them with a strange, faraway smile on his face. It was the smile of a prisoner who has found a file in a pie” (7).

That metaphor of escape proves important. Later chapters describe Stan’s upbringing, his mother leaving when he was young and Stan leaving his hometown. The carnival gives him a new community, but to him, it’s just a stepstone. He has an affair with “Madam Zeena – miracle woman of the ages” (21), and learns a two-person code system that Zeena’s husband Pete used in mentalist acts.

Having learned Pete’s system (and “accidentally” killing Pete by giving him wood alcohol), Stan drops Zeena for a younger girl named Molly and leaves the carnival. Stan and Molly become a mentalist double act but eventually Stan decides the real money is in religion. He recreates himself as Reverend Stanton Carlisle of “the Church of the Heavenly Message” (138), using poltergeist acts and psychic readings to con rich people. Molly tries to make Stan drop it, but he says he’s waiting for the big score:

“one live John and we’re set” (152).

While preparing an elaborate job targeting an industrialist, Stan assures Molly,

“if this deal goes over, we’re set. And every day is Christmas” (212).

Molly thinks,

“He had said that so many times… Always something. She didn’t really believe it any more” (ibid).

Mark, Stan and the Fellowship of the Inner Ring

If one had to sum up Stan’s quest, the best label would be something Lewis described in a 1944 speech: “The Inner Ring.” Each change that Stan makes takes him into a more lucrative sphere. Each new role is also smaller, because Stan drops people he’s used with each transition. When Stan starts conning the industrialist, his ring has shrunk to three people: himself, Molly, and the industrialist’s psychoanalyst, Dr. Lilith Ritter. As Stan and Ritter plan the con, Stan admits he needs Molly to pull it off, but calls her “a rock around my neck” (204). Stan’s view of people matches Harry Lime, shameless drug smuggler in The Third Man. When Lime’s friend Holly Martin confronts him about people that he’s hurt, Lime replies,

“Nobody thinks in terms of human beings. Governments don’t, why should we? They talk about the people and the proletariat, I talk about the suckers and the mugs. It’s the same thing.”

Thematically, Stan’s journey resembles Mark Studdock’s journey in Lewis’ 1945 novel That Hideous Strength. Like Stan, Mark deeply cares about joining an inner ring – first Bracton College’s “Progressive Element,” then the inner circles of the N.I.C.E. Lewis doesn’t share Gresham’s interest in “spook rackets” (although some of Reverend Straik’s transhumanist dialogue reads like Stan’s spiritualist jargon). However, the line between reality and perception is key to Mark’s journey. In Mark’s first scene, his Bracton colleague Curry reveals that circumstances almost kept Mark from getting his fellowship. Mark is shocked, it had

“never occurred to him that his own election had depended on anything but the excellence of his work in the fellowship examinations: still less that it had been so narrow a thing” (That Hideous Strength 17).

When Mark visits the N.I.C.E.’s headquarters, he tries to learn if they are formally offering him a position and who he will work with. No one clarifies either point, and his demands for clear answers only lead to rumors that Mark is resigning his Bracton fellowship. Mark tracks down the rumor’s source, Lord Feverstone. When Mark asks him to straighten things, Feverstone replies,

“Do you know, I find your style of conversation rather difficult” (109).

The key to being in NICE is never asking direct questions. Presumably, “their sort of chap” has the sort of mind to make it in this environment.

Mark’s N.I.C.E. duties also involve misperception. Feverstone tells Mark they need “a sociologist who can write” to “camouflage” the N.I.C.E.’s agenda (41). Later, he’s asked to write two articles about a riot that N.I.C.E. has planned. His new colleagues laugh when Mark asks how he can write about events that haven’t happened, and Feverstone declares,

“You’ll never manage publicity that way, Mark” (127).

Once Mark finishes his articles, he does not “awake to reason, and with it to disgust” (132). Instead, he justifies it, rationalizing that

“he was writing with his tongue in his cheek – a phrase that somehow comforted him by making the whole thing appear like a practical joke. Anyway, if he didn’t, somebody else would” (ibid).

The Magic is Over: Facing Reality

Ultimately, both Stan and Mark have their illusions crushed when they meet people from their pasts. For Mark, this happens when he meets Dr. Cecil Dimble and asks where his wife is. Dimble observes that

“Studdock’s face appeared to him to have changed since they last met; it had grown fatter and paler and there was a new vulgarity in the expression” (214).

Mark tries to get Dimble on his side, but Dimble refuses to play. He confronts Mark with the fact that his wife is hiding because N.I.C.E. has “insulted, tortured, and arrested her” (216). Mark asks if Dimble really thinks he would arrange for police to manhandle his own wife, trying to “insinuate a little jocularity” (216). Dimble doesn’t find it funny. He makes it clear that he knows what Mark has become:

“I don’t trust you. Why should I? You are (at least in some degree) the accomplice of the worst men in the world. Your very coming to me this afternoon may be only a trap” (219).

Dimble finally tells Mark that while he doesn’t trust him, “If you seriously wish to leave the N.I.C.E., I will help you” (ibid). Lewis describes this moment in religious terms:

“One moment it was like the gates of Paradise opening – then, at once, caution and the incurable wish to temporize rushed back. The chink had closed again.” (219-220).

Mark asks for time to think, and Dimble replies, “If you insist. But no good can come of it” (220). the N.I.C.E. captures Mark immediately afterward and as he contemplates his life in a cell, he realizes “what a fool – a blasted, babyish, gullible fool- he had been!” (242).

For Stan, this moment of truth and offered grace happens after his con game has failed. He abandons Molly and Dr. Ritter to live on the run, and finds Zeena’s address in a magazine. Zeena has left the carnival, she now owns a farm with her second husband, ex-carny Joe Plasky. When Zeena first sees Stan (like Dimble seeing Mark), she doesn’t recognize him: Stan has lost his distinguished looks, becoming “a tall figure, gaunt, with matted yellow hair” (262). Once she recognizes him, Zeena tells Stan where Molly is and rebukes him for mistreating her: “I hope she’s forgotten every idea she ever had about you” (263). Stan tells Joe and Zeena all, justifying a recent crime but admitting his other mistakes:

“I had my chance, and I fluffed, when it came to Molly” (265).

Once Zeena and Joe offer to connect him to a nearby carnival, Stan’s demeanor changes:

“The Great Stanton ran his hands over his hair…in his face Zeena could see the reflection of the brain working inside it. It seemed to have come alive after a long sleep” (265).

Once Joe leaves the room, Zeena tells Stan she’s guessed that he poisoned Peter and asks him to “come clean.” Rather than confess, Stan does a mentalist act, appearing to read Zeena’s mind for Pete’s last name (which he learned earlier from Dr. Ritter’s research). Gresham describes the transformation as Stan gets into his act:

“The Great Stanton stood up and thrust his hands into his pockets. He moved until the sun, shining through the wind of the kitchen door, struck his hair. Soap and hot water had turned it from mud to gold. His voice this time filled the kitchen; subtly, without increasing in power, it vibrated” (Nightmare Alley 266).

Like Mark, Stan throws away the offered grace. He prefers to hold onto the inner ring identity he’s acquired. As with Mark, things get worse after Stan rejects grace: he goes into a bar before interviewing at the new carnival, wearing a suit and a straw hat which “added class” (270). One drunken binge later, Stan arrives “hatless, shirt filthy” (274) to his interview.

Inferno or Purgatorio: Is There Any Way but Down? 

After their descents, Mark and Stan have different reactions. Mark realizes his mistakes after the N.I.C.E. captures him, and finds an escape via what Stan would call a “spook show.” the N.I.C.E. delegates Mark to watch someone they think is N.I.C.E., “a useful test” (273) to prove his loyalty. The man, not unlike Stan, is “very allusive” (308). Eventually, Mark discovers that the man is a “tramp” – or, in Gresham’s language, a hobo, like Stan becomes. The hobo doesn’t care about telling the N.I.C.E. who he is, or demanding release. For him,

“the main thing, obviously, was to eat and drink as much as possible while the present conditions lasted” (310).

Mark plays along with the hobo, realizing he has joined a new circle, only

“with no more power or security than that of ‘children playing in a giant’s kitchen’” (ibid).

Eventually, the real Merlin shows up posing as a translator and the N.I.C.E. follow his suggestions. Mark plays along, and ends up at the grand N.I.C.E. banquet with his co-conspirators. Eventually, Merlin’s powers make people babble “gibberish in a great variety of tones” (343), creating panic. Just when the panic reaches its height and people are fighting, animals break into the banquet hall. Carnage follows, with some people killing each other and others devoured by animals they were experimenting on previously.

If Stan were in Mark’s place at these events, it’s hard to say how he would see things. The pantomime, initiation into a new inner ring, and references to magic are all things Stan would be familiar with. Given that, he would likely accuse Mark and his pals of orchestrating it all, asking them who tamed the animals to arrive at just the right moment. To him, it would be the nuttiest spook show ever assembled… but unlike all of his stunts, here the magic is real. And like the hero returning from a strange magic world, Mark gets away from the carnage and at last arrives at “some place of sweet smell and bright fires, with good and wine and a rich bed” (380) where he reconciles with Jane.

In contrast, Stan doesn’t achieve confession and reconciliation after his descent. When he arrives drunk to interview at the carnival, the owner dismisses him at first. Then before Stan leaves, the owner changes his mind:

“I got one job you might take a crack at. It ain’t much, and I ain’t begging you to take it; but it’s a job. Keep you in coffee and cakes and a shot now and then. What do you say? Of course, it’s only temporary – just until we get a real geek” (275).

The fact Nightmare Alley returns to the geek show may make it seem nihilistic. However, that assumes the characters (or the audience) haven’t learned anything. What Gresham does is present a hero who sees how degraded people can become, and the hero’s search to get ahead brings him to that level. Stan learns early on that alcoholism creates a geek. He knows from talking with Zeena how drinking ruined Pete (who, like Stan, was a talented performer once upon a time). Despite these warnings, Stan starts drinking about halfway through the novel. When his grand plans fail, his bottle is all he has left. This is the story of a man avoiding every clear warning and paying the penalty.

Given how Mark’s redemption involves him finding healthy inner rings (the “children in the kitchen” ring of him and the hobo, the renewed marriage when he returns to Jane) it’s worth noting that Stan’s descent involves entering a new inner ring. However, Stan’s last inner ring (the geek pen) is the logical extension of all the negative inner rings he has entered. Every ring that Stan entered meant hurting more people, and each seemed to offer new treasures. Instead, each one left him lonelier, more degraded. The geek pen is the most degrading (and most exclusive) carnival position: none other is so vulgar. Like the final location in the innermost circle of Dante’s Inferno, this last inner ring is a lonely spot with only one inhabitant.

Conclusion: Notes on Fairy-Tale and Noir

Nightmare Alley and That Hideous Strength both explore the temptations of the inner ring. Both Lewis and Gresham create heroes who sacrifice their morals to enter inner rings, and use the motifs of reality versus perception, deception versus magic. George Orwell said in his review of That Hideous Strength that despite the magic elements, “in essence, it is a crime story.” Given that Nightmare Alley is a crime story and how Mark and Stan’s journeys parallel each other, it’s interesting that Lewis and Gresham’s heroes take such different directions in the end.

Granted, Nightmare Alley’s characters are skeptical of all things supernatural. One could argue the difference boils down to Gresham and Lewis’ differing worldviews – one believing in the spiritual world where a benevolent God offers redemption, the other in a material world where no God offers redemption. Ryder W. Miller and others have read Stan as a stand-in for Gresham, highlighting Stan’s alcoholism and his wife leaving him. The Wade Center reportedly contains a 1959 letter where Gresham wrote that “Stan is the author” of Nightmare Alley.

However, claiming one-to-one parallels between Stan and Gresham quickly runs into problems. Joy Davidman had a spiritual experience in spring 1946, several months before Nightmare Alley’s publication in September 1946. Diana Pavlac Glyer notes that when Joy told her husband about her experience, he said “he, too, was interested in Christianity” (11). This marks it hard to say if Gresham was a committed materialist when writing the book. Furthermore, Glyer notes that Joy “had a hand in” both of Gresham’s novels (ibid), which complicates whether Nightmare Alley only shows Gresham’s worldview. As Lewis would say, we must avoid “the personal heresy.”

Perhaps the simplest reason why Mark and Stan converge at the end is genre constraints: they are heroes of two different journeys, set in different story traditions which each has organic rules about how a journey can end. G.K. Chesterton wrote in 1936 that many readers misunderstood The Man Who Was Thursday because

“they had not read the title page… The book was called The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare. It was not intended to describe the real world as it was” (The Man Who Was Thursday, 180).

Lewis makes a similar comment in the preface to That Hideous Strength: A Modern Fairy-Tale for Grownups:

“I have called this book a fairy-tale in the hope that no one who dislikes fantasy may be misled into reading further” (8).

Reading That Hideous Strength as a fairy-tale gives Mark’s last act some context. It’s a strange twist of events, veering from a seemingly realistic world to something more dreamlike, from one tone to another. However, this tonal shift isn’t unusual in traditional fairy-tales. The Grimms’ first version of “Red Riding Hood” goes from terror (the wolf swallows Grandma and Red Riding Hood) to gore (the huntsman opens the sleeping wolf’s belly) to triumph (Grandma and Red Riding Hood emerge from the wolf’s belly) to slapstick (the heroes fill the wolf’s belly with rocks and he falls down dead) (Zipes 87). If this isn’t bizarre enough for modern readers, an epilogue says “it’s also been told…” that another wolf came later, which Red Riding Hood tricked into drowning (Zipes 87-88).

Granted, “Red Riding Hood” is an oral story collected in print, not composed for print. However, it’s not too different from the tonal shifts in George MacDonald fairy-tales like “Cross Purposes.” Heroes using trickery to defeat the enemy (a prince disguising himself to meet the princess) also appear in many fairy-tales. Fairy-tales allow for shocking twists where implausible redemption happens. The last act of Mark’s story, complete with him playing at being a magician’s escort and a real magician making it all better, fits the fairy-tale tradition.

Nightmare Alley is not fairytale but noir, a label that requires some unpacking. Library of America republished Nightmare Alley in their 1997 collection Crime Novels: American Noir of the 1930s and 40s. The book jacket describes noir as “evolving out of the terse and violent hardboiled style of the pulp magazines,” which is fairly accurate. Hardboiled fiction, developed after World War I through writers like James M. Cain and Raymond Chandler, emphasizes tough attitudes and corrupt urban institutions. Chandler’s seminal essay “The Simple Art of Murder” criticizes Golden Age Detective Fiction writers like Dorothy L. Sayers for making crimes and solutions too neat. However, Chandler adds that “in everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption.” He finishes the essay arguing the detective must be a moral figure in an immoral setting. Thus, hardboiled novels like The Maltese Falcon are bleak yet have a moral center.

Noir, hardboiled fiction’s descendant, comes from roman noir, a French term which referred to gothic thrillers before it described crime thrillers. Whether this change happened in the 1920s, or in 1940 to market Cornell Woolrich’s The Bride Wore Black, or in 1945 when publisher Marcel Duhamel started the imprint Serié Noire, depends on which scholar you ask. Things got more complex in 1946 when Nino Frank used film noir to describe a new kind of American crime film, often adapted from hardboiled novels like Chandler’s The Big Sleep. Chandler himself worked on a noir film, co-writing Double Indemnity.

Thus, the line between hardboiled fiction and noir is complex. To some extent, they are each linked to particular wars – hardboiled comes after World War I, noir during and after World War II. Paul Schrader argues in “Notes on Film Noir” that noir films vocalized returning veterans’ disillusionment, and Sheri Chinen Biesen takes a similar angle in Blackout: World War II and the Origins of Film Noir.

Megan Abbot argues the key difference is that hardboiled fiction is “an extension of the wild west and pioneer narratives.” Terrible things happen in those stories, but they generally end with justice restored. This theory fits Chandler’s idea that the hardboiled detective brings morals to an immoral world: like a Wild West sheriff, he keeps the peace. Noir is more ambiguous. Wrongdoers generally get punished, but that doesn’t mean all things are redeemed. Thomas S. Hibbs argues that noir flirts with nihilism, but something else happens:

“Nihilism has arrived, not when we cease to have happy or obviously just endings, but when the human longing for happiness, communication, love and justice is mocked as unintelligible, pointless, and absurd. However much noir may flirt with or engage the possibility of nihilism, it typically resists succumbing to it. Noir persists in depicting the human longing for love, for truth, and for communication as noble and admirable, as constitutive of what it means to be human. What noir precludes is a happy ending that restores all that has been lost. It denies that the slate can be wiped clean, that costs and consequences can be averted.” (Arts of Darkness 63-64)

Even noir films with happy endings are often bittersweet. On producers’ insistence, the 1947 film version of Nightmare Alley ends differently than the book. After becoming a geek, Stan runs around the carnival in a drunken rage and discovers Molly, who’s been looking for him. Molly forgives Stan and says she’ll care for him. On the 2005 DVD commentary, film historians James Ursini and Alan Silver call this ending “somewhat redemptive” – Stan doesn’t return to the top, but he’s got hope again. This may be true, but as Kim Morgan points out, there’s something dark here. Earlier scenes showed Zeena caring for Pete and Pete admitting he’d be a geek without Zeena. Thus, Molly saying she’ll care for Stan feels like a foreshadowing. The story has gone in a circle, and it’s not clear whether they will relive the last couple’s fate.

As demonstrated earlier, Fairy-tales can have shocking redemptive twists. In noir, redemption is partial or penitential. Some noir films near fairy-tale territory with “it was all a dream” twists (The Woman in the Window) and similar devices. Still, even those heroes never achieve anything like Mark’s turnaround in That Hideous Strength. Noir is more interested in penance than triumph. Thus, Stan must bear the full weight of his choices. Things may get better in some unwritten future, but for the moment, Stan walks the dark path he brought on himself.


Connor holds a Bachelor of Science in Professional Writing from Taylor University, and lives in Colorado. His writing has included award-winning journalism, an article on T.H. White’s legacy for A Pilgrim in Narnia, and over 300 book reviews for The Evangelical Church Library Association. He presented an essay on C.S. Lewis and Terence Fisher at Taylor University’s 2018 Making Literature Conference, and released a short story series, Tapes from the Crawlspace, in 2020. 

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Christmas With J.R.R. Tolkien: The Father Christmas Letters

My little 2015 piece on J.R.R. Tolkien’s funny and endearing Father Christmas Letters has had quite a spin around the internet this week. I cannot think of a better Christmas note for you, dear readers of A Pilgrim in Narnia, than to touch this up a bit and send it back out. I have come to love Tolkien’s peculiar artistic eye, which is captured especially well in the gorgeous and rich Mythopoeic Award-nominated Bodleian exhibition book, Tolkien: Maker of Middle-earth, edited by Catherine McIlwaine. I have since found another copy of The Father Christmas Letters, which our son will receive as a gift when he has his own little ones to entertain–whether at firesides or in classrooms or in library book clubs. Deepest wishes on this holiday season, and may all your polar bears bring joy and light!

What a find! At a yard sale a good friend scored a copy of J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Father Christmas Letters and she was good enough to give it to me.

Published by his daughter-in-law in 1976 on the 3rd anniversary of Tolkien’s death, this is a stunning collection of art and humorous writing. If there is one more gift you would like to get for someone you love–for an older child with a great sense of humour, or any Tolkien fan–there are multiple editions available of this out-of-print special edition in used bookstores online.

The story of this book is itself a great story.

From his first child’s toddlerhood to the end of his last child’s Christmas innocence, long before he became the author of The Hobbit or The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien wrote letters from Father Christmas each year. These letters were carefully delivered to the Tolkien family mantel during advent. They include beautiful art, hand-drawn stamps, the hilarious antics of a polar bear, and personal notes in Father Christmas’ shaky handwriting. The children received these letters each year with delight and wonder, finding themselves lost in the myth as long as they could.

I am thrilled to own this book and wish I had: a) thought of it myself, being a lover of Christmastide creativity and advent antics; and b) the skill to do it. So I will let the work speak for itself, posting a few examples of the artwork and some transcripts.

On this page, Father Christmas writes to 3 year old John in 1920:

tolkiens-father-christmas-letters-pageDear John,

I heard you ask today what I was like & where I lived. I have drawn ME & My House for you. Take care of the picture. I am just off now for Oxford with my bundle of toys–some for you. Hope I shall arrive in time: the snow is very thick at the North Pole tonight:

Yr loving Fr. Chr.

The polar bear is a fan favourite. Here he has tumbled down the stairs,creating all manor of Christmas chaos in Claus Manor. The note from Father Christmas began: “What do you think the poor dear bear has been and done this time? Nothing as bad as letting off all the lights.”

Tolkien-FatherChristmas-polar-bear

The reference to “letting off all the lights” was 1926, where the Polar Bear set off “the biggest bang in the world, and the most monstrous firework there has ever been.” HIlarity ensued in the North Pole. The beautiful cover image is of the Aurora Borealis fireworks that only Santa Claus could keep in his basement.

Tolkien Northern Lights

While most of the book is typescript, there are a couple of examples of copies of the original letters. Here is one in the introduction, a letter of 1933. It tells of peril, where Christmas was almost lost to Goblin attack. The Tolkien Christmas has more elements of violence than the average fireside tale!

Tolkien Father Christmas Letters forematter

There is another letter in a later edition (2001) that is a neat read, and the transcript is in this 1976 edition:

Cliff House
Top of the World
Near the North Pole

Xmas 1925

My dear boys,

I am dreadfully busy this year — it makes my hand more shaky than ever when I think of it — and not very rich. In fact, awful things have been happening, and some of the presents have got spoilt and I haven’t got the North Polar Bear to help me and I have had to move house just before Christmas, so you can imagine what a state everything is in, and you will see why I have a new address, and why I can only write one letter between you both. It all happened like this: one very windy day last November my hood blew off and went and stuck on the top of the North Pole. I told him not to, but the N.P.Bear climbed up to the thin top to get it down — and he did. The pole broke in the middle and fell on the roof of my house, and the N.P.Bear fell through the hole it made into the dining room with my hood over his nose, and all the snow fell off the roof into the house and melted and put out all the fires and ran down into the cellars where I was collecting this year’s presents, and the N.P.Bear’s leg got broken. He is well again now, but I was so cross with him that he says he won’t try to help me again. I expect his temper is hurt, and will be mended by next Christmas. I send you a picture of the accident, and of my new house on the cliffs above the N.P. (with beautiful cellars in the cliffs). If John can’t read my old shaky writing (1925 years old) he must get his father to. When is Michael going to learn to read, and write his own letters to me? Lots of love to you both and Christopher, whose name is rather like mine.

That’s all. Goodbye.

Father Christmas

Thanks to Letters of Note for the transcription. Here is a picture of the original letter:

tolkien-original christmas letter

Also included in this letter are these pictures:

tolkien-christmasmas-letters 1925

I hope you will find a copy of this book for yourselves. They really are a delightful read and a wonderful Christmas project idea. I’ll leave you all with just a few more pictures:

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“It Ain’t Hope If It’s a Lie, Stan”: Thoughts on Guillermo del Toro’s Nightmare Alley by John Stanifer (Nightmare Alley Series)

This is the first post in our “Nightmare Alley” series, where a Pilgrim in Narnia looks at Guillermo del Toro’s critically acclaimed new film, Nightmare Alley, and its connections to the past. The 2021 film is an adaptation of the 1946 novel by William Lindsay Gresham, the husband of Joy Davidman–the enigmatic poet and prose writer who found her way into an unlikely and tender late-in-life marriage with C.S. Lewis. Today’s piece is a thoughtful review of the film by über pop culture aficionado, John Stanifer.

“It Ain’t Hope If It’s a Lie, Stan”: Thoughts on Guillermo del Toro’s Nightmare Alley by John Stanifer

The connection between Narnia and Guillermo del Toro’s new film, Nightmare Alley, is a loose one but still well worth examination.

Nightmare Alley is based on the 1946 novel of the same name, written by William Lindsay Gresham. It was almost immediately adapted for the screen, in 1947, with Tyrone Power playing the lead. The proceeds from the book and the film rights gave Gresham his biggest financial success as a writer, allowing him to buy a large house in Staatsburg, New York, for his wife and two boys.

That wife was Joy Davidman, who would later marry C.S. Lewis after she and Gresham divorced. The two boys were David and Douglas, to whom C.S. Lewis would dedicate The Horse and His Boy.

In 1960, after Joy died from cancer, Gresham took a trip to England to visit with his sons and to meet Lewis. While at the Kilns, Gresham asked permission to make an audio recording of Lewis. Lewis said yes and read aloud from Chapter 3 of Perelandra, Chapter 13 of That Hideous Strength, and the prologue to The Canterbury Tales. The Rabbit Room recently made that recording available to the public, and the proceeds are being donated to the Marion E. Wade Center at Wheaton.

Two years after his visit to The Kilns, Gresham would overdose on sleeping pills in a room at the Dixie Hotel in New York, the same hotel where he had written Nightmare Alley almost 20 years earlier.

The seeds of Nightmare Alley were planted during the 15 months Gresham spent as a medic on the Republican side in the Spanish Civil War. Joseph Daniel “Doc” Halliday, a male nurse, told Gresham stories about carnival culture, and everything that went along with it, that clearly made an impression. When Gresham got back to the States, those stories became part of the macabre tapestry of Nightmare Alley.

Nightmare Alley is primarily the story of the rise and fall of Stanton Carlisle, an ambitious young man who joins up with a traveling carnival, learns all their best tricks, and then runs away with a woman in the troupe to strike out on his own and fleece money from the desperate.

In the book, Stan starts his own church, conducting seances for wealthy clients and giving them advice that sounds like a blend of Christianity, New Age mysticism, the occult, and the self-help section at your local bookstore. His “services” even include the occasional hymn.

Del Toro’s Nightmare Alley is an R-rated, but not especially graphic, streamlining of that story. Tyrone Power is replaced by Bradley Cooper, and Cooper is joined by an all-star cast including Cate Blanchett, Willem Dafoe, Ron Perlman, Rooney Mara, and more.

Although religion feels somewhat less central to del Toro’s take on this con man’s journey, there are still some thought-provoking sequences that borrow heavily from Christian imagery. Early in the film, when Stan is helping the troupe track down their “geek,” he follows the geek into a tent ominously labeled “The House of Damnation.” The tent is full of exhibits illustrating the Seven Deadly Sins. One of those exhibits is a mirror. One can’t help but feel that this is symbolic of the journey Stan is about to take into the heart of his own darkness over the course of the film.

Del Toro’s Nightmare Alley, at 140 minutes, runs almost half an hour longer than the 1947 film. One might think that means more of the book ends up in the film, but that isn’t strictly the case. We don’t see quite as much of Zeena, the older woman who runs the carnival with her husband Pete, as we do in the 1947 version. Both films use Zeena’s Tarot cards as a foreshadowing, but neither film gives them as key a role as the book does. In the book, every chapter is named after a different Tarot card, which provides the symbolic framework for what happens in that chapter.

It’s impossible to discuss some of the 2021 Nightmare Alley’s more powerful moments without spoilers, so rather than ruin the experience, I will say that I think the core message of del Toro’s adaptation can be summed up in a single line of dialogue:

“It ain’t hope if it’s a lie, Stan.”

That line has had me thinking since I left the theater. Stan starts out drawing oohs and ahs from crowds by revealing personal details about the members of the audience, details that are really a mix of educated guessing and sleight-of-hand. But that isn’t enough. Eventually, he graduates to promising people contact with their departed loved ones. Sure, he’s making big money by fakery of the most intimate kind, but what does it matter (so he tells himself) as long as he’s giving the victims hope? That’s a good thing, right?

Right?!

Or maybe all those false promises can lead to violent, tragic consequences.

The R-rated material in del Toro’s film is used sparingly, shocking us out of our complacency with the brokenness of the people we are watching onscreen. Stan’s greed for gain leaves a trail of shattered lives (and even a shattered face or two).

I personally don’t subscribe to the belief that the book is always better than the movie. The book, the 1947 film, and the 2021 del Toro film all tell the same story in their own way. All are worth a look, but be forewarned that the tone and content (in case it isn’t obvious by now) are a long way from tea parties with fauns (not that Narnia doesn’t have its own share of darkness, but we never dive into it quite as deeply as we do in Nightmare Alley).

Many viewers will judge Tyrone Power’s performance as Stan to be the more mature of the two; Cooper’s Stan feels like a younger, more vulnerable version of the character, a lost child who has never been loved the way we all hope to be loved by our family and our friends. That being said, Cooper plays his role well and is joined by a wonderful array of veteran actors. Blanchett trades in her elf ears to play Lilith Ritter, a psychologist who attends one of Stan’s early performances and shows him, shall we say, that there’s more than one way to prey on the desperate, and maybe his isn’t the only game in town.

Del Toro’s Nightmare Alley is a dark fable that shows us the final consequences of deception on both the deceiver and the deceived. If you’re up for something different from the typical fare . . .

. . . then HURRY, HURRY, HURRY to the nearest cinema before this show pulls its stakes and leaves town!

Postscript:

It should be noted that Gresham’s participation in the Spanish Civil War bears relevance to much of del Toro’s previous body of work. Several of his films depict the Spanish Civil War in various ways, perhaps most famously his 2006 dark fantasy Pan’s Labyrinth.

Like Lewis’s The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, Pan’s Labyrinth features a young girl who has had her life disrupted by war. Curiosity and imagination help her deal with the horrors in her life. She even meets a faun, though don’t expect this faun to be as cuddly as Mr. Tumnus!

Bio:

John Stanifer is a librarian and English tutor by day and a crime-fighting vigilante by night. He reads 100 books a year and tries to follow C.S. Lewis’s advice to re-read books as often as he reads new ones. His own book, Virtuous Worlds: The Video Gamer’s Guide to Spiritual Truth, was published by Winged Lion Press in 2011 and represents an effort to dispel the negative associations video games so often have in Christian circles.

His scholarly interests tend to land somewhere at the intersection between literature and pop culture. One of his more recent essays, “Cosmic Horror vs. Cosmic Redemption: C.S. Lewis and H.P. Lovecraft,” was published in The Faithful Imagination (Winged Lion Press, 2019).

Over the past few years, John has dressed up as C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, H.P Lovecraft, and Edgar A. Poe at various pop-culture conventions. He is happy to be called a nerd and is basically a 12-year-old living in a 36-year-old body.

John holds a M.A. in English from Morehead State University and is currently working on an A.A.S. in Cyber Security & Info Assurance from Ivy Tech Community College.

References:

Downing, David. “The ‘Lost’ C. S. Lewis Tapes on the Ransom Trilogy and Chaucer.” Off the Shelf: Blog of the Marion E. Wade Center, 2 Oct. 2020, https://wadecenterblog.wordpress.com/2020/10/02/lost-lewis-tapes/?fbclid=IwAR0jiI2yV15s6_uy_n6iHMkn87eAlm8_2ib5moTI-CsDIupKGYUDIDCK86Q.

Duncan, Paul. “William Lindsay Gresham: Nothing Matters in This Goddamned Lunatic Asylum of a World But Dough.” Miskatonic University Press: RARA-AVIS, 3 Jul. 2000, https://www.miskatonic.org/rara-avis/archives/200007/0019.html. Accessed 17 Dec. 2021.

Polidoro, Massimo. “Blind Alley: The Sad and ‘Geeky’ Life of William Lindsay Gresham.” The Skeptical Inquirer, vol. 27, no. 4, Jul/Aug 2003, pp. 14-17. ProQuest. Accessed 17 Dec. 2021.

Not wanting to show too much, here is the teaser trailer for Guillermo del Toro’s Nightmare Alley.

Someone has created a little trailer for the 1947 film:

And you can find the entire film smouldering 1947 classic with Tyrone Power here:

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Announcing the Nightmare Alley Series on A Pilgrim in Narnia

Following months of rumours and all-too-enticing hype for eagre film-lovers in a lean year, last week finally saw the release of Guillermo del Toro’s critically acclaimed new film, Nightmare Alley. Guillermo del Toro is a genius of dark fantasy with Academy Award-winning films like Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) and The Shape of Water (2017). This period adaptation has high production value and a huge cast, including Bradley Cooper, Cate Blanchett, Willem Dafoe, Rooney Mara, and Mary Steenburgen.

From the trailers, it looks like del Toro wants to languish in the smokey, eye-gazing, overwrought one-line dynamic of the 1947 film noir version of Nightmare Alley, combined with a thriller energy and horror sensibilities that back-stages atmospheric features of carnival life, both luring and lurid.

Indeed, while the trailer wants us to think that true monstrosity is always off stage–and there are some intriguing nods to the ’47 film even in this short trailer–I have no doubt that del Toro is trying to help us reimagine both terror and monstrosity in us as well as in the the creatures beyond our understanding.

Why the interest in this particular film at A Pilgrim In Narnia–especially since the film did not release in my small shire-like land of Prince Edward Island?

While I am a fan of thrillers that flirt with the fantastic and will certainly see this film, the connection for friends and pilgrims of Narnia goes deeper. As it turns out, both the 1947 and 2021 films are adaptations of the 1946 novel, Nightmare Alley, written by William Lindsay Gresham. And William Lindsay Greshamis is, in fact, Bill Gresham, the husband of Joy Davidman–the American poet and prose writer who found her way into a surprising late-in-life marriage with C.S. Lewis. So while Joy Davidman’s life and work–including her compelling poetry and mercurial personality–loom much larger for me than a one-hit-wonder novelist from the ’40s, the connection keeps me intrigued.

Davidman’s biographer, Abigail Santamaria, describes Nightmare Alley‘s impact on the Gresham household where both Joy and Bill were struggling writers, pressed to the edge as parents and artists trying to hold it all together:

Nightmare Alley, published on September 9 [1946] had begun generating press as early as July 7, with the Washington Post promising a “sinister and compelling piece of fiction” that would “shock some readers but send the public clamoring to the bookstores.” And it did. The novel, a work of brilliance, would become a noir classic with a cult following for decades to come.

But first, a bigger payoff presented itself: Twentieth Century-Fox bought the film rights for $50,000. And the studio invited Bill to Hollywood for the first two months of 1947 to collaborate with writer Jules Furthman on adapting the novel for the screen. In January, Bill took a train west. The picture, starring Tyrone Power and Joan Blondell, would be produced at lightning speed for a New York City premiere at the Mayfair Theater on October 7, 1947. The windfall was more money than Bill or Joy had ever seen, and they knew exactly how they wanted to spend it. “We looked around for the biggest house we could find,” Bill said. After two years of living and writing in a cramped three-room apartment with one, and then two babies, the Greshams wanted a home with land where Davy and Douglas could grow “husky and brown and tough and mischievous. That is all one can ask.” And they “had to have a woodlot,” Joy insisted. “We wanted the feeling of walking in our own woods.” Ample workspace was also a priority, private studies in which to think and write. Both of them had new projects in the works…. The future once again promised great things. Now they could settle down. Now everything would be fine (Abigail Santamaria, Joy: Poet, Seeker, and the Woman Who Captivated C. S. Lewis (p. 178-9).

I have no doubt that Gresham’s Nightmare Alley will find its way to my bedside table and we’ll find a way to stream the film–even this far into the North Atlantic. As the connections run deep, however, and as del Toro’s work is richly complex and visually stimulating, we are offering a “Nightmare Alley” series here on a Pilgrim in Narnia, bringing in some our friends as guest writers.

  • On Wednesday, I’m thrilled that we’ll be publishing a review of Guillermo del Toro’s Nightmare Alley by John Stanifer, fan culture man about town
  • Next week, I am excited to release a piece by arts and culture writer, G. Connor Salter, with his piece, “The Nightmare Alley of That Hideous Strength: A Look at C.S. Lewis and William Gresham”
  • Early in the New Year I will share my own thoughts on Nightmare Alley
  • On the evening of Friday, Jan 7th we are hoping to have a live video conversation about Nightmare Alley, Joy and Bill Gresham, and connection with C.S. Lewis–more details to follow.

I am also open to publishing high quality, thoughtful reviews or essays on this topic from readers of A Pilgrim in Narnia over the next couple of weeks. Send pitches to Brenton at junkola[at]gmail[dot]com. Meanwhile, catch Nightmare Alley in films if you can and await Wednesday’s review. And you can find the entire creepy, smouldering 1947 classic here:

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The Heroic Gideon and Harrowing Features of Living in the Ninth: Thoughts on Tamsyn Muir’s Necromantic Dream Vision (Blogging the Hugos 2021)

In our 2020 Hugo Award roundtable, I was tasked with presenting Alix E. Harrow’s gorgeous gateway fantasy, The Ten Thousand Doors of January. Though I chose the book simply for its name and cover design, I came to love the story. I am still disappointed that did not win. It’s a story that still resonates with me.

Of the stories described by my co-panellists, the novel I was most interested in was Gideon the Ninth. As Muir’s second book, Harrow the Ninth, was nominated in this year’s Hugo novel category, I relished the chance to pick up the series.

The first two books of Tamsyn Muir’s Locked Tomb series are genre-bending marvels. As postapocalyptic tales with horror elements, gothic not merely in atmosphere but also in the creative use of literary motifs, these stories are a rare melange of famous and infamous genres I love to read. In particular, without becoming campy or inauthentic, the stories include all the best elements of dying earth science fiction, cult-survival post-apocalypse, haunted house horror, and chivalric romance.

The Locked Tomb world is itself as sophisticated in construction as its literary design. What makes these novels sing, however, are their characters. Indeed, with 30+ active characters, Gideon the Ninth can be a baffling book to begin. However, soon enough, many of these characters exit the stage in glory or ignominy, and the Dramatis Personae at the front of the book—as well as a few google searches for fan infographics—kept me moving along.

While each of the central characters is skillfully drawn, it all begins with one of my favourite heroes of science fiction, Gideon Nav, an indentured servant to The Ninth House.

In what appears to be an intergalactic experiment in human re-formation following the destruction of Earth, a great necromancer has resurrected the lost dead of a dying human species, reseeding them among nine planets to become the great houses of the necromancer’s undying empire. The Necrolord’s first house is served by the other eight, whose characteristics are captured in the poetic preface to Gideon the Ninth:

Two is for discipline, heedless of trial;
Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile;
Four for fidelity, facing ahead;
Five for tradition and debts to the dead;
Six for the truth over solace in lies;
Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies;
Eight for salvation no matter the cost;
Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost.

At the back of these two novels is a summons by the Emperor-god for representatives from the eight service houses to travel across the universe to Canaan House in order to win a chance to gain immortal Lyctorhood. Though the twins of the Third House change the game a little by producing two heirs of necromantic power, each of the eight houses sends a two-person team: the house’s necromancer and the cavalier who defends the necromancer.

Each house brings with it strengths that the others must face as enemies or use as allies. The Second House excels in skills (both in the sword and death magic), the princesses and prince of Ida of the Third lead by charismatic strength, the Fourth forges alliances, the Fifth understands the link between life and death, the Sixth has scientific and historical sophistication, the Seventh produces quick-blossoming wit and beauty that fades quickly, the Eighth is a hermitage of religious zealots who commit all their skill to knowledge to righteousness, and the Ninth House keeps the Locked Tomb.

There are other layers to the houses, so that the Second is the Emperor’s Strength, the Third is the Mouth of the Emperor, the Fourth the Hope of the Emperor, the Fifth his Heart, the Sixth his Reason, and the Seventh his Joy—while the eighth and ninth are the protectors of the “tome” and “tomb,” respectively, the biblicists and liturgists of great power and commitment.

At the centre of this story is The Ninth House, whose royal priests serve as caretakers of a cult that protects the balance of power in the universe: a figure entombed eternally, lying still in undying death, the kind of corpse that one should definitely not fall in love with.

The sole heiress of the Ninth House, Harrowhark Nonagesimus–for reasons that are simultaneously self-centred and sacrificial–greatly desires to become an immortal Lyctor, the sword of the Emperor. As her house’s historic cavalier is more suited to writing heroic verse than to being a hero, Harrow chooses to make Gideon Nav her cavalier prime.

While Gideon truly is an expert in the sword and thus an excellent choice to twin with Harrow’s genius as a necromancer, Gideon is far from happy with the honour. Indeed, when we meet Gideon at the opening of Book 1, she is in the midst of attempting her umpteenth escape—not just from the castle entombed within the depths of the sacred mountain, but from the planet itself, as the entire planet is the Ninth House. With laconic wit and sardonic fatalism, Gideon has been trying since childhood to escape the extremely creepy and downright abusive holy house of the Ninth.

In escaping the Ninth House, Gideon longs to serve the Emperor as a swordsman, but her antipathy of Harrowhark goes much deeper than a simple relation of master and slave. Near contemporaries of birth, Gideon and Harrow have been locked in a cycle of mutual hatred and violence for as long as they have been conscious of one another. Following one of the weirdest battle scenes I have ever encountered in the first chapters of a book, Harrowhark bribes a reluctant Gideon into serving as her cavalier prime for the upcoming contest, promising freedom and commendation should they survive. Fiercely independent and antagonistic in skillsets and personality types, Harrow and Gideon slowly learn that to succeed in Canaan House—indeed, even to survive the contest’s quests and the blades of other houses—they must work together. To win the game, they must draw into intimate connection Gideon’s finesse with the blade and facility to gain allies with Harrow’s precise work in death magic and her blade-sharp intelligence.  

 

With this premise in place, Book 1 (Gideon the Ninth) is primarily about the search for Lyctor knowledge in Canaan House, which soon becomes a fight for survival against unseen foes. Book 2 (Harrow the Ninth) is about Harrow’s further growth in necromancy and her seeming psychological degradation. The books link and overlap in timeline, creating one of the more unusual serial relations I have ever encountered.

The linguistic play, character motivations, imagery, and world-building are each so complex and visually detailed that I must admit that I struggled to find my footing in reading these novels. That said, I loved Gideon the Ninth. I revelled in Gideon’s brilliance as a character, including both her extremely caustic sense of humour and her emerging heroism with loyalty at its core.

However, while I loved its root story, Harrow the Ninth was extremely difficult for me to get into. Not only does it have all of the admirable complexities of its prequel, but the newest novel includes a number of alienating features.

On the one hand, it is a sequel that absolutely requires knowledge of the first book. Like Gideon the Ninth, the intricate details of the fictional world are revealed slowly throughout the novel, requiring a good deal of trust and imaginative openness on the part of the reader. There are times when I wonder if the slow-drip intravenous approach to revealing speculative universe structures demands too much. In any case, few writers could do what Muir does in terms of visual imagery, atmosphere, and (meta)physics.

On the other hand, the eager reader of Gideon the Ninth is going to be completely baffled by the protagonist as we see her interior life in Harrow the Ninth. At least, I was that eager reader and I was puzzled and disoriented by the first half of a sequel that, in principle, picks up just after Gideon’s tale but somehow also lives alongside the previous novel.

Tamsyn Muir is clearly a writer who demands much from her readers. While Gideon the Ninth is, for me, not just a work of imaginative genius but also the centrepiece for a character I loved from the first page, Harrow the Ninth is a strong sequel in that Muir continues to write with imagistic sophistication. Indeed, she has extended her initial reach somewhat with an experiment in point-of-view—one that seems to risk even more in the second novel’s epilogue.

Imagistically, Muir succeeds as Gene Wolfe and Roger Zelazny do in creating a lovable/unlovable hero character in an alien, visually-rice environment, where the classic demands of heroism are renegotiated but never lost entirely. Muir goes further, however, in creating sparky, bright, and vulgar dialogue that somehow works in continuity with a story that is soaked in a dark, brooding, and grave literary environment. Indeed, “gothic” is not merely a description of genre and atmosphere in these novels, but a dramatic understatement about the poetic sophistication that Muir employs. 

How do you do gothic so well and create dialogue and interactions that are laugh-out-loud comical without either degrading the necromantic atmosphere or creating a parody? Perhaps I am simply unaware of a whole genre of funny and effective gothic nightmares set in space with vivid and varied characters filled with witty banter and humorous unexpectedness. I suspect, though, that Tamsyn Muir is simply very good.

I also suspect there are miles of depths within these novels that I am simply locked out of. Frequently, I feel like there is a pop culture or literary connection on the edge of my imagination, but I can’t quite find it. I even feel like if a character said, “They don’t advertise for killers in the newspaper” or “I am not left-handed” or “Strike me down in anger and I’ll always be with you” or “Ever have that feeling where you’re not sure if you’re awake or dreaming?” I would finally understand the joke.

One of the things I feel like I begin to understand is Muir’s linguistic playfulness. In dozens of names and hundreds of little word choices, Muir teases up and recreates philological wonders rooted in Latin and Greek words, but entirely at home in the many duels in these books—whether the militant artistry happens to be the rapier, the two-handed sword, philosophical logic, scientific understanding, healing, team-building, necromantic bonework or bloodplay, occult magic, neuromancy, ancient (i.e, contemporary to the reader) firepower, ecological warfare, geocide, theocide, a criminologist’s eye, or naked men wrestling Greek style in a astrophysical plane that is (I think) at least partly a metaphor.

There are a lot of battles. Fortunately, Muir is one of the greatest writers of hand-to-hand combat that I have read in this generation of science fiction novels.

I get the word-play. I love the verbal inventiveness. I also get the value of the risk in transgressing genre—and I suspect there are even more structural elements at play than I have described. For example, there is the question of romance in the more contemporary sense—but one befitting a chivalric tale. Though it has been touted as a queer sf tale, the Locked Tomb series is, only sort of, a kissing book. There are romantic interests and crushes and an occasional kiss, as well as a theochromatic orgy off-screen in the second book. Each of the kisses, at least to my recollection, is organic to the moment and critical to the tale.

However, beyond the kissing, what I like about reading this series is that other things matter in the relational matrix of the story’s moral heart—things like friendship and bravery and honour and creativity. I like that these are, at their heart, orphans’ tales, with the orphan longing for parental love, guidance, and mentorship. I like that it is difficult to know who to trust—for each book is also, generically speaking, a mystery—but I like even more that it is difficult to learn how to trust. For it is a lesson the reader needs to be as aware of as the characters in the tales, whose hearts and bodies and minds are in the line of fire.

If I did not discern the clues of mystery at the heart of the Gideon the Ninth labyrinth quest clearly enough, I feel like I understood the necropsychophysiological detective story that drives Harrow the Ninth—even if I didn’t get all the details. So although I struggled with the first half of the book, like Gideon the Ninth, the sequel has an absolutely riveting penultimate section. As the second novel came to a close, however, I must admit to a return to befuddlement. For the critical distinction of the Gideon-Harrow story that I discerned in the details of the series has not turned out to be the radical mystery that the novel wants to solve. Or at least not yet, for there are two more stories to come.

Gideon and Harrow are books that could only be written in a visual age, in an age of haunted house horror shows and epic fantasy films and bored aristocrats on television and video games with swordfighters with their backs to the wall in institutional bathrooms and hotel lobbies. As a reader who rarely visualizes the background details but instead allows imagery to wash over my reading experiences with atmospheric energy, I really feel that I am at a distance from the imagistic richness of Muir’s magical world.

I would love to see these worlds come alive on screen. But who could do it? How it be done except with an ill-fitting ensemble production team with Ang Lee on breathtaking photography, Christopher Nolan on time-layering action sequences, Guillermo del Toro on fantasy visual design, Ridley Scott on neo-noir dystopia, Tobe Hooper on horror sf elements, Tim Burton on spooky weird, Jim Sharman on costume, and Lilly and Lana Wachowski on how to make a super cool pop culture phenomenon that lives on the edge of the ridiculous—with consultation by Stephen King and Neil Gaiman on ensuring that the rest don’t miss the core of Muir’s world-building genius? I don’t know if it can be done, but Denis Villeneuve’s recent work gives me hope.

Thus, while the second Ninth novel was more harrowing than the first, I highly recommend Tamsyn Muir’s postapocalyptic space-age detective stories of necromantic heroism.

Blogging the Hugos 2021 (Tentative Schedule)

 

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