The Terror by Arthur Machen

Ingenious and spooky WWI thriller

Welsh author Arthur Machen (1863–1947) wrote primarily in the horror and fantasy genres, and his work has proved greatly influential to subsequent authors in those areas, from H. P. Lovecraft to Stephen King. Machen has only recently come to my attention, and so far I have enjoyed everything I’ve read by him. He may be the greatest of Edgar Allan Poe’s successors in the literature of horror and the supernatural. Machen’s work of the late 19th and early 20th centuries brings Poe’s gothic terror into the modern era in a way that can still be appreciated by, and frightening to, 21st-century readers.

Machen’s novel The Terror was published in 1917. It takes place in a small rural coastal village of southwestern Wales named Meirion. In 1915, at the height of World War I, a shocking rash of mysterious deaths occurs in and around this village. Children have fallen off of cliffs, or were they pushed? Bodies are found of people who appear to have died of asphyxiation, but with no apparent evidence of strangulation or other trauma. A family lies dead in the highway out in front of their home, their brains bashed in. A girl is stung to death by bees. A farmer is found dead of a stab wound, as if pierced by a spear. There are no witnesses to these killings, and no clues as to their causes or perpetrators. Since it’s wartime, however, one can’t help but wonder if the Germans are responsible. Could there be a secret network of German soldiers operating within the British Isles, spreading terror throughout the countryside? Whether the Germans are responsible or not, this tragedy and terror on the home front is certainly not helping Britain’s war effort and has greatly hindered England’s fight against Germany.

Two local citizens attempt to find an explanation for these bizarre happenings. Dr. Lewis is a country physician, while Mr. Remnant seems to be a well-read retiree. The two theorize as to the causes of these events and bounce ideas off of each other. Lewis seems to be the more rationally scientific of the two. Remnant is more open to far-fetched conspiracy theories. The story is related by an unidentified third-person narrator who, like an investigative journalist, has gathered testimony related to these incidents, much of it from the mouths of Lewis and Remnant.

Even to today’s audience, who has developed an immunity to murder novels and serial killer movies, Machen’s descriptions of the deaths are bluntly brutal and must have been quite shocking to readers of a century ago. Many horror filmmakers of today are still squeamish about killing children in their stories, but not so with Machen. The indiscriminateness of this tragedy, coupled with the journalistic style with which the details are presented, give the novel an air of realism, even when contemplating possible supernatural occurrences. There are times over the course of the novel when the plot just seems to be a collection of random scary events with no rhyme or reason to the proceedings. Machen concludes the mystery, however, with an ending that ingeniously ties all loose ends together into a unique, imaginative, and praiseworthy resolution.

Of the three novels by Machen I’ve read so far, The Terror is superior to The Hill of Dreams but falls just short of The Great God Pan. All three are really quite exceptional works. While it’s easy to draw comparisons to Poe, Machen really has a distinctive voice and style all his own. His writing is quite unlike any of his contemporaries. The horror stories of Arthur Conan Doyle, Ambrose Bierce, and Algernon Blackwood seem tame and quaint by comparison. I’m not an habitual reader of horror or supernatural fiction, but in Machen’s case I will gladly make an exception.

The Great God Pan by Arthur Machen

If Poe wrote The Omen

Arthur Machen (1863-1947) is a Welsh writer known for his work in the fantasy and horror fiction genres. His best-known work is likely The Great God Pan, a novella first published in book form in 1894. Early in his career, Machen’s brand of decadent horror didn’t bring him a great deal of success or acclaim, as his writings were ahead of his time in challenging puritanical sensibilities. In the 1920s, however, critics started to rediscover and appreciate his work. The Great God Pan has since influenced later generations of horror writers, including Stephen King, Peter Straub, and filmmaker Guillermo del Toro.

The premise of this novella is based on the ancient idea known as Platonic dualism—the theory that beyond the world of our senses there is a higher, “real” world that we cannot experience except through rare and extraordinary revelations. Physicists and materialist philosophers conjecture that there are higher dimensions beyond 3D space that we are incapable of empirically comprehending, while spiritualists and clergy assert a supernatural spirit-world that exists outside the realm of matter. It is with this latter conception that Machen deals in The Great God Pan. Through an unethical medical experiment, a physician grants his guinea-pig patient the power to see into this extramundane world beyond. This opens up a Pandora’s box, from which an abyss of satyr-like demons and hellish abominations is revealed, once separated from our reality by a thin veil of imperception but now unleashed and seeping into the world in which we live. The phrase “the great god Pan” is not literal; it’s just a euphemism for this supernatural realm.

The Great God Pan has every bit of the spine-chilling macabre atmosphere of one of Edgar Allan Poe’s best stories. The plot, however, presages modern horror films like The Omen, The Exorcist, or The Mothman Prophecies. A small group of characters teams up to investigate a mystery that leads them to horrifying supernatural conclusions. In this case, however, the evils they face do not come from the Christian Hell but rather from a pagan Hell that harkens back to ancient times. Though the heroes are British gentlemen who likely attend the Anglican church, they are forced to acknowledge horrors and evils that predate their beliefs and defy their cozy faith. Such ideas and imagery were a bit much for Machen’s Victorian audience. The book was perceived as controversial and scandalous upon its release, but it has been acknowledged by later generations as a masterpiece of the horror genre.

Machen has structured the narrative so that it reads almost like a series of reports—medical diagnoses, legal documents, personal diaries and letters—in which the characters exchange information. This heightens the realism of the work. It’s amazing how much terror Machen can generate by saying so little about the menacing cause of woe. Here you won’t find tangible villains like the vampires of Bram Stoker or the tentacled beasts of H. P. Lovecraft. The monsters in this novel are less forthcoming. They reveal themselves in a peculiar facial expression or an inexplicable feeling of dread. They don’t tear their victims to pieces but nevertheless silently engender a contagious chain of death.

This is only the second book I’ve read by Machen, the first being The Hill of Dreams. That book impressed me so much that I bought the Delphi Classics’ ebook The Complete Works of Arthur Machen, and I’m glad I did. I was even more blown away by The Great God Pan, and I look forward to exploring deeper into Machen’s body of work.

The Hill of Dreams by Arthur Machen

Disturbing trip inside a mind losing grip on reality

Welsh author Arthur Machen’s novel The Hill of Dreams was published in 1907. Its protagonist, Lucian Taylor, is the son of a clergyman. Lucian and his widower father live on the outskirts of a rural Welsh village named Caermaern. Lucian is very intelligent, but not in the conventional good-grades way. He loves books and enjoys filling his mind with esoteric, mostly useless knowledge. A social outsider, Lucian frequently wanders alone through the countryside. He develops a fascination for the local Roman ruins and all things antiquarian and reads works on the occult. From such subject matter, he creates an interior fantasy world that serves as a paradisiacal refuge from the world of everyday society. Lucian is smart enough to pursue university studies, but he doesn’t have the money to do so. I don’t know enough about the Welsh clergy to understand how a country parson goes poor, but Lucian and his father live in relative squalor. Lucian is caught in the catch-22 of can’t get an education without money and can’t earn money without an education. He decides to become a writer and devotes all of his energies to that goal. The practice of writing becomes almost a religious obsession with him, entwined with his pagan fantasy land. Lucian’s literary career is an uphill battle, however, and he experiences failure and frustration in his chosen vocation.

Through the eyes of this outsider, Machen satirizes the British literary scene and the British class system. The rich residents of Lucian’s town look down on him for his poverty, while they themselves are depicted as pompous, shallow hypocrites. As a writer, Lucian yearns to create a timeless masterpiece for the ages, but he is constantly reminded, by literary critics and well-meaning neighbors, that the insipid popular novel is where success lies. Underlying the story of Lucian’s coming-of-age, The Hill of Dreams is an expression of Machen’s ideas on literature and the arts. His is a bleak and cynical outlook reminiscent of Jack London’s Martin Eden.

Machen is best-known today as an author of horror fiction. (Stephen King is a fan.) Is The Hill of Dreams horror? Not by today’s standards. It’s more of a psychological tragedy with an overall tone reminiscent of the deliberate dreariness of Edgar Allan Poe’s work. The novel charts Lucian’s gradual descent into madness. The reader roots for this young man, hoping he’ll find some happiness, but it becomes harder to get behind him as he becomes more and more disturbingly unhinged. Lucian’s story illustrates how someone like a John Hinckley Jr., Mark David Chapman, or Ted Kaczynski might have been created. About 90 percent of this novel, however, happens inside of Lucian’s head, so he never goes so far as to commit actions similar to those aforementioned psychopaths.

Those with antisocial tendencies can’t help but identify to some extent with Lucian. Polite society is replete with superficial pretense. Wouldn’t it be great if we could get along without it? This is a book that speaks to misanthropes and misfits. Hermann Hesse’s novel Demian likewise speaks to that audience, but reassures such misanthropes that there are others out there like you, your narcissism is justified, you are superior to the human herd, and someday you will be discovered by your misfit brethren. Machen offers no such consolation in The Hill of Dreams. We sympathize with Lucian, but there is no doubt he has gone off the rails, beyond the point of reason or justification.

Machen writes brilliant, exquisite prose. There’s hardly a sentence in this book that wouldn’t qualify as a quotable line of poetry. The plot, or lack thereof, does get repetitive and drag on in its relentless chronicling of Lucian’s deranged thoughts. Nevertheless, this is a deep and compelling work. One reading might not be enough to fully appreciate everything Machen put into this.