The House on the Borderland

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English author William Hope HodgsonBorn(1877-11-15)15 November 1877Blackmore End, Essex, EnglandDied19 April 1918 (1918-04-20) (aged 40)[1]Ypres salient, BelgiumOccupationAuthor, sailor, soldierNationalityBritishGenreFantasy, horror, weird fictionNotable worksThe House on the Borderland, The Night LandSpouse Betty Farnworth ​(m. 1913)​ William Hope Hodgson (15 November 1877 – 19 April 1918) was an English author. He produced a large body of work, consisting of essays, short fiction, and novels, spanning several overlapping genres including horror, fantastic fiction, and science fiction.[2][3][4][5] Hodgson used his experiences at sea to lend authentic detail to his short horror stories, many of which are set on the ocean, including his series of linked tales forming the "Sargasso Sea Stories". His novels, such as The House on the Borderland (1908) and The Night Land (1912), feature more cosmic themes, but several of his novels also focus on horrors associated with the sea. Early in his writing career Hodgson dedicated effort to poetry, although few of his poems were published during his lifetime. He also attracted some notice as a photographer and achieved renown as a bodybuilder. He died in World War I at age 40. Life[edit] Early years and life at sea[edit] Hodgson was born in the hamlet of Blackmore End near Braintree in Essex, the son of the Reverend Samuel Hodgson, an Anglican priest, and Lissie Sarah Brown. He was the second of 12 children, three of whom died in infancy.[3] The death of a child is a theme in several of Hodgson's works including the short stories "The Valley of Lost Children", "The Sea-Horses", and "The Searcher of the End House". Hodgson's father was moved frequently and served 11 different parishes in 21 years, including one in Ardrahan, County Galway, Ireland.[3] This setting was later featured in Hodgson's novel The House on the Borderland.[3] Hodgson ran away from his boarding school at age 13, in an effort to become a sailor. He was caught and returned to his family, but eventually received his father's permission to be apprenticed as a cabin boy and began a four-year apprenticeship in 1891.[3] Hodgson's father died shortly thereafter, of throat cancer, leaving the family impoverished; while William was away, the family subsisted largely on charity. After his apprenticeship ended in 1895, Hodgson began two years of study in Liverpool and was then able to pass the tests and receive his mate's certificate; he then began several more years as a sailor. At sea, Hodgson experienced bullying. This led him to begin a program of personal training.[6] According to Sam Moskowitz,[7] The primary motivation of his body development was not health, but self-defence. His relatively short height and sensitive, almost beautiful face made him an irresistible target for bullying seamen. When they moved in to pulverize him, they would learn too late that they had come to grips with easily one of the most powerful men, pound for pound, in all England. The theme of bullying of an apprentice by older seamen, and revenge taken, appeared frequently in his sea stories. While away at sea, in addition to his exercises with weights and with a punching bag, Hodgson also practised his photography, taking photographs of aurora borealis, cyclones, lightning, sharks, and the maggots that infested the food given to sailors. He also built up a stamp collection, practised his marksmanship while hunting, and kept journals of his experiences at sea.[3] In November 1898, he was awarded the Royal Humane Society medal for heroism for saving another sailor who, in March of the same year, had fallen from the topmast into the sea in shark-infested waters off the coast of New Zealand.[3] Physical culture, essays and poetry[edit] In 1899, at age 22, he opened a School of Physical Culture in Ainsworth Street, Blackburn, England, as "the inventor and teacher of a system that will cure indigestion". The School offered tailored exercise regimes for personal training.[8] Among his customers were members of the Blackburn police force. In 1902, Hodgson himself appeared on stage with handcuffs and other restraining devices supplied by the Blackburn police department and applied the restraints to Harry Houdini, who had previously escaped from the Blackburn jail.[8] His behavior towards Houdini generated controversy; the escape artist had some difficulty removing his restraints, complaining that Hodgson had deliberately injured him and jammed the locks of his handcuffs.[8] Hodgson was not shy of publicity, and in another notable stunt, rode a bicycle down a street so steep that it had stairs, an event written up in the local paper. Despite his reputation, he eventually found that he could not earn a living running his personal training business, which was seasonal in nature, and shut it down. He began instead writing articles such as "Physical Culture versus Recreative Exercises" (published in 1903). One of these articles, "Health from Scientific Exercise", featured photographs of Hodgson himself demonstrating his exercises. The market for such articles seemed to be limited, however; so, inspired by authors such as Edgar Allan Poe, H. G. Wells, Jules Verne and Arthur Conan Doyle,[9] Hodgson turned his attention to fiction, publishing his first short story, "The Goddess of Death", in 1904, followed shortly by "A Tropical Horror" (1905). He also contributed to an article in The Grand Magazine, taking the "No" side in a debate on the topic "Is the Mercantile Navy Worth Joining?" In this piece, Hodgson laid out in detail his negative experiences at sea, including facts and figures about salaries. This led to a second article in The Nautical Magazine, an exposé on the subject of apprenticeships; at the time, families often were forced to pay to have boys accepted as apprentices. Hodgson began to give paid lectures, illustrated with his photography in the form of colorized slides, about his experiences at sea. Although he wrote a number of poems, only a handful were published during his lifetime; several, such as "Madre Mia" (1907), appeared as dedications to his novels. Apparently cynical about the prospects of publishing his poetry, in 1906 he published an article in The Author magazine, suggesting that poets could earn money by writing inscriptions for tombstones. Many of his poems were published by his widow in two posthumous collections, but some 48 poems were not published until their appearance in the collection The Lost Poetry of William Hope Hodgson (2005). Career in fiction, and marriage[edit] Hodgson at an unknown date Hodgson's first short story was "The Goddess of Death" (1904), in which he utilised a statue of Flora which stood in Corporation Park, Blackburn, as the focus of a tale in which a Hindu statue, seized from an Indian temple, stood in a small English town. The statue comes alive to take its revenge on the people who stole it. The Royal Magazine published the story in April 1904. In 1906, the American magazine The Monthly Story Magazine published "From the Tideless Sea", the first of Hodgson's Sargasso Sea stories. Hodgson continued to sell stories to American magazines as well as British magazines for the remainder of his career, carefully managing the rights to his work in order to maximize his remuneration.[5] While he still lived with his mother in relative poverty, his first published novel, The Boats of the "Glen Carrig", appeared in 1907, to positive reviews. Hodgson also published "The Voice in the Night" the same year, as well as "Through the Vortex of a Cyclone", a realistic story inspired by Hodgson's experiences at sea and illustrated with tinted slides made from his own photographs; Hodgson had previously used these slides to illustrate a "lantern lecture" entitled "Through the Heart of a Cyclone", which he had given at the Trinity Wesleyan School in Montague Street, Blackburn, on 16 November 1906. Hodgson also explored the subject of ships and cyclones in his story "The Shamraken Homeward-Bounder" (1908). Also in 1908, Hodgson published his second novel, The House on the Borderland, again to positive reviews, as well as an unusual satirical science fiction story, "Date 1965: Modern Warfare", a Swiftian satire in which it is suggested that war should be carried out by men fighting in pens with knives, and the corpses carefully salvaged for food, although in letters to the editor published at the time, Hodgson expressed strong patriotic sentiments. In 1909, he published "Out of the Storm", a short horror story about "the death-side of the sea", in which the protagonist drowning in a storm rants about the horrors of a storm at sea.[5] According to Moskowitz, This story proved an emotional testament beyond all other evidence. Hodgson, whose literary success would be in a large measure based on the impressions he received at sea, actually hated and feared the waters with an intensity that was the passion of his life.[7] Also in 1909, Hodgson published another novel, The Ghost Pirates. In the foreword, he wrote that it ... completes what, perhaps, may be termed a trilogy; for, though very different in scope, each of the three books deals with certain conceptions that have an elemental kinship. With this book, the author believes that he closes the door, so far as he is concerned, on a particular phase of constructive thought. The Bookman magazine in its review of the novel in 1909 concluded with the comment: We can only hope that Mr. Hodgson may be induced to reconsider his decision, for we know of nothing like the author's previous work in the whole of present-day literature. Despite the critical success of his novels, Hodgson remained relatively poor. To try to bolster his income from short story sales, he began working on the first of his recurring characters, Thomas Carnacki, featured in several of his most famous stories and partly inspired by Algernon Blackwood's occult detective John Silence.[9] The first of these, "The Gateway of the Monster", was published in The Idler (1910). In 1910, Hodgson also published "The Captain of the Onion Boat", an unusual story that combines a nautical tale and a romance. He continued to publish many stories and non-fiction pieces, occasionally resorting to the use of recycled plot elements and situations, sometimes to the annoyance of his publishers. His last novel to see publication, The Night Land, was published in 1912, although it likely had its genesis a number of years earlier.[5] Hodgson also worked on a 10,000-word novelette version of the novel, now known as The Dream of X (1912). He continued to branch out into related genres, publishing "Judge Barclay's Wife", a Western adventure, in the United States, as well as several non-supernatural mystery stories and the science fiction story "The Derelict" (1912), and even war stories (several of the Captain Gault tales feature wartime themes). In 1912, Hodgson married Betty Farnworth, known also as Bessie, a girl from Cheadle Hulme and a staff member who wrote the "agony" column for the women's magazine Home Notes. Both were 35. She gave up her job after they married on 26 February 1913, in the London borough of Kensington. They moved to the south of France and took up residence there, owing in part to the low cost of living. Hodgson began a work entitled "Captain Dang (An account of certain peculiar and somewhat memorable adventures)" and continued to publish stories in multiple genres, although financial security continued to elude him. When war broke out in Europe, the Hodgsons returned to England. Later life, World War I experience[edit] Hodgson in uniform Hodgson joined[when?] the University of London's Officers' Training Corps. Refusing to have anything to do with the sea despite his experience and Third Mate's certificate, he received a commission as a second lieutenant in the Royal Artillery on 3 July 1915.[10] In 1916, he was thrown from a horse and suffered a broken jaw and a serious head injury; he received a mandatory discharge on 10 June 1916,[11] and returned to writing. Refusing to remain on the sidelines of WWI, Hodgson recovered sufficiently to re-enlist, receiving a new commission as second lieutenant on 18 March 1917.[12] On 10 October 1917 he was promoted to lieutenant, though this was not gazetted until after his death.[13] His published articles and stories from the time reflect his experience in war. Death[edit] Hodgson was killed by the direct impact of an artillery shell at the Fourth Battle of Ypres in April 1918; sources suggest either the 17th or 19th.[5] He was eulogized in The Times on 2 May 1918. The American magazine Adventure, to which Hodgson had contributed fiction, also ran an obituary which reprinted a clipping from his widow, describing how Hodgson led a group of NCOs to safety under heavy fire.[14] Most famous works[edit] Hodgson is most widely known for two works. The House on the Borderland (1908) is a novel of which H. P. Lovecraft, in his long essay "Supernatural Horror in Literature", wrote "but for a few touches of commonplace sentimentality [it] would be a classic of the first water".[15] The Night Land (1912) is a much longer novel, written in an archaic style and expressing a sombre vision of a sunless far-future world; Lovecraft described it as "one of the most potent pieces of macabre imagination ever written".[15] These works both contain elements of science fiction, although they also partake of horror and the occult. According to critical consensus, in these works, despite his often laboured and clumsy language, Hodgson achieves a deep power of expression which focuses on a sense not only of terror but as well of the ubiquity of potential terror, of the thinness of the invisible boundary between the world of normality and an underlying, unaccountable reality for which humans are not suited. The Ghost Pirates (1909) has less of a reputation than The House on the Borderland, but is an effective seafaring horror story of a ship attacked and ultimately dragged down to its doom by supernatural creatures. The book purports to be the spoken testimony of the sole survivor, and the style lacks the pseudo-archaism which makes The Boats of the "Glen Carrig" (1907) and The Night Land tedious reading for many. Hodgson is also known for his short stories featuring recurring characters: the "detective of the occult" Thomas Carnacki, and the smuggler Captain Gault. The Carnacki story "The Whistling Room" has been reprinted in numerous anthologies, including collections introduced by Alfred Hitchcock. Hodgson's single most famous short story is probably "The Voice in the Night" (1907), which has been adapted for film twice. Another story regarded highly by critics is "The Shamraken Homeward-Bounder". Hodgson's work is said to have had an influence on H.P. Lovecraft, even though Lovecraft did not read his works until 1934. In a 2009 essay, China Miéville traces the origin of "the tentacle" as an object of horror to Hodgson's The Boats of the "Glen Carrig", but the motif had already been used by M. R. James in "Count Magnus", which Lovecraft first read shortly before employing the motif. Literary influence[edit] After his death, Hodgson's work was largely forgotten. In the 1930s, however, Hodgson's supernatural fiction was anthologised in both Colin de la Mare's They Walk Again (1931) and Dennis Wheatley's A Century of Horror Stories (1935); this began a revival of interest in Hodgson's work.[3] Hodgson's work was inspirational to many science fiction and fantasy writers. In Britain, Adrian Ross, Olaf Stapledon and Dennis Wheatley were all influenced by Hodgson's work.[3][6] Across the Atlantic, Clark Ashton Smith[16] and Henry S. Whitehead[17] were also influenced by Hodgson's writings. Modern authors who cite Hodgson as an influence include Iain Sinclair,[18] Gene Wolfe, Greg Bear, China Miéville, Simon Clark, Elizabeth Massie, Tim Lebbon, and Brian Keene. Hodgson's literary estate[edit] Hodgson's widow, Bessie, worked to keep his books in print and to publish works he was not able to get published during his lifetime, including two books of poetry. After Bessie Hodgson died in 1943, Hodgson's sister Lissie took over his literary estate. While the first six Carnacki stories were collected during Hodgson's lifetime, "The Haunted Jarvee" appeared posthumously in 1929, and two more Carnacki stories, "The Find" and "The Hog," were published in 1947 by August Derleth. One Captain Gault story, "The Plans of the Reefing Bi-Plane", was not published until 1996, when it was included in the short story collection Terrors of the Sea. Some of Hodgson's poems were first published in 2005, when they appeared in The Lost Poetry of William Hope Hodgson. A number of other Hodgson works are reprinted for the first time since their original publication in the five-volume Collected Fiction of William Hope Hodgson series published by Night Shade Books. Copyright protection has now expired on most of Hodgson's work, with the exception of some of the works published posthumously[citation needed], including many of his poems. Novels[edit] The Boats of the "Glen Carrig" (1907) The House on the Borderland (1908) The Ghost Pirates (1909) The Night Land (1912) The Dream of X (1912) (a 20,000-word abridgement of the 200,000-word novel The Night Land) The House on the Borderland and Other Novels (1946) (a posthumous collection of Hodgson's four major novels) Captain Dang (unfinished) Order of writing versus order of publication[edit] Sam Gafford, in his 1997 essay "Writing Backwards: The Novels of William Hope Hodgson" has suggested that Hodgson's four major novels may have been published in roughly the reverse order of their writing.[19] If this is true, then The Night Land was Hodgson's first novel, in which he poured out his imagination at its most unbridled, and not his last. Gafford writes: This concern over the order of composition of the novels may seem of little importance until we consider the implications toward Hodgson's work overall. .. in effect, Hodgson moved away from TNL's quasi-science fiction scenario (which contained an astounding number of original conceptions) and toward BoGC's more basic adventure slant. If we accept Gafford's thesis, then Hodgson actually wrote The Boats of the "Glen Carrig" last, and it benefits from the modernization of style to the point where it is Hodgson's most accessible novel: When he finishes the group with BoGC, Hodgson has managed to rid himself of these affectations of style and produces a book written in a flat but serviceable tone. With each book, Hodgson learns better control of language and more writing savvy and eventually begins to develop his own voice. But despite the excessively archaic prose style, which does make them less approachable, it is actually Hodgson's earlier works that are considered masterpieces today. And as Gafford says: ...we can only wonder what wonderfully imaginative excesses like The Night Land may have been lost because of an unappreciative public. Short stories[edit] Miscellaneous stories[edit] Note: the following list of stories is based on the five-volume Collected Fiction of William Hope Hodgson published by Night Shade Books, completed in late 2006. The list includes details of first publication, where known. "The Goddess of Death". Royal Magazine, 1904 "The Valley of Lost Children". Cornhill Magazine, February 1906 "Terror of the Water-Tank". The Blue Book, 1907 "Bullion". Everybody's Weekly, 1911 "The Mystery of the Water-Logged Ship". Grand Magazine, 1911 "The Ghosts of the Glen Doon". The Red Magazine, 1911 "My House Shall Be Called the House of Prayer". Cornhill Magazine, February 1911 "Mr. Jock Danplank". The Red Magazine, 1912 "The Mystery of Captain Chappel". The Red Magazine, 1917 "The Home-Coming of Captain Dan". The Red Magazine, 1918 "Merciful Plunder" (first published in 1925 in Argosy-Allstory Weekly) "The Haunting of the Lady Shannon" (Out of the Storm, 1975) "The Heathen's Revenge" (first published in a chapbook as "The Way of the Heathen", 1988) "A Tropical Horror" (first published in 1905) "The Voice in the Night" (first published in 1907) "The Derelict" (first published in 1912) "Eloi Eloi Lama Sabachthani" (first published as "The Baumoff Explosive" in 1919) "The Shamraken Homeward-Bounder" "Out of the Storm" "The Albatross" "The 'Prentices' Mutiny" "The Island of the Crossbones" "The Stone Ship" "The Regeneration of Captain Bully Keller" "The Mystery of Missing Ships" "We Two and Bully Dunkan" "The Haunted Pampero" "The Real Thing: 'S.O.S.'" "Jack Grey, Second Mate" "The Smugglers" "In the Wailing Gully" "The Girl with the Grey Eyes" "Kind, Kind and Gentle Is She" "A Timely Escape" "The Homecoming of Captain Dan" "On the Bridge" "Through the Vortex of a Cyclone". Cornhill Magazine, November 1906 "A Fight with a Submarine" "In the Danger Zone" "Old Golly" "Demons of the Sea". Sea Stories, 1923. Edited and renamed "The Crew of the Lancing" for Over the Edge (1964), edited by August Derleth. "The Wild Man of the Sea" "The Habitants of Middle Islet" "The Riven Night" "The Heaving of the Log" "The Sharks of the St. Elmo" "Sailormen" "By the Lee" "The Captain of the Onion Boat" "The Sea-Horses" "The Valley of Lost Children" "Date 1965: Modern Warfare" "Judge Barclay's Wife" "How the Honorable Billy Darrell Raided the Wind" "The Friendship of Monsieur Jeynois" "The Inn of the Black Crow" "What Happened in the Thunderbolt" "How Sir Jerrold Treyn Dealt with the Dutch in Caunston Cove" "Jem Binney and the Safe at Lockwood Hall" "Diamond Cut Diamond with a Vengeance" "The Room of Fear" "The Promise" Sargasso Sea stories[edit] Main article: Sargasso Sea Stories (William Hope Hodgson) "From the Tideless Sea Part One". Monthly Story Magazine, 1906 "From the Tideless Sea Part Two: Further News of the Homebird". The Blue Book Magazine, 1907 "The Mystery of the Derelict". The Story-teller, 1907 "The Thing in the Weeds". The Story-teller, 1912. Expanded as "An Adventure of the Deep Waters" in the magazine Short Stories, 1916. "The Finding of the Graiken". The Red Magazine, 1913 "The Call in the Dawn". Premier Magazine, 1920, as The Voice in the Dawn Carnacki stories[edit] "The Thing Invisible". The New Magazine, MONTH UNKNOWN, 1912 "The Gateway of the Monster". The Idler, January 1910 "The House Among the Laurels". The Idler, February 1910 "The Whistling Room". The Idler, March 1910 "The Horse of the Invisible". The Idler, April 1910 "The Searcher of the End House". The Idler, June 1910 "The Haunted Jarvee". The Premier Magazine, March 1929 "The Find". First published in 1947 as part of the Carnacki the Ghost Finder Mycroft & Moran collection "The Hog". Weird Tales, January 1947 Captain Jat stories[edit] "The Island of the Ud". The Red Magazine, 1912 "The Adventure of the Headland". The Red Magazine, 1912 Captain Gault stories[edit] "Contraband of War". London Magazine, 1914 "The Diamond Spy". London Magazine, 1914 "The Red Herring". London Magazine, 1914 "The Case of the Chinese Curio Dealer". London Magazine, 1914 "The Drum of Saccharine". London Magazine, 1914 "From Information Received". London Magazine, 1914 "The German Spy". London Magazine, 1915 "The Problem of the Pearls". London Magazine, 1915 "The Painted Lady". London Magazine, 1915 "The Adventure of the Garter". London Magazine, 1916 "My Lady's Jewels". London Magazine, 1916 "Trading with the Enemy". London Magazine, 1916 "The Plans of the Reefing Bi-Plane" (not published until its inclusion in Terrors of the Sea in 1996) D.C.O. Cargunka stories[edit] "The Bells of the Laughing Sally". The Red Magazine, 1914 "The Adventure with the Claim Jumpers". The Red Magazine, 1915 Selected short story collections[edit] Carnacki, the Ghost-Finder (1913) Men of the Deep Waters (1914) The Luck of the Strong (1916) Captain Gault, Being the Exceedingly Private Log of a Sea-Captain (1917) Carnacki, the Ghost-Finder (1947) (expanded from the 1913 edition) Non-fiction[edit] Health from Scientific Exercise. Cassell's Magazine, November 1903 The Magic of Kipling. The Bookman, November 1909 Poems[edit] "Amanda Panda" "Beyond the Dawning" "Billy Ben" "Bring Out Your Dead" "The Calling of the Sea" "Down the Long Coasts" "Eight Bells" "Grey Seas are Dreaming of My Death" "The Hell! Oo! Chaunty" (appears in The Ghost Pirates) "I Come Again" "I Have Borne My Lord a Son" "Listening" "Little Garments" "Lost" "Madre Mia" (appears as the dedication in The Boats of the "Glen Carrig") "Mimosa" "The Morning Lands" "My Babe, My Babe" "Nevermore" "The Night Wind" "O Parent Sea" "The Pirates" "The Place of Storms" "Rest" "The Ship" "The Sobbing of the Freshwater". London Magazine, 1912 "The Song of the Great Bull Whale". Grand Magazine, 1912 "Song of the Ship" "Speak Well of the Dead" "Storm" "Thou Living Sea" "To My Father" "The Voice of the Ocean" "Shoon of the Dead" (appears in The House on the Borderland) "Who Make Their Bed in Deep Waters" Poetry collections[edit] The Calling of the Sea (published posthumously by Hodgson's widow in 1920) The Voice of the Ocean (published posthumously by Hodgson's widow in 1921) Poems of the Sea (published in 1977 and collecting the poems from the two previously published collections) The Lost Poetry of William Hope Hodgson (published in 2005, edited by Jane Frank, including 43 previously unpublished poems) Recent publications of Hodgson's work[edit] Out of the Storm: Uncollected Fantasies (1975) (Sam Moskowitz, ed.) The 1975 hardcover edition contains an introductory 100-page essay by Moskowitz about Hodgson's life and work; the paperback reissue lacks the essay. The Haunted "Pampero" (1992) (Sam Moskowitz, ed.) Terrors of the Sea (Unpublished and Uncollected Fantasies) (1996) (Sam Moskowitz, ed.) The Boats of the "Glen Carrig" and Other Nautical Adventures: The Collected Fiction of William Hope Hodgson Volume 1 (2004) ISBN 1-892389-39-8 The House on the Borderland and Other Mysterious Places: The Collected Fiction of William Hope Hodgson Volume 2 (2004) ISBN 1-892389-40-1 The Ghost Pirates and Other Revenants of the Sea: The Collected Fiction of William Hope Hodgson Volume 3 (2005) ISBN 1-892389-41-X The Night Land and Other Romances: The Collected Fiction of William Hope Hodgson Volume 4 (2005) ISBN 1-892389-42-8 The Dream of X and Other Fantastic Visions: The Collected Fiction of William Hope Hodgson Volume 5 (2009) ISBN 1-892389-43-6 Adrift on The Haunted Seas: The Best Short Stories of William Hope Hodgson (2005) (Douglas A. Anderson, ed.) The Lost Poetry of William Hope Hodgson (published in 2005, edited by Jane Frank, including 43 previously unpublished poems) The Wandering Soul: Glimpses of a Life: A Compendium of Rare and Unpublished Works (2005), edited by Jane Frank. This volume contains photographs, articles, and essays by and about Hodgson, including an essay on bodybuilding, one of his sailing logs, and his obituary. See also[edit] List of horror fiction authors Notes and references[edit] ^ "On What Day Did Hodgson Die?". 17 April 2018. ^ Bleiler, E. F. (1985). "William Hope Hodgson". Supernatural Fiction Writers. New York: Scribner's. pp. 421–428. ISBN 0-684-17808-7. ^ a b c d e f g h i Bruce, Samuel W. (1997). Harris-Fain, Darren (ed.). British Fantasy and Science-Fiction Writers Before World War I. Dictionary of Literary Biography. Vol. 178. London: Gale Research. p. 121. ISBN 0-8103-9941-5. ^ Alder, Emily. "Passing the Barrier or Life: Spiritualism, Psychical Research and Boundaries in William Hope Hodgson's "The Night Land"". in Ramone, Jenni and Twitchen, Gemma, eds. Boundaries. Newcastle: Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2007. ISBN 978-1-84718-179-4 (pp. 120-139). ^ a b c d e Stableford, Brian, "Hodgson, William Hope", in Pringle, David ed., St. James Guide to Horror, Ghost & Gothic Writers. London: St. James Press, 1998. ISBN 1-55862-206-3 (pp. 273-275). ^ a b Anderson, Douglas A. "Introduction", in Adrift on the haunted seas : the best short stories of William Hope Hodgson. Cold Springs Harbor, NY : Cold Spring Press, 2005. ISBN 978-1-59360-049-5 (pp. 7-11) ^ a b Moskowitz, Sam (1975). "William Hope Hodgson". Out of the Storm. West Kingston, RI: Donald M. Grant. ^ a b c Kalush, William, and Sloman, Larry. The Secret Life of Houdini : the Making of America's First Superhero. London : Simon & Schuster, Limited, 2008. ISBN 978-1-84739-619-8 (pp. 143-146). ^ a b Wisker, Gina (2005). Horror fiction: An Introduction. Continuum International Publishing Group. pp. 75–76. ISBN 0-8264-1561-X. ^ "No. 29226". The London Gazette (2nd supplement). 10 July 1915. p. 6803. ^ "No. 29903". The London Gazette (3rd supplement). 15 January 1917. p. 572. Substituted for the notice in "No. 29618". The London Gazette. 9 June 1916. p. 5737. ^ "No. 29991". The London Gazette (5th supplement). 17 March 1917. p. 2725. ^ "No. 31141". The London Gazette (5th supplement). 24 January 1919. p. 1192. ^ Jones, Robert Kenneth (1989). The Lure of "Adventure". Starmont House. pp. 8–9. ISBN 1-55742-142-0. ^ a b Lovecraft, H. P. "Supernatural Horror in Literature (1927, 1933–1935)". Archived from the original on 12 October 2009. Retrieved 10 March 2010. ^ Schweitzer, Darrell (2005). "Introduction". The Ghost Pirates by William Hope Hodgson. Rockville, MD: Wildside Press. p. 9. ISBN 978-1-55742-409-9. ^ Dziemianowicz, Stefan R. (1998). David Pringle (ed.). "Whitehead, Henry S(t. Clair)". St. James Guide to Horror, Ghost & Gothic Writers. London: St. James Press. ISBN 1-55862-206-3. ^ Hogdson, William Hope (1996). Newman, Kim (ed.). "The BFI Companion to Horror". London: Cassell. p. 157. ISBN 0-304-33216-X. ^ Gafford, Sam (31 May 1997). "Writing Backwards: The Novels of William Hope Hodgson". Retrieved 26 January 2015. Further reading[edit] Ian Bell (Summer 1996). "A Dream of Darkness: William Hope Hodgson's The Night Land". Studies in Weird Fiction. 1 (1). Berrutti, Massimo; S.T. Joshi; Gafford, Sam, eds. (2014). William Hope Hodgson: Voices from the Borderland: Seven Decades of Criticism on the Master of Cosmic Horror. New York: Hippocampus Press. Gafford, Sam (2013). Hodgson: A Collection of Essays. Warren, RI: Ulthar Press. Szumskyj, Benjamin (2009). "Outer Monstrosities: William Hope Hodgson's 'The Hog'". Wormwood. 12. External links[edit] Wikisource has original works by or about:William Hope Hodgson Wikiquote has quotations related to William Hope Hodgson. 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I am an old man. I live here in this ancient house, surrounded by huge, unkempt gardens. The peasantry, who inhabit the wilderness beyond, say that I am mad. That is because I will have nothing to do with them. I live here alone with my old sister, who is also my housekeeper. We keep no servants-I hate them. I have one friend, a dog; yes, I would sooner have old Pepper than the rest of Creation together. He, at least, understands me-and has sense enough to leave me alone when I am in my dark moods. I have decided to start a kind of diary; it may enable me to record some of the thoughts and feelings that I cannot express to anyone; but, beyond this, I am anxious to make some record of the strange things that I have heard and seen, during many years of loneliness, in this weird old building. For a couple of centuries, this house has had a reputation, a bad one, and, until I bought it, for more than eighty years no one had lived here; consequently, I got the old place at a ridiculously low figure.
I am not superstitious; but I have ceased to deny that things happen in this old house-things that I cannot explain; and, therefore, I must needs ease my mind, by writing down an account of them, to the best of my ability; though, should this, my diary, ever be read when I am gone, the readers will but shake their heads, and be the more convinced that I was mad. This house, how ancient it is! though its age strikes one less, perhaps, than the quaintness of its structure, which is curious and fantastic to the last degree. Little curved towers and pinnacles, with outlines suggestive of leaping flames, predominate; while the body of the building is in the form of a circle. I have heard that there is an old story, told amongst the country people, to the effect that the devil built the place. However, that is as may be. True or not, I neither know nor care, save as it may have helped to cheapen it, ere I came. I must have been here some ten years before I saw sufficient to warrant any belief in the stories, current in the neighborhood, about this house. It is true that I had, on at least a dozen occasions, seen, vaguely, things that puzzled me, and, perhaps, had felt more than I had seen. Then, as the years passed, bringing age upon me, I became often aware of something unseen, yet unmistakably present, in the empty rooms and corridors. Still, it was as I have said many years before I saw any real manifestations of the so-called supernatural.
It was not Halloween. If I were telling a story for amusement's sake, I should probably place it on that night of nights; but this is a true record of my own experiences, and I would not put pen to paper to amuse anyone. No. It was after midnight on the morning of the twenty-first day of January. I was sitting reading, as is often my custom, in my study. Pepper lay, sleeping, near my chair. Without warning, the flames of the two candles went low, and then shone with a ghastly green effulgence. I looked up, quickly, and as I did so I saw the lights sink into a dull, ruddy tint; so that the room glowed with a strange, heavy, crimson twilight that gave the shadows behind the chairs and tables a double depth of blackness; and wherever the light struck, it was as though luminous blood had been splashed over the room. Down on the floor, I heard a faint, frightened whimper, and something pressed itself in between my two feet. It was Pepper, cowering under my dressing gown. Pepper, usually as brave as a lion! It was this movement of the dog's, I think, that gave me the first twinge of real fear. I had been considerably startled when the lights burnt first green and then red; but had been momentarily under the impression that the change was due to some influx of noxious gas into the room. Now, however, I saw that it was not so; for the candles burned with a steady flame, and showed no signs of going out, as would have been the case had the change been due to fumes in the atmosphere. I did not move. I felt distinctly frightened; but could think of nothing better to do than wait. For perhaps a minute, I kept my glance about the room, nervously. Then I noticed that the lights had commenced to sink, very slowly; until presently they showed minute specks of red fire, like the gleamings of rubies in the darkness. Still, I sat watching; while a sort of dreamy indifference seemed to steal over me; banishing altogether the fear that had begun to grip me.
Away in the far end of the huge old-fashioned room, I became conscious of a faint glow. Steadily it grew, filling the room with gleams of quivering green light; then they sank quickly, and changed-even as the candle flames had done-into a deep, somber crimson that strengthened, and lit up the room with a flood of awful glory. The light came from the end wall, and grew ever brighter until its intolerable glare caused my eyes acute pain, and involuntarily I closed them. It may have been a few seconds before I was able to open them. The first thing I noticed was that the light had decreased, greatly; so that it no longer tried my eyes. Then, as it grew still duller, I was aware, all at once, that, instead of looking at the redness, I was staring through it, and through the wall beyond. Gradually, as I became more accustomed to the idea, I realized that I was looking out on to a vast plain, lit with the same gloomy twilight that pervaded the room. The immensity of this plain scarcely can be conceived. In no part could I perceive its confines. It seemed to broaden and spread out, so that the eye failed to perceive any limitations. Slowly, the details of the nearer portions began to grow clear; then, in a moment almost, the light died away, and the vision-if vision it were-faded and was gone.
Suddenly, I became conscious that I was no longer in the chair. Instead, I seemed to be hovering above it, and looking down at a dim something, huddled and silent. In a little while, a cold blast struck me, and I was outside in the night, floating, like a bubble, up through the darkness. As I moved, an icy coldness seemed to enfold me, so that I shivered. After a time, I looked to right and left, and saw the intolerable blackness of the night, pierced by remote gleams of fire. Onward, outward, I drove. Once, I glanced behind, and saw the earth, a small crescent of blue light, receding away to my left. Further off, the sun, a splash of white flame, burned vividly against the dark. An indefinite period passed. Then, for the last time, I saw the earth-an enduring globule of radiant blue, swimming in an eternity of ether. And there I, a fragile flake of soul dust, flickered silently across the void, from the distant blue, into the expanse of the unknown. A great while seemed to pass over me, and now I could nowhere see anything. I had passed beyond the fixed stars and plunged into the huge blackness that waits beyond. All this time I had experienced little, save a sense of lightness and cold discomfort. Now however the atrocious darkness seemed to creep into my soul, and I became filled with fear and despair. What was going to become of me? Where was I going? Even as the thoughts were formed, there grew against the impalpable blackness that wrapped me a faint tinge of blood. It seemed extraordinarily remote, and mistlike; yet, at once, the feeling of oppression was lightened, and I no longer despaired. Slowly, the distant redness became plainer and larger; until, as I drew nearer, it spread out into a great, somber glare-dull and tremendous. Still, I fled onward, and, presently, I had come so close, that it seemed to stretch beneath me, like a great ocean of somber red. I could see little, save that it appeared to spread out interminably in all directions.
In a further space, I found that I was descending upon it; and, soon, I sank into a great sea of sullen, red-hued clouds. Slowly, I emerged from these, and there, below me, I saw the stupendous plain that I had seen from my room in this house that stands upon the borders of the Silences. Presently, I landed, and stood, surrounded by a great waste of loneliness. The place was lit with a gloomy twilight that gave an impression of indescribable desolation. Afar to my right, within the sky, there burnt a gigantic ring of dull-red fire, from the outer edge of which were projected huge, writhing flames, darted and jagged. The interior of this ring was black, black as the gloom of the outer night. I comprehended, at once, that it was from this extraordinary sun that the place derived its doleful light. From that strange source of light, I glanced down again to my surroundings. Everywhere I looked, I saw nothing but the same flat weariness of interminable plain. Nowhere could I descry any signs of life; not even the ruins of some ancient habitation.
Gradually, I found that I was being borne forward, floating across the flat waste. For what seemed an eternity, I moved onward. I was unaware of any great sense of impatience; though some curiosity and a vast wonder were with me continually. Always, I saw around me the breadth of that enormous plain; and, always, I searched for some new thing to break its monotony; but there was no change-only loneliness, silence, and desert.
Presently, in a half-conscious manner, I noticed that there was a faint mistiness, ruddy in hue, lying over its surface. Still, when I looked more intently, I was unable to say that it was really mist; for it appeared to blend with the plain, giving it a peculiar unrealness, and conveying to the senses the idea of unsubstantiality.
Gradually, I began to weary with the sameness of the thing. Yet, it was a great time before I perceived any signs of the place, toward which I was being conveyed.
"At first, I saw it, far ahead, like a long hillock on the surface of the Plain. Then, as I drew nearer, I perceived that I had been mistaken; for, instead of a low hill, I made out, now, a chain of great mountains, whose distant peaks towered up into the red gloom, until they were almost lost to sight."

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Somber : dark or dull in color or tone; gloomy

Effulgence :

Impalpable : unable to be felt by touch

Twinge : a sudden, sharp localized pain

Unkempt : (especially of a person) having an untidy or disheveled appearance

Interminable : endless (often used hyperbolically)

Loneliness : sadness because one has no friends or company

Noxious : harmful, poisonous, or very unpleasant

Immensity : the extremely large size, scale, or extent of something

Ruddy : (of a person's face) having a healthy red color

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Rating: B Words in the Passage: 1854 Unique Words: 655 Sentences: 93
Noun: 344 Conjunction: 174 Adverb: 146 Interjection: 2
Adjective: 195 Pronoun: 203 Verb: 321 Preposition: 231
Letter Count: 7,837 Sentiment: Positive Tone: Neutral (Slightly Conversational) Difficult Words: 363
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