Edwin Drood and Spirit Resolution January 16, 2013Author: Beach Combing | in : Contemporary, Modern , trackback
The Mystery of Edwin Drood is Dickens’ unfinished novel. Half way written when the author died in 1870, it has long offered an opportunity to pot boilers to finish off the novel for themselves – it is essentially a murder mystery – something many have tried, impossible as it is to judge Dickens’ plans for the characters. This piece by Conan Doyle tickled Beach because it describes an attempt to resolve matters by turning to the spirit world.
In the original form of this essay, which appeared in the Fortnightly Review, I devoted some space to considering a continuation of Edwin Drood, which professed to come from Charles Dickens through the hand of one James who was foreman in a printing office in Brattleborough, Vermont. No one who reads it can deny that it is an excellent imitation of the great author’s style, but the most unconvincing part was the narrative itself, which was clumsy and improbable. My conclusion was ‘that the actual inspiration of Dickens is far from being absolutely established.’ I added, however, ‘No one with any critical faculty would say that the result was an entirely unworthy one, though if written by the living Dickens it would certainly not have improved his reputation. It reads,’ I added, ‘like Dickens gone flat’.
However, there was a sequel.
Shortly after I had written as above I had a sitting with Florizel von Reuter the celebrated violin virtuoso, and his mother. Their (or rather her) mediumship is of a most convincing nature, as its technique is in itself of abnormal power. She sits with her eyes tightly bandaged, and her hand upon a small pointer which darts very rapidly at the letters of the alphabet, while her son writes down the result. There is no question at all about the bandage being adequate, and she does not turn her face down to the board. The letters too, are so close together that she could not learn to touch them with accuracy. Yet the messages come through with extreme speed. Whatever their value there is no question that they come in preternatural fashion. Imagine us there, seated, these two at the centre table, my wife and I in the corner of our cottage room. Dickens and Drood had been in my mind, but our visitors had no means of knowing that.
Unless, of course they had read Doyle’s article in the Fortnightly Review…
Florizel von Reuter had never read Edwin Drood. His mother had read it years ago but had a very vague memory as to the book. Suddenly the pointer begins to dart furiously and Florizel reads off each sentence as he notes it down Some of them, I may add, came in looking-glass writing and had to be read backwards. The first was, ‘Boz is buzzing about’. Boz, of course, was the nom-de-plume of Dickens, so I asked if it was he. He eagerly declared that it was. After a short interchange of dialogue I said, ‘Will you answer some questions?’ ‘I hope I know enough,’ was the answer. ‘Was that American who finished Edwin Drood inspired?’ ‘Not by me,’ was the instantaneous and decided answer. Now von Reuter knew nothing of this matter, and my own opinion was, at the utmost, neutral, so that this positive answer reflected none of our own thoughts. Then came a further message. ‘Wilkie C. did’ [or would have done] ‘better.’ There was, I believe, some talk after Dickens’ death of Wilkie Collins finishing the book. So far as I know he did nothing in the matter. The von Reuters knew nothing of this. ‘Was Edwin Drood dead?’ ‘No, he was not.’ That was certainly my own opinion so I make a present of it to the telepathist. Then after a pause, the message went on: ‘I was sorry to go across before I got him out of his trouble. The poor chap has had a hard time. I don’t know which is better, to solve the mystery in your note-book or let it remain a mystery for ever. If you make good with Conrad I will put you on to Edwin.’ ‘I shall be honoured, Mr. Dickens.’ ‘Charles, if you please. We like friends to be friends.’ The reader will smile at this. So did I. But facts are facts and I am giving them. I asked: ‘Have you a clear recollection of the plot?’ ‘I have.’ ‘Who was Datchery?’ ‘What about the fourth dimension? I prefer to write it all out through you.’ What the fourth dimension has to do with it I cannot imagine. I think it was meant as chaff, since the fourth dimension is what no one can understand. Now comes the important sentence: ‘Edwin is alive and Chris is hiding him.’
This solution convinced Doyle for reasons he goes on to explain.
Some of the best brains in the world have occupied themselves over the problem as to whether Drood was dead, and if not where he could be. Numerous solutions have been suggested, but though I am fairly well posted in the matter this is an entirely new one. Chris is the Rev. Crisparkle, who in the novel is a kindly and energetic, muscular Christian. Certainly if he played the part indicated it is well concealed. But then it was the author’s duty to conceal it well. There are several subtle touches which might point to the truth of it. On re-reading the fragment with this idea in my mind I can say with certainty that up to a point Crisparkle certainly knew nothing about it. He has a soliloquy to that effect, and whatever means are legitimate by which an author may mislead a reader, a false soliloquy is not among them. But after that point in the story there is no reason why Crisparkle may not have surprised Drood’s secret, and helped him. There was a huge cupboard in Crisparkle’s room which is described with a detail which seems unnecessary and exaggerated if nothing is to come from it. There again the artist drew his frontispiece under Dickens’ very particular direction, and it contains small vignettes of various scenes. There is one which shows Drood standing in a sort of vault, and someone who has some indications of clerical garb coming in to him with a lantern. Is this not Crisparkle and is it not some corroboration of the spirit message? We got no more messages at that time. Let us for a moment, however, consider the case. Is it not clear evidence of an intelligence outside ourselves? I do not insist upon Charles Dickens. If anyone says to me, ‘How can you prove that it was not an Impersonation?’ I would admit frankly that I cannot prove it. There is none of that corroboration from style which I get in the case of Wilde and of London. I put it on the broader basis, ‘Was it not an Intelligence apart from ourselves?’ Whence came an ingenious solution of a mystery which involved a character of which neither of the von Reuters knew anything with a solution entirely new to me. I claim that it was a most evidential case of Intelligence outside our own physical bodies. I may add that on the same evening we had a number of messages in Arabic which none of us could understand. When, however, I sent them to my friend, Major Marriott, who is a competent Arabic scholar, they proved to be quite correct. This reinforces the argument that the Dickens’ messages were quite apart from ourselves.
Any other examples of literary or musical compositions from the other side? drbeachcombing AT yahoo DOT com
22 Jan 2013: KMH gets this theme going: Two major examples of spirit writing are connected with the names of Rosemary Brown,(1916-2001) responsible for many musical compositions supposedly from great composers, and Pearl Lenore Curran ( 1883-1937) who received the literary works of ‘Patience Worth”, communicated across the veil, some of which seemed of literary merit. Then comes Chris from Haunted Ohio Books: I have just been reading several issues of the British Spiritual Telegraph from the 1850s; it is, alas, full of dreary material received from Spirits on the Other Side. Death, it appears, does not inspire excellence in literary creation. I suppose everyone is too busy frolicking in the Eternal Light of the Summerland to polish their work. A specimen, “Spiritually dictated to the writer, after having looked on her sleeping children.” The FARIES’ LULLABY [sic] Daylight’s beauty now is past,–children dear—Evening shades are falling fast—night is near. Clos’d your eyes in slumber deep; Eyes that have not learned to weep. Nought of ill shall you molest—we are nigh; Hark! We sing you into rest – lullaby. Fairy guardians, true are we, Watching o’er ye brothers three. Etc. From the same edition [British Spiritual Telegraph, vol. 3-4, 1859] a story illustrating the common Spiritualist theme about the uneducated or the female miraculously being able to write and preach. Still Extending. A highly esteemed friend of ours, residing in Birmingham, who has taken some pains to investigate Spiritual phenomena, writes thus:— “There is a woman here who is a medium for tipping, writing, and speaking. She had never learned to write, and could not write, nor read writing; and now she writes under Spirit-influence, a very legible hand, and reads her own writing. She also speaks several unknown or foreign tongues, and translates them into English; she also preaches in English. 1 have been present at one sitting. She spoke very fast for half an hour or more, in an unknown tongue, and then chanted a translation in English. It appeared to be a sort of anthem in praise of Deity. She and her husband appear to have been worthy people many years among the Primitive Methodists. They appear to be sincere, and I do not like to doubt them. Some say it is all sham and humbug. We know what that is worth, as Spiritualists have had plenty of it.” Probably the most famous case of post-mortem composition (as opposed to decomposition) is that of “Patience Worth,” a “spirit” claiming to be a 17th century woman killed at Nantucket in an Indian attack, who wrote reams of faux-Elizabethan poetry and novels that sent some critics into raptures. Her poems in particular attracted much praise and were widely published. She “wrote” through a Missouri housewife with a limited education, Pearl Curran. As with Shakespeare, critics said that Mrs. Curran was not educated enough to write such masterful prose and poetry. Some linguistics experts said that no words known beyond the 17th century were used by Patience. To me most of Curran’s material reads like a cross between a Biblical pastiche and the dialect poems of James Whitcomb Riley. A couple of sites with a more balanced view: http://www.skepdic.com/patienceworth.html Here is one of her most famous creations, A Sorry Tale, A Story of the Time of Christ Others: Helene Smith, channeling the Martians, James Merrill, The Changing Light at Sandover, a 500+ page epic written with his partner David Jackson and a Ouija board, supposedly channeling the voice of W.H. Auden and other dead poets. Alison Lurie wrote about the men and their adventures in Familiar Spirits. The massive OAHSPE, dictated to an Ohio man by the spirit of a dead Jewish teacher of the time of Jesus Or just see Wiki’s list of channeled texts if you want to lose heart. Strange, too, how the modern interest in EVP has produced no lengthy texts. There are also artists who claim that they are taken over by dead artists and do “automatic drawing” Matthew Manning (The Link) springs to mind. Also Peter Teekamp. Rosemary Brown (Unfinished Symphonies) still claims that the spirits of great composers dictate music to her. Given the advent of PET scans, this sort of thing shouldn’t be a mystery, but the channeling continues. Sword&Beast writes in: Your last Post deserves a comment from down south: In many latin american countries, the doctrine of spiritism – created by Alain Kardec in France – has a wide following. Brazil has the largest number, almost by default. Probably the most famous Brazilian “medium” was Chico Xavier, who passed away in 2002. He was known for his “psycographed” books. Always attributing them to spirts, he wrote more than 400 books, besides – of course – thousands of letters from dead relatives to their loved ones. Some books, attributed to a dead Brazilian poet, Humberto de Campos, rendered him a lawsuit in which the poet´s widow claimed copyrights or the declaration of fraud. The court avoided the difficult ethereal question and dismissed the case based on freedom of religion, for some ruling in favour of the spirit… Finally, Ozzie in Honolulu has a real classic: Actually such compositions are fairly common. So common that the US Library of Congress rules for cataloging has explicit instructions on how to handle such productions: “If the spirit is supposed to be that of a real person, establish the heading for the person (unless he or she is already established) and add the word “(Spirit)” to the complete heading for the person.[e.g.] Parker, Theodore, 1810-1860 (Spirit) Beethoven, Ludwig van, 1770-1827 (Spirit)” (Anglo-American Cataloging Rules, rule 22.14). Thanks KMH, Invisible, Ozzie and S&B