Ghost Story Competition
By DR. M. R. JanEs. [We asked the Provost of Eton to select the best from a dozen of the large number of stories submitted to us. He comments on these and has chosen the one that our Editorial Staff had themselves considered to be the winner—" Here. Lies Where He Longed to Be," by Miss Winifred Galbraith. 4 Langton Grove, Sydenham, S.E. 26. Next week we hope to publish Dr. James's second choice.—En. Spectator.] THE limitation of the spate- allowed to competitors, viz., " not exceeding a thousand words," has inevitably tended to cramp their style. I have always thought that one very desirable quality in a ghost story is leisureliness. Before now I have said it. - The ghost story is essentially a somewhat old-fashioned thing -p that is one of the reasons why Christmas time, which appeals to old association in so many ways, is considered the proper season for ghost stories. And in so far as the ghost story is old-fashioned, it ought to move at a pace suitable to its age. Such alarming features as it has, if they are to produce their one effect, must be introduced gradually. An explosion, as of a maroon, is often legitimate enough, but the reader must be put into the mood of expecting it. Hence I attribute great importance to the setting of such a story. I like, as I do in a detective novel, to make some sort of acquaintance with the actors. And, I would add, the more ordinary and normal both setting and actors are, the more effective will be the entangling of them in a dreadful situation, and the more ready will he who follows their adventures be to shake the head and murmur those words which I have long since registered as the proper ones for the reader of ghost stories, to wit, "If I'm not very careful, something like this may happen to me."
Now it is clearly impossible for anyone so limited as are your competitors in point of space to fulfil the con- ditions I have laid down. The writer is forced to plunge in media: res. Still, he must have a setting and an environment to indicate, and a patient who must be characterized, as well as some being to operate upon that patient. The question is, who has managed these matters best among the twelve authors who have come before me ?
I tabulate the settings and I find that three are con- nected with car-smashes, two with trains, one with France ancient, one with France modern, one with the War, one with a London house, one with a country house ; one gives us a benevolent ancestral ghost ; and the scene of one is set in China. The car, in spite of its terrific death-roll, is hardly the right vehicle for the peculiar horror we want in the- Christmas ghost story. It moves too quick (much too quick for my liking) and runs the risk of a Grand Guignol effect. That is the fault of The Grin, A Night's Hospita'ity. One without title which tells of the Great North Road is better, but its point—a ghost who disbelieves in ghosts after having been one for a year—is too sophisticated.
Of the two train stories neither is quite coherent. I do not ask, heaven forbid ! for a rigid sequence of cause and effect in a ghost story, but I do want some thread to tie the happenings together, though it should be guessed at rather than seen. In the Red Beard I do not get this : I cannot see what connexion can be supposed to exist between the man seen in the train and the wicked Baronet. The other, In the Fog, does connect the events together, but the catastrophe is wholly obscure (nor, though I may be very stupid, do I understand how that which was going on in the next compartment was seen reflected on the fog : does this happen ?).
The revolution episode in The Return is of good quality : but if you are asking to be alarmed you will be disap- pointed. The other French scene, No Wine, etc., I cannot class as a ghost story. The " ghost " was a living man. As to the War story, The Haunted Trench, one feels that almost anything might have happened in the War. It is the wrong setting to choose for a ghost story : you cannot make it more terrifying in that way.
In the Atmosphere That Stayed we find familiar ground, an evil home in St. John's Wood. Very right : but our ghost is too vague : were the story a " veridical ". account of an experience, communicated with proper credentials to the S.P.R., it would command the attention which it fails to rouse as fiction. The benevolent great grandmother in Old China does not stray out of an ordinary groove.
Two tales remain which-I think the best, The House- party, and Here He Lies, etc. The latter causes me a slight difficulty : the note at the end appears to indicate that the writer did not invent the story but had it told to her. It is a good story and well told, and, if this note does not constitute a disqualification, I should place Here He Lies first. If it is disqualified I should give the prize to The House-party, which has the merits (in my eyes) of a perfectly ordinary setting, a horrid catastrophe, and a curiosity legitimately excited, and not satisfied, in the mind of the reader. There is sym- pathy, too, roused for the victim—another good point.
It has been an interesting and pleasant experience to read these stories. All of them show some imagination : few have any serious faults in expression. The chief obstacle to excellence has been, as I said, the limited space : almost everyone would have been better for more elbowroom : but I cannot wonder that a limit was imposed. What might not have been the fate of a preliminary sifter, compelled to read, against time, a- hundred stories of 3,000 words apiece !
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