re: Disappointments from the Fantasy & SF Masterworks series
I read "The Night Land" about 5 months ago and can relate to everything Fried Egg wrote. There were my thoughts at the time...
My gateway drug into the early 20th century weird was William Hope Hodgson's "The Night Land". Let me just say that, ultimately, and upon alot of reflection I felt rewarded that I read this but...and this is a big BUT...this had to be one of the most difficult, arduous, eye-rolling texts I have ever read...ever!!!
I persevered till the end, and I felt a sense of achievement and a satisfying sense of completion but the journey...good lord! The entire (huge) book was written in faux biblical style something like this:
"...she did strive with her Memory. But in the end, did fail to come unto aught of clearness, save that she did see, as in a far dream, yet very plain, a great metal roadway, set in two lines that went forever unto the setting Sun; and she then sudden to say that she did see in her memory the Sun, and she to have a strange and troubled amazement upon her. And there did be Cities upon the great road; and the houses did be strange-seeming, and did move forward eternally and at a constant speed; and behind them the Night did march forever; and they to have an even pace with the sun, that they live ever in the light, and so to escape the night which pursued forever..."
The story is very cut and dry dying earth. The plot is a simple quest to save the proverbial damsel in distress. The hero has to journey across the night lands, fraught with monsters both physical and psychic to reach her, and then fight his way back. That's it, on the surface. Within this simple framework though could be the birth of many well know tropes that have been done to death by authors post Hodgson leading all the way up to contemporary times. It was interesting reading these and realizing that this might be the first time that that particular idea has been set down in print.
I read several essays and interpretations online (as I was reading the novel) and they went a long way in keeping my stamina up to get though the constant insane language, sappy romance and eye rolling foot fetish (yeah, you read that right) passages that went on for eternity.
In retrospect...when I did finish, I put the thing down and thought to myself...that was one weird story. The whole experience was like being tortured...initially almost succumbing to the pain but eventually breaking though that, letting the pain wash over me, feeling it for what it is...PAIN!!...and finally coming to terms with it, accepting it and, near the end seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and doing the happy dance.
So, maybe it was meant to be like that, who knows. I do know that there are alot of apologies and defenses pointed in the direction of Hodgson defending this work, his utterly neanderthal way of treating women for one thing and his excruciating use of the english language.
One of my favorites is...re. the faux new testament style of writing...it was put there intentionally to show the dichotomy of prevailing strong religious beliefs of the time vs. a very agnostic view of man as god and the sprit of man conquers all. I was able to buy into that I guess, and I think that was (one of) the reason of me being able to slog though it. Coincidentally, Dunsany tackles this view to, in a different way though the use of myths and fables. Also, there is a huge chasm of a difference reading Dunsany vs. Hogdson...the former being a joy, the latter akin to getting a root canal without any novacaine.
There are other interesting "deep thoughts" around about this book which gave it the aura of maybe Hodgson is on to something here. I'm really not telling people they need to pick this up and read it, just that, if you are in the mood for something...well, weird, and are prepared to accept certain...flaws, then by all means, read it.
So, with all this being said. Yes, I can recommend the book. Have patience and an open mind...and if you do make it to the end...maybe you can do the happy dance too.