When I started to think about it recently, it occurred to me that I didn’t know much about horror fiction between the time of Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) and H.P. Lovecraft (1890-1937). There are a number of obvious standouts — Bram Stoker’s Dracula (1897), Richard Marsh’s The Beetle (1897), Marie Corelli’s Ziska (1897), Henry James’ The Turn of the Screw (1898), the works of Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914) and M.R. James (1862-1936) — but I don’t have a great handle on what topics interested other writers of the macabre, especially in the time leading up to Lovecraft’s revolutionary “cosmic horror.”
I gained an opportunity to learn more, recently, when I learned about the 1925 anthology Not At Night (1925), edited by Christine Campbell Thomson. I found an inexpensive copy online, and soon had it in my hands.
The series was immensely popular in its time, leading to 11 volumes in total between 1925 and 1936. The first volume alone went through at least 7 reprints; mine is from October of 1927. The stories were all drawn from the magazine Weird Tales, which was for decades the preeminent source of weird and horror fiction, as well as a regular publisher of Lovecraft’s work. In 1928, Weird Tales published The Call of Cthulhu, the story that really launched the genre of cosmic horror and transformed horror fiction forever.
In Not At Night, then, I saw an opportunity to get a snapshot of the field as it stood just before this monumental change. What scared people in the 1920s? What sort of horror stories did they write?
Let’s begin with a summary of all the stories, in order; it is, in fact, quite hard to find the table of contents online.
- Monsters of the Pit, Paul S. Powers. A man tells the tale of how he lost his arm in a remote part of Africa, thanks to a mad scientist and the monstrous things he had created.
- Four Wooden Stakes, Victor Roman. Remson contacts his old friend Jack with an urgent request for him to visit his ancestral home. Remson’s family members have been dying of an inexplicable wasting disease that strikes in the night, and only Remson is left…
- The Third Thumb-Print, Mortimer Levitan. Guy Steel visits Professor Sanders to learn about the latter’s revolutionary new discovery: he can determine whether a person has the potential to be a murderer simply from a thumb-print. The meeting will take an unexpected and horrific turn.
- Lips of the Dead, W.J. Stamper. When a Haitian dictator brutally executes his democratic opposition, the decapitated head of the victim prophesizes the fall of the tyrant.
- The Devil Bed, Gerald Dean. When an antiquities dealer finds a secret drawer in his centuries-old writing desk, it puts him on the trail of an exceedingly rare bed with a murderous history — and murderous proclivities.
- Death-Waters, Frank Belknap-Long, Jr. When two New Yorkers travel to Honduras in search of fresh spring water to bottle, one of them runs afoul of a native with supernatural powers. The native summons forces that leads to a deadly and painful end.
- Black Curtains, G. Frederick Montefiore. Seeking inspiration for his art, a painter focuses intently on the black curtains separating his studio from his neighbor’s home. This puts him into a nightmarish fever dream about his neighbor that involves love, greed, and murder. Or was it a dream?
- The Plant-Thing, R.G. Macready. A journalist goes to interview Professor Carter, a scientist who has bred a carnivorous plant into something much, much larger, smarter — and hungry.
- His Family, C. Franklin Miller. In the remotest depths of the Congo, an explorer comes across a reclusive colonel who has been in hiding to protect himself and his family. But the colonel and his family also hold a terrible secret.
- A Hand From the Deep, Romeo Poole. When the Whitby home explodes in some sort of gasoline-fueled accident, there is only one survivor — a patient who has had his arm reattached by Doctor Whitby using methods that got the doctor banned from practice. But why does the patient insist that the bandages be kept wet, not dry, and what is happening to the rest of his body?
- The Tortoise-Shell Cat, Greye La Spina. Althea Benedict, a student at an exclusive girls’ school in New York City, immediately notices that there is something strange about her new roommate Vida. Students and teachers who run afoul of Vida seem to have very unpleasant things happen to them, and Vida seems to know about this and unable to stop it. Althea’s cousin suspects dark magic is involved.
- The Case of the Russian Stevedore, Henry W. Whitehill. In a testimony about the horrific death of Doctor Dinwoodie, the narrator explains how the doctor, known for animal experimentation, was living in fear of a massive, hardly human, Russian Stevedore that seemed to have followed the doctor halfway around the world.
- The Leopard’s Trail, W. Chiswell Collins. Traveling in Western Africa, Chisholm and Hodgkins run afoul of a sinister native cult known as the Leopard Society and are targeted as the cult’s next victims.
- The Last Trip, Archie Binns. The driver of a long passenger car is making his last trip for the night, which seems quite routine. However, the route of the passengers seems to be taking them inexorably toward the cemetery, and the driver has a dark secret that will come back to haunt him.
- The Purple Cincture, H. Thompson Rich. A physician, learning of his wife’s infidelity, breeds a horrific disease that can inexorably take its victims apart, piece by piece. He infects the man who cuckolded him and seems to get away with a particular gruesome murder. However, guilt — or supernatural vengeance — brings ironic punishment back upon the doctor.
So, let me share some impressions about the stories. First: most of them are not terribly good. They are utterly lacking in shock value, or even surprises (guess what “Four Wooden Stakes” is about) and are rather amateurish, in general. I was completely distracted by a lot of the character names in the stories — Doctor Dinwoodie, Guy Steel — which were clearly made up or chosen at random and broke any mood the tales were trying to set. Of all the stories, only “The Purple Cincture” holds up as really worth reading today. It is a rather ghastly early example of body horror that makes up for its otherwise predictable plot.
We can get a little feeling of the horror themes that captured readers’ imaginations at the time by looking at the list of stories as a whole. Mad scientists play a prominent role in many stories, no doubt inspired by Mary Shelley’s classic Frankenstein. “Monsters of the Pit,” “The Plant-Thing,” “A Hand From the Deep,” “The Case of the Russian Stevedore,” and “The Purple Cincture” all feature doctors or scientists abusing their abilities for personal gain, revenge, or a twisted desire for knowledge. In “The Third Thumb-Print,” a scientific discovery ends up being abused in a very different way.
Monstrous animals (and plants) are a threat in many of the tales. In “Monsters of the Pit,” gigantic poisonous spiders are the danger, while in “Death-Waters,” a legion of venomous snakes are the horror. “The Plant-Thing” features, obviously, a deadly plant, and “A Hand From the Deep” involves a man whose transplanted arm slowly turns him into a crustacean. “The Tortoise-Shell Cat” is a supernatural story featuring a were-feline, and “The Case of the Russian Stevedore” has an ape imbued with human-like intelligence. The latter story is reminiscent of Poe’s classic “The Murders in the Rue Morgue,” and likely inspired in part by it.
Speaking of Poe, we also see a number of Poe-like stories of vengeance and obsession in the collection, such as “Black Curtains,” “His Family,” “The Last Trip,” and “The Purple Cincture.”
From that brief summary, one can see that the collection mostly reflects work that was done in the past and doesn’t represent any novel departure from the classics that came before it. For me, it really highlights how much the cosmic writings of Lovecraft and others revolutionized and revitalized the field of horror.
One thing that the stories do have in common with Lovecraft, though? Racism. Lots and lots of racist characters and tropes peppered throughout them. In the very first story, “Monsters of the Pit,” we have Sahem, a “black giant” who sadistically serves the mad scientist. “Lips of the Dead” is a story of voodoo in Haiti, and not exactly flattering to the native population. In “Death-Waters,” the native that the New Yorkers run afoul of is described as a savage with “dark, oily skin.” In “The Plant-Thing,” the mad scientist is again assisted in his abominable work by dark-skinned retainers who follow orders without hesitation. “The Tortoise-Shell Cat” is another story of voodoo, in which “Mammy Jimmy” has cursed Vida to steal for her. “The Case of the Russian Stevedore” is not explicitly racist, though it could be said that having a shaved ape pass as a Russian dockworker is not exactly flattering. “The Leopard’s Trail” is probably the most racist of all, featuring a stereotypical savage cult of bloodthirsty African natives — though, it is interesting to note, and is noted in the story, that the cult is based on one that actually existed.
That racism was so prevalent in early 20th century horror fiction is not surprising, on reflection, as such stories represent the fears of the public — whether rational or not. The effects of the end of the Civil War and emancipation were still working their way through the United States, and large influx of Chinese immigrants in the late 19th century led many to warn of the “Yellow Peril.” In 1913, Sax Rohmer took advantage of this fear when he penned “The Mystery of Fu Manchu,” the first in a long-running series of novels about the Chinese criminal mastermind Fu Manchu.
Looking at the prevalence of racism in Not At Night, it occurs to me that, ironically, H.P. Lovecraft may have made horror fiction less racist. Lovecraft himself was, of course, horribly racist, a moral failing which appeared regularly in his writings. In his early work, it was sometimes overt: the horror of the 1920 tale “Facts Concerning the Late Arthur Jermyn and His Family” is the discovery that Arthur Jermyn is descended from an African ape goddess. Miscegenation fears featured regularly in Lovecraft’s work; in the 1931 story “The Shadow Over Innsmouth,” the residents of Innsmouth are degenerate amphibian-human hybrids, the result of interbreeding between the town’s ancestors and evil inhuman creatures from the depths.
So how could Lovecraft make the field of horror less racist? Simply because he had a new vision of horror, the aforementioned cosmic horror, that gave authors something else to capture their fear and imagination. The idea of a massive, unfathomable, uncaring universe would grow beyond Lovecraft and inspire generations of writers to follow.
I should emphasize that I by no means am trying to exonerate Lovecraft for his awful views. I just find the contrast between Lovecraft’s personal views and his literary legacy a telling illustration of how a person’s ideas can transcend the shallow nature of the human that imagined them.
With this, I’ve said all of what I wanted to say about the stories of Not At Night, but there’s still more to say about my specific copy of the book. Used books often have a lot of history associated with them, and mine held a surprise in it, in the form of the following lovely bookplate.
For those unfamiliar, bookplates are stylish labels usually fixed inside the front cover of the book to indicate its owner. It seems that the early 20th century marked the beginning of an era of extremely artistic plates, such as the one above. “Ex libris Norbert L. Lederer” means “from the books of Norbert L. Lederer.’
But who is Norbert L. Lederer? There is no central webpage about him that I could find, but there are many amazing tidbits scattered around the internet. First, I found that he was an author of fiction with Lillian Day, apparently detective novels. The titles I found were Murder in Time (1936) and Death Comes on Friday (1937).
He wrote one earlier book, however, which indicates another of his passions. Tropical Fish and Their Care (1934) was written by Lederer alone; apparently he had the largest collection of tropical fish in New York City, according to a 1933 New Yorker article written by Geoffrey Hellman and James freakin’ Thurber.
He also seems to have been active in chess organizations. I found this book about the Bradley Beach 1929 International Chess Tournament that lists Norbert Lederer as the Director.
Finally, I found a 1936 New York Supreme Court case — “The Authors Club vs. Lucian S. Kirtland, Norbert L. Lederer, Daniel M. Henderson, as Members of the Finance Committee of The Authors Club, in possession and control of the Carnegie Fund, and John J. Bennett, Jr., as Attorney General of the State of New York.” I have not looked into the case, but it looks intriguing.
It’s worth mentioning that Norbert L. Lederer’s bookplate is legitimately considered art — I found it reproduced on the Ex Libris page of the Richard Harris Art Collection.
So, in purchasing my 1927 copy of Not At Night, I learned about an interesting man about town in New York City in the 1920s to 1930s! You can learn a lot more than you think from old books. Now my copy, even more worn after giving it a thorough read-through, is going to a protected and treasured spot on my shelves.
Gorgeous book plate. Thanks for showing it.
Guy Steele is a perfectly reasonable name. In fact, it’s the real name of a guy that I admire greatly – one of the principal people behinid the Scheme programming language, and heavily involved in some aspects of Java.
Fascinating stuff. Thanks for this interesting post.
FWIW, “Not at night” had (at least) two different editions; yours is the 1925 UK one, but my library has the 1928 US edition, with editorial credits to Herbert Asbury (best known these days for “Gangs of New York”).
The contents of the US version are (presumably in order, I’m copying from the catalog record):
The purple cincture by H. Thompson Rich
The horror at Red Hook by H.P. Lovecraft
A hand from the deep by Romeo Poole
The tortoise-shell cat by Greye La Spina
The house of horror by Seabury Quinn
The coffin of Lissa by August W. Derleth
Swamp horror by Will Smith and R.J. Robbins
The parasitic hand by R. Anthony
The death crescents of Koti by Romeo Poole
The beast by Paul Benton
His wife by Zita Inez Ponder
Laocoon by Bassett Morgan
The life serum by Paul S. Powers
The girdleby Joseph McCord
Bat’s belfry by August W. Derleth
The sea-thing by Frank Belknap Long, Jr.
The horror on the links by Seabury Quinn
The experiment of Erich Weigert by Sewell Peaslee Wright
The hooded death by Joel Martin Nichols, Jr.
The man who was saved by B.W. Sliney
The plant-thing by R.G. Macready
Death-waters by Frank Belknap Long, Jr.
Monsters of the pit by Paul S. Powers
Four wooden stakes by Victor Roman
The devil bed by Gerald Dean.
So the stories were rearranged and HPL is conspicuously present (as is August Derleth, and several other changes are evident). What a difference three years makes!
Thanks – great post. Makes me want to trace the history of some old Weird books I picked up recently.
Ok, so this post is almost 5 years old, but since it is the most recent which mentions Marie Correlli, I wanted to ask if you’ve read The Sorrows of Satan? It’s not horror, since Satan is a sympathetic character, and I don’t think it qualifies as gothic, but I feel it’s her best work and so was wondering.
I’m resisting the urge to comment on 9 year old posts about REH, one of my favorite authors. Thankfully you haven’t touched on any of his humorous westerns, or I might not have been able to resist.
I have not read “Sorrows” yet, though I really should! I really enjoy Correlli’s work.
What’s especially interesting about that one is her protagonist is a failed author who’s about to kill himself before fate steps in. She used the book to discuss how the wealthy can purchase public favor, manipulate the press, enter society as though they were born to wear a crown etc. – it’s eerily prescient of social media influencers, and she really goes over the top when she has a woman write out her own death second by second or has someone literally sail through hell.
Now, about Howard’s comedic westerns…
A copy of More Not at Night, a sequel to this book was found by the body of Ruth Brockstead in 1927. The case remains a mystery and is recorded as an open verdict.