Lovecraft’s lifelong interest in astronomy is reflected in his 1920 story Polaris. Several stars are named in the opening paragraphs, and one of them, Aldebaran is featured in a later story called The Festival. There is also the “horned waning moon”, Lovecraft’s formulaic bad omen that hangs over his home as well as a mysterious city that he visits. Like several of his stories, this one has the feel of a dream that has been reworked with additional details and the creation of a narrative structure.
Interestingly,
the author describes his initial location and the nearby landscape in relation
to the stars in the autumn sky. He is at
the window of his room—a room he never seems to leave except in his
dreams—which faces north. There is a
wooded swamp and a graveyard nearby. He
is captivated by the North Star, which he gazes at for long periods of time. The North Star, or Polaris, lies in almost a
direct line with the axis of the earth, so that as our planet rotates, all the
other stars appear to circle it. It is
unique among stars in that it remains a fixed point in the sky, and so is useful
for measurement and navigation. This may
be why Lovecraft has his character watch it so intently. He has lost his bearings and is trying to
regain them.
As
the narrator contemplates the North Star, he begins to have visions of a city,
and by degrees arrives there, taking on flesh as one of its inhabitants. Lovecraft is ambivalent about which region
constitutes reality, and this is consistent with his dream psychology. “This is no dream, for by what means can I
prove the greater reality of that other life in the house of stone and
brick…?” The North Star acts as a kind
of gateway between the two places. To the
narrator, it provides an experience of the distant past, when the now frozen
north was occupied by the thriving but besieged Lomarian civilization.
When he
becomes fully present in the city, we learn its name and that of its mortal
enemy. Olathoë, in the country of Lomar,
is threatened with immanent attack. The narrator, “feeble and given to strange faintings”,
is asked to man one of the watchtowers, and provide early warning of the
advance of enemy troops. The evil
Inutos—probably a modification of Inuit—“squat, hellish, yellow fiends”, have
already destroyed several nearby towns, and are just over the horizon.
Lovecraft
contrasts this marauding enemy, knowledgeable of the arts of war but little
else, with the good guys, the people of Lomar.
They are honorable, grey-eyed, truthful, intelligent, patriotic, and
cultured—sort of like idealized white Anglo-Saxon Protestants, except that Christianity
of any kind lay several millennia in the future.
Lovecraft’s
racist views are once again displayed in his fiction. His description of the Inutos recalls a
similar malevolent ethnicity described in He,
when he experiences a vision of New York City far in the future. His interest in linguistics and history is
shown playfully in his alteration of the name of the attackers, from Inutos to the
modern day Eskimo. There is cleverness
in this, but the racism is still disturbing.
While
sitting up in the tower, the narrator gazes at the North Star, which again
lulls him to sleep. This time he is
transported back to reality from the dream city of Olathoë, and is trapped in
the present. He has neglected his duty, and
his failure has possibly led to the destruction of the noble Lomarians. There is a haunting sense that he was
supposed to have received a communication of some sort from the North Star, and
done something important as a result. What
was it? A direction?
There
is a poem in Lovecraft’s Fungi From
Yuggoth series—Evening Star—that
was published posthumously in 1943. It
is uncertain whether there is a close connection between Polaris and Evening Star,
but the poem contains imagery reminiscent of the story. The poet becomes fascinated with a star that
appears at dusk. Gazing at it gives him
visions of gardens and architecture, “of some dim life—I never could tell where…but
now I knew…those rays were calling from my far, lost home.” Both the story and the poem seem to reflect
Lovecraft’s feelings about the direction of his life, its purpose, his sense of
being besieged by the demands of adulthood and the loss of his childhood home.
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