“But
then, Alice could seldom sleep in the afternoon because of her troublesome cough…”
Several
of Walter De La Mare’s short stories have been discussed in previous posts,
among them The Creatures, Out of the Deep, The Tree, and his well known Seaton’s
Aunt. They may be found in an
excellent collection of his work called The
Riddle and Other Stories (1923). He is a master of quiet subtle supernatural
fiction. In nearly every story he makes
skillful use of minor details—easily overlooked upon first reading—to create a
sense of foreboding and dis-ease. For
that reason his stories must be read slowly and savored.
Even death
is typically depicted offhandedly and with great restraint—its understatement
magnifying the discovered horror. Here
is his description of the demise of the wastrel in Out of the Deep:
“That
is why when, next morning, out of a sounding slanting shower of rain Mrs.
Thripps admitted herself into the house at the area door, she found the young
man, still in his clothes, lying very fast asleep indeed on the trucklebed in
the attic…She merely looked at what was left of him; her old face almost
comically transfixed in its appearance of pity, horror, astonishment, and
curiosity.”
It is
difficult to imagine H.P. Lovecraft—admittedly a very different kind of author—ever
creating such subtle modulation of shock and dismay. Without characterization, dialogue, or relationships
among his characters, he had to rely heavily on setting and lengthy back story
to create mood and foreshadowing. De la
Mare can do this with a conversational response, the appearance of an everyday
object, or a thought that is unspoken. What
is also very interesting about De La Mare is what he does not say in his stories, the spaces he leaves unfilled.
Why
is young Alice unable to leave the service of crotchety old Miss Lennox? Who wrote the letters that she has kept
bundled up with a faded blue ribbon all these years? Is the garden haunted? By whom?
The author of The Looking Glass
leaves these and other questions unanswered.
Events in the story appear to be straightforward, as they often are in
De La Mare’s work. Alice is a companion
and caregiver to the aged Miss Lennox, but is allowed a break from her work
every afternoon—which she spends in the garden. Her routine often includes a conversation
with Sarah, an old servant from next door.
Perhaps
the two older women are stand-ins for the Red and White Queens of Lewis Carrol’s
Through the Looking Glass (1871),
though the comparison is imprecise. De
La Mare’s description of the garden, with its low wall separating Alice’s small
confined world from the meadows beyond is suggestive of a chess board, upon
which her movements are quite limited.
There are no men in this story, and certainly no White Knight that will
rescue her. There are just the letters she has saved, and the ones she writes but never sends.
Much
of what the two older women say to Alice seems inexplicable, especially their
respective comments about whether the house and garden are haunted, and by
whom. Sarah’s comments are especially
unsettling and prophetic, (the White Queen could “remember” future events). “May-day’s the day, and midnight’s the hour,
for such as be wakeful and brazen and stoopid enough to watch it out.” She later tells Alice that she herself,
because of her age and loneliness, is metaphorically speaking, a ghost. But that idea is taken much more seriously by
Alice.
She
begins to see the garden as a kind of mirror, reflecting her thoughts, her
spirit, and her solitude: “What was all
through the place now like smoke Alice perceived to be the peculiar clarity of the
air discernible in the garden at times.
The clearness as it were of glass, of a looking glass…” She makes herself a white “watch gown” with
embroidered daisies. There is some
urgency—who is it for? What occasion?
At
the end of the story, a day in the garden is once again described, from dawn
until dusk. But the author emphasizes its utter emptiness. “…there came no watcher—not even the very
ghost of a watcher…” It is the final
absence of anything in the garden that is the most terrifying notion.
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