Horticultural
horror was the subject of a series of posts that appeared here back in late summer
of 2013. It is a recurring theme in horror and science fiction entertainment. For most of us, vegetation is
not inherently terrifying, because plants appear to lack an intelligence or awareness,
and are incapable of significant or threatening movement. Plants are unable to see us or track our movements like a bona fide
predator, so it is
relatively easy to outrun a noxious weed, shrub or tree.
To make
vegetation frightful, it must be given human or animal
traits like intellect, mobility and aggression. Alternatively, some
characteristic of green organisms must be amplified to inspire fear—their toxicity,
the vigorousness of their growth, the lethalness of their spines, or the degree to
which they can consume other organisms, as insectivorous plants do. Prehensile
limbs, a face with baleful eyes, a mouth to emphasize swallowing, and a fragrance or bloom that can lure the unwary are
all fictional traits that can weaponize the vegetable world and make plants
more like humans in capability and intent—humans
being far and away the scariest species on the planet.
There have been many examples of
horror and science fiction entertainment that project human or
animal traits onto the green world, with usually dire consequences. David H. Keller’s The Ivy War is one of these. The story first appeared in the May 1930
issue of Amazing Stories, which also
contained the beginning of a three part serial by Edmond Hamilton, The Universe Wreckers, and essays by
John W. Campbell, Jr. and P. Schuyler Miller, among other items. What is interesting about Keller’s work is
that it already contains many of the clichés that would appear in the monster
movies of the 1950s, almost two decades later.
The
Ivy War opens with
a very familiar stock character, the “unreliable observer” whom no one will
believe. In this case, it is the town
drunk, who stumbles into the mayor’s office, ranting about some horror that has
consumed his dog in the nearby “old swamphole”.
The “genial mayor”—we don’t seem to have many of these nowadays—dismisses
him good naturedly and goes off to his gentlemen’s club to socialize with the
local well-to-do. Fool!
This old swamphole
itself is a frequently appearing region of psycho-geography, at least in
American horror and science fiction. It
is a bit of abandoned, undisciplined land, overgrown, mysterious, devoid of
commerce, a dark frontier. The town of “Yeastford”,
somewhere in Pennsylvania, has grown up around it, but left the useless parcel
untouched.
Compare this to the area west
of Arkham, where “the hills rise wild, and there are valleys with deep woods
that no axe has ever cut” in H.P. Lovecraft’s The Colour Out of Space (1927).
Or the “lonely and curious country” a traveler encounters if he takes
the wrong turn just after Dean’s Corners in The
Dunwich Horror (1929). There are dozens
of other similar locations in horror and science fiction. Something
is hiding out there, just beyond the well-ordered streets and bustle of
traffic.
Keller uses the
gentlemen’s club, or more broadly the gentlemen’s gathering—another staple of
early twentieth century horror and science fiction—to introduce the theoretical
aspects of the story. Similar
speculative gatherings occur in a number of Robert E. Howard’s horror stories—see
for example The Children of the Night
(1931). Lovecraft’s Pickman’s Model (1927) also opens with a conversation in a similar
setting, among members of the same social class. It seems that wealthy, well-educated white
men were needed as a device to establish the credibility of these stories. It may be that the source of this convention
is H.G. Wells. For example, the opening
to The Time Machine (1895) seems to
be a plausible model for these gentlemanly debates.
At the mayor’s club
the men are speculating about two intriguing but seemingly unrelated questions: Why did so many famous ancient cities, once
thriving centers of culture and trade, suddenly and mysteriously decline? And: Is it possible that a form of plant life
could develop mobility and an intelligent will, and so become the mortal enemy of
mankind? Recent evidence from England—where
ancient castles are gradually being disassembled and pulled down by a luxurious
growth of strange ivy—suggests that this is now a real and present danger. An unusual species of ivy, typically
associated with holes and depressions in the landscape on various continents, may be the culprit.
Keller does not
explain the origin of the malevolent ivy, other than to speculate that it is a
survival from the prehistoric past.
Thousands of centuries ago life on
this world was bizarre, weird, and utterly terrible. Everything grew big…Then everything changed,
and the big things died and gave place to little things and at present man, the
king of Earth, is a little soft thing under six feet tall. But the
dreamers have told us their suspicion that in the out-places of earth, under
the ocean, or in unexplored caverns, the giants of antiquity lie, silently
sleeping, waiting for the time to come when they can once again rule as lords
of the Earth. [Emphasis mine.]
The latter half of
this passage will surely remind Lovecraft enthusiasts of something else “that
is not dead which can eternal lie…” But the mention of holes and old craters as
the epicenters of the weird ivy infestation suggests an extraterrestrial source—not
an uncommon explanation in horticultural horror. Stephen King’s 1976 story The Lonesome Death of Jordy Verrill,
which became an episode in the 1982 horror anthology film Creepshow, contains this understanding. (Not sure if this is true, but somewhere I
read that the first specimens of Dionaea
muscipula, the common and popular Venus Flytrap, were found near a meteorite. Certainly I want this to be a true fact—plant origins often seem to be rather
tedious otherwise.)
Sure enough, when the
mayor and his well-heeled friends return to Yeastford, they discover what the
town drunk knew all along: an enormous, fast growing, vampiric species of weird
ivy is emerging from the bottom of “the old swamphole” and is threatening to
devour the entire town. A series of
mishaps follow. Initial efforts to
combat the plant make matters much worse because the townspeople—at best, weekend gardeners—are ignorant
of the plant’s growth habit.
Soon the vegetable
monstrosity is extending its reach down the Delaware River, threatening the city
of Philadelphia. The climactic attack on
Philadelphia will remind readers of numerous science fiction films of the 1950s
and 1960s, where a featured city is besieged by gigantic species of insects,
reptiles or other organisms. However,
Keller’s monster is not a metaphor for anxieties in the atomic age. If it stands for anything at all, it may
represent the relentless spread of poverty in the wake of the economic collapse
of the Great Depression. Victims are entangled by the malevolent vine—debt? unemployment?—and have the life sucked out of them. In The Ivy War Keller depicts bankers and
real estate interests as initially opposing efforts to combat the spread of the
predaceous ivy.
It will come as no
surprise that a brilliant scientist, combining his efforts with a well-organized,
disciplined military and an earnest, competent government is able to defeat
the horrible plant that is threatening the entire world.
When is the last time
we experienced this kind of happy ending?
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Readers interested in
the subgenre of horticultural horror may want to look at these earlier posts:
"Yeastford" is an odd name for a town -- and evokes another part of life on earth, the kingdom of bacteria.
ReplyDeleteNot having read the story, I'm not sure of what, if any significance, it has other than yeasts are a lifeform partially domesticated and supporting civilization whereas the ivy is literally tearing down the symbols of civilization, buildings.
Yeast also shows up in an earlier story by Keller, "The Yeast Men" (1928). Given the fear of another major war brewing in Europe at the time it was written, it seems to be both a satire of militarism and a plea for nonlethal weaponry.
DeleteI haven't read enough Keller to know if yeast had some personal significance for him. Robert E. Howard fixated on snakes, H.P. Lovecraft had a dislike of marine creatures, and William Hope Hodgson apparently despised swine. Not sure about Keller's feelings about yeast.
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