Showing posts with label William Hope Hodgson. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 23, 2026

The Night Land (Standalone) 1.5Stars

 

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Title: The Night Land
Series: (Standalone)
Author: William Hope Hodgson
Rating: 1.5 of 5 Stars
Genre: Adventure
Pages: 681
Words: 197K
Publish: 1912



Back in 2020, I tried to read The Well at the World’s End, but had to give up at 9% because of the faux old time’y language the author used. There has been lingering regret about that decision ever since and I have felt like I was defeated by mere words. As someone who thinks that words are the most important, that defeat just stuck in my craw. Which is necessary info to understand why I persevered through this current piece of garbage.

This story could have been 150 pages but Hodgson puffed it up to over 600, mainly because he insisted on detailing everything on an hourly basis, through the narrator. The narrator tells us every time he eats, sleeps and gets outraged at himself (Dictator Xi Jinping now humps a goat) when he doesn’t do those things on the schedule he set up for himself. And then tells how long it has been since he last ate or slept so as to show that he’s aware of breaking his own schedule and somehow trying to secure our sympathy.

And it is all written in Faux 1700’s language.

I have mentioned in previous reviews of Hodgson’s stuff that I’m not surprised he’s been swept aside and forgotten by history. This book really cemented that idea for me though. It also made me realize that I am wasting my time with Hodgson and thus this will be the last book of his I read. There are other authors who HAVE stood the test of time that I should read instead of this guy. Dickens, Dumas, MacDonald, Hugo, etc spring to mind.

I considered giving this a 1star because I was so bored with it and wanted it to end, but 1stars are saved for the truly egregious books that cross moral lines and are poisonous to the reader. This was like a HUGE bag of store brand buttered popcorn that was stale. It’s disgusting but it isn’t poison.


★✬☆☆☆


From Grokipedia

Framing device

The framing device of The Night Land presents the entire narrative as the visionary manuscript of a 17th-century gentleman mourning the death of his beloved wife, Lady Mirdath the Beautiful, who died young. [15] [16] Overwhelmed by grief and loneliness, the narrator experiences a series of dreams and waking visions in which he "waked into the future of this world," perceiving the life and thoughts of his own reincarnation millions of years ahead. [17] These psychic or telepathic impressions reveal events in a distant era after the sun's death, which he recognizes as connected to his soul's eternal continuity. [17]The story is thus conveyed as a "found" record or transcribed vision from this historical narrator, who describes his experiences in an archaic, ceremonious prose reflective of his time. [15] [17] He frames the account as a personal testimony born of sorrow, noting that such knowledge came to him through spiritual sympathy and reincarnation memory, allowing him to witness his future self's existence. [17]This framing structure creates significant temporal distance between the narrator's 17th-century perspective and the remote future events, lending the tale a mythic, prophetic tone that heightens its sense of solemn wonder and cosmic scale. [15] [18] The device also transforms personal bereavement into a broader meditation on enduring love across aeons, offering consolation through the promise of reunion beyond death. [17]

The Last Redoubt and the Night Land

The far-future Earth depicted in The Night Land lies in perpetual darkness, enveloped in an everlasting night after the sun's extinction millions of years earlier, with the planet grown cold and hostile to life. [19]Humanity's last remnants—millions of people—survive within the Last Redoubt, a gigantic pyramid constructed of grey metal, measuring more than five miles along each side of its base and rising to a height exceeding seven miles, surmounted by a tower nearly a mile tall. [19] This colossal structure contains 1,320 stacked cities across its floors and is protected at its base by the Electric Circle, a great ring of light generated by the Earth Current, which extends outward for a mile on every side and forms an invisible barrier that repels monstrous entities and evil forces. [19] The Earth Current serves as humanity's sole remaining power source, sustaining life within the pyramid—including vast underground fields that form a stepped pyramid of country lands reaching a hundred miles deep and wide at the lowest level—and providing illumination, agriculture, and defense, though its finite nature poses an ultimate threat to survival. [20]The surrounding Night Land extends as a vast, lightless wilderness of profound horror, lit only by scattered unnatural sources such as the Red Pit's fiery glare, the Vale of Red Fire, the cold glow of the Plain of Blue Fire, the fitful red light of Giants' Kilns, and low volcanoes along distant borders. [19] This landscape teems with monstrous entities, including the four principal Watchers—immense, immovable beings of hill-like bulk radiating steadfast, hideous intelligence and positioned to menace the pyramid from the north-west, south-east, south-west, and south—as well as giants, Night Hounds, Ab-humans, the Silent Ones, and other grotesque creatures that lurk amid features like the House of Silence, the Pit of the Red Smoke, and the Country Whence Comes the Great Laughter. [19] [21]A smaller, failing outpost known as the Lesser Redoubt exists elsewhere in the Night Land, built as a three-sided pyramid no more than a mile high with a base scarcely three-quarters of a mile along each side. [20] Housing no more than ten thousand inhabitants by the time of renewed contact, it draws upon a comparatively weak stream of the Earth Current through a deep shaft, resulting in long ages of dwindling vitality, listlessness, and premature aging among its people until a recent resurgence restored some vigor. [20]

The journey and resolution

The protagonist establishes a telepathic bond with Naani, a woman from the distant Lesser Redoubt, and recognizes her as the reincarnation of his past love Mirdath.[17] [22] When the Lesser Redoubt loses its protective Earth-Current and is overrun, leaving Naani and a handful of survivors to flee its ruins, he resolves to abandon the safety of the Last Redoubt and undertake a solo quest to find and rescue her despite the immense dangers.[17] He equips himself with the Diskos, a powerful two-handed weapon that draws on Earth-Current to produce a flaming, vibrating blade capable of cleaving through monstrous foes.[17]The outward journey across the Night Land lasts weeks or months and subjects him to extreme isolation and peril. He traverses nightmarish landscapes including the Plain of Blue Fire, the dark Mighty Slope, the Great Gorge with its blue gas flames, and the Country of Seas and Fire dotted with volcanoes and dried seabeds.[17] He must skirt or pass near fixed terrors such as the immense Watchers, the House of Silence, and the Road Where the Silent Ones Walk, while fighting off active threats including packs of giant Night Hounds, great slugs, Humped Men, the four-armed Yellow Beast-Man, and other ab-human and bestial creatures in desperate, prolonged combats.[17] [23] Starvation, exhaustion, and repeated brushes with madness test him, yet the Diskos and his determination sustain him until he reaches the ruined Lesser Redoubt and reunites with the starving, barefoot, and injured Naani along with a small number of other survivors.[17]The return journey, often more grueling than the outward trek, sees most of the accompanying survivors perish from monster attacks, wounds, or fatigue, including a major battle against Humped Men on a raft island in a fiery sea region.[17] Naani repeatedly nears death from cold, hunger, exhaustion, and injuries, forcing the protagonist to carry her for long stretches while fending off continued assaults from Night Hounds, slugs, and other horrors.[17] In the final approach to the Last Redoubt, Naani succumbs to a spiritual assault from the House of Silence and appears to die in his arms just outside the protective Electric Circle.[17] Yet she miraculously revives during the burial procession inside the Pyramid, restored by the Earth-Current.[17]Both recover from their wounds and hardships, marry first in private and later in a grand public ceremony, and share a period of peaceful "Love Days" within the Last Redoubt.[17] The protagonist is commemorated with a statue in the Hall of Honour depicting him forever carrying Naani in his broken armour, symbolizing the triumph of love and endurance.[17]

Characters

Protagonist and narrator

The protagonist and narrator of The Night Land is an unnamed man whose existence spans two distinct lifetimes connected through reincarnation. In his first incarnation, in a past age, he falls deeply in love with Mirdath the Beautiful, marries her, and suffers profound grief when she dies in childbirth. [23] [22] This loss haunts him until a mystical connection allows his consciousness to merge with his reincarnated self millions of years in the future. [24] [23]In the far future, he is a Monstruwacan in the Great Redoubt, humanity's last refuge, stationed in the Tower of Observation where he develops his natural telepathic abilities under the guidance of the Master Monstruwacan. [25] He wields the Diskos, a formidable personal weapon consisting of a sharp, spinning disk of grey metal mounted on a rod, charged by the Earth-Current and forming a unique affinity with its owner, often described as a companion in battle. [26]The narrative is delivered in the first person from this future incarnation, employing deliberately archaic and formal prose that reflects the influence of his past life, marked by phrases of solemn devotion and ceremonial gravity. [23] [25] His personality reveals exceptional courage in facing the terrors of the Night Land alone, profound and unwavering devotion to his reincarnated beloved, and an emotional arc shaped by the lingering anguish of past loss and the intense fulfillment of reunion. [22] He briefly establishes telepathic contact with Naani, which propels his journey. [23]

Naani and Mirdath

Naani is a young woman living in the Lesser Redoubt, a smaller pyramid-shaped stronghold housing a dwindling human population far from the Great Redoubt. [17] As the daughter of the Master Monstruwacan of the Lesser Redoubt and a gifted Sensitive capable of strong telepathic perception, Naani possesses unusual abilities to reach across the vast darkness of the Night Land. [17] She initiates faint, exhausting contact with the narrator using the Master-Word and an ancient love-name once reserved for Mirdath the Beautiful, his beloved from a previous life. [17] This recognition reveals Naani to be the reincarnation of Mirdath, whose soul has returned after ages apart, as confirmed by shared spiritual essence, old gestures such as kissing food tablets before eating, and Naani’s emerging memories of their past union. [17]Mirdath the Beautiful, described in the narrator’s earlier existence as his cousin and betrothed, shared a profound romantic bond with him until her death in childbirth, an event that plunged him into lasting grief and inspired tender, sorrowful poetry. [17] The narrator perceives Naani’s voice and presence as Mirdath’s returned, declaring that “she was Naani and she was Mirdath,” with their reunion evoking the sense that “Eternity had been rolled backward.” [17] Their connection underscores a theme of eternal love persisting across vast temporal distances through reincarnation. [27]Naani’s peril escalates when the Earth-Current sustaining the Lesser Redoubt fails suddenly and catastrophically, draining vitality from the inhabitants and leading to widespread madness, despair, and a fatal exodus into the monster-haunted Night Land. [17] Left alone amid the destruction, Naani wanders starving and exposed for a prolonged period, her calls growing fainter and more desperate as she faces imminent death from exposure, hunger, and lurking threats. [17] Her dire situation and continued telepathic pleas, invoking the past love-name and signaling her mortal danger, serve as the central impetus for the narrator’s resolve to leave the safety of the Great Redoubt and cross the Night Land to save her. [17]

Antagonistic forces

The Great Redoubt stands besieged by an array of malevolent forces that surround it in the eternal darkness of the Night Land. The most formidable of these are the Watchers, immense, mountain-like entities positioned at various points around the pyramid, embodying a hideous, steadfast intelligence as they observe without cease. Described as "mountains of living watchfulness and hideous and steadfast intelligence," they remain immobile, never sleeping or moving perceptibly, having watched "from the Beginning" through eternity. One, the Watcher of the South, is portrayed as "a living hill of watchfulness... squat and tremendous, hunched over," having approached slowly over twenty thousand years until halted by a rising protective dome. Other Watchers exhibit distinctive features, such as the North-West Watcher with its vast chin lit by red pit glow, the South-East Watcher as a "squat monster" with a lumbered-forward head, and the North-East Crowned Watcher marked by a blue luminous ring and a constantly quivering bell-ear.[26][26][28][26]Abhumans represent another category of threat, consisting of mutated and degenerated descendants of humanity who have become evil, bestial beings adapted to the harsh outer world. These include various tribes such as the Humped Men—squat, powerfully built figures with humped shoulders, large teeth, and brown hair who hunt in predatory packs—and other brutish or giant-like forms, often described as half-man and half-beast, incredibly hardened to suffering and hostile to the Redoubt's inhabitants.[26]Additional antagonistic entities encompass a range of monstrous creatures, including giant slug-things—black, beslimed, and wrinkled with eye-stalks and long white tongues that move slowly and emit a dreadful stink—as well as large serpents thick as a man's body, night hounds great as horses that bay and tear in packs, and hybrid horrors such as four-armed yellow beings with talons or low, bristled yellow things resembling living hillocks that attack with poisonous hairs and sharp legs. Evil spirits and psychic forces also lurk, particularly in locations like the House of Silence, which exerts an irresistible drawing power.[26]These threats are held at bay by the Earth Current, a fundamental energy drawn from beneath the pyramid that sustains the Redoubt's light, heat, agriculture, weapons, and communications while generating protective barriers. Chief among these defenses is the great Electric Circle of light, burning eternally within a transparent tube around the pyramid's base and creating an invisible wall of safety, such that "none of the monsters have power to pass across it" and it affects the weaker minds of lesser creatures.[26]


Tuesday, May 12, 2026

The Ghost Pirates (Standalone) 3Stars

 

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Title: The Ghost Pirates
Series: Standalone
Author: William Hope Hodgson
Rating: 3 of 5 Stars
Genre: Adventure
Pages: 179
Words: 50K
Publish: 1909



Long, slow and with barely a supernatural menace until right at the end. Of course, the end ends with the ship being dragged under the sea by ghost ships while the crew is murdered by either ghost pirates or transdimensional pirates. So it ends with a bang!

Lots of little things happen on the ship leading up to that, but it could all be chalked up to nerves or accidents. Except our narrator, and one or two other sailors, have seen insubstantial man shapes at various times at night. I guess this would be called a “slow burn” horror story and boy howdy, is it slow. At least with The House on the Borderlands we had the scary pig things almost from the get-go. Here it is just hints and little bits of unnerving happenings. Not nearly enough in my opinion.

I can see why Hodgson has been forgotten over the years. His writings were fully of his time and did not, and have not, transcended into that timeless realm that we associate with The Classics.

The cover here is pretty good. It represents the ending of book unfortunately. Something this scary should have been the foundation, not the widow’s walk.



★★★☆☆


From Wikipedia

The novel is presented as the transcribed testimony of Jessop, who we ultimately discover is the only survivor of the final voyage of the Mortzestus, having been rescued from drowning by the crew of the passing Sangier. It begins with Jessop's recounting how he came to be aboard the ill-fated Mortzestus and the rumors surrounding the vessel.

Jessop then begins to recount the unusual events that rapidly increase in both frequency and severity. In the telling of his tale, Jessop offers only sparse interpretation of the events, spending most of the time relating the story in an almost journalistic fashion, presenting a relatively unvarnished description of the events and conversations as they occurred.

He describes his confusion and uncertainty about what he believes he has seen, at times fearing for his own sanity. He eventually hears other members of the crew speak of strange events, most of which the rest of the crew pass off as either bad luck or the result of the witness being either tired or "dotty". Jessop only offers brief personal interpretation; he states that while he cannot discount the idea that the beings plaguing the ship may be ghosts, he presents his theory that they may be beings from another dimension that, while sharing the same physical space as theirs, are normally completely separated to the extent that neither dimension is aware of the existence of the other. He offers only vague, superficial suggestions as to the cause of his theorized dimensional breach.


Thursday, April 10, 2025

The House on the Borderlands (Standalone) 3Stars

 

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Title: The House on the Borderlands
Series: -----
Author: William Hope Hodgson
Rating: 3 of 5 Stars
Genre: Horror
Pages: 157
Words: 52K
Publish: 1908



(This book was recommended by Snapdragon Alcove and the link goes to her review from 2023)

I am putting the “horror” tag on this even though it could just as easily go into the fantasy camp. Mainly because the story does start out very horrifyingly. An old man is living with his aged sister at a big old empty house and he starts seeing these horrible pigmen around the place. They are trying to get into the house, he has to board the place up, lock his sister into her room so she doesn’t accidentally open a door and keep the pigmen at bay with his small arsenal of guns. That part was genuinely scary. Then throw in the fact that the author gives hints that maybe this is all happening in the head of the main character and the “creep” factor rockets off the charts for me.

Sadly, then we get a section of out of body experience that was extremely similar to the Time Traveller in Wells’ The Time Machine, where he just watches the earth age and looks at things on a cosmic scale. It was genuinely boring.

Then Hodgson tries to throw in some sort of romance thing. It was the worst part of the book because it was so hamhandedly handled. She doesn’t even get a name, just “My former love”. Oh my goodness, it was like reading something a twenty year old would have written. It made me cringe. Then he went back to the cosmic journey thing and I was bored again.

Thankfully, the old guy comes back to earth with no time having passed (hence another hint that it all might be in his head) and the pigmen assault the place again. Creepy.

So this read was a complete mixed bag. I enjoyed it enough to give it 3stars and decide to seek out a Complete Works of Hodgson’s stuff. Public Domain is a wonderful thing. But I am tempering my expectations because of his cosmic passage parts of the story. I fully expect to be bored out of my skull by some of his dumbassery in future books.

I must also admit that this got a bit of a ratings bump just because of the cover. I mean, how awesomely scary looking is that? Wicked, man…



★★★☆☆


From Wikipedia

Two men on a two-week fishing holiday in remote western Ireland are surprised to discover a strange abyss. On a rock spur above this pit they find ruins and buried in them a journal, which they read.

The author of the journal introduces himself as an old man who has lived for years in an ancient house accompanied only by his sister, who serves as housekeeper, and his dog, Pepper. He has no contact with the local inhabitants, who say he is mad. The house is circular in form and its weird appearance includes peculiar decorations that suggest leaping flames. It has had an evil reputation for centuries and had been empty for many years when he purchased it. The diary will record his strange experiences and thoughts.

Late one night, as he was reading in his study, the light suddenly turned green and then red. Pepper hid under his chair and he sat still, frightened. The red light went low, and he was no longer afraid. The far side of the room became a vision of a vast empty plain. He floated like a bubble into space, leaving the earth and sun behind as he travelled into utter darkness and despair. He reached the world of the vast plain, whose sun is a wreath of red flame. He was brought to an arena: an immense green jade copy of his own house, at the centre of a circle miles across, circled by mountains containing hundreds of huge idols of Beast-gods and Horrors. As he nears the huge building, a humanoid creature with the repellent head and face of a huge swine is trying to get into the House. The Swine-creature suddenly and horribly moves toward him, but he is borne upward, then reverses his travel through space to return to his study.

Several months later, horrible man-sized creatures with dead-white skin emerge from a nearby Pit and assault the House. The Swine-Things are strong and intelligent but are unable to break in; after a night and day in which the Recluse kills some of them they disappear. He is terrified by the violent creatures and he waits several days before leaving the House with Pepper to search the former gardens outside.

A week later, he and Pepper explore the Pit that appears to be the source of the Swine-Things. A tunnel leads to an immensely deep abyss. Water flows down the tunnel and the struggle of wading against it to get back out is exhausting. Two weeks afterwards the Pit has become a lake. He revisits a trap door in the Cellar, realizing that it opens to the bottomless abyss.

Asleep in his study, the Recluse awakens into a place like a mist of light and meets his lost love. She calls the place the Sea of Sleep, and implores him to leave the evil House, but admits that they would never have met again had he been anywhere else.

The journal starts again, with the passage of time increasing in speed. Days and nights pass more and more quickly, the sun and moon become flickers and years blur. Pepper's body, then his own, crumble into dust. The House falls, the world fades, time slowly grinds to a halt and the solar system ends with his perception of an immense green star, celestial globes, and another timeless meeting in the Sea of Sleep with the lost love. He is brought again to the Arena and into the great House. He is again in his own study, with time running normally.

The malicious Swine-creature from the Arena inflicts a luminous fungal growth on a dog and the Recluse is barely able to stop himself from letting it into the House. He has also contracted the disease, and the manuscript ends with the man in his study as the creature comes through the trap door in the Cellar.

The two men recover from reading the journal and return to fishing, making no attempt to revisit the horrible pit. Their driver interviews an old man in the local village who remembers the evil house that everyone avoided had once been occupied by an unsociable old man and his elderly sister. Once a month, a man who told the villagers nothing took supplies to the house; years went by until suddenly that man excitedly reported that the house had disappeared and there was now a chasm where it had been.


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