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THE DEEP ONES: "Twilight" by Michel de Ghelderode

The Weird Tradition

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2AndreasJ
Mar 5, 12:55pm Top

Just read it from the link. I note that said entitles it as "A Twilight", with an indefinite article. Anyone know which version is more correct? I can't check what ISFDB says because that appears to be down.

3elenchus
Mar 5, 3:00pm Top

ISFDB (apparently back online) registers the original story as Un Crepuscule, so: with indefinite article.

4RandyStafford
Mar 6, 1:49pm Top

Definitely a story long on atmosphere and short on plot. Still, I liked its building of atmosphere by the subjectivity of the narrator's moods and metaphors.

I'm not sure what happened yet. Is it all in the head of the narrator? Has some ominous presence entered the world ("the wrath of god")? Is the whole thing a metaphor for wartime Europe with its "slaughterhouse"?

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5KentonSem
Edited: Mar 6, 3:37pm Top

That last paragraph really throws a sudden, dark spin on the dream-like wanderings that come before. Those could actually be real cattle headed for the slaughterhouse in a return to the ordinary, carnal world. If you read it with a more misanthropic point of view, however, they become human cattle, satisfying "the wrath of the gods or the hunger of men" in what is almost certainly a metaphor for wartime Europe, as Randy notes. I'm inclined toward the latter. And what exactly are the "lunar searchlights?"

6elenchus
Edited: Mar 6, 3:42pm Top

I do appreciate atmospheric pieces such as this, and also those in which events are ambiguous: are events supernatural, psychological-phenomenological, figurative, any / all? Key to such works, for me, is vivid and elegant writing, which Ghelderode brings in numbers (even accounting for the translation).

That said, it was my first taste of Ghelderode and somehow I anticipated a more substantive plot. With that atmosphere and sense of foreboding, even a minor key event would have packed a solid punch.

ETA It occurs to me that this story might well come across quite differently in the context of the collection in which it was first published. I gather Ghelderode worked on these shorts and conceived of them as a collective, so "A Twilight" may not be fully appreciated on its own.

Something similar applied to Shirley Jackson's "The Daemon-Lover", though certainly that story stood on its own plot-wise to a greater extent than "A Twilight".

7housefulofpaper
Mar 6, 6:48pm Top

>6 elenchus:

I think it probably does come across differently in the context of the collection as a whole. I was intrigued enough by the miscellany in >1 KentonSem:, and by the chance to read a non-Anglophone author, to buy the Wakefield Press edition of Spells. So far, I've only read the introduction and the first story (which is more substantial, in the sense of having more of a story to tell, but shares A Twilight's sensibility of conveying the narrator's thoughts and impressions and perceptions - in that sense it's very much in the 20th Century Modernist tradition I would guess.

I think it's also part of a tradition I'm not really familiar with - a European conservative, Catholic tradition. The representatives of this tradition are only names to me that I've seen in passing references (Paul Claudel or Charles Péguy in poems by W. H. Auden and Geoffrey Hill for example - although I see from his Wikipedia entry that Péguy was co-opted by the Right (by Fascists in fact) despite being a lifelong Socialist. Knowing this background, I can't help feeling, would bring into focus what is unique about Ghelderode and what he shares with those other writers.

Another influence - I would guess - is Belgium itself (judging by - limited knowledge, once again! - the novel Bruges-la-morte and a 1994 Jonathan Meades documentary (currently up on YouTube) that argued for a surrealist country, and a particularly gloomy Northern Catholicism unrelieved by the sun and colour of southern Europe.

8elenchus
Mar 6, 6:56pm Top

>7 housefulofpaper:

Hope you post again about the other stories in Spells, especially but not exclusively as they might influence "A Twilight"!

9AndreasJ
Mar 7, 1:40am Top

As everybody said, heavy on atmosphere and light on plot. I find my appreciation for such works grows with time, and I thought this one was pretty sweet.

I didn't reflect that the "cattle" at the end might be people to be lead to their deaths in WWII, but I like the idea. (Of such symbolism, that is, not the idea of people being led to their deaths!)

I guess the searchlights are "lunar" because their light is ghostly and without warmth, like the Moon's.

10WeeTurtle
Mar 7, 7:52am Top

Just finished reading this, and passed it onto my friend who has far more knowledge about Biblical things and lore than I do, and religion in general, as I can't help but feel that I'm missing things.

This line here: "hypocritically filling the vat of St. Nicholas." I feel that something is there but I'm missing it.

Perhaps because I've been listening to a lot of Lovecraft lately, and also stories that feature bleak apartments and living areas, so the atmosphere definitely felt pronounced, and I wonder if this story is sort of a one man's look at things that most people just don't see, and we and the man in the story aren't sure which part is real and which isn't, or if something is more real than the others.

11KentonSem
Mar 7, 9:21am Top

I think the introductory paragraph to the WFR page containing the story has it right when it mentions Cocteau and Artaud. There is something of the same feel and focus on strange detail, although not quite as intense.

I also got a kind of labyrinthian, Gormenghast-like feel from the description of the church.

Searchlights often indicate that someone is being sought out. Would it be our narrator? Escaping "cattle"?

12AndreasJ
Mar 7, 9:43am Top

>11 KentonSem:

Given that it was written during WWII, I assumed the searchlights were looking for enemy aircraft (or friendly ones, I guess, if you were a Belgian without Ghelderode's German sympathies.)

13WeeTurtle
Mar 8, 2:44am Top

I would be more inclined to think aircraft, since I've only seen searchlights pointing up in the sky, though it was usually in a celebratory fashion rather than practical. Given his focus on the sky, the search lights could be relating to that, or maybe he's alluding to the liquid light shapes he mentions earlier, if the lights are coming from the sky and not the ground.

It was late when I read it, and I was more focused on the atmosphere than the literal writing, so I'm not 100% on things I'm describing.

14frahealee
Edited: Mar 8, 2:16pm Top

>13 WeeTurtle: I wish. The number of times my night has been disturbed by helicopters with their searchlights flying over the neighbourhood (it is not the light that wakes me, it's the sound, since I sleep with windows open always no matter the season)… that makes my neighbourhood sound dreadful. A town of 10-15,000 has limited police options, so they often scramble to the sky to track late night 'mischief' rather than driving around in the wrong direction.

This to me was like reading a poem without action/actors. Lovely change of pace. Some poems consist of what one might find on one's desk, and just listing the items in no particular order can tell a lot about the person who uses that desk. The story is in the objects and how they're arranged. Baseboard simplicity. It elevates the mundane to place them at the forefront of what's often overlooked or taken for granted. This device needs to be done well to be effective, and it has been.

The religious stuff just washed over me, with very little impact. I will take another look...

ie. " … the level area that surrounds the church of St. Nicholas, where a hundred passageways and blind alleys come to discharge themselves as though into a vat … "

This simply made me think of Villette, which I read early last year I think, for the first time. Before that, Belgium always brought to mind Hercule Poirot! This description evoked wine-making not sacred structure.

"The mud came out of the paving stones or else flowed like fetid lava from the hundred passageways, hypocritically filling the vat of St. Nicholas."

This brought to mind Dante's Peak, where the terror is not so much in the eruption as in the path of lava. Hypocritical in that most of the community likely tried to avoid the churchyard in the evening, heading instead to the pubs. In searching for vice, they want to stay clear of images of virtue. Out of sight out of mind, which holds guilt at bay.

15frahealee
Edited: Mar 12, 6:30pm Top

After a second read, my first thought was that the guy fell asleep during Mass for some vigil, and awoke abruptly when the bells began to ring, fully disoriented and mortified. =) Incense can do that to even seasoned parishioners.

My experience is so vastly different than most, that it likely has no place here. When bumping up against a fallen Crucifix propped on a pillar, leaning forward as though in the midst of the Way of the Cross, for me it's a symbol of love, not unlike a young girl's heart-shaped locket. The carrying of the cross is made more meaningful when Christ buckles under its weight and is helped by Simon of Cyrene, not his Disciples. My father worked as a Parish caretaker for for many years, so I would occasionally snooze after school in one of the pews (once done outdoor litter duty), until he finished with every obscure task I was sure no one would ever notice. He'd wake me for hometime, with the late afternoon sun flooding the place through nine stained glass windows on the south and west sides. Six on each side of the church, for the 14 Stations of the Cross, then three on each side further up the outside aisles, of Matthew Mark Luke John etc. The place was anything but scary, even on a dark and stormy night! Perhaps the author was playing with non-Catholic fears, the misunderstanding between Sacramental and talisman, etc. I agree though, a beautiful pure white statue does seem to glow in the dark. Most of ours are painted, but many are at eye level or much higher up. They are not false gods or idols, but merely an image of a 'family member'. They are revered as a depiction of the person who once lived. Trust me, if anyone showed me a picture of my mother and then spat on it, they'd be swallowing my elbow. The same goes for St.Joseph. A rope makes me think of Quasimodo, but I'm sure they were once more prevalent than they are now in belfrys.

I was made more uncomfortable by the damp room and associated damp smells and the mud flowing through the concrete crevices than by anything described inside the Church of St. Nicholas. He was likely chosen because everyone has heard of him, but few know his origin story. He's been around a long time, so it makes sense that to properly depict a very old Sanctuary, Michel would choose a very old saint. All the more fun, if there is an actual church in Belgium on which this scene is based. (ETA: There is one in Brussels AND in Bruges.)

I see beauty in suffering. The Pieta is the most agonizing image I know, but one I relate to the most as a mother. My mother sang in the church choir for 40 years, and processed up and down those aisles countless times in red robes. Good Friday choral music is sensational. That Requiem, although a piece of funeral music, is the most inspiring piece I know. When I miss my parents, it is enough to pause in the church parking lot. I don't even need to go in to light a candle or visit the Tabernacle. The whole place is sacred to me, inside and out. I could look at a photo but that is only one moment. The church holds a lifetime of family memories, each cherished.

16elenchus
Mar 8, 1:24pm Top

>15 frahealee: the guy fell asleep during Mass for some vigil, and awoke abruptly when the bells began to ring

We read a story that is very reminiscent of that premise, and I can't recall the author or title. Despite a run through the DEEP ONES honour roll, I still couldn't identify it. It began with the narrator in church, during Mass, and he sees someone walking around and is distracted ....

Anyone know the one I mean?

17frahealee
Edited: Mar 12, 6:30pm Top

I'm going to transpose this, to keep from flipping back and forth …

" … Everywhere human forms arose and went forward, like resurrected beings emerging from the walls and the pavements. These shades, were they singing, and were the organs expelling the opaque air of their lungs? This collective song might have been thought the voice of a crowd processing in the open air around the church; the song had barbaric overtones, though its inspiration seemed to be sacred. This vocal drone that I wasn’t able to identify didn’t fail to comfort me, just as the renewal of light had done, and it was without fear that I undertook to exit the church, climbing back up to the surface of the city without further difficulty.

Night had fallen, completely. Countless streetlights blazed, the façades wore their familiar faces. Living beings moved about in the reconsolidated city. And the precincts of St. Nicholas were swarming as in times of fairs and cavalcades. The church was encircled by herds. The cattle arrived in abundance, crossing the city from one end to the other, through the old passageways, with St. Nicholas as the cauldron that provided the terminus. It was the night of their holocaust. Their bellows fluctuated, melting together and making a deep pedal note that was counterpointed by sharp bleats and joyful barks. And the majestic cohorts were whipped on by mighty curses. I moved forward, squeezed between the oxen, lost in that flood of rumps and muzzles. The world hadn’t come to an end; the world smelled carnally after the deluge. And, under the lunar searchlights, I went with the musical and so fatally beautiful herds, deported to the cruel abattoirs where the beasts are sacrificed, their blood flowing in torrents in order to appease, who knows which, the wrath of the gods or the hunger of men... "

To me, lunar searchlights are just stars that appeared when the clouds parted. Most of this is face value. I will need to revisit the author when there's more time. Although I'd read these comments before reading the story, the second world war did not enter my mind, even knowing the timeline of 1941. Not even with the mention of holocaust. It was pure poetry for me, not commentary.

18KentonSem
Mar 8, 2:18pm Top

>16 elenchus:

It began with the narrator in church, during Mass...

Possibly "Never to Be Heard" by Ramsey Campbell?

http://www.librarything.com/topic/162183

...and he sees someone walking around and is distracted ...

Could also be "Count Magnus" by M.R. James.

http://www.librarything.com/topic/152533

19elenchus
Mar 8, 2:29pm Top

>18 KentonSem:

Neither of those, though I can see why they came to mind. First-person narrator telling of his own experience, and it was in present tense I think. Story opens with him in the church, complaining about the church music and marvelling that none of the congregants seem bothered by it.

20frahealee
Edited: Mar 12, 6:31pm Top

>19 elenchus: You're making me think of the one we did recently, the man in love with a woman he's never met, who appears to him inside an abandoned church but he feels like he is back in her time, so they can interact.

Found a St. Nicholas Church in Bruges but it does not match the image I have in my mind. Certainly looks central though, and features a magnificent bell tower.

21elenchus
Edited: Mar 8, 4:50pm Top

Ha, so many churches!

>20 frahealee:
That recent one was Vernon Lee's "Amour Dure", also not the one I'm thinking of. Driving me mad, I'll keep looking for it.

22AndreasJ
Mar 8, 4:49pm Top

>16 elenchus:

Would you be thinking of Chambers' "In the Court of the Dragon"?

23elenchus
Mar 8, 4:53pm Top

>22 AndreasJ:

THAT is the one. Goodness, just a year ago and I couldn't put my finger to it.

The online discussion is here.

24frahealee
Edited: Mar 9, 7:57am Top

>22 AndreasJ:
>23 elenchus:
Hallelujah! (pun intended) Thanks Andreas, and now I will have to read it this weekend, having inadvertently caused elenchus such unrest. I will keep my tangents contained in future. =)

Add-on:
There is also a St.Nick in Brussels, but too small to suit me, although the age is about right...
"The Église St-Nicolas is a delightful little church behind the Bourse in Brussels. It is surrounded by fine old houses that seem to huddle under it. This small church is almost 1,000 years old, but little remains of the original structure. Its 11th-century Romanesque lines are hidden by a 14th-century Gothic facade and the repairs made after the French bombardment of 1695. A cannonball fired by the French in 1695 is still lodged in one of the pillars. The church holds a small painting by Rubens of The Virgin and Child and the Vladimir Icon painted by an artist from Constantinople in 1131."

This came from one of the links above...
"Frequently suffering from poor health, around the age of sixteen, while pursuing his studies at the Institut St.-Louis in Brussels, he fell gravely ill with typhus."
This makes me think of other creative writers who used illness/dreams as a time to craft their best works. If he was in Brussels as a teen, he easily could have based his story on this real landmark.

25WeeTurtle
Mar 9, 8:15am Top

I should perhaps read it again but I'm still rolling around in the atmosphere, and too much occupied with other things, but correct me if I mention something not in the text.

The wet and watery atmosphere didn't get to me much at first and I found it hard to really appreciate the mood, though probably because the way he describes things as though sort of swimming makes me think of just that, which is pretty awesome to me. I have a love affair with water that I don't indulge near enough.

I feel that there is a perspective shift going on with the narrator, perhaps beyond his control and for whatever reason be it a dream, hallucination, or having the mother of all head colds. When I think of the statue of Christ and his comment that his twisted face appears in torment as though strangled by someone with a garrote, I imagine this fellow looking at what should be a reminder of the suffering endured by Christ to help humanity (pretty secular here so also not 100% on religious things), turns into torment, and instead of enduring the suffering, it's "help me" and the image has gone from sacrifice to murder. It's perhaps the same with God in the sky, being the only one left. On the one hand, it could be seen as God never abandoning anyone, or it could be more sinister in that there is nothing up there (heaven perhaps) BUT God, and he's laughing at you.

I also think of the wet and mucky atmosphere as possibly being related to simple bodies and flesh and the mundane, ugly parts of Earth and being alive. It's a contrast with the fleshy and profane versus the spiritual and sacred and in this narrative, the fleshy lumps of biology are winning.

And I could well be talking out of imagined things here. I really need to quit posting this sort of stuff at horrible hours of the morning.

26frahealee
Mar 9, 9:05am Top

Memorable "ugly bags of mostly water" image from tv Star Trek episode just popped to mind. I nearly drowned once in a quarry as a kid and i find his description suffocating. =(

Creatively, that's when you drop the filters. Like getting really angry often releases the absolute truth despite warnings of reason. Double edged swords.

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