When IMAGINE A MAN IN A BOX was published in 1931, it was Wakefield's third short story collection in four years, and a departure from THEY RETURN AT EVENING and OLD MAN'S BEARD in that the author seemed to be attempting to move away from the field of the supernatural tale. Of the thirteen stories in this collection, only seven could be called supernatural; the other six include tales of romance, humour, and science fiction.
'In this collection a highly original mind is at work,' reads the original dustjacket blurb. 'Mr Wakefield, with his curious, penetrating and often humorous invention has inspected a wide range of possibilities, and explored them wittily and brilliantly. His other two books of stories were almost entirely concerned with the occult, but here he has played with ideas on a more earthly plane. Nevertheless, he takes the reader clean out of the dull and prosaic world of mere fact into one of his own making. To a writer with a pen in his hand, all things are possible. Mr. Wakefield has made whatever his delightful fancy touched upon, not only possible, but plausible.'
Contents (Collection by H. Russell Wakefield)
The Frontier Guards • (1929) • short story The Central Figure • (1929) • short story Day-Dream in Macedon • (1930) • short story Damp Sheets • (1929) • short story The Inevitable Flaw • (1929) • short story Epilogue by Roger Bantock • (1930) • short story Corporal Humpit of the 4th Musketeers • (1930) • short story Mr. Bellows, the Monkey, and the Turtle • (1930) • short story Imagine a Man in a Box • short story The "Swimease" • novelette The Sun in their Eyes • novelette The Only Way Out • short story (AKA, Only One Way Out, A Problem Story) The Lazaroid • short story
Herbert Russell Wakefield was an English short story writer, novelist, publisher, and civil servant. Wakefield is best known for his ghost stories, but he produced work outside the field. He was greatly interested in the criminal mind and wrote two non-fiction criminology studies
Used These Alternate Names: H.R. Wakefield, H. Russell Wakefield, Рассел Уэйкфилд?, Herbert Russell Wakefield, Herbert R. Wakefield, Henry Russell Wakefield, Henry R. Wakefield, Sir H. Russell Wakefield, Horace Russell Wakefield
PLACEHOLDER REVIEWS - finishing off my last few Wakefield reads from my list.
"Mr. Bellows, the Monkey, and the Turtle" by H.R. Wakefield is a light comic fantasy, sort of like a Thurber story, about a desert island idyll.
"Epilogue by Roger Bantock" is quite a neat little ghost story. It pulls the trick of telling a somewhat familiar tale (a haunting to reveal a crime) but then proceeds in a different direction than the usual. Solid. I liked it.
"The Inevitable Flaw" - Mr. Curnott plans and executes the perfect murder when finding his financial fraud will be discovered. But, as is a rule with these things, there is no such thing as "perfect".... Here Wakefield is augmenting (slightly) one of his interests (murder mystery stories) with another (psychic phenomena), giving us the familiar "perfect" murder - much planned - which is undone through two instances of "intuition." An enjoyable read but not much more.
"Frontier Guards" - Lander (himself quite acutely psychic), refuses to let a property he owns because he can tell that it is malignantly haunted by dangerous forces - such that he refuses to enter the place (because being a psychic has taught him NOT to go seeking experiences, unless he HAS to endure them by circumstance, as they are always distressing, and that he himself may be a conduit that strengthens such forces). But Brinton, his friend, REALLY desires to experience a haunting for himself, and convinces Lander to accompany him to the locale for a short time.... This could be seen as a companion/variation on Wakefield's "Blind Man's Bluff" (or "Buff") - working the same idea (and extremely foreshortened story about a haunted locale which is all about the build-up, with a short, punchy ending). Very, very effective.
"Corporal Humpit Of The Fourth Musketeers" - a narrator tells us about a strange city in a strange country that he visited (he doesn't remember how he got there, or how he escaped) where he witnessed a mob beat a individual in a city square, before another bystander explained the circumstances. This is a very strange story which sees Wakefield adopting a style something like bitter absurdist satire, almost Gogol-like, in sketching a deliberately vague, fantastic and symbolic place which commemorates its anti-war stance in extreme ways, and then a specific incident in which the body of decorated soldier is replaced in a memorial with that of a spy and traitor. Interesting.
"The Lazaroid" - and yet again, a different kind of thing (one assumes Wakefield was trying writing in different styles and genres to broaden his markets) - a Wakefield sci-fi story, kinda. In 1980 (!) two scientists develop a machine that will revive the recently dead (although not those dead by violence - like being shot in the head - or natural causes, like old age) and one tests it on himself through self-electrocution and revivification. But when a reporter leaks a certain detail of the experience, societal chaos ensues. This is an interesting idea, poorly deployed. Essentially, it gives us a set-up and conflict as written fiction, but chunks down a huge section of exposition in the middle, and a small one at the end - it almost seems like, in a way, it might have been more honest to write it as a novella or something, and developed the "told not shown" sections. As it is, it's Wakefield musing on the social, spiritual, political and economic impacts of such an invention - but not very well done.
Among the finest practitioners of Jamesian style where malicious ghosts terrify and traumatise mortals, H.R. Wakefield occupies a special spot. That's because of two reasons. Firstly, his stories are usually of rather superior quality in comparison to the benign lot that had flooded the market during the inter-war years. Secondly, despite a rather obvious streak of misogyny his works feature women a lot more than we usually come across in genre fiction of the time. This book, despite being a somewhat mixed-bag, beats a lot of other single-author collections. Also, the editorial inputs put in by the Ash-Tree Press is sublime. Definitely recommended.
Not Wakefield’s best and I’m glad I saved it for (nearly) last. The opening story is not good. It’s a very boring science fiction story. In fact, it’s so boring it actually made me want to read the introduction written by Barbara Roden! I have avoided these like the plague. Every single Wakefield short story collection from Ash-Tree opens with one of her introductions and every single one that I’ve read extremely quickly devolves into hysterical accusations of misogyny.
Did I learn anything about the title story? No. Instead she harps on about his infidelities and such. Wakefield’s men may be “weak, foolish, feckless, profligate, even criminal,” but only his women display “sheer nastiness.” Aren’t you clutching your pearls a little too tightly, Babs? Get a grip. Why on earth is nastiness a worse attribute than criminality? Or stupidity? I bet if the men were nasty and only his women displayed “sheer stupidity” she’d be equally upset.
I won’t speculate on Babs’ motives for any of this. Much. I’ve read a few of her short stories and while they didn’t blow me away, they were okay. Maybe she has a chip on her shoulder and thinks she’d be better known or more widely read but for sex discrimination? Maybe it gives her some kind of thrill diminishing the reputation of someone she considers a political enemy? A charitable view would be to assume she’s discovered something really horrific and genuinely cruel about Wakefield’s treatment of the women in his life, but that would be an assumption very uncharitable to the man himself. I’m here for him not her, after all.
All I know is Roden doesn’t ever even seem the least bit enthusiastic for Wakefield’s stories! Any compliment is backhanded. All I know is, she’s trying to make money by selling books—the life works—of a man but cuts him down whenever she can. Not a sound business plan, that. And these, sadly, are the most affordable copies of his work available. Hopefully nobody has ever been dissuaded from Wakefield because of the dumb, repetitive introductions.
“Imagine a Man in a Box” (1931) ✭ “Mr. Bellows, the Monkey and the Turtle” (1930) ½ “The Central Figure” (1929) ✭½ “The ‘Swimease’” (1931) ✭½ “Day-Dream in Macedon” (1930) ✭✭✭½ “The Sun in Their Eyes” (1931) ✭ “Frontier Guards“ (1929) ✭✭✭✭✭ “The Only Way” (1931) ✭½ “The Lazaroid” (1931) ✭½ “Epilogue by Roger Bantock” (alternate title: “Poison”) (1930) ✭ “Corporal Humpit of the 4th Musketeers” (1930) ✭✭ “The Inevitable Flaw” (1929) ✭✭ “Damp Sheets” (1929) ✭✭✭½