A.M.Burrage (aka Ex-Private X) was one of the better exponents of those atmospheric horror stories of the first half of the twentieth century. His style is smooth and literate, and easy to read. This is a selection of his uncollected stories, and were all first published between 1915 and 1930. Considering they were not the first choices for previous collections, it’s a mixed bag; but I found six of the seventeen to be fine stories indeed, and one, the last one here, perhaps a minor classic!
My personal favourites are:-
‘The Acquittal.’ A man is haunted by the dead wife he murdered.
‘For The Local Rag,’ is a simple, almost non-existent story, but finely told. It tells of a writer on a local paper feeling down after being asked to write a Christmas ghost story of all things! Despite its predictable ending, it’s an engagingly told tale.
‘The Case Of Thissler And Baxter.’ A man has a second wife in a dream-world; it’s a world he enjoys until… Different, and always interesting.
‘The Boy With Red Hair.’ A man is murdered during a robbery, and the only witness is the victim’s nine year old son. The murderer lives in constant fear of being recognised. I liked this. It’s an ideal choice for displaying the smooth flowing nature of Burrage’s writing. It’s a joy to read; packing a lot into only eight pages.
‘The Garden Of Fancy,’ is a fascinating and different story about someone who manages to stumble across a haunted house in real life, a house that he has only previously seen in his dreams. This is far from your typical ghost story. It’s very well written and I’m certainly not giving the end away. It’s an end, which for once in this genre, I didn’t see coming. And I’ve read a few…
And finally we have ‘The Fourth Wall.’ To help with someone’s mental health, his wife, her brother and sister, and a friend spend a few days in a country cottage. At times, they all experience an odd sensation of being on a stage, as if being watched. Burrage is masterly at creating these feelings of strangeness. This is my favourite story here. My one criticism with it though is the criticism I often drone on about regards many ghost stories, the apparent need many writers feel for the obligatory crystal clear explanation for events. I wish more writers would take the Robert Aickman route – not bother at all, or only hint at it. Still, this is a very fine story in the ghostly genre. There was one unintentionally funny moment which made me laugh. To supposedly reassure and set the minds of the others at ease, a character gives as his excuse for appearing so ghastly after an encounter, ‘I was only the victim of a heart attack.’ By gosh, they were tough characters in them days!
A longish introduction by the person who selected the stories, Jack Adrian, gives a good account of Burrage’s career.