“The science of to-day is the ignorance of to-morrow! Every year some bold guess lights up a truth to which, but the year before, the schoolmen of science were as blinded as moles.”
Young Dr. Allen Fenwick is a staunch believer in the progress of science, as the introductory quotation shows, and has no time for any balderdash, such as Mesmerism, or the idea that there is more to our lives than the interaction of body and mind. In the town where he has settled down as a GP, he soon comes into conflict with an elder colleague of his, whose more metaphysical ideas he lambasts mercilessly, thus driving the sensitive old man into a premature grave. ”Was I inhumanly barbarous because the antagonist destroyed was morbidly sensitive?” is the question Fenwick asks himself, and he is also a trifle uncomfortable because of the malediction the dying man uttered with his last breath.
However, Fenwick cannot ponder long about the effects of his intolerance in medical and scientific matters, even though he feels sorry for his late antagonist, because all of a sudden, he falls in love with Lillian Ashleigh, the daughter of a widow who newly moves into town. Now Lillian may not be the paragon of level-headedness and sensibility that Fenwick actually sought for in a prospective wife, because she has a tendency to dreaming but well, where love goes … Fenwick’s life, however, is further complicated with the arrival of a young, energetic, popular man called Margrave, who wins the hearts – and souls? – of practically everyone. With some exceptions – one being Lillian herself, who nevertheless becomes estranged from her fiancé, the other being Sir Philip Derval, who claims that Margave is somehow implicated in a murder that took place years ago in Aleppo, and that he may be much older than he seems. Matters become even stranger when Sir Philip Derval finds himself implicated in a murder, namely as its victim – and suspicion falls on Fenwick. How can the doctor prove that Margrave has a hand in all this?
A Strange Story, written by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, is not only a strange story, but also a very long one. This is because of the author’s tendency to have his protagonist and other characters engage in lengthy, even footnote-based discussions on metaphysical problems, in which they often say the same things twice, or thrice in new words. Little does it help that Allen Fenwick keeps asking himself the same questions as to the veracity of his theories about Margrave. Last but not least, Bulwer-Lytton also gets entangled in the various strands of his plot, introducing characters that simply drop out of the story a little later and dwelling on events which will prove quite irrelevant to what is going to follow. One must say that the story as such keeps up the reader’s interest, but that in the case of The Strange Story, Bulwer-Lytton’s indulges too freely in his predilection for purple prose – which is actually what I love him for, but here it comes too thick – and high-falutin claptrap, thus unnecessarily slowing down the pace of his tale and tiring out the reader’s patience.