1 A Canterbury Tale
On the late afternoon of Thursday, 10 January 1895, sitting by the fire in the drawing room of the âgrand oldâ country residence of the Archbishop of Canterbury Edward White Benson at Addington Place, near Croydon, South London, the novelist Henry James was told a ghost story.4 He was feeling depressed about the fate of his play Guy Domville, which had had a humiliating first night at the St James Theatre. The two men, author and archbishop, had been lamenting the fact that âthe good, the really effective and heart-shaking ghost stories appeared all to have been toldâ. True, there was the ânew typeâ of story, the ââpsychicalâ caseâ as Henry James put it, âwashed clean of all queerness as by exposure to a flowing laboratory tapâ, but this showed little promise as literature. The more the story was given respectability by psychical researchers, âthe less it seemed of a nature to raise the dear old sacred terrorâ. At this point in the conversation, the Archishop recalled â âin the spirit of recreationâ â a story which had made a deep impression on him as a young man, many years before, when heâd heard it from a lady to whom âit had been reportedâ. The story was garbled and disjointed, the shadow of a shadow â âmy friendâs old converser had lost the threadâ â the Archbishop had forgotten some of the details, and it was told at third hand, but to Henry James that made it all the more appealing. As listener, he could fill in the many gaps with his âunbridled imaginationâ, and reflect on whose voice to trust. Two days later, he wrote in his private notebook:
Note here the ghost story told me at Addington ⊠the mere vague, undetailed, faint sketch of it â being all he had been told (very badly and imperfectly) by a lady who had no art of relation, and no clearness: the story of the young children (indefinite number and age) left to the care of servants in an old country-house, through the death, presumably, of parents. The servants, wicked and depraved, corrupt and deprave the children; the children are bad, full of evil, to a sinister degree. The servants die (the story vague about the way of it) and their apparitions, figures, return to haunt the house and children, to whom they seem to beckon, whom they invite and solicit, from across dangerous places, the deep ditch of a sunk fence, etc. â so that the children may destroy themselves, lose themselves, by responding, by getting into their power. So long as the children are kept from them, they are not lost; but they try and try and try, these evil presences, to get hold of them. It is a question of the children âcoming over to where they areâ. It is all obscure and imperfect, the picture, the story, but there is a suggestion of strangely gruesome effect in it. The story is to be told â tolerably obviously â by an outside spectator, observer.
Archbishop Benson giving Henry James the original idea for âThe Turn of the Screwâ, from a drawing by Max Beerbohm (© National Trust/Charles Thomas)
Ever since Henry Jamesâs Notebooks were first published in 1947, commentators have been searching for the origin of this mysterious story, or half a story. Some have suggested that it was just as likely that James was inspired to write his own ghost story by articles in Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research â with which his brother William was closely associated at the time. Others that the Canterbury tale must be lost in the mists of time. Others still that the tale was a cover for the authorâs own inventiveness â and that he was slightly ashamed of creating his own ghost story from scratch, especially one about the corruption of children. The novelist E. F. Benson, the Archbishopâs son, could not remember his father ever telling it â which may have been because he was thought to be too young and impressionable. But in 2010, in his study A Natural History of Ghosts, Roger Clarke made the plausible suggestion that it originated with the haunting of a remote Tudor manor-house at Hinton Ampner in Hampshire, in the early 1770s.5 This haunting took the form â among other manifestations â of knocking at the doors, the recurring sound of a womanâs silk dress in the corridor and lobby outside the nursery, heavy footsteps, the sighting of a man in a âdrab coloured suitâ prowling outside and at the window â a man who resembled the late Lordâs dishonest steward (or butler) â a loud murmuring, and someone, presumed to be a woman, trying to push open the nursery door. The tenant of the house, Mrs Mary Ricketts â whose husband was often away on business in Jamaica, leaving her in charge of a complicated household â put up with all this for six years of interrupted sleep, then moved the family out. The manor-house was demolished in 1793. Everyone there claimed to have heard the sounds, and some to have glimpsed the two apparitions â though not everyone had seen or heard the same things â except Mary Rickettsâs three children, all under ten, two boys and a girl. They said they had seen and heard nothing, and had no idea what their mother was experiencing. She saw it as her prime duty to protect them â from whatever or whoever was haunting the entrance of the nursery. Eventually, Mrs Ricketts carefully wrote down as many of the details as she could remember, for the private benefit of her children and grandchildren. She also confided in various friends, senior figures in the Anglican Church with whom she was close at the time. An edited version of the Hinton Ampner documents found its way into the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research of April 1893: the commentary concluded that the apparition at the window did indeed seem to be that of a dead, dishonest servant. So by January 1895, the story had become a âpsychical caseâ as well as being a strangely gruesome yarn, and there were various routes by which it could have reached Archbishop Benson in garbled form.
Henry James revisited the Canterbury tale some two and a half years after he first heard it. As he later recalled, he had been âasked for something seasonable by the promoters of a periodical dealing in the time-honoured Christmas-tide toy [and] bethought myself at once of the vividest little note for sinister romance that I had ever jotted downâ.6 The periodical in question, Collierâs, had a new editor, and was keen to reverse falling sales by commissioning well-known writers. The âsinister romanceâ was still on Henry Jamesâs mind, ready to be âwrought ⊠into fantastic fictionâ. What had particularly fascinated him about it, to judge by his Notebook, was why the apparitions of the wicked and depraved servants wanted to âget hold ofâ the children âfrom across dangerous placesâ. What might really have been going on? The Turn of the Screw was first published as a twelve-part serial in the American Collierâs Weekly (27 Januaryâ16 April 1898), then in slightly revised book form in The Two Magics (October 1898), along with another novella called Covering End. As Henry James was to recall:
it is a piece of ingenuity pure and simple, of cold artistic calculation, an amusette [piece of childâs play] to catch those not easily caught (the âfunâ of the capture of the merely witless being ever so small), the jaded, the disillusioned, the fastidious.
Literary critics, who are indeed on the whole ânot easily caughtâ, have been arguing about the meaning and purpose of The Turn of the Screw, and its place in Henry Jamesâs oeuvre, ever since it first appeared. Precision was never his purpose. It, too, opens on a storytelling session on a Thursday night, round a fire in an old house in winter â this time on Christmas Eve.7 Someone has related to the assembled company a story about a ghost that appears to a little boy. âIf the child gives the effect another turn of the screw,â asks a man called Douglas (we donât know if it is his first or surname), âwhat do you say to two children?â/âWe say of course that two children give two turns. Also that we want to hear about them.â Douglas reads the story from a manuscript bound in faded red (he will not trust his memory), written by his sisterâs governess, a woman âawfully clever and niceâ â the youngest of several daughters of a country parson from a âpoor scant houseâ in Hampshire â who has been dead for twenty years. The manuscript recalls events that she claimed happened to her long before, when she was twenty. Douglas was clearly attracted to her, even though she was ten years his senior. The Turn of the Screw is written from a transcript of the manuscript made by the narrator (of uncertain gender) much later. This elaborate explanation takes up the whole of the first instalment, a third-hand narrative based on memories from around forty years earlier: âThe shadow of a shadowâ â a phrase that reappears in the story.
So the standard âdiscovered manuscriptâ prologue to a Christmas ghost story becomes, in Henry Jamesâs version, an essay on the nature of authorship, on the point of view of the writer and the narrator, and indeed of the story itself. Does the story tell us as much about the narrator as about anything else? The prologue also makes clear that after the events described in the manuscript, the nameless governess became âthe most agreeable woman Iâve ever known in her position; sheâd have been worthy of any whateverâ. And yet, at the time, she had convinced herself that the two children at Bly in Essex â Flora aged eight, and Miles aged âscarce tenâ â were being possessed by the evil spirits of the dead valet and the previous governess. Curiouser and curiouser.
2 Ghosts and Critics
The publication of The Turn of the Screw led to strong reactions. Early reviews treated it as a straightforward Christmas ghost story, with a repulsive though not gross theme, redeemed by Henry Jamesâs polite and graceful prose style: âthat art of suggestionâ, said The New York Times, âwhich Mr James has employed before so fantastically that it has been more irritating than a flood of words could be, here plays its part with consummate effectâ.8 Instead of observing the drama at armâs length, said others, the reader became subtly enmeshed in it. This story was in a different league to those vulgar ghost stories âwith sudden shocks, with clanking chains and veiled ladies in white, and clammy atmospheresâ. It was a âspiritual adventureâ, âprofoundly ethicalâ about âthe problem of evilâ and âspiritual defilementâ, illustrating âa profound moral lawâ. Henry James had succeeded against the odds in making it even seem sadly beautiful:
He creates the atmosphere of the tale with those slow, deliberate phrases which seem fitted only to differentiate the odours of rare flames. Seldom does he make a direct assertion, but qualifies and negatives and double negatives, and then throws in a handful of adverbs, until the image floats away upon a verbal smoke.
Others, while admiring the literary style â and the welcome lack of precision â were put off by the theme: the possession of two angelic children by evil spirits who want to relive their sensual relationship through the children. James âis by no means a safe author to give for a Christmas giftâ, said Ainslieâs Magazine; while The Bookman added, âwe have never read a more sickening, a more gratuitously melancholy taleâ. Also, it was felt by some that the elaborate portico of the story, the prologue, was âneedlessly awkwardâ. The Independent saw The Turn of the Screw as âan outrage upon the holiest and sweetest fountain of human innocenceâ, a nasty insult to the âpure and trusting nature of childrenâ.
But the consensus was that, like it or not, this story âdoes indeed give an extra âturn of the screwâ beyond anything of the sort that fiction has yet providedâ. And that Henry James was likely â at last â to reach a popular American readership. Many made a point of differentiating the novella from âthe ordinary ghost storyâ.
Virginia Woolf, writing in December 1921, agreed: âHenry Jamesâs ghosts have nothing in common with the violent old ghosts ⊠They have their origin within us.â She, of course, would not be seen dead reading the more vulgar, brash type of story:
Perhaps it is the silence that first impresses us. Everything at Bly is so profoundly quiet. The twitter of birds at dawn, the far-away cries of children, faint footsteps in the distance stir it but leave it unbroken ⊠it makes us strangely apprehensive of noise ⊠That courtly, worldly, sentimental old gentleman can still make us afraid of the dark.
Oddly, M. R. James â writer of classic Edwardian ghost stories in scholarly settings, the template for the popular modern genre â was not a fan of The Turn of the Screw. He, like Henry James, preferred âreticenceâ to âblatancyâ, and distanced himself from the reports published by earnest psychical researchers, preferring âthe literary ghostâ; and although he usually described the physical manifestations of haunting in his stories (fabric, hair, teeth, arms), spiced with many Gothic adjectives, he, too, preferred to leave âa loophole for natural explanationsâ. And he saw ghost stories as tales about the past in the present. But he had no time at all for sex in ghost stories (âa fatal mistake ⊠sex is tiresome enough in the novels, in a ghost story ⊠I have no patience with itâ). This might explain why, in M. R. Jamesâs best-known Some Remarks on Ghost Stories (The Bookman, December 1929), although he praised all the authors he admired (Scott, Dickens, Le Fanu, E. F. Benson), he failed to include Henry James on the list, or even to mention his name. Instead, he concluded his Remarks by writing, tersely: âI will only ask the reader to believe that, though I have not hitherto mentioned it, I have read The Turn of the Screw.â And that was that.
Henry James himself, in response to letters about his novella, on three occasions referred to it rather defensively as a âpot-boilerâ and a âjeu dâespritâ. But then again, in an aside made some eight years later, he wrote that the pot-boiler could represent âin the lives of all artists, some of the most beautiful things ever done by themâ. In reply to a Dr Waldstein, author of The Subconscious Self (1897), who had interpreted The Turn as âsuggestive and significantâ in its presentation of âthings ⊠fantasticâ, he wrote:
I can only rather blush to see real substance read into them ⊠But, of course, where there is life, thereâs truth, and the truth was at the back of my head ⊠my bogey-tale dealt with things so hideous that I felt that to save it at all it needed some infusion of beauty or prettiness.
F. W. H. Myers, a founder member of the Society for Psychical Research, evidently sought some clarification from the author about the contact between the children and the apparitions â as if The Turn was âa psychical caseâ, maybe. James elegantly evaded the question, while flattering ...