ONE
Revolution
Origins
William Godwin wrote the above words in 1795, a year after publishing what today we would call his âbreakthrough novelâ. His story explored the unravelling of a crime.
Despite what he claimed, Godwin was far from humble. Contrary by nature, heâd spent four years as a dissenting minister before his thirst for argument led him into radical politics. A friend of Thomas Paine, one of the USâs founding fathers, he was an anarchist inspired by the French Revolution, although even he had begun to wonder by this point if the enthusiastic guillotining of the rich and powerful was getting out of hand.
Ten years as an author had left Godwin disillusioned: âEverything I wrote fell dead-born from the press.â He craved âthe undoubted stamp of originalityâ, and so came up with the idea of âa book ⌠that should in some way be distinguished by a very powerful interest ⌠a series of adventures of flight and pursuit; the fugitive in perpetual apprehension of being overwhelmed by the worst calamitiesâ. The result was the first thriller about a manhunt, and the literary ancestor of chase novels from John Buchanâs The Thirty-Nine Steps, published during the First World War, to Frederick Forsythâs The Day of the Jackal (1971) and Lee Child thrillers such as A Wanted Man (2012).
To make readers care about his protagonistâs fate, Godwin made him play for high stakes. He devised âa secret murder, to the investigation of which the innocent victim should be impelled by an unconquerable spirit of curiosity. The murderer would thus have a sufficient motive to persecute the unhappy discoverer, that he might deprive him of peace, character, and credit, and have him for ever in his power.â
Godwin had invented a storytelling method that many detective novelists would later adopt. He constructed his plot by working backwards. Recalling the process in 1832, he said that he only wrote âwhen the afflatus was upon meâ. This is seldom a recipe for success. Most writers find the afflatus, or divine inspiration, as elusive as any fugitive on the run. He finished the book in a year, mostly writing in âa state of high excitementâ.
Godwin paid close attention to point of view, abandoning early pages written in the third person in favour of the immediacy of first-person narration. Some authors, fearful of subconscious influences and accusations of plagiarism, avoid reading books relevant to their own work while they are writing. Godwin had no such qualms.
He pored over the Newgate Calendar, with its vivid and highly popular if lavishly embellished accounts of actual crimes. The gaol breaks and use of disguise in his story drew on the criminal career of Jack Sheppard, while Dick Turpinâs gang of highwaymen provided a template for Godwinâs band of outlaws. Another influence was the folk tale of Bluebeard, which had roots in stories about murderers such as the fifteenth-century Breton serial killer Gilles de Rais. For Godwin: âFalkland was my Bluebeard ⌠Caleb Williams ⌠persisted in his attempt to discover the forbidden secret.â
In April 1794, he completed work on his âmighty trifleâ, but doubts of a kind familiar to most authors assailed him: âHow terribly unequal does it appear to me ⌠What had I done? Written a book to amuse boys and girls in their vacant hours, a story to be hastily gobbled up by them, swallowed in a pusillanimous and unanimated mood.â
Godwin gave his book the soporific title Things As They Are, but almost forty years after first publication, it had become known by the subtitle The Adventures of Caleb Williams. Heâd finally realised that the appeal of his novel lay in his heroâs quest for truth, rather than in the political prejudices that drove him to write it.
Godwin set out to present âa general review of the modes of domestic and unrecorded despotism by which man becomes the destroyer of manâ, and his explanatory preface so alarmed booksellers that it was withdrawn. Publication coincided with the suspension of habeas corpus by William Pitt the Youngerâs government, allowing arrest or imprisonment on âsuspicionâ, without charges or a trial. A reviewer in the pro-establishment British Critic said that Godwinâs book provided âa striking example of the evil use that can be made of considerable talentsâ.
In Godwinâs story, young Caleb Williams becomes secretary to an amiable country squire, Falkland, who had previously been acquitted of the murder of an obnoxious neighbour called Barnabas Tyrell. Two other men were hanged for the crime, but Caleb suspects that Falkland has something to hide. As a result of his amateur sleuthing, he is dismissed, thrown into prison, and then pursued by Falkland and his brutal henchman, Gines. Having framed others for his crime, Falkland is belatedly assailed by a guilty conscience. For Godwin, the real culprit is the society that bred his behaviour.
Falklandâs virtues make him a forerunner of the âleast likely suspectâ, so often revealed as the murderer in later whodunits. Godwin had stumbled on the question asked by writers of detective fiction and psychological suspense ever since: whom can I trust?
Caleb Williams sold well. The playwright Richard Brinsley Sheridan oversaw a stage-musical version, written by George Colman and with songs by Stephen Storace, retitled The Iron Chest in an attempt to evade censorship. A generation after the bookâs first appearance, William Hazlitt, essayist and critic, claimed that âno one that ever read it could possibly forget itâ, but present-day crime fans may struggle to wade through Godwinâs muddy prose. P. D. James described the book in her memoirs as âunreadableâ.
Julian Symons argued plausibly that the book was the first to strike âthe characteristic note of crime literatureâ, but was on shakier ground when he claimed that the bookâs âparticular importance ⌠is that it denies all the assertions to be made later through the detective story. In the detective story, the rule of law is justified as an absolute good, in Godwinâs book it is seen as wholly evil.â If one reads between the lines of the best detective stories, their attitudes towards law and justice are often more subversive than Symons and other critics realised.
William Godwin was an unlikely crime novelist. Born in 1756 in Wisbech, Cambridgeshire, scarcely a hot-bed of murder and mayhem, or indeed revolutionary fervour, he was educated in London prior to becoming a minister. An armchair revolutionary, his attitudes and behaviour were mired in contradictions. Godwin was a religious man who became an atheist, a preacher about economics who was hopeless with money, and an advocate of female independence who was enraged when his daughter ran off with a poet.
Godwin met Mary Wollstonecraft at a dinner given by his publisher for Thomas Paine. She departed for France, and had a relationship with an American businessman by whom she had a daughter. After the father of her child deserted her, she returned to England, and renewed her acquaintance with Godwin. The couple married and Mary gave birth to a second daughter, also called Mary, on 30 August 1797, but died ten days later.
Grief-stricken, Godwin wrote Memoirs of the Author of a Vindication of the Rights of Woman (Mary had published her early polemic of feminist theory five years before her death), but his honesty was counter-productive. Too many people saw Mary as a fallen woman, rather than a shining example of intellectual feminism. In 1801, he married again. His second wife was a publisher of juvenile fiction, and before long the couple were bringing up five children, and battling to stave off financial disaster.
Help arrived in the improbable form of young Percy Bysshe Shelley. He introduced himself to Godwin, and, despite his own lack of money, borrowed on the strength of an expected inheritance to help pay off the older manâs debts. Shelley was married, but became infatuated with young Mary; when she was sixteen, they eloped to France. Godwin disapproved, although the death of Shelleyâs wife enabled the couple to marry. But Mary later dedicated her novel Frankenstein to her father; and Godwin also became her literary agent, though declined to help with her novella Matilda, perhaps because its subject was fatherâdaughter incest. It remained unpublished until 1959.
A few years on from publication, Caleb Williams inspired the American magazine editor and novelist Charles Brockden Brown to write Arthur Mervyn, published in two parts in 1799 and 1800. Again the story concerned a young manâs misadventures as he tries to discover the truth about a concealed murder; the emphasis is on suspense rather than detection.
An English melodrama, Pelham (1828), by Edward Bulwer-Lytton, also contains elements reminiscent of Caleb Williams, but stripped of the political agenda. A real-life murderer, John Thurtell, influenced the portrayal of Thornton, the fictional killer. And Bulwer-Lyttonâs best-known novel, Eugene Aram (1832), centred on an eighteenth-century murder that Godwin had once contemplated fictionalising.
Godwin kept writing, but became an early example of publishingâs eternal realities: todayâs hot property is tomorrowâs has-been. By the time he died in 1836, according to his biographer Peter Marshall, âhe was virtually unknown except to a small coterie of intellectualsâ. His finances remained in a parlous state. And three years before his death, this scourge of societyâs parasites solicited the sinecure of Office Keeper and Yeoman-Usher of the Receipt of the Exchequer. A proposal to abolish the post prompted the old anarchist to beg the new Tory Prime Minister, Robert Peel, to allow him to stay on the gravy train. Peel agreed, citing a âgrateful Recollection of the Pleasureâ heâd taken in Godwinâs writings.
In his strengths and weaknesses, his passions and his hypocrisies, Godwin was all too human. His career, as with so many later crime novelists, had more troughs than peaks. But, with Caleb Williams, he sparked a literary revolution.
How deep are the roots of the mystery story? Literature about crime dates back to the tale of Cain and Abel, while Oedipus Rex is a dark domestic psychodrama. Some believe that, if William Shakespeare were alive today, heâd be earning a crust as a crime writer, and Macbeth is indeed occasionally described as a âpsychological thrillerâ. Modern crime fiction, however, is far removed from the ancient riddles and accounts of murder and mayhem, whether in the West or in the venerable Chinese court-case (gongâan) stories, which are occasionally seen as prefiguring the modern genre.
Dorothy L. Sayers, whose critical insights were as influential in the first half of the twentieth century as Julian Symonsâ in the second half, made a valiant effort to identify the first four detective stories as ancient classics, two from the Apocrypha of the early Christian Church, one Greek, and one Roman. She argued that the biblical tale of Susanna and the Elders dealt with âanalysis of testimonyâ, while, in Bel and the Dragon, also part of the extended Book of Daniel, âthe science of deduction from material clues, in the popular Scotland Yard manner, is reduced to its simplest expressionâ. The story of Egyptian King Rhampsinitus, meanwhile, as told in Herodotus, concerned âpsychological detectionâ, and that of Hercules and Cacus in the Aeneid âfabrication of false cluesâ. But as Symons pointed out, these four stories focus on ânatural cunning rather than detective skillâ. The various tricks in The Arabian Nights, and in Chaucerâs âThe Nunâs Priestâs Taleâ, are equally remote from the detective story.
In the first half of the seventeenth century, John Reynoldsâ The Triumph of Godâs Revenge against the Crying and Execrable Sinne of (Willful and Premeditated) Murther enjoyed enormous popularity. As the American scholar Douglas G. Greene has pointed out, it comprised âstories of murder that in later times would have been investigated by detectives and tried in the courts, but the theme ⌠was that God will punish murderersâ.
Change came with the Enlightenment. Daniel Defoe, best remembered for Robinson Crusoe (1719), wrote what would now be called âtrue crimeâ, including a pamphlet about the infamous aforementioned Jack Sheppard, thief and prison escapee, as well as fiction. Roxana (1724), with elements of pursuit and the threat of murder, anticipates the crime novel, although Defoeâs main concern is to make a moral point. Reginald Hill, a leading British detective novelist, argued that âDefoe is not a crime writer in the modern sense, but as a writer on criminal matters, his importance and influence cannot be overstressed.â
In Voltaireâs Zadig (1747), the title character makes brilliant deductions from physical evidence, almost in the manner of a Great Detective. This reflects, Greene argues, âthe assumption of the Enlightenment that humans can find answers through reason.â It was no longer enough to wait for God.
Published in the same year as Caleb Williams, Ann Radcliffeâs The Mysteries of Udolpho is a Gothic tale in which the villainous Montoni seeks to deprive Emily St Aubert of her inheritance. Thirty years earlier, Horace Walpole had produced The Castle of Otranto: A Gothic Story, set in medieval Sicily, and his lurid thriller prompted Radcliffe and others to purs...