In August, Sarob Press announced Sacred and Profane,
a new collection of seven supernatural stories by Peter Bell, and in September
the Swan River Press published a paperback edition of his 2012 collection Strange Epiphanies.
We’re pleased to present an interview with Peter about his
work.
Q Do you think your background as a historian influences
the themes of your stories? For example, do you see the hauntings in your
fiction as metaphors for the way history continues to resonate?
Inevitably as a historian many of my stories draw on a deep
fund of historical knowledge and understanding; but it is very much on an
instinctive or subconscious level, rather than due to an intention to write a
‘historical’ tale―as M.R. James likewise employed his antiquarian erudition.
Moreover, I see my historical expertise as part of a wider spectrum, embracing
folklore, literature, culture and general knowledge. A historian’s skills
however―researching and interpreting a complexity of fact and opinion―are
crucial.
In Sacred & Profane empathy with the cruel events
of Irish history infuses ‘Lullaby’, but it is equally a tale about ‘second
sight’, omens and legends, as well as being an account of an ancient shrine I
visited, hidden away in the Blue Stack mountains of County Donegal. ‘The
Strange Death of Sophie van der Wielen’ addresses the most notorious atrocity
of the last century, but its motive force is broader: a quest into the ancient,
violent heartland of Europe, land of the vampire, a meditation on the
persistence of evil―thus an exploration of the book’s central theme: the
dubious boundary between sacred and profane. Stephanie, in ‘Stigmata’, is
haunted by echoes of the Albigensian Crusade, but the story has broader
relevance as a fantasia upon religious angst and her crisis of faith, with an
ending that can be seen as serendipitous or ironic. In ‘The Ice House’
historically authentic cruelty and moral bigotry are apprehended through
psychic phenomena. Indeed, most of the best stories in the supernatural canon
are about the shadow of the past menacing the present, and I work myself within
that accommodating framework.
One thing I have learned from History is that there is no
such thing as absolute truth, only different versions, mediated through layers
of fragmentary, erroneous, tendentious or otherwise unreliable narrative. The
‘unreliable narrator’ is, of course, a constant of fiction. In my story
‘Haunted’ the personal history of its tragic heroine, Virginia, cannot be
ascertained, even in her own mind: the narrative moves through a series of
potentially defective accounts: her friend, narrator Pauline’s testament; a
mother’s gossip; news reports of varying credibility and veracity; the local
history booklet’s fusion of fact and fable; the man who invents his own urban
legend; Virginia’s incomplete, half-remembered or misremembered, account of her
experiences; the speculative hearsay relayed by a third party; and the
inconclusive verdict on Virginia’s fate. ‘Haunted’ can equally be interpreted
as a ghost story or as a tale of psychological trauma. Structurally, I was
influenced by the novels of Phyllis Paul, especially Twice Lost, wherein
the same pattern of evidence can furnish several, mutually inconsistent,
‘explanations’. This kind of ambiguity permeates many a historical controversy.
Truth is subjective, not objective.
Q Many of your stories are notable for a strong sense of
place. Do you find that particular places seem, when you encounter them, to
call out for a story?
Genius loci is central to my stories, typically arising from
a landscape seeming to invite a weird tale, not so much its physical reality as
its mood. This also encompasses internal space, like the church in ‘The Shadow
of the Cross’―encountered one stifling day last year in the Yorkshire Wolds―or
the abbey in ‘The Ice House’, which I visited one chilly day on a university
‘away-day’. The church in ‘Strange Death’ was partly inspired by an uncannily
vivid dream, in which I witnessed an Orthodox service in all its panoply: years
later, entering such a church in Germany, the interior, disconcertingly,
replicated my dream! An eerie sense of
place underlies ‘Haunted’ where a mysterious ‘unadopted road’, beside a
Liverpool park used to fill me with a strange disquiet. ‘A Wee Dram for the
Road’ evokes the moors of Aberdeenshire, depopulated by the hunting estates,
grimly inhospitable in winter, where a friend ran aground as described―fortunately
finding rescue amid more worldly Highland hospitality!
A few of my tales are set in places I have never been: the
Pyrenees in ‘Stigmata’; Eastern Europe in ‘Strange Death’. And in my first
book, Strange Epiphanies (now reprinted in paperback by Swan River
Press): the Italian Apennines in ‘The Light of the World’; and Transylvania in
‘A Midsummer Ramble in the Carpathians’. By extrapolation from more familiar
landscapes, and some basic research, my imagination is left free to extemporise
and complete the picture.
Certainly, I would testify to a nuance of the uncanny in
some places. In Strange Epiphanies I have a story ‘M.E.F’ based on a true
tragedy, which I was inspired to fictionalise as a result of a strange
atmosphere possessing me while searching the wild moors of Iona. Many a writer
and traveller have recorded similar. Level-headed John Buchan recounts in his
memoirs how he fled in inexplicable panic from a woodland in Bavaria; intrepid
nature writer, Roger Deakin, tells of shunning a deserted church in the
Ukraine, similarly menacing. Such is the essence of Pan, a myth much to do with
genius loci..
Q Your stories also draw convincingly on genuine folk
traditions, still surviving in modern times. What role do you think such
traditions still have – what need do they meet?
Folklore affords a rich treasury of ideas for supernatural
fiction, as numerous authors display, like Machen and Blackwood. Folklore is
important for me, infiltrating many of my stories. Hebridean and Celtic lore
fascinate me: the fearful ‘Washer at the Ford’ and the eerie ‘Selkie’ legend
infuse a favourite tale ‘An American Writer’s Cottage’ in Strange Epiphanies.
And the setting for this story was critical: a remote cottage on a private
island in western Scotland that had its own strange atmosphere, which demanded
a tale. Indeed, folklore cannot be divorced from a sense of place. Nor from the
historical context. After all, what is folklore but the oral record of a more
‘primitive’ community? It should not be sniffed at indulgently as mere ‘fairy
tales’ as if its originators were childish or stupid. And there are many
aspects of folklore still respected in the Celtic fringes, which even if
regarded as metaphor, hold enduring significance. There is much sense in the
‘old wives’ tales’. Folklore has always been a way of apprehending a world
which―despite the conceit of our
contemporary era―is, in Machen’s phrase, ‘still all mystery’.