Showing posts with label Donald Weeks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Donald Weeks. Show all posts

Thursday, June 5, 2025

Corvo's Icicle: A Guest Post by Fogus

Of particular interest among the items in the “Frederick W. Rolfe, Baron Corvo Collection” at Georgetown University are a pile of letters in which Corvo fanatic Donald Weeks describes his adventures in the U.K., engaging in research for the biography Corvo (1971) and hunting for ephemera related to the Baron. While skimming the letters, I happened upon a fascinating claim by Weeks in a letter to “Stan & Joan” dated October 25, 1970: ‘An inventor, Rolfe may have “invented” the disappearing murder weapon in the form of the icicle (Toto story, 1898-9).’

Although I can’t recall ever reading a story using a melting murder weapon, I’m familiar with the plot device, having first encountered it many years ago in the Colombo episode “The Most Crucial Game." I was astonished at the prospect that the device may have originated with Corvo, and so I decided to go on a hunt to prove it.

I found an early lead in an appendix entry in Weeks’ aforementioned biography. Weeks mentions the Baron’s use of the device in the Toto story “About Our Lady of Dreams” published in the collection, In His Own Image (1901). Julian Symons notes in the same entry that the earliest use of the plot device that he knew of was published 10-years later in Anna Katherine Green’s locked-room mystery Initials Only (1911). Indeed, Green’s novel is generally credited with utilizing the first instance of the icicle weapon, specifically in the form of an exceedingly impractical bullet.

By contrast, Corvo’s icicle was the cause of the mysterious death of the butcher-boy Aristide via stabbing under a secluded cliff summit. In the story, Aristide’s friend Diodato, charged with murder, was eventually exonerated thanks to an angelic dream vision visited on Frat’ Innocente-of-the-Nine-Quires. It’s unknown if Ms. Green had read the Toto story before writing her novel and thus impossible to determine if she found any inspiration there. Therefore, I determined that another angle of attack in my quest was needed to determine if there were any earlier icicle uses than Corvo’s.

I’d be a liar if I said that the prospect of finding an earlier example in the infinity of literature prior to 1901 didn’t intimidate me. However, there was one potential investigative trail immediately available. As I mentioned earlier, Julian Symons mentioned Green’s novel in the Corvo endnote, but he closed with an interesting aside: ‘The actual use of an icicle has been attributed to the Medici’.

This seemed like a promising path for progress as the Medici factored prominently in Corvo’s book Chronicles of the House of Borgia (1901). Alas, I couldn’t find a single mention of icicles there at all, and even tracing a significant portion of the reference material listed in the first edition proved fruitless. That said, there are dozens of references that I was unable to gain access to, so there’s a possibility that the Medici icicle simply awaits future discovery. Despite this possibility, the path forward appeared daunting indeed.

However, in my explorations I came across a story of the son of a parish clerk of Brampton in Devon who died from a wound inflicted by an icicle that fell from the local tower in 1776. The epitaph to the child reads:

Bless my i.i.i.i.i.i.

Here he lies

In a sad pickle

Kill’d by icicle

Did Corvo know of this epitaph? Was this the inspiration for his Toto story? These are unanswerable questions of course, and so I found myself back at the beginning. However, during my work as a programming language designer I’ve found value in a powerful technique for problem solving – reframing the question. I determined that it was too much to try and trace the vague idea of “mysterious death by icicle” and instead convinced myself that it would suffice to place the Baron’s use in a historical context instead.

Reframing the problem led me to John Dickson Carr’s famous locked-room mystery novel The Hollow Man (1935). Carr wrote many locked room mysteries in his time, but The Hollow Man is arguably the preeminent example of its kind. The novel itself contains a metanarrative element in which the investigator Dr. Gideon Fell holds a “locked room lecture” enumerating the classes and their instantiations of locked-room murders. In the lecture, Fell outlines two main branches of locked-room murder: one, no murder was in the room;  two, murder was in the room.

Like much of the historical analysis around locked-room mysteries, I’ll play fast and loose with the term “room” and liken it to the solitude of an icy summit. The primary type of “no murder” described by Fell are ‘a series of coincidences ending in an accident which looks like a murder.’ Interestingly, Fell outlines particular literary instances of death involving icicles, but they all involved either suicide or murder. Therefore, I think that Corvo’s Toto plot fits nicely into Fell’s accidental death category and occupies a unique niche within it.

I was happy to claim a small victory, but I’m not one for half-measures. Therefore, I decided to read the rest of the “locked room lecture” to see if I could gain more insight into avenues for further exploration. Imagine my surprise when I soon came across an aside on icicles by Fell: ‘To continue with regard to the icicle; its actual use has been attributed to the Medici.’

It was at that moment that the boulder of my free time again slipped from my grasp and rolled back down the proverbial hill. It dawned on me that perhaps trying to trace the lineage of literary firsts was a futile effort and I now consider myself fortunate that I managed to stumble on a fixpoint. Truly, doing so allowed me to take a step back and accept the fact that although I’d like to think that there are deep and finite connections to find, I’m now of the mind that perhaps ideas are hanging in the aether, waiting to embed themselves into the skulls of unsuspecting authors passing underneath.

(Fogus)

  

 

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Meeting Corvo and Weeks in Georgetown: A Guest Post by Fogus

  

Frederick William Serafino Austin Lewis Mary Rolfe, better known as Frederick Rolfe, or better yet still Baron Corvo, was a British writer, artist, photographer, and eccentric. Born in London in 1860 and passing away in Venice in 1913, he's discussed more frequently for his flamboyant lifestyle and often outrageous behavior than for his literary works. However, his undeniable talent as a writer continues to captivate readers. His flamboyance alone, nor even the strength of his writing, could fully explain the century-long fascination by a "Corvo Cult" with the minutest details of his life and works. This fascination, explored in depth by Robert Scoble in The Corvo Cult (2014), has attracted many intriguing figures, but few of them pursued their quests for the Corvine as obsessively as Donald Weeks (1921–2003).

Weeks penned the biography Corvo: Saint or Madman? (1972), an exasperating read in my experience. Donald Weeks (né Norman Donald Jankens) was also a writer and artist who worked in graphic design, and lived the first part of his life in Detroit, Michigan, before eventually moving to London to live out his final days as a researcher for Gale Publishing, eclectic writer for The Tragara Press, and bibliophile. Like many before and after him, Weeks' obsession with Rolfe germinated from a read of A.J.A. Symons' seminal experiment in biography, The Quest for Corvo (1934).

Recently, I had the good fortune to examine the “Frederick W. Rolfe, Baron Corvo Collection” (Identifier: GTM-141102.1) held in the Georgetown University Booth Family Center for Special Collections located in Washington, DC. The collection included 4 document cases filled with various photographs, drawings, letters, and ephemera related almost entirely to Baron Corvo collected by Donald Weeks. Although Georgetown doesn't hold Weeks' entire collection related to Baron Corvo, the cases available offer a fascinating exhibit of a life-long obsession. Myself a bibliophile, I was immediately struck by the 2-page typewritten inventory that Weeks created, indexed by "Woolf numbers" — the entry numbers in Cecil Woolf's A Bibliography of Frederick Rolfe, of which I have the 2nd edition published in the Soho Bibliographies series (1972). It's unclear when Weeks created the inventory, but his collection continued to grow beyond the confines of the typewritten page onto a further 2-pages of hand-written items. While the collection at Georgetown held a few of the items listed in the inventory, a bulk of the material is ephemera related to various Corvine functions and Weeks' own correspondence to friends and family regarding his quests.

I'll avoid going into exquisite detail about the contents of the collection in this post, but will instead briefly describe a couple items of particular interest. First, the collection contained an announcement and order form dated in 1967 for a Victim Press publication entitled Corvo's Venice by Victor Hall, having an introduction by Timothy d'Arch Smith, priced at $6 plus $0.25 postage. The marketing copy states that the book had three parts: a sequence of captioned prints, or sketches from photographs by Corvo of Venice, followed by a reprinting of the prose piece "Venetian Courtesy", and concluded by 16 photographs of Corvo's place of death in October 1913 and relevant environs near the Palazo Marcello, Venice. 
 
 

I was unable to find much information about this publication beyond this announcement, but I'm struck by the macabre possibilities in the concluding section of the book. In that same macabre spirit, also in the collection is a hand-drawn map by Weeks of San Michele Island, Rolfe's final burial site. The drawing is made for maximum utility for visitors and belies the gravity of that monument to human mortality. The scrawled rectangular box containing the letter "A" does little to express the foreboding "boat landing" used to receive visitors to the small island crypt. As a matter of practical course, Weeks recommends that visitors present the island attendants with a piece of paper having only the name "ROLFE, F W" rather than attempting to ask after the burial site's location in broken Italian. Useful advice indeed!

The collection is fascinating and it compelled me to spend numerous days in the Georgetown reading room, despite the beautifully sunny December weather in DC. There are many more items of interest to Corvines and bibliophiles, but I'll defer further explorations for another day.

(Fogus)