This
book was an unexpected delight. I had
heard good things about Dunsany before – and you have to appreciate someone who
could inspire authors as diverse as Tolkien and Lovecraft. Nevertheless, the austere elegance and
philosophical richness of this book really surprised me. Do yourself a favor and read this
under-appreciated masterpiece – then come back and muse with me.
In
chapter one, Ablard Pender declares, “I have made a brain.” We soon discover that it is a mechanical brain – a construct of wire
and electricity, ultimately encased within a multi-limbed body of iron. The philosophizing of the book begins early
and rarely relents – but it’s so interesting and woven into such a charming
story that I can’t complain. Thus, Pender
– confident that his machine will prove a dutiful servant to mankind – quickly
indulges in a slave fantasy: “It will give us the leisure that slaves used to
give the Romans.” Indeed, the themes of
slavery, machines, nature, and revolution interact in a delicate dance through
the pages of this work.
It
sounds serious – but this book is also very funny. When we meet Pender’s aunt, the narrator
reports “I rather gathered that she disapproved of her nephew for wasting his
time with science, instead of being a chartered accountant….” Pender’s creation looks like a crab, but is
the size of a large dog, and has a hundred claw-like hands. It’s hard not to laugh when Pender moves the
thing into the house in a wheelbarrow, hoping to prevent his aunt from
realizing that the mechanical construct is actually sentient. Ablard tells the narrator “she thinks it’s
remote control.” As the narrator starts
playing chess with “the monster,” he complains, “It was watching me intently,
rather as a cockroach watches one.” It’s
absurd and comical and creepy, all at the same time. Fantastic!
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