A box of dreams

The Box was of some very hard wood of a dense grain. It had been covered with shagreen, but the shagreen was black with age and sometimes worn away so as to show the wood beneath. Both wood and shagreen had been polished until they were as smooth as a polished metal.
— From Chapter Four, The Box of Delights

I now offer here what’s planned as my final thoughts on John Masefield’s fantasy The Box of Delights, though one shouldn’t say anything is actually final where thinking is concerned. These thoughts will focus on magic, on time and on space, and not just because these aspects are interconnected.

When I consider the magic in the novel I think of the materials — the Box itself and the Elixir of Life, principally — and the types of magic that seem to manifest in the narrative. In terms of time and space I want to highlight when exactly Masefield sets both this story and its predecessor The Midnight Folk, and where geographically speaking he imagines them happening.

“On one side of [the Box] there was a little counter-sunk groove, in the midst of which was a knob,” Kay discovers. “Then he saw that the groove was inlaid with gold and that the golden knob within the groove had been carven into the image of a rose-bud, which was extraordinarily fragrant.” Whether this scent is of a rose, or of the cinnamon wood the Box seems to be made from (“the wood the Phoenix builds in”) isn’t clear.

Inside the Box is what Kay takes to be a book, the effect given that “of staring into an opening in a wood” (which reminds me of the recent artform known as book sculpture, with pages carved into faces, figures, objects and abstract shapes). Masefield seems to be describing a vintage tobacco box covered in coarse leather, shiny with use. Perhaps when originally filled with flake tobacco it would remind him of tree trunks, of bark, of the pages of a book, with a rich exotic aroma.

When I recently came to reread this novel I was struck that Kay’s Box was in effect a kind of miniature TARDIS, the Time and Relative Dimension in Space vehicle used by Doctor Who to visit different timelines and universes. At the press of the golden knob Kay like the Doctor can also telescope both time and space by going ‘swift’ or ‘small’; and by opening the box he can travel into an alternative dreamlike dimension, even taking companions with him, as the Doctor does.

You may, incidentally, remember that Patrick Troughton, who played Cole Hawlings in the 1980s BBC television series, had been the Doctor’s first reincarnation.


As to types of magic, I postulate that there are principally three in this novel. Natural Magic, the old nature-based kind that gives rise to Herne the Hunter, the Oak Tree Lady and talking animals, is one. Then there is what we might term Unnatural Magic, brought about by the proto-scientific investigations pursued by the likes of Ramon Lully and Arnold of Todi to produce the Elixir of Life and the Box, or alternatively used and abused by Abner Brown to achieve entirely selfish, even criminal, ends. This is possibly the magic that allows Cole to enter the painting of The Dents du Midi from the North and escape the wolves (a copy perhaps of Gustave Courbet’s 1877 painting Panoramic View of the Alps, Les Dents du Midi, now in the Cleveland Museum of Art).

Gustave Courbet, Panoramic View of the Alps, Les Dents du Midi (1877), Cleveland Museum of Art

Finally there is the Innate Magic that Masefield imagines for Kay Harker in both The Midnight Folk and The Box of Delights, the ability to access both kinds of magic through the power of the imagination. Cynics might suggest it comes from the soporific effect of smoking strong pipe tobacco, possibly inducing vivid dreams which telescope time and space, but I demur and utterly dissociate myself from this point of view…

I now come to timelines and places.


The two Kay Harker novels are to some extent autobiografiction, that awkward term devised to describe the fictionalising of autobiographical elements in a novel. Masefield clearly inserted experiences, people and places from his own life into the two fantasies; though often in contradictory combinations it’s still possible to see where some of the themes may originate.

The Knapp, Ledbury, the author’s first home

Masefield was born in 1878 in Ledbury, Herefordshire. His mother Caroline Louisa — née Parker, to rhyme with Harker — died in 1885 giving birth to his sister, and when his distraught father was placed in an asylum (where he later died, in 1891) John and his siblings were given into the care of Katherine Eliza and William Masefield, their aunt and uncle, who moved them from The Knapp to their own home The Priory, closer to the town centre.

The Priory, Ledbury

Kay Harker’s home The Seekings could well be a compound of The Knapp and The Priory, though Kay’s ancestral home is older and grander than either. His unsympathetic aunt and solicitor uncle could function as the models for Pouncer the governess and Sir Theopompous, his first guardian in The Midnight Folk until the appearance of the goddess-like Caroline Louisa. Masefield seems to be rewriting history by having his mother as still living and edging out the stern relatives who didn’t think poetry and fiction was a suitable career for the son of a solicitor.

Now, from internal evidence (a key date is 1850, “thirty-five years ago”) Kay’s age in The Midnight Folk appears to be seven, with the narrative set in the summer of 1885, when in fact Masefield was himself seven years old. However, by the time of The Box of Delights the action seems to have moved on half a century to late 1935, the year the novel was actually published. Kay is now probably 10, returning from his first term at boarding school, a clear memory of the three years Masefield spent at Warwick public school (1888-91), an institution which he loathed.

By the way, I’ve suggested elsewhere that Kay’s end-of-term return home in the run-up to Yuletide may be viewed as a kind of early Twelve Days of Christmas, because independent schools traditionally break up around two weeks before the Great midwinter festival. Though the twelve chapters don’t in any way parallel the twelve days leading up to the 25th December I wonder if Masefield is unconsciously evoking the traditional song (which, of course, really refers to the period between Christmas and Epiphany).

Now to places. I’ve already posted sketch maps based on Ledbury, which overlaid fictional sites onto actual geographical features. Masefield changes the occasional compass direction, notably when placing the Chester Hills on the left of the railway line heading towards Condicote when in fact the Malverns would be to the right on the route from Worcester to Ledbury. I also fancy that Arthur’s Camp, a mile to the west from Condicote, is based on the Malvern hillfort of Midsummer Hill, which is actually a couple of miles to the east of Ledbury.

HMS Conway, Liverpool

But Herefordshire is not the only ‘borrowed’ geographical entity: the description of the hustle and bustle of the canal dock by the Lock & Key pub is more appropriate to Liverpool, where Masefield aged 13 went to become a naval cadet on the training ship. HMS Conway. All the seagoing escapades are based on his own three years as a cadet, followed by a disastrous voyage rounding Cape Horn and a later voyage to New York, where he jumped ship.

Other significant borrowings came from his later life when he lived at Hillcrest in Boars Hill, Berkshire (Oxfordshire after 1974). Sited between Oxford and Abingdon, Boars Hill has a handful of sites that jostle for our attention. While the surviving Dingle Cottage was actually the dwelling for the author’s gardener (and where his fellow writer Robert Graves stayed for a while) the nearby artificial Jarn Mound, begun in 1928 and completed by 1931, could conceivably have partly inspired the Wicked Hill in The Midnight Folk (1927), where Abner Brown and his witches held their coven. About a dozen miles SE of Boars Hill is the village of Crowmarsh Gifford from which I fancy Masefield borrowed the name for the Crowmarsh estate which in The Midnight Folk lay adjacent to The Seekings.

Meanwhile, one of the possible models for the Chester Hills theological college of The Box of Delights may also be found in Boars Hill.

Foxcombe Hall (Ripon Hall Theological College 1933-1975)

In 1933 Masefield would have heard that nearby Gothic revival Foxcombe Hall had become Ripon Hall theological college, and would soon have been familiar with the sight of trainee clerics in the vicinity; the hall on Foxcombe Road, leading to Fox Lane, may even have later suggested the foxy-faced cleric Charles. The faux medieval buildings and stone tower no doubt offered a vision of how the novel’s college may have appeared.

But an equally impressive lakeside building takes us back to Herefordshire. Midway between Ledbury and Midsummer Hill is the grand 19th-century Eastnor Castle. Masefield, if Kay’s cycling map is anything to go by, must have been familiar with this, as with other sites in the vicinity, from cycle rides; in fact it was actually used as a location for the 1984 BBC TV series, a stand-in for the Chesters college. With its imposing façade and nearby lake it’s the perfect vision of Abner Brown’s headquarters.

Eastnor Castle, Herefordshire in the 19th century

Speaking of Abner Brown: the fact that, when spotted walking in the Chester Hills, he’s mistaken for the Bishop of Tatchester — a doppelgänger almost — is a reminder to us readers that almost everything in this novel is not as it seems — neither times nor places, people or animals. Just as Captain Hook in Peter Pan is somehow also Mr Darling, the predatory wolves and bloodthirsty sea wolves (or pirates) are stand-ins for Kay’s adversaries; they are typical of figures in dream sequences which are nearly always symbolic of something else.

In The Box of Delights we may nearly always need to look at what’s below the surface to find the truth of the matter.


I could, and should, say much on other aspects of the two Kay Harker books — the nature writing, say, or the poetry ranging from doggerel to the more sublime — but I haven’t gathered my thoughts about them yet. Maybe they will be brought together sometime. Or possibly not.

9 thoughts on “A box of dreams

  1. Eenjoyed your exploration of the reflections of autobiographical elements, and real places in Masefield’s books. Consciously or unconsciously, the real does end up in people’s writings, much of the time, I guess–even if a fantasy world. These are books I am yet to read but reading your thoughts is making me want to pick them up soon.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. I think it takes real creativity, Mallika, to come up with made-up elements in a narrative which have a sense of being true to life. This is why I suspect that otherwise inexplicable or apparently extraneous details in a story are likely to be a fragment from the author’s own experience.

      If most authors want to give the appearance of verisimilitude then, in my reading experience, they tend to stick to everyday facts which they’d researched to the nth degree — even where fantasy was concerned — or stuck to the commonplace, to clichés, to what was expected for the genre.

      But if they stick to a detail through thick and thin, regardless of whether it relevant to a story or not, then I want to sniff out why it meant so much to them to keep it in! That is the case, I think, with Masefield’s two fantasies which I highlight here. I hope that you may find your way to them in due course. 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      1. True–and I was reading recently in another context something to the effect that our imaginations are somewhat restricted by/to what we know so they are usually only hybrids of the familiar or modified versions. And as you said, it is only when they stick to the known that it feels authentic or true.

        Liked by 1 person

        1. When I taught music composition at secondary school I tried hard to steer students between the twin rocks of pastiche and randomness by showing that true creativity came from the joining together of the two: particularly from taking two or more familiar but dissimilar ideas and spawning something new from it all — the hybrids you mention but made unfamiliar and new. Nothing quite comes ex nihilo except chaos.

          So we find the emergence of new subgenres in literature quite exciting: magic realism from fantasy and realist fiction, historical detective from a mishmash of Sir Walter Scott and Conan Doyle, Gonzo journalism a mix of journalism and first-person subjectivity verging on fiction, and so on. With Masefield it’s the combination of autobiography and fantasy that produces the version of autobiofiction that characterises these two novels.

          Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks, Jo! I find it a creative outlet to try and recreate where authors could have got ideas from, as satisfying (if not very scholarly) as composing some music or sketching.

      Like

  2. Pingback: Think Human and Think Literature – nicktomjoe

  3. Thoroughly enjoyed this series of posts, Chris, and my reading of Midnight Folk in the summer and Box of Delights next Christmas will bring me back to your words again. I started Midnight Folk and had to stop for various reasons unrelated to the book itself. But one thing that I was struggling with anyway was the lack of chapters. I never got comfortable with it. Am I right in thinking from your post that BoD is written in chapters? I do hope so!

    Like

    1. You’re correct, BoD has twelve chapters while TMF is (to use a musical term) through composed, though it’s possible to subdivide the text after a close study — not an option for a first read, really.

      Liked by 1 person

Do leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.