Are there any fans of Victorian Canadian author James De Mille here?
A Strange Manuscript Found In A Copper Cylinder by James De Mille
Published posthumously in 1888. The very first Canadian genre novel.
A group of friends on vacation at sea pick up a cylinder floating in the ocean. Inside the cylinder on a kind of papyrus is a manuscript that tells of the adventures of one Adam More. Then you get into his story occasionally interrupted by the friends who discuss various things like the wildlife and the religion of the lost paradise Adam discovers.
So in Adam’s story. Basically he gets lost at sea and enters caverns in Antarctica that lead into the inner earth where he finds a lost paradise. Full of strange creatures and a strange people called the Kosekin. They are a cannibal death cult of sleep paralysis hags who prefer to live in darkness and by and large have opposite values to ours. The friends end up interpreting their customs as an example that all religions are really evil at their core. This seems to be the author’s own belief. He has a kind of conversion where, judging from previous novels of his that express a belief that to die is a blessing like Martyr of the Catacombs, he now believes death should be avoided because the afterlife is hostile.
I’m -hoping- this book can be my phd thesis if I ever get in
A quote from the book,
"Why not a scientific romance?"
"Because there's precious little science in it, but a good deal of quiet satire."
"Satire on what?" asked Featherstone. "I'll be hanged if I can see it."
"Oh, well," said Melick, "on things in general. The satire is directed against the restlessness of humanity; its impulses, feelings, hopes, and fears—all that men do and feel and suffer. It mocks us by exhibiting a new race of men, animated by passions and impulses which are directly the opposite of ours, and yet no nearer happiness than we are. It shows us a world where our evil is made a good, and our good an evil; there all that we consider a blessing is had in abundance—prolonged and perpetual sunlight, riches, power, fame—and yet these things are despised, and the people, turning away from them, imagine that they can find happiness in poverty, darkness, death, and unrequited love. The writer thus mocks at all our dearest passions and strongest desires; and his general aim is to show that the mere search for happiness per se is a vulgar thing, and must always result in utter nothingness. The writer also teaches the great lesson that the happiness of man consists not in external surroundings, but in the internal feelings, and that heaven itself is not a place, but a state. It is the old lesson which Milton extorted from Satan:
"'What matter where, if I be still the same—'
"Or again:
"'The mind is its own place, and of itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven—'"