Starve Acre by Jonathan Buckley
An Eden Book Society Edition
Book review
A few
weeks back, cult horror writer Andrew Michael Hurley announced the forthcoming
publication of his third novel: “Starve Acre”.
It is, he revealed, a work “very much in the folk horror tradition”,
about “how grief strips the world into two”.
Its protagonists are Richard and Juliette, a couple who have lost their only
son, Ewan, and are trying to get to grips with this tragic, life-changing
event. Whilst Juliette believes that
Ewan lives on in their house in rural Yorkshire, Richard becomes obsessed with
the sterile field contiguous to this house, and what lies buried beneath its
dark soil.
I’m understandably
loath to besmirch the reputation of an established author with charges of plagiarism, but the premise of the
novel seems uncannily similar to that of a novella, also titled “Starve Acre”,
by an obscure figure of English horror, one Jonathan Buckley, born in Ripon, Yorkshire
in 1909 – a journalist and writer of books of natural history and two short
gothic novels. Buckley’s “Starve Acre” was
posthumously published in 1972 by the Eden Book Society, and distributed exclusively
to the Society’s subscribers. It has
just been reissued by Dead Ink Press who has acquired to rights to the Society’s
back catalogue…
“Starve
Acre” – Buckley’s, I mean – is the fourth book in the ongoing Eden Book Society Series on Dead Ink Press. It has just been issued, hot on the heels of A Dedicated Friend, and, in reverse order of
publication, Judderman and Holt House. Of the four, it is the one which least
relies on the metafictional frame story which holds the series together. And this is hardly surprising. Like Hurley’s novel, its setting is a house
on the outskirts of a remote Yorkshire village, a setting which has hardly
changed from the 1970s to today and does not need time-specific props. Indeed, save
for some references to the late 1960s, there’s little to show that the story
was (at least purportedly) first published nearly 50 years ago. Moreover, in true folk horror tradition, the
evil which lurks within its pages is older still – a timeless shadow which is
at one with the landscape and soil, a malevolent folk figure which has terrified
the villagers for centuries and which returns to curse the ‘city outsiders’ who
naively try to live a dream of a simple country life.
Buckley’s/Hurley’s
protagonists, Richard and Juliette relocate from Leeds to the rural house which
used to belong to Richard’s parents. Richard is not too keen on this move,
particularly since it evokes memories of his father’s final mental breakdown. Juliette, however, fantasizes about their
little son Ewan playing with the village children, and about raising a family
of rascally young Willoughbys far from the hustle and bustle of the city. These dreams are shattered when Ewan dies in
circumstances which remain vague and unexplained. Juliette falls into a debilitating
depression, whereas Richard, like his father before him, spends days digging in
the soil of the neighbouring “Starve Acre”, unearthing animal bones and what
look like the roots of an ancient “hanging tree”. A well-meaning friend introduces the
couple to a local mystic who conducts a séance-like ceremony in the house. It all goes horribly wrong, leading to the
novella’s chilling denouement.
The story’s
narrative is deftly handled, shifting seamlessly between the grief-soaked
present of the Willoughbys, flashbacks to Ewan’s disturbed final months and half-remembered
legends of bogeymen of English folklore. Throughout, there is an aura of dread and
menace, occasionally flaring into bursts of graphic, gut-wrenching
violence. What I particularly liked
about “Starve Acre” is a sense of ambiguity which it shares with some classic
ghost and horror stories including, to name just one famous example, Oliver
Onions’ The Beckoning Fair One. Thus,
it can be read literally as a supernatural tale or, at another level, as a
study of a descent into madness and obsession, its otherworldly elements merely
the morbid imaginings of sick minds.
Either way, it’s as creepy as hell. I'm curious to see whether Hurley will manage to outdo Buckley...
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