True, False, or somewhere in between
A Review from the Magonia Review
Here’s a nice, laudatory, very long review from the British publication The Magonia Review of Books. One fascinating tidbit: The reviewer (who called our book “exceptional” and quotes from it at length) says she was only the second person to listen to a taped confession from Frances Griffiths, who as a young girl sixty years earlier had rocked the world with photographs of herself and her cousin Elsie cavorting with what they claimed were real, live fairies. Frances chuckled that it had been easy to fool the world and even old Sir Arthur himself – the “fairies” were just fairy pictures cut out of magazines and stuck to the grass with hatpins. Then Frances added matter-of-factly that the reason she and Elsie had faked the pictures was that “they had tried over and over to capture the fairies they saw all the time and failed.” Now in her seventies, she added that she still occasionally saw the fairies.
True, false or somewhere in between?
ELIMINATING THE IMPOSSIBLE by Lynn Picknett
Stefan Bechtel and Laurence Roy Stains. Through a Glass Darkly: Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the Quest to Solve the Greatest Mystery of All. St Martin’s Press, 2017.
When Canadian medium ‘Margery’ produced the voice, seemingly of her dead brother, even when her mouth and nose were covered by a sceptical investigator, the said spirit demanded, ‘Now, Doctor, isn’t that convincing?’ To which the man replied, with utter seriousness, ‘How do I know you don’t talk through your ears?’
Telling the story later, Margery laughingly remarked, ‘what amazing things people are willing to believe in order to avoid believing the things they don’t want to believe’.
This exceptional book, which is albeit focused on the research of Sherlock creator Arthur Conan Doyle, and is a resolutely objective review of the facts, nevertheless segues into the thinking person’s rebuttal to all those decades of sceptics tying themselves in knots in order not to confront the evidence for certain aspects of the paranormal. And if anyone talks through their ears … although other orifices are available … as we see repeatedly documented in these pages, it has often – if not exclusively - been them.
Over the years Spiritualism has fallen out of favour with the mainstream and accrued an unenviable reputation. It doesn’t help that a séance circle with a fake medium intoning ‘Is there anyone there? Two knocks for “no”…’ is the sort of ridiculous cliché scenario so beloved of the lazier sitcom writers, for example. On the whole, the media have ensured that the public view Spiritualism as a joke – and a jaded and outdated one at that.
These authors make their own position clear right from the start. Stefan Bechtel and Laurence Roy Stains are journalists – though the latter is also an academic - who, while not being Believers, are not not Believers. Their admiration for the courage of pioneering investigators into Spiritualism such as Arthur Conan Doyle seems tinged with more than a little indignation at the defamation and infamy heaped on them, both at the time and by subsequent generations. It is interesting, to say the least, what nuances objective research can reveal – as we see later with the Cottingley Fairies.
And far from being the ‘credulous old fool’ that sceptics now call later-phase Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes showed extraordinary discernment and even – heaven forfend! – characteristic rationality in his forays into the world of the séance room.
This big bear of a Scottish physician, with his aptitude for hard work and his love of Boys’ Own-style adventures – he signed up as ship’s doctor for an incredibly dangerous Arctic voyage when he was still a medical student – had very little about him that was fey or airy-fairy.
To him, delving into the by then well-established claims of Spiritualism to provide evidence of communication with the dead through talented intermediaries known as ‘mediums’ was an adventure like no other. But while of course Doyle is known first and foremost for the great adventures of Sherlock and Watson, what we should never forget about him is that he was primarily a scientist. It is worth quoting these authors at length here:
‘Maybe the scientific method couldn’t be applied to seances, but Arthur Conan Doyle and his generation could apply a scientific attitude. That attitude called for an open-mindedness about what we don’t know and keen observation about what we do know. That was the real strength of spiritualism, said Doyle; the movement was “the most serious attempt ever made to place religion upon a basis of definite proof…. It was founded upon the rock of actual personal observation.”’
As he wrote in 1920: ‘But let it be real Science which comes to us, not prejudice and ill will, which judge a case first and examine it afterwards. That is not Science, but the very antithesis of Science.’
Profound bias against the subject has been endemic from the very beginning: the first scientist to examine spiritualism systematically was the chemist, Professor Robert Hare of the University of Pennsylvania. At first he joined the learned throng in publicly anathematising spiritualism as ‘popular madness’, but wrote later: ‘I had been brought up deaf to any testimony which claimed assistance from supernatural causes.’
Challenged by a believer, Hare set up meticulous experiments in order to entrap mediums. But as the famous naturalist – and spiritualist – Alfred Russel Wallace wrote, ‘he was in every case only able to obtain results which proved that there was a power at work not that of any human being present. But in addition to the power there was an intelligence, and he was thus compelled to believe that existences not human did communicate with him.’
What clinched it for Professor Hare was that the apparent spirit of his sister, who, without any form of ‘fishing’ or prompting on the part of the medium, gave the name of their grandfather’s business partner who had died in England seventy years before. But when Hare published this, together with a welter of other veridical information, he felt the weight of his peers’ mockery. Doyle wrote, ‘The brave report … led to a disgraceful persecution…’ And the American Scientific Association – as Bechtel and Stains point out – ‘then turned its attention to a far worthier topic: why cocks crow between midnight and 1:00 a.m.’ An outraged Doyle noted, ‘From the hour of the Hare report there has been no excuse for the human race.’
In more recent years there have been academics galore involved in what used to be known as ‘psychical research’: for example, during the 1980s and 90s the President of the London-based Society for Psychical Research was a very distinguished professor of electrical engineering while his opposite number up at the Scottish SPR was a world-renown professor of astrophysics. But this pales compared to the roll call of the great in the early days. The father of American psychology, William James, listed the likes of Professor Lodge, the English physicist and Professor Charles Richet, the eminent French physiologist, as among the most active members of the SPR. As the authors point out, Lodge was later knighted for his scientific achievements, and Richet won the Nobel Prize. (And it really will not do to fall back on what might be termed epochism, the widespread 21st-century myth that somehow intelligence back then wasn’t nearly as, well, intelligent as it is today. According to the prevalent understanding of epochists, for example the average sceptical undergraduate of today is obviouslysharper, better-read, more incisive and observant than all the so-called geniuses of history put together – especially those who investigated spiritualism.)
Whichever way you look at it, however, these eminent scientists really were not the sort of chaps to be taken in by the ‘two knocks for “yes”’ school of mediumship and even the most superior sort of sleight of hand. And neither was Arthur Conan Doyle.
It’s usually believed that he became involved in spirit communication (alleged) while demented with grief after the death of his son in 1918. Not so. What moved him so resolutely from – to use his own favourite phrase – ‘the left of negation to the right of acceptance’ was the work of his contemporary, the American medium known simply as ‘Mrs Piper’.
Having made a name for herself as a notable medium, she was fair game for the scourge of the séance room, the Australian sceptic Richard Hodgson – who had exposed Madame Blavatsky’s more dubious practices. He was despatched, covertly, to the US to put her through her paces. She – or rather her ‘spirit control’, speaking, it was believed, through her – gave him a wealth of details about his early life. Yet he had been careful not so much as to give his name. Hodgson was shaken when Mrs Piper said that his late childhood sweetheart had one eye with a spot of light colour in the iris. When Hodgson asked how she knew this, the answer was simple: his long-gone sweetheart was standing right there, and the spirit control could see her eyes for himself. But things were about to get a whole lot more intriguing – even, in their own way, sensational.
A new spirit ‘came through’, one George Pellew, who had died very recently in a riding accident and who had met Hodgson once, promising him that if he died first and was ‘still existing’ he would get in touch. And apparently he did, and such was the effect that his astonishingly detailed communications had on the arch-sceptic Hodgson, that he ceased to be ‘a very Saul persecuting the Christians’. And it didn’t end there.
In a nice irony, it appears that after Hodgson himself dropped dead, he began to ‘come through’, giving evidential information such as he had once demanded. Sadly, as with all the most fascinating material here, space dictates that I can only allude to it (actually the ‘Hodgson’ communications are only a part of the so-called ‘Cross Correspondences’, arguably the most persuasive, complex and detailed evidence for survival of human consciousness after death ever recorded).
All of this, plus much, much else served to convince Doyle that at the very least there was something worth investigating.
(One of the cases examined at length in this book that will appeal to many more technically-minded readers is that of the – alleged of course – communication from Flight Lieutenant H. Carmichael Irwin, captain of the famous airship the R101 when it crashed in France in 1930, killing 48, himself included. The details ‘he’ gave in seances were highly technical and utterly bemusing to famous British medium Eileen Garrett. It was only further research that corroborated them – and indeed, actually cast light on the mechanics of the tragedy.)
As the First World War made its terrible depredations, evidence from ‘beyond the veil’ began to stack up, admittedly gold among the dross of the fakes and charlatans that vilely fed upon the grief of the credulous. It was in 1916 – two years in fact before the trauma of his son’s death – that Doyle wrote in his ‘coming out’ as a spiritualist essay, ‘In spite of occasional fraud and wild imaginings, there remains a solid core in this whole spiritual movement which is infinitely nearer to positive proof than any other religious development with which I am acquainted.’
Of course Doyle was not infallible, but neither, as we discover here, was his ‘frenemy’, the famous escapologist Houdini. Actually, though Houdini was very much that curious creature – the arch-sceptic so extreme as to make ‘debunking’ something of a crusade (and to hell with the actual facts) - Doyle was convinced that some of the latter’s stage illusions were genuine, results of his own secret psychic ability. And strangely, it does seem as if Houdini had succeeded in ‘spooking’ himself on at least one occasion. Later, while investigating the astonishing medium ‘Margery’, Houdini was caught sabotaging her equipment. And later still, perhaps the deceased Houdini himself might have ‘come through’ a medium… Or perhaps not. Or…
What clinches it for most critics of latter-phase Doyle is his involvement with the so-called ‘Cottingley Fairies’, photographs taken by two Yorkshire girls in the early 20th century allegedly showing frolicking fairies (and one gnome) by a stream near their house. Doyle endorsed the photographs with near-indecent enthusiasm, almost certainly arising from – as Bechtel and Stains sagaciously muse – a desire to validate the fairy visions of his father, who had died in a mental institution. Certainly, the overwhelming pro-fairy advocacy of the creator of Sherlock Holmes proved jaw-dropping to the father of one of the Cottingley girls, who remarked incredulously about him being ‘fooled’ by ‘our Elsie, and her bottom of her class’! Yes, by anyone’s standards, the Cottingley Fairies were not Doyle’s finest hour.
But at this point I must add a personal note. In the early 1980s I was Deputy Editor of the now-iconic publication The Unexplained, and in that capacity was the second person ever to hear the recorded confession of Frances, who sixty years before, together with her cousin, had fooled the creator of Sherlock at Cottingley. Yes, the old lady chortled, they’d done it. It was easy. Cut-outs from magazines held up in the grass with hatpins. But then she said, matter-of-factly, that the reason they’d faked them was because they had tried over and over to capture the fairies they saw all the time and failed. But one of the pictures was real… Of course she could have been having a last laugh, but it’s interesting that she also mentioned that she still occasionally saw them – and her voice echoed a real horror. The ‘fake’ fairies had always been real – to her and her cousin. And to Doyle, of course.
Throughout Doyle’s three decades of spiritualist adventures, it is worth remembering the famous lines uttered by the rapier-sharp Sherlock: ‘… when you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth…’ Sherlock might have been Doyle’s fictitious alter ego, but of course they shared a mindset. Doyle was never interested in the impossible – why waste his precious time? – but he was prepared to devote his best years to the improbable that might or might not reveal itself to be the truth. And with his unquenchable spirit of adventure, it seems he was often nearer to it than most.
Did the deceased Doyle himself ever apparently ‘come through’? Of course he did, it is reported. In fact, ‘Doyle’ passed on his thoughts via a medium to the famous ghosthunter Harry Price. In the quotation that Bechtel and Stains choose to end their book, ‘Doyle’ said, ‘It is far more difficult to establish a fact than it is to advertise an illusion’.
The authors add only one word: ‘Quite’.
Let me add another: ‘Quite’. -- Lynn Picknett