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A Voyage to Arcturus

by David Lindsay

The Book That Was Stranger Than Fiction

David Lindsay published A Voyage to Arcturus in 1920 when he was forty years old. He had spent years working as a clerk in a London insurance office, he had served in the First World War, and had written the novel in the particular isolation of a man who had looked at the world and found it insufficient to his needs. He was not writing entertainment. He was not writing science fiction, though it veers that direction for the first few chapters. He was writing a philosophical assault on the nature of reality itself, disguised as a planetary romance because that happened to be the only form that could capture what he needed to say.

Unsurprisingly, nobody bought it.

The first edition sold fewer than six hundred copies. The publisher lost money. Lindsay, who had quit his insurance job to write full time, was financially devastated and never recovered. He wrote five more novels over the remaining twenty-five years of his life, each one stranger and more uncompromising than the last, and none of them found an audience either. He died in 1945 from a dental abscess—an infection so basic and treatable, even at that time, that it speaks directly to how destitute he was at the end—largely unknown, largely unread, in a boarding house in Brighton.

What he left behind is one of the most peculiar objects in the English literary canon.

A Voyage to Arcturus follows a man named Maskull who travels to a planet orbiting the star Arcturus, where physical laws are different, where new sense organs spontaneously grow on his body to perceive dimensions of reality that don't exist on Earth, and where every person he meets represents a different philosophical position about the nature of existence, suffering, and what lies beyond both. Each chapter is essentially a new world with new rules. Each character Maskull encounters—and is changed by, and often watches die—is an argument about how to live, rendered in flesh and landscape rather than prose.

When describing this book, it’s easy to think it shouldn't work. Somehow Lindsay makes it work completely.

C.S. Lewis read it and called it a work of genius and said it had permanently influenced his imagination. You can feel Arcturus in the bones of the Narnia books and even more directly in his Space Trilogy. Northrop Frye, one of the twentieth century's most important literary critics, wrote about it with reverence. J.R.R. Tolkien almost certainly read it. The novel exists in a strange category of its own — too visionary for genre readers, too strange for literary readers, too metaphysical for casual readers, and absolutely essential to anyone who has ever felt that fiction could do something more than tell a story.

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