Patrick A. McCarthy 
      Stapledon's Microcosm of Community
      Robert Crossley, ed. Talking Across the World: The Love Letters of Olaf Stapledon
        and Agnes Miller, 1913-1919. Hanover & London: New England UP,
        1987. xlii + 382pp. $30.00 
      Few writers of SF have offered more fascinating glimpses into their own lives than Olaf
        Stapledon. Paul in Last Men in London (1932) and Victor in A Man Divided (1950)
        are examples of characters who appear to be modeled in part upon Stapledon (although the
        relationship is not a simple one, as we see when Paul meets a person whom the narrator
        identifies as "the one colourless but useful creature whom I have chosen as my
        mouthpiece"-- that is, Olaf Stapledon). Likewise, at least two characters--Pax in Odd
          John (1935) and Maggie in A Man Divided--are patterned after Agnes Miller
        Stapledon, Olaf's Australian first cousin whom he married in 1919, after a four and a half
        year separation during the First World War. For that matter, the marriage of Olaf and
        Agnes became Olaf's primary model for the ideal of community that recurs in such works as Star
          Maker (1937) and Odd John. Their relationship is played out most revealingly
        in the autobiographical interludes of Death into Life (1946), which record
        epiphanic moments in their life together and conclude with speculations on the future. 
      The present collection of letters, most of them written while Olaf was serving with the
        Friends' Ambulance Unit in France (where Paul would meet him in Last Men in London)
        and Agnes was waiting out the war in Australia, record the development of their
        relationship over a period of six years. The existence of the letters was known only to
        Agnes Stapledon until 1983, when ill health forced her to move to a nursing home and her
        family went through her house to decide which papers should be donated to the University
        of Liverpool's Sydney Jones Library and which should stay in the hands of Stapledon's
        heirs. These letters remained with the family until 1984, when Robert Crossley was allowed
        to open the "two worn suitcases" that contained the letters. The publication of
        a substantial selection of the correspondence, edited with introduction and notes by
        Crossley, provides Stapledon's readers with the most extensive primary evidence available
        about Olaf's relationship to Agnes, his attitude at the time towards the world war, and
        his speculations on a variety of subjects. Although the letters were written some years
        before Stapledon's first novel, Last and First Men (1930), they shed light upon
        his attitudes at a time when he was beginning to think through ideas that are crucial to
        his fiction. 
      Readers of Stapledon's fiction will find a good deal of familiar material in these
        letters. In an early letter (August 1913), Olaf sets forth his fervently-held idea that
        "the spirit of the [human] race, as a being in itself, lives on" despite the
        deaths of individual beings, and that "as matter is indestructible, so is spirit, and
        therefore that the 'soul' of a cell, & of man, and of the race is eternal each in its
        own character" (p. 19). In March 1914, the speculation turns to intelligent life on
        other worlds, which Olaf imagines both as "utterly different and
        incomprehensible" to us and nonetheless involved with some of the problems that are
        basic to human existence (pp. 32-33). The concept of their union as somehow related to the
        form of the cosmos-- an idea at the heart of the search for community in Star Maker--appears
        in November 1915, when Olaf describes a ring he is designing with a small alpha and omega:
        capitals, he says, would suggest "the divine symbol," but "the small
        letters, stand for Agnes & Olaf, & joined together they form a sort of little
        universe, a microcosm, essentially the same & yet different from the great God's
        Universe" (p. 116). In October 1917, Olaf wonders what it would be like to experience
        the world through the mind of another being, whether it be Alexander Kerenski, an Aberdeen
        terrier, or a common fly; here, he introduces a theme of crucial importance in several of
        his novels (p. 251). There is even a description of an incident that resurfaces in Last
          Men in London: in a letter dated July 1918, Olaf relates his horror at having
        mistakenly assumed that a badly wounded soldier was dead and having passed him by for that
        reason (p. 314). The amount of space Olaf devotes to the incident, his obvious sense of
        guilt, and the fact that he exaggerated it when he fictionalized the event (in real life,
        Olaf eventually realized his mistake and picked up the soldier, whereas in the novel, Paul
        passed him by), suggest the power of this terrible scene over Stapledon's imagination. 
      Other letters recount Olaf's social and political views: he describes the importance of
        his W.E.A. lecturing, declares himself a socialist, discusses the various reasons for his
        decision to join the ambulance unit, opposes conscription (but is tolerant of Agnes's
        support for a conscription bill in Australia), and wonders what judgment a future age will
        make upon his generation. Of particular interest for any reader of Star Maker is
        his description, in a letter dated 16 September 1915, of a cosmic fantasy in which he and
        Agnes travel throughout the universe and eventually enter directly into the minds of all
        the sentient creatures in it, in each case recognizing for the first time a fundamental
        identification with another being (pp. 99-102). Throughout the letters, one characteristic
        theme is Olaf's sympathy with other people, or even with a lettuce that is pulled from the
        ground (pp. 89-90) or with his father's bees, whose plight reminds him "of the
        soldiers of the human hives" (p. 327). This power of sympathy, of seeing things from
        a different perspective, is one of the most engaging features both of these letters and of
        Stapledon's fictional works. 
      I have so far stressed the potential use of these letters in relation to the
        interpretation of the fiction, but they are valuable for other reasons as well. Having
        known Agnes Stapledon, I am perhaps prejudiced in this respect, but I find her letters
        just as interesting as Olaf's, and I agree fully with Crossley's observation that
        "Agnes's skill as an observer, her expressive range, and her manipulation of tone and
        voice all undeniably grew as the correspondence went on." The letters reveal her
        strong character, her growing awareness of war's ugliness, and her inquiring, independent
        mind. Agnes's responses to the events in Australia, and to her personal situation --having
        to resist the advances of another would-be lover, an Australian named Jack Armstrong,
        and facing her father's disapproval of Olaf's pacifist views--have as much intrinsic
        interest as Olaf's descriptions of the war. 
      Just as interesting as either mind in isolation is the narrative situation itself: the
        attempt, almost daily, to carry on a direct, intimate correspondence across the world
        despite the fact that Olaf's letters were read by a censor and offending passages were cut
        out, along with whatever he had written on the other side; that whatever either wrote
        could be lost if the ship carrying it were sunk; and that even under the best of
        conditions, several weeks would intervene, and several more letters would be written,
        before the writer could expect a response to anything said in a particular letter.
        Maintaining the impression of immediacy under these circumstances was difficult; but as
        Crossley observes, these letters provide us with "a lesson in the power of words to
        shape realities" since "the writers knew that their correspondence could at
        least allow their two disembodied voices to approximate a conversation that would link
        their minds until the world allowed them to join in body as well as spirit." 
      This, then, is clearly an important book for the study of Olaf Stapledon and his works,
        but also for other reasons. Those interested in English or American politics during the
        war, in the Friends' Ambulance Unit, in military censorship (it is interesting to note the
        strong criticism of the government that was left uncensored), or in the attitudes toward
        gender and social class developed here will find Talking Across the World a
        significant collection of letters. It is perhaps significant that the letters' interest
        for our alien, intruding minds seems to be anticipated by Olaf's declaration that "If
        all our letters were to be read through on end, alternately yours and mine, what a lot
        they would tell of all sorts of changes and fluctuations and gradual evolvings that we
        knew nothing of at the time" (p. 161). This contrast in perspectives might foreshadow
        the distinction between the way events are understood by their participants and by the
        narrator from the future in Last and First Men. Like Stapledon's novels, these
        letters often become self-reflexive commentaries on the situation of the writer and the
        reader, who in this instance includes not only Agnes and the military censor but us as
        well. Crossley's introduction is detailed and perceptive, his notes invariably helpful; in
        editing the letters, he strikes a reasonable balance between the desire to preserve the
        flavor and integrity of a letter and the need to keep the voluminous correspondence down
        to a manageable size. In every respect, this volume is a model of editorial tact and
        dedication. We are fortunate that Agnes Stapledon kept these letters safe over the decades
        and that Crossley has been allowed to publish such a large selection. Now we can hope that
        Crossley returns to work on the biography that, I suspect, will become the one essential
        book on Olaf Stapledon. 
      
      
        
      
      
        
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