THE DEEP ONES: "Mr. Kempe" by Walter de la Mare

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THE DEEP ONES: "Mr. Kempe" by Walter de la Mare

1semdetenebre
Edited: Jul 17, 2023, 8:34 am

"Mr. Kempe" by Walter de la Mare

Discussion begins July 19, 2023.

First published in the November 1925 issue of London Mercury and Harper's Magazine.



BIBLIOGRAPHY

https://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/title.cgi?1029289

SELECTED PRINT VERSIONS

The Connoisseur and Other Stories
Strangers and Pilgrims

ONLINE VERSIONS

https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Mr._Kempe

ONLINE AUDIO VERSIONS

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iIwoheaF8s

MISCELLANY

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_de_la_Mare
http://tartaruspress.com/d8.htm
https://tinyurl.com/mr2cvums

2AndreasJ
Jul 19, 2023, 5:22 pm

The 2nd misc. link says this story is not always considered supernatural. I'm not sure why it'd ever be considered supernatural?

It's creepy enough, though, and I'm happy to grant it status as honorary Weird.

3RandyStafford
Jul 19, 2023, 7:19 pm

I think you could consider it supernatural if you think the "three Kempes" refer to Mr. Kempe and his dead wife and child. Or maybe Kempe, as stated earlier, is dead too.

Maybe you could think of the three Kempes as just three personalities of the titular character? I'm not sure and think I need to read the story again.

In either case, I found this story creepy too and liked it quite a lot, probably second to "Seaton's Aunt" in the four de la Mare's I've read.

4AndreasJ
Jul 20, 2023, 1:50 am

I did take the three Kempes to be three personalities of his, fwiw.

5semdetenebre
Jul 20, 2023, 8:33 am

Not as enjoyable as the author's "All Hallows", which also featured a narrator undergoing an arduous journey to get to the meat of the tale, but I can see why HPL admired it. I really liked the dangerous cliff's edge crawl and could feel the vertigo of the sequence, since I've experienced it often enough myself! The following passage is really striking and nicely sets the stage for what follows.

"I took another look at my map, enjoyed a prolonged 'breather,' and went on. Steadily up and inward now and almost due north-northwest. And once more untended thickets rose dense on either side, and the air was oppressed with a fragrance as sickly as chloroform. Some infernal winter tempest or equinoctial gale must have lately played havoc here. Again and again I had to clamber over the boles or through the head-twigs of monster trees felled by the wind, and still studded with a few sprouting post-mortem pale-green buds. It was like edging between this world and the next.