Carpathian Castle by Jules VerneCarpathian Castle by Jules Verne

fantasy book reviews science fiction book reviewsWhen 35-year-old Jules Verne managed to sell what would become his first published novel, Five Weeks in a Balloon, to the already long-established literary publisher Pierre-Jules Hetzel, in 1863, little could the two Frenchmen know that this was just the beginning of a decades-long association. Hetzel was already a well-known Parisian figure, having previously released works by such luminaries as Victor Hugo, Emile Zola and Honore de Balzac. Verne, the future “Father of Science Fiction,” was an unknown commodity in 1863; a lawyer who found his true calling as a writer of adventure tales (just as this reader’s personal favorite author, Englishman H. Rider Haggard, would do 20 years later). Five Weeks in a Balloon initiated a series called “Les Voyages Extraordinaires” that would ultimately expand to no less than 54 titles… all the way until Verne’s final novel, 1905’s Invasion of the Sea. For the most part, these titles consisted of tales of scientific speculation (such as 1864’s Journey to the Center of the Earth, 1865’s From the Earth to the Moon and 1870’s Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea) and outright adventure stories highlighted by prodigious amounts of authorial research (such as 1866’s The Adventures of Captain Hatteras, 1873’s Around the World in Eighty Days and 1898’s The Mighty Orinoco).

The 37th of these Extraordinary Voyages, however, may be the oddball in Verne’s canon: Carpathian Castle (aka The Castle of the Carpathians), a Gothic novel with decided overtones of horror and the supernatural, and which, after being serialized, was initially published by the Hetzel group in 1893 (Hetzel himself had passed on seven years earlier). But even in this tale of dark and eerie doings, Verne could not resist shining in a ray of science and rationalism. I originally picked up this novel because I’d heard that it served as a possible inspiration for Bram Stoker’s Dracula (released four years later), but as it turns out, other than the Transylvanian setting, the two works are wholly dissimilar, and no vampiric elements are to be found in the Verne work whatsoever.

Rather, in Carpathian Castle, the reader is introduced to the inhabitants of Werst, a village “of so little importance that most maps do not even show its position.” Into the humdrum life of the small community comes some great fear and excitement one day: A stream of smoke is seen coming out of a chimney of the long-abandoned titular castle, a supposedly haunted pile that had been shunned since its owner, the Baron de Gortz, disappeared over 20 years earlier. In the book’s first half, Nic Deck, a young, intrepid forester, and the town’s “doctor,” Patak, climb to the top of the Orgall Plateau to investigate, and barely escape to tell a tale of strange lights, booming noises, spectral manifestations and electrical discharges. In the book’s second half, the young Count de Telek and his man Rotzko, visitors to Werst, hear of these eldritch occurrences and decide to investigate themselves. Five years earlier, both de Gortz and de Telek had been obsessively enamored of the great Italian opera diva La Stilla, a dual infatuation that had ended in tragedy in Naples. Is it any wonder, then, that de Telek cannot refrain from exploring the supposedly spirit-ridden abode?

If Carpathian Castle can be said to have any overriding them – other than the purpose of taut, suspenseful and fast-moving entertainment – it is the conflict between superstition and rational science, as the world nudged closer to the 20th century. And perhaps it is no surprise on which side the “Father of Science Fiction” lands quite squarely. I don’t wish to spoil any of the novel’s surprises for potential readers, but let’s just say that all the spectral mishegas in the book winds up having a decidedly plausible/scientific explanation. In most novels, such a legend as the beech tree outside the castle having the ability to predict the structure’s demise would be eerily borne out; in Verne’s work, it is shown to be pure bosh, just another ignorant superstition of the uneducated peasants. Par for the course with Verne, some of his scientific predictions turn out to be remarkably on the money; indeed, the author, in this novel, may have been the first to suggest the possibility of using hologramlike setups and prerecorded music to simulate a performance by a deceased artiste. Verne glorifies such sciences as electricity, optics, and sound recording in this novel, while pooh-poohing superstition and ignorance. Still, how Verne would have been astounded had he been able to see some of our modern-day 21st century wonders; perhaps he would have shown a little more restraint in saying that the electrical gizmos of 1893 had been brought to their “highest perfection… the illustrious Edison and his disciples had completed their work”!

Carpathian Castle is a comparatively short yet densely written Verne tale. It is replete with obscure bits of Roumanian history and mythology (better brush up on your Rosza Sandor, staffi, balauri and zmei!), actual place names (Klausenberg, Kolosvar, Vulkan, Leany Ko) and folk customs; as usual, Verne’s research here is nearly impeccable. (And I say “nearly” only because Verne makes the curious mistake of telling the reader that Negoi is the highest peak in the Carpathians, whereas a quick glance at a map of Roumania will clearly show that it is rather in the Transylvanian Alps.) The book can also be accused of some very mild anti-Semitism, although the usurious Jewish moneylender is more Verne’s target here, rather than the religion/race as a whole. The book is surely one of Verne’s lesser-read creations today, and is surely minor stuff compared to some of his other classics listed above. Still, it is a fun, exciting read, and, as the oddball in Verne’s oeuvre, will surely be of interest to fans of this seminal author.


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