A Voyage to Arcturus

by David Lindsay

Here’s the book that inspired Lewis to write his space trilogy.

Here’s the book that Tolkien praised “as a work of philosophy, religion, and morality.”

Here’s the book that inspired a jazz album, a critic to try writing, and 1980’s Los Angelens to sit through a three-hour play.

Here’s the classic science fiction novel I’ve never read.

Here’s the book:

A Voyage to Arcturus

 

Chapter 1. THE SEANCE

On a march evening, at eight o’clock, Backhouse, the medium—a fast-rising star in the psychic world—was ushered into the study at Prolands, the Hampstead residence of Montague Faull. The room was illuminated only by the light of a blazing fire. The host, eying him with indolent curiosity, got up, and the usual conventional greetings were exchanged. Having indicated an easy chair before the fire to his guest, the South American merchant sank back again into his own. The electric light was switched on. Faull’s prominent, clear-cut features, metallic-looking skin, and general air of bored impassiveness, did not seem greatly to impress the medium, who was accustomed to regard men from a special angle. Backhouse, on the contrary, was a novelty to the merchant. As he tranquilly studied him through half closed lids and the smoke of a cigar, he wondered how this little, thickset person with the pointed beard contrived to remain so fresh and sane in appearance, in view of the morbid nature of his occupation.

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