King Solomon's Mines (2 page)

Haggard’s Way

“GRIP” IS A QUALITY H. Rider Haggard aimed for in his novels, and the best of them, especially
King Solomon’s Mines
(1885), remain compulsively readable as popular literature. The adventure of the elephant hunter Allan Quatermain in his quest for King Solomon’s treasure in Africa remains an addictive page-turner, despite some aspects that have inevitably dated the book. The story of the voyage to the fictional kingdom of Kukuanaland has lasting resonances for the book’s intended readers: “all the big and little boys,” as Haggard’s dedication puts it. Modern critics have made much of the sexist implications of Haggard’s dedication to the “boys.” In her introduction to the recent reprint edition of Robert Baden-Powell’s Scouting for Boys, editor Elleke Boehmer points out that this Victorian classic of civic education for boys was an “immediate success amongst young audiences, male and female alike” (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2004, p. xi). Baden-Powell’s book, so expressly intended (and entitled) for boys, was also devoured by Victorian girls. Haggard’s dedication probably did not scare off girl readers of his day either. Nor should it make today’s reader jump to conclusions about the book’s audience and intent. Haggard admitted he wrote
King Solomon’s
Mines in direct competition with a recent bestseller, Robert Louis Stevenson’s
Treasure Island,
also a book ostensibly for boys but one that has always been read by girls—and adults of both sexes.

Prefiguring Edgar Rice Burrough’s Tarzan books and other popular literature,
King Solomon’s Mines
is genuinely involved with Africa, however consciously Haggard mythicizes the subject matter. This is only to be expected in an author for whom Africa was a subject of lasting preoccupation. Born in West Bradenham Hall, Norfolk, England, in 1856, the son of a country squire, Henry Rider Haggard was seen as unpromising by his family. When young Henry failed to get an army commission, he was sent off to Natal, South Africa, in 1875 as secretary to the governor of Britain’s Natal colony. His career advanced, and in 1877 he transferred jobs, to work for the special commissioner. The following year he became master and registrar of the High Court in the Transvaal. His six years in Africa would provide inspiration for the rest of his writing life.

His friend Andrew Lang would later write that Haggard had “found himself” by writing
King Solomon’s Mines.
One might add that Haggard found himself even before, by going to Africa, which transformed a rather muddled civil servant into a decisive and productive Victorian writer. This metamorphosis is akin to the change experienced by another Victorian novelist, Anthony Trollope (1815-1882), after Trollope landed a job as post-office inspector in Ireland, which awakened his own latent talents.

Haggard was deeply involved with public service, and published many books of history and advocacy, most of which are unread today. He never took his adventure stories as seriously as his nonfiction books, such as
Cetywayo and His White Neighbours; Or, Remarks on Recent Events in Zululand, Natal, and the Transvaal
(London: Trübner and Company, 1882);
The Last Boer War
(London: Kegan Paul and Company, 1899); and
A History of the Transvaal,
(
New
York: New Amsterdam Book Company, 1900). Obsessed with the fate of poor rural communities, he published studies like A
Farmer’s Year: Being His Commonplace Book for 1898
(London: Longmans and Company, 1899;
The Poor and the Land: Being a Report on the Salvation Army Colonies in the United States and at Hadleigh, England, with Scheme of National Land Settlement, and an Introduction
(London, New York: Longmans, Green, 1905);
Rural Denmark and Its Lessons
(London, New York: Longmans, Green, 1911);
Regeneration: Being an Account of the Social Work of the Salvation Army in Great Britain
(London: Longmans, Green, 1910); and
Rural England: Being an Account of Agricultural and Social Researches Carried Out in the Years 1901 & 1902
(London, New York: Longmans, Green, 1902). Haggard also wrote extensively about World War I:
A Call to Arms to the Men of East Anglia
(London: R. Clay,1914), and
The After-War Settlement and Employment of Ex-Servicemen in the Oversea Dominions
(London: Published for the Royal Colonial Institute by the Saint Catherine Press, 1916).

Although few fans of Haggard’s novels today have read these hard-to-find nonfiction texts, Haggard himself felt they represented his highest achievements. Unlike Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who valued his own eccentric writings on spiritualism over his immortal Sherlock Holmes stories, Haggard may have been at least partly right in his evaluation of his own work. The myths so abundant in King
Solomon’s Mines
and
She
are bolstered by factual material, hard-won life experience of the kind detailed in Haggard’s books about history, agriculture, and war, as well as in his private diaries and letters. The latter are better known since Denys Edwin Whatmore self-published a series of short books containing excerpts from Haggard’s letters about activities for the public good. Three of these titles are:
Deeds for the Church: Rider Haggard
(Cheltenham: D. E. Whatmore, 1995);
Deeds for Children and Young People: Rider Haggard
(Cheltenham: D. E. Whatmore, 1996); and
Deeds for the Salvation Army: Rider Haggard
(Cheltenham: D. E. Whatmore, 1996). In addition, the Rider Haggard Society (
www.riderhaggardsociety.org.uk
), a British organization, has through its occasional journal worked since 1985 to propagate a more rounded view of Haggard. Even so, the only two texts by Haggard that are still widely read remain and look likely to remain—
She
and
King Solomon’s Mines.

Haggard admitted he wrote
King Solomon’s Mines
in six weeks, a quickness that surprised his writer friends like Andrew Lang and Robert Louis Stevenson. The latter sent Haggard a letter cautioning him about excessive haste. Yet the famed Belgian-born detective storywriter Georges Simenon (1903-1989) often wrote entire books even faster. The French novelist Stendhal (Marie Henri Beyle, 1783-1842) typically completed novels in a matter of weeks. Speed in writing per se is not necessarily a threat to quality; adventure writers in particular can be like the journalists of whom the noted critic Karl Kraus (1874-1936) wrote, “They write worse when they have time.” Pacing was essential for Haggard, who claimed that writing a text fast helped to energize it, making it irresistibly readable. He described his approach with typical dash in his autobiography,
The Days of My Life
(1926; see “For Further Reading”): “Such work should be written rapidly and, if possible, not rewritten, since wine of this character loses its bouquet when it is poured from glass to glass.”

The speed of writing translates to speed of reading, with as few impediments as possible to the reader’s momentum. Although there are a number of exotic words in King
Solomon’s
Mines that require annotation, their frequency decreases as the book advances, and Haggard often provides his own, perfectly serviceable translation of local terms. As a result, the reader does not need to pause to understand the reference, but can plunge ahead to find out what happens next, which is essential for the enjoyment of a real page-turner like
King Solomon’s Mines.

Despite Haggard’s speed and occasional carelessness about details,
King Solomon’s Mines
shows some real control of structural and stylistic elements, which is part of its lasting power. To cite one stylistic aspect used coherently throughout the book, Haggard used italics almost always to convey the horror of death, such as when an elephant picked up a servant
“and tore him in two”
(p. 46). In a cave discovered along his trip, Quatermain finds that a servant who was alive the night before is now
“stone dead”
(p. 68). These italics denoting urgent shock in relation to death recur throughout the story, like underlining in a letter excitedly dashed off to a friend.

One of Haggard’s goals, as expressed in “About Fiction” (
Contemporary Review,
February 1887), was to create an interesting book, as he felt the Anglo-American novel had declined into a series of dull domestic dramas. Haggard alluded to William Dean Howells (1837-1920), who wrote novels like
A Woman’s Reason
(1883), A
Modern Instance
(1882), and
The Rise of Silas Lapham
(1885), as an example. By focusing on the imaginative and fantastic domains, Haggard aimed at exciting the reader in the way that he felt naturalistic nineteenth-century fiction had ceased to do. In this goal he succeeded brilliantly, as generations of readers have conceded.

In
King Solomon’s Mines,
with a dour feeling of fatalism, the elephant hunter Allan Quatermain agrees to join a dangerous treasure hunt. Quatermain is presented as an amateur author, whose first statement at the beginning of the book is one of modesty, of being aware of his book’s “shortcomings.” As narrator, Quatermain dithers over lore and legends that he might have included in
King Solomon’s
Mines had he “given way to [his] own impulses” (p. 7). Authorship as a form of discipline and control is also expressed at the end of the story, when Quatermain announces, “And here, at this point, I think I shall end this history” (p. 207). The reader is reminded that the story does not end by itself; the writer ends it. Control and consciousness were keywords for Quatermain as an author—and quite possibly for Haggard as well.

Haggard’s protagonist Quatermain describes himself as a 55-year-old man who has survived the job of elephant hunter much longer than most of his colleagues. Quatermain explains at the start of his tale, “I am a timid man, and don’t like violence,” (p. 9) and near the end, after many heroics, he reiterates, “I never had any great pretensions to be brave” (p. 188). Such self-definitions are repeated throughout the book until the narrative itself begins to seem like a means of self-definition. The effort to write, as well as the events narrated, define the narrator.

There may not be much progression of character in
King Solomon’s Mines,
but Quatermain rings true precisely because of his lack of grandiose pretensions. Quatermain’s self-deflating tone may include something of Haggard’s own ironic self-regard. When Haggard traveled to Africa in 1914 and his photo was plastered on the local newspaper Natal Witness, Haggard noted in his diary that his image looked “exactly like that of the mummy of Rameses the Second,” a recently disinterred Pharaoh. This lack of vanity or vaingloriousness is unusual in a generation of writers on Africa that included such egomaniacs as Sir Richard Burton, translator of
The Arabian Nights.

At the start of chapter 1, Quatermain informs us: “I am not a literary man, though very devoted to the Old Testament and also to the ‘Ingoldsby Legends’” (p. 9); the latter is an early Victorian compilation of odd and grotesque jokes in prose and verse by Richard Harris Barham (1788-1845). Mention of
The Ingoldsby Legends
is a running gag throughout the
King Solomon’s Mines.
Quatermain misattributes lines from Walter Scott to “Ingoldsby” in a jape that resulted in a chiding letter from Robert Louis Stevenson, who thought the error was Haggard’s own, rather than his protagonist Quatermain’s. Reflecting its narrator’s literary tastes,
King Solomon’s Mines
veers in tone between the Victorian jokes of
The Ingoldsby Legends
and the sober majesty of the Old Testament. As the story advances, the Bible and
The Ingoldsby Legends
are repeatedly invoked until they are yoked together in an unlikely identification. During one potentially tragic moment in chapter 6 when Quatermain and his friends are dying of thirst, the narrator decides to read the poem “The Jackdaw of Rheims” from The
Ingoldsby
Legends (p. 59). Later, at the height of battle, Quatermain states: “Warlike fragments from the ‘Ingoldsby Legends,’ together with numbers of sanguinary verses from the Old Testament, sprang up in my brain like mushrooms in the dark” (p. 148). The disparate texts join as inspiration for the bloodbath to come.

The influence of the Bible on
King Solomon’s Mines
can hardly be overstated, starting with the title itself, which honors a biblical monarch renowned both for his wisdom and his wealth. Aside from many explicit references, there are also many biblical allusions, such as when Sir Henry Curtis convinces Quatermain to join the expedition to Africa. Curtis explains that the company will search for his lost brother Neville: “We had quarrelled bitterly, and I behaved very unjustly to my brother in my anger” (p.16). This description echoes the prose cadences of the King James Bible; the fratricidal story of Cain and Abel from the Bible is surely not far behind. This richness of reference is part of the lasting fascination of King
Solomon’s Mines.

When the travelers arrive at the Hall of the Dead to discover the beheaded, mummified corpse of a Zulu king, Quatermain likens this horrific image to Hamilton Tighe, a beheaded sailor who in
The Ingoldsby Legends
appears carrying his own head (p. 176).

The depiction of Africans in
King Solomon’s Mines
has rightly attracted much condemnation in recent years. At the start of the book, Quatermain announces that he doesn’t like calling natives by the term that today has become known as “the n-word” and yet he abundantly uses another term,
kafir,
which in South Africa is hardly less offensive (p. 11). The villainous king Twala is introduced as having “the most entirely repulsive countenance we had ever beheld. The lips were as thick as a negro’s, the nose was flat, it had but one gleaming black eye ... and its whole expression was cruel and sensual to a degree” (p. 96).

It is true that Quatermain says some Africans are gentlemen, while some “mean whites with lots of money” are not (p. 10). Still, the book contains some mean-spirited jokes against Africans, such as when some natives sample champagne belonging to their employers and Quatermain tells them that it is medicine and they are “as good as dead men. They went on to the shore in a very great fright, and I do not think that they will touch champagne again” (p. 27). Presumably this joke was intended as punishment for stealing champagne, but it seems unjustified all the same.