Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the Case of the Gullible Deist
by
Harry W. Crocker III
Authors
are bad judges of their work. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock
Holmes is an immortal creation. But Doyle thought his greatest book
was The
White Company – a medieval adventure into which he had poured
a cornucopia of research.
The
line, however, from research-effort to literary-reward is rarely
true, straight or constant, and in this case Doyle, to be frank,
strayed very far into the province of the duds. To be sure, one
can, if one has the stamina and the imagination, lift from the pages
of The White Company insights into peasant politics,
how common soldiers jostled along the emergence of democracy and
whatnot. But more interesting, perhaps, is the light it casts on
the attitudes of Doyle himself.
Doyle
was a fallen away Catholic – fallen away, allegedly, because he
could not accept the Church’s claim of Extra Ecclesiam Nulla
Salus (no salvation outside the Church) as taught by a zealous
Jesuit. Nevertheless, Doyle fully embraced the late 19th-century
English gentleman’s religion of chivalry, and in The White Company
one sees plenty of heartiness, comradeship, and eagerness to fight,
along with pooh-poohing Church teaching that runs against "nature"
(celibacy), joshing the supposed pedantry of scholasticism and so
on.
In
one early passage in the book, the monastery-raised Alleyne Edricson
threatens violence against his villainous brother for harassing
a maid. "For a moment the blood of the long line of hot-headed
thanes was too strong for the soft whisperings of meekness and mercy.
He was conscious of a fierce wild thrill through his nerves and
a throb of mad gladness at his heart, as his real human self burst
for an instant the bonds of custom and of teaching which had held
it so long."
The
key phrase here is "his real human self." Alleyne’s monastic
schooling is seen as having suppressed what is authentically human
and real beneath inhibiting, inherited folderol. In his autobiographical
novel The
Stark Munro Letters, Doyle’s title character disparages
the Bible as a fairy tale, and a somewhat nasty one. Stark Munro
also says this: "Catholicism is the more thorough. Protestantism
is the more reasonable. Protestantism adapts itself to modern civilization.
Catholicism expects civilization to adapt itself to it."
So
far so interesting. Then he adds that "the main trunk is rotten
beneath them, and both must in their present forms be involved sooner
or later in a common ruin. The movement of human thought, though
slow, is still in the direction of truth, and the various religions
which man sheds as he advances (each admirable in its day) will
serve, like buoys dropped down from a sailing vessel, to give the
rate and direction of his progress."
In
this, Stark Munro would appear to speak for Doyle. Munro is a deist,
and in a way Doyle was, too. But deism is an easy way out. It is
a belief, after all, that exists only in one’s mind, having no form
in much-disparaged "organized religion." As such, a deist
is responsible for nothing in his religion, because it, in fact,
doesn’t exist. There are no scandals to disturb him, no human reality
to intrude, no grappling in detail with morals and philosophy such
as makes Catholicism "thorough." There is simply a smug
confidence in oneself and one’s self-designed God who is a chap
remarkably like oneself.
Doyle’s
sense of his own sophistication in matters religious – the same
sort of pseudo-sophistication adopted by many people today – is
really the most childish make-believe. And this became apparent
later in his life.
Doyle
became the perfect case study of G.K. Chesterton’s much-quoted dictum
that "when men cease to believe in God they don’t believe in
nothing, they believe in anything." Doyle became a "spiritualist"
and was fully convinced in his later years – as a man of science,
a qualified medical doctor – that fairies really existed, and he
stood foursquare behind crank photographs that claimed to illustrate
the fact.
The
man who supposedly stood on the side of reason – as modern, secularist
man supposedly stands on the side of reason – had actually taken
leave of reason (as has modern man). Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger can
tell us why: "Meaning that is self-made is in the last analysis
no meaning. Meaning, that is, the ground on which our existence
as a totality can stand and live, cannot be made but only received."
That is one of the great Catholic insights into the nature of truth.
And
when it comes to writing an historical novel, all the research in
the world cannot make up for that lack of understanding.
One
can’t help but sense in reading The White Company that something
is missing from the tale. Chivalry lacks purpose and meaning and
ultimately cannot survive without the religion that created and
shaped it. Though the novel opens in a monastery and treats of the
Church, it does not have the faith, and it tells.
So
when it comes to historical novels, here’s a dictum to read by:
Dumas on the 17th century (The Three Musketeers) is better
than Doyle on the 14th century (The White Company). And when
it comes to Doyle, stick to the character that Doyle yearned to
abandon as he abandoned his faith, stick to the Thomistic Sherlock
Holmes.
January
10, 2003
H.
W. Crocker III [send him
mail] is the author of the newly published Triumph:
The Power and the Glory of the Catholic Church, A 2,000-Year History
as well as Robert
E. Lee on Leadership.
His comic novel, The
Old Limey,
has recently been reissued in paperback. A version of this
piece originally appeared in The
National Catholic Register.
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