John Blackburn (1) (1923–1993)

What can I say? Halloween Bingo made me do it. Normally, I don't read horror from the 1960s. I was put off by all those smug, seedy, in-it-for-the-naughty-bits Denis Wheatley books that were everywhere when I started reading horror in the 1970s. I picked up 'Nothing But The Night' as a strongly recommended example of 1960s British horror. I knew it had been made into a movie and I was intrigued to see a horror book with a title that referenced Houseman's 'A Shropshire Lad'.

The story follows a pattern of apparently accidental deaths that might be murders that befall the members of a charity run by a bunch of millionaire philanthropists. Is it a series of bizarre coincidences or an evil plot or the act of one mentally disturbed woman who believes she has the sight? And are the children at the luxury orphanage that the charity runs in danger or are they dangerous? These questions are asked and answered by two men with no official authority but who are both prominent establishment figures. One holds the rank of General and is an approaching-retirement overwatch-only leader in British Intelligence. The other is a Nobel Prize-winning scientist, specialising in creating new antibodies, a Knight of the Realm, and a survivor of the Warsaw Ghetto and Belsen.

It took me a while to settle into the story, partly because of the slightly sparse storytelling style but mostly because I kept getting distracted by how much I disliked 1960s Britain. John Blackburn did a good job of pressing my prejudice buttons. I'm glad I was still a child in the 1960s if this is what the adults were like.

Initially, I felt that none of the male characters was worth knowing. It took me a little longer to realise that Blackburn's two male heroes are from the survived-the-war-and-am-a-little-surprised-to-be-here generation and were both deeply damaged men who had gone on to excel at what they did. I found I needed to revise the media-generated Swinging London image of the 1960s when I thought about what it meant when all the people in power had been through six years of a brutal war.

The way the men talked about women was also distracting. The women who prepare the data for the computer are referred to as girls and not one of them is given a line. A Sister at a hospital anticipates our heroes need for a fresh slide showing a cross-section of brain tissue and receives a 'good girl' comment, meant as praise and thanks.

The language on race was also annoying. I'd always assumed that the term Mulatto had fallen out of use in England before the First World War, but Blackburn uses it as common parlance to describe a mixed-race woman. This usage woke my Inner Pedant who, after harrumphing at the derogative language, pointed out that the correct offensive terminology for a woman of her ancestry would have been Mulatta. She was the only non-white character in the book and, by sheer co-incidence, was also a prostitute, a convicted murderer and a suspected terrorist.

In what was probably seen as a progressive move at the time, the heroes wife, a Russian woman who used to work as an analyst for Russian Intelligence, plays an active part in solving the mystery. This is even more remarkable as she's seven months pregnant. Yet, instead of admiring this, I got distracted by the fact that she smoked cigarettes and drank gin, even though I know my mother would have done the same.

Perhaps the most distracting scene was when the British secret service guy used a computer to analyse the data on several cases to see if they were related. We have a male boffin doing the jargon chat and 'girls' producing the punch cards (remember those? I do.).The description of the technology sounded OK up to the point the output arrived and it turned out to be a computer-generated report in plain English that a modern AI would struggle to produce and which would have been sheer sorcery in the 1960s And not one character thought it was odd.

Despite all the distractions, I found the first three quarters of the book quietly entertaining in an ahead-of-it's-time techno-thriller way but I couldn't see the horror part. Then Blackburn turned up the heat and delivered a really big and very creepy finish. There's a clever idea sitting at the heart of the plot that you can read as science or sorcery or both. Whichever you pick, the idea is an evil, corrupting, fundamentally repugnant one and Blackburn managed to blindside me with it.

I won't be seeking out 1960s horror for my TBR pile but I'm glad to have sampled a good quality example of the vintage.









John Blackburn (1923 - 1993) was a British novelist who wrote more than thirty horror and thriller novels. He published his first book in 1958 and his last in 1985.

Many of his books, including Nothing But The Night feature General Charles Kirk of British Intelligence, the scientist Sir Marcus Levin and his Russian wife Tania.

In 1973, Nothing But The Night was made into a film starring Christopher Lee and Peter Cushing.










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Blackburn has been neglected by posterity. In the days before King and Herbert he kept my horror juices flowing with his pulpy tales of British horror.

This one is no exception, being a completely bonkers plot with grail quests, rampant plagues, ancient evil and devil worship all told with his usual sly humor.

I'm glad I went back and re-read this... loads of fun and a reminder of how to keep a pulp novel moving along at pace without losing the reader along the way.

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