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Ordinary protagonists, ordinary invasions and John Wyndhams The Midwich Cuckoos

midwich cuckoos Ordinary protagonists, ordinary invasions and John Wyndhams The Midwich Cuckoos


One of the luckiest accidents in my wifes life is that she happened to marry a man who was born on the 26th of September, begins John Wyndhams'The Midwich Cuckoos. But for that we should both of us undoubtedly have been at home in Midwich on the night of the 26th-27th, with consequences which, I have never ceased to be thankful, she was spared.

Its interesting that in so many dystopian novels, or novels that contain dystopian elements, the protagonist is shunted forwards into the hero space. Our protagonist is so often the one that rails against whatever nightmarish situation is unfolding, the one who, for whatever reason, has the metier to triumph.

Wyndham, on the other hand, looks very much towards not only the ordinary, but often the uninvolved. In'The Day of the Triffids, for example, the protagonist misses being part of a global blindness pandemic by virtue of being held up in hospital. In'The Midwich Cuckoos, Richard and Janet Gayford happen to be away on the night that a mysterious force descends upon the town of Midwich in what becomes known as the Dayout event, an event that effectively freezes the population in timeand after which every female resident of child-bearing age, Janet excepted, finds herself pregnant.

The extreme ordinariness of Wyndhams protagonists, their almost irrelevance in the scheme of things is, I think, in part what makes his books so chilling. When we have a heroic protagonist at the helm of things, its easy for a book to feel vicarious and removed. Those sorts of circumstances affect other people, after all. Other people who arent us. Wyndhams, in contrast, have very much a there but for the grace of God go I aspect. Theres nothing special about them. Theyre just people like us.

Richard speaks the truth when he says, reflecting on the events, that even the most ordinary-seeming day is special for someone. But theres an irony to it. For him the Dayout (and what an ordinary name that is) is special because its his birthday: for the others its not the ordinary thing of Richards birthday thats special, but rather the Dayout event. His phrasing is so ambiguous that his irrelevance in the whole affair is hard to ignore.

Wyndhams focus on the uninvolved doesnt stop there, however. Non-participants Janet and Richard aside, even the town of Midwich itself is extraordinary only in its ordinariness. Its almost notoriously a place where things did not happen. The narrator adds that the town it appears, at some unknown time, simply to have occurred. Its a place thats largely been ignored for a millennium or so.

Even after the Dayout, though, the town doesnt suddenly screamingly claim a place on the map. The invasion is something thats hushed up and kept quiet: right to the very end, and despite all that goes on, Midwich remains completely unknown. Even its possible chosen one status is deflected by the fact that, unbeknownst to the residents, towns all over the world have apparently been afflicted by similar occurrences. Theres something that feels so small and somehow so British about the whole scenario: the idea that unpalatable things be ignored, to be spoken of perhaps only quietly during a parlour tea. (Kazuo Ishiguro'should get right on that.)

The invasion itself is disappointing in its dullness: it had not even been an interesting experience, since the prime requisite of interesting was, after all, consciousness, complains Mr Zellaby.'Mrs Clueys reaction to the whole event is to complain about having her telephone call disconnected; Mr Leebody is disgruntled when his radio signal is cut off.

Its an odd blend of denial and of a determined desire to find normalcy in distinctly unusual events.'But its familiar: just two weeks ago, I put down a series of bloodcurdling screams outside my apartment to a drunkard fooling around. It was only when I saw the police cars outside that I began to wonder whether Id been honest with myself about what Id heard.

For me, this is in large part what makes the horror of the novel. It feels almost humble, almost personal in its scope, rather than the overblown Orwell- and Huxley-inspired scenarios weve become so familiar with. Its terrifying because its such a'small thing, and small things, surely, are so more easily able to occur than large things. For that reason, theyre so much more readily able to be identified with.

There are myriad themes in this one that I could spend hours teasing outthe government censorship and interference; the Darwinian aspects of these strange'xenogenesis-type pregnancies, and the uneasy pre-emptive justice that the children see as essential to their survival. The idea of attempting to apply a justice system to individuals who may not be human, and indeed, what even makes a human. Its something that brings to mind Theodore Sturgeons'More than Human;'a similar notion is looked at in YA novel'1.4'by Mike Lancaster, which I'reviewed recently.'As a women I also found it possible to ignore what is effectively an instance of systemic rape, as well as the circumstances surrounding it. I personally took this as a representation of the sexual aggression and dominance that is wielded as a weapon against women; I also found it interesting that Wyndham depicted this in such a way that it is impossible to resort to victim-blaming.

I have to admit that when the book began using Mr Zellaby to expound these various theories, the intimate nature of the horror began to fall away slightly; the same, too, when the book zooms out to show the worldwide nature of the invasion. The sheer terror of the event is in its seeming randomness, its smallness, its closeness and its insurmountability, and by taking a step back, I did feel that some of these elements were lost.

Still, even with this weakness, the book continually asserts the lack of reason and logic and personal vendetta in all that happens. One character says, Well, I mean, it'is an adversity, isnt it? After all, a thing like this wouldnt happen to us for no reason, would it? to which there are no few raised eyebrows.

Because thats exactly the case. Things can happen (or not happen) for no good reason, and to ordinary people who dont have the wherewithal to do anything at all about it. Because, honestly, if such a thing were to happen to you, what would you do?

Rating: star Ordinary protagonists, ordinary invasions and John Wyndhams The Midwich Cuckoosstar Ordinary protagonists, ordinary invasions and John Wyndhams The Midwich Cuckoosstar Ordinary protagonists, ordinary invasions and John Wyndhams The Midwich Cuckoosstar Ordinary protagonists, ordinary invasions and John Wyndhams The Midwich Cuckoosblankstar Ordinary protagonists, ordinary invasions and John Wyndhams The Midwich Cuckoos

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  1. I need to read another one of his books, but was thinking maybe The Chrysalids

  2. I brought home The Day of the Triffids from the library after reading a review of it as part of the A More Diverse Universe blog tour, but havent even opened it yet. Actually, The Midwich Cuckoos sounds more interesting, making you wonder about whether adapting quickly is just animal survival instinct (our spinal cord protecting the heart and brain) because we know instinctively that protesting or intervening in a situation might get you killed.

    • Stephanie /

      The Triffids is a remarkable read as well, and its one that I regularly push on people. Its a fascinating look into human specialisation and how our specialised approaches to work and life mean that we struggle to function when the wider support structures of our fellow citizens have been stripped away. The Midwich Cuckoos, I think, looks at this as well, although it definitely takes it furtherto the point of a collective intelligence.

      The eye for an eye (or eye for two eyes, really) approach in this one is disturbing, but the morality around it becomes hazy when youre not sure whether youre dealing with two groups of people, or two entirely different species. Of course, if you take the children and the adults as representative of developed countries vs developing ones, there are further moral ambiguities again.

  3. What a cool concept, the ordinary protagonist and story teller. I put it on hold at the library already. I think one of the reasons I so enjoyed Stacia Kanes Chess Putnam series is her ordinary thoughts, feelings, and actions in the moment. Also, who uses a drug addict ant-hero as their protagonist for an urban fantasy series?

    • Stephanie /

      All of Wyndhams books (at least the three that Ive read) seem to look at this idea: how normal people would fare when placed in an extraordinary, or even slightly abnormal situation. Or how theyd cope if they werent a part of it at all. Theyre short reads, so Id recommend The Chrysalids and The Day of the Triffids while youre at it. :)

      I still really need to get my hands on those Kane books!

  4. I was about eleven I think when I first read Midwich Cuckoos courtesy of my primary school teacher and loved it. I went on to read Day of the Triffids, The Chrysalids and The Kraken Wakes. I think Wyndham was probably responsible for my later obsession with horror novels.

    • Stephanie /

      I havent read The Kraken Wakes yet, although I plan to, but I loved The Triffids and The Chrysalids. His is certainly a special breed of horror!

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