The Case Against Satan

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THE CASE AGAINST SATAN

RAY RUSSELL
was born in 1924 in Chicago, Illinois, and served in the U. S. Army in the South Pacific during World War II. After the war, he attended the Chicago Conservatory of Music and the Goodman Memorial Theatre and soon became executive editor of
Playboy
, where he played a vital role in turning the magazine into a showcase for imaginative fiction. At
Playboy
Russell published such writers as Ray Bradbury, Kurt Vonnegut, Richard Matheson, Robert Bloch, and Charles Beaumont, while also editing many of the bestselling
Playboy
anthologies, including
The Playboy Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy
and
The Playboy Book of Horror and the Supernatural
. His first novel,
The Case Against Satan
, was published in 1962, and his best known work,
Sardonicus
, was called “perhaps the finest example of the modern gothic ever written” by Stephen King. His work also included publications in
The Paris Review
and several screenplays, including
Mr. Sardonicus
,
The Horror of It All
, and
X: The Man with the X-Ray Eyes
. Russell received the World Fantasy Award for Lifetime Achievement in 1991. He passed away in Los Angeles in 1999.

LAIRD BARRON
is an award-winning writer of horror fiction. He has received three Shirley Jackson awards, for his collections
The Imago Sequence and Other Stories
and
Occultation and Other Stories
and for his novella
Mysterium Tremendum
. He has also been nominated for the Crawford Award, the Sturgeon Award, the International Horror Guild Award, the World Fantasy Award, and the Locus Award. His other works include two novels,
The Light Is the Darkness
and
The Croning
, and a story collection,
The Beautiful Thing That Awaits Us All
. He currently lives in upstate New York.

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First published in the United States of America by Ivan Obolensky, Inc. 1962

This edition with a foreword by Laird Barron published in Penguin Books 2015

Copyright © 1962 by Ray Russell

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Foreword copyright © 2015 by Laird Barron

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Cover art: Lola Dupré

For Henry

Whether the insane man creates his

hallucinations or whether insanity is

precisely the power to perceive objective

existences of another order, whether

higher or lower, than humanity, no

open-minded person can possibly

pretend to say . . .

H. C. Goddard

Diabolus Knocks

“For the last few hours, time had been moving on wings of lead, dragged down by the relentless gravitational field of horror.”

—
RAY RUSSELL

I am unable to read a book such as Ray Russell's
The Case Against Satan
without experiencing a flashback to adolescence. My father, a Marine and Vietnam veteran, was also a determined agnostic. My mother converted to fire-breathing Christian fundamentalism during her late twenties. Try to imagine the breadth and depth of the resulting schism in our household. For many years our family resided deep in the Alaska wilderness in a rustic cabin. The isolation and inescapable proximity of one another lent an aspect of Spartan harrowing to my parents' frequent pitched battles on the topic of spiritual belief as it pertained to life philosophy, and child rearing in particular.

Both parents read avidly. Despite her rigid faith that frowned upon a multitude of artistic expressions, my mother never could bear to destroy the trunks jammed with moldering paperbacks. Science fiction, westerns, pulp fantasy, and romance were represented, to be sure. However, scattered among this fare were darker, more subversive gems, such as
The Haunting of Hill House
,
Audrey Rose
, and
The Shining.
I read these and many others, always in secret, and always aware of the dire punishment that awaited should I be discovered polluting my mind with the literature of corruption. Consequently, I became quite fond of horror, the more blasphemous the better.

Always popular to some degree, visceral tales of the supernatural and the occult have resurged of late. Demonic possession, a staple of 1960s and 1970s cinema and book racks, powers recent film and television hits such as
The Conjuring
,
Oculus
, and the
American Horror Story
franchise. The aftermath of an exorcism as documented by reality television is the subject of
A Head Full of Ghosts,
crime and suspense author Paul Tremblay's new novel that received great attention when first acquired. There's no question in my mind that Ray Russell's
The Case Against Satan
is a primary source in the modern iteration of gothic horror. His novel preceded the new wave as well as canonical works of the occult such as Ira Levin's
Rosemary's Baby
and, of course, William Peter Blatty's
The Exorcist
.

Russell ventured into the dark heart of the matter fifty-two years ago.
The Case Against Satan
chiefly concerns a triangle of human souls, two fighting to preserve the third from eternal damnation. Like all great struggles, it doesn't lack for bloodshed or tears. Within this black triangle of two priests versus a young woman who may or may not be inhabited by Satan himself, there is an undercurrent of stylistic flourish. Russell writes with an austere, yet calculatedly lush, deployment of description that reminds me of Ingmar Bergman's visual cinematic brilliance, and most especially
The Seventh Seal.
The tenor of the philosophical clashes between the old guard, Bishop Crimmings, and his younger protégé, Father Sargent, and, in turn, their sparring with the “demon,” is reminiscent of Bergman's knight crusader playing chess against Death. Bishop Crimmings remarks to Father Sargent, “with the years, we all become parodies of ourselves.” And in another instance, Russell describes the protestations of the “possessed” girl thusly: “She stopped laughing and screamed, like an animal falling upon a spear.” These lines embody a simple, incisive elegance that is indicative of the entire text.

That simplicity, that directness, is a potent technique. It enables the artist to best capture the essence of a subject that the mind's eye has difficulty encompassing. The lack of padding or ostentation brings one oh, so very much nearer the howling truth scholars and poets have tried to broach for ages.

The story is ever the thing and stories that resonate the most are personal. During the latter years of my youth, I traveled across the Alaska Range and pedaled steadily behind a team of huskies along the frozen Yukon. There were moments when the sun coagulated between the teeth of distant peaks and the brass shell of sky peeled back to reveal the stars welded to a deeper darkness, and the moon would heave, yellow as an old cracked skull bone of some massive space-faring thing. I would be reminded with the cold that seeped up through the soles of my boots and stole into my blood that I was minute and impermanent, that every work of civilization is a speck upon the face of a speck floating upon an infinite abyss.

I would sometimes recall my mother's severe conception of Almighty God, how time and space are naught save for the benefit of man's feeble capacity to comprehend. The universe, vast beyond mortal reckoning, is a fixed point to the Lord. He exists outside such boundaries.
Within
those inconceivably vast boundaries, Lucifer holds dominion. No matter the distance, the Prince of Darkness is never farther away than a whisper.

Russell understood that fear and curiosity drive us. The ritual of exorcism is a compelling subject, and one that looms correspondingly large in the imagination. His descriptions do not flinch from sexuality or the grim reality of corruption and abuse within the Church, the family cell, or, indeed, all too many a human heart. His urbane approach belies a brutal, and occasionally savage, demolition of the polite and politic façade that adorns the basic infrastructure of civilization. Russell pits science and modern philosophy against tradition and superstition in a resulting classic. It's the kind of book, brim with impertinent, perhaps even impious, queries that surely ruffled feathers in its time. Incest, rape, “whiskey priests,” vulgarity and lasciviousness, and yea, the moral failings of the men who wear the collar are confronted in their turn. I've no doubt this book will ruffle a few more feathers in years to come.

Any discussion of
The Case Against Satan
must level at least a mention of its relative, published eight years later, William Peter Blatty's
The Exorcist
. In both novels, a pair of Catholic priests join forces to rid a young girl of an inhabiting demon.
The Case Against Satan
is enigmatic and elides a strict pronouncement of verified supernatural intrusion while
The Exorcist
drinks deeply of occult horror with a lurid fervor. Blatty's novel is bombastic and sensationalistic, much further reaching in scope and setting; its protagonist, Regan, is younger, and the demonic presence, although denied at first by the parent, is eventually confirmed as a narrative reality. Blatty's action is dramatic, his language explicit.

The Exorcist
reads much like an expansion of Russell's short novel, a supernatural thriller built upon the framework of a more naturalistic and restrained story, a story pared to its essential inspiration, a real-life exorcism. In its stripped refinement, Russell's cuts a bit closer to the bone. The point of
The Exorcist
is the confrontation and ultimate (albeit at terrible cost and to temporary effect) defeat of evil. The point of
The Case Against Satan
is the discovery of truth. In both cases, the participants meet with definitively mixed success.

Russell's subjects are timeless—the tension between rationalism and faith, and between the aforementioned forces of good and evil. It is a tension ratcheted ever tighter by the verbal jousting of his protagonists, skeptic and true believer, respectively. Penitent and agnostic alike; Cro-Magnon, Neanderthal, and
Homo sapiens
—we have always longed for the numinous and the ineffable. From ancient petroglyphs to illuminated manuscripts to towering electric crucifixes, we have repeatedly and relentlessly demonstrated that longing.

We yearn for enlightenment regarding the elusive mysteries that attend death and what lies beyond its threshold. As long as we postulate the notion of an external force of malevolence, evil in the metaphysical sense, classic books squarely in the wheelhouse of the gothic and the occult, such as
The Case Against Satan,
will continue to enthrall modern audiences. To paraphrase the late Christopher Hitchens, religion was mankind's first and therefore worst tool for understanding the world. Yet for all that, mankind measures knowledge by the thimble. Scientific progress has diminished religion's absolute dominance over the hearts and minds of humanity, but inasmuch as traditions of millennia erode slowly and stubbornly, and inasmuch as the greater secrets of the universe remain a tantalizing mystery despite technological advances, holy texts and their teachings endure as sources of succor and fascination.

A tale well told regarding the struggle between good and evil will never go out of style. Good and evil are components of something larger than ourselves, an essential
something
we wish to understand yet likely never will in this existence and so resort to the wisdom of those who have taken a crack at it and come closest. Ray Russell is one who has assayed the challenge and, decades later,
The Case Against Satan
is our reward, a jigsaw puzzle that sketches the profiles of the divine and the infernal with a few pieces artfully left in his pocket.

LAIRD BARRON