Literature / Vathek
(alternatively titled Vathek, an Arabian Tale or The History of the Caliph Vathek
) is a Gothic Horror
novel written by William Beckford. It was composed in French beginning in 1782, and then published in 1786 without Beckford's name as "An Arabian
Tale, From an Unpublished Manuscript," claiming to be translated directly from Arabic. (this was in fact an English translation by Reverend Samuel Henley). The novel chronicles the fall from power of the Caliph Vathek (a fictionalized version of the historical Al-Wathiq), who renounces Islam and engages with his mother, Carathis, in a series of licentious and deplorable activities designed to gain him supernatural powers.
As a public domain work, it can be found at Project Gutenberg.
This story provides examples of:
- "Arabian Nights" Days: Mixed with Gothic Horror.
- Deadly Gaze: Vathek has one.
... when he was angry one of his eyes became so terrible that no person could bear to behold it, and the wretch upon whom it was fixed instantly fell backward, and sometimes expired.
- Despair Event Horizon: The ultimate punishment of Hell forces one to cross this, along with having eternal fire burning in one's chest cavity.
- Dude Looks Like a Lady: Gulchenrouz.
This Gulchenrouz was the son of Ali Hassan, brother to the Emir, and the most delicate and lovely creature in the world.... Nouronihar loved her cousin more than her eyes; both had the same tastes and amusements, the same long, languishing looks, the same tresses, the same fair complexions, and when Gulchenrouz appeared in the dress of his cousin he seemed to be more feminine than even herself.
- Also a Non-Action Guy:
... his dancing was light as the gossamer waved by the zephyrs of spring, but his arms, which twined so gracefully with those of the young girls in the dance, could neither dart the lance in the chase, nor curb the steeds that pastured his uncle’s domains.
- Dumb Is Good: Or maybe Ambition Is Evil, especially when it leads to The Dark Arts and Scientific Sins:
Such shall be the chastisement of that blind curiosity, which would transgress those bounds that the wisdom of the Creator has prescribed to human knowledge; and such the dreadful disappointment of that restless ambition, which, aiming at discoveries reserved for beings of a supernatural order, perceives not, through its infatuated pride, that the condition of man upon earth is to be— humble and ignorant.
- Eunuchs Are Evil: Averted; Bababalouk is at worst a Punch-Clock Villain whose badness is mainly in working for someone like Vathek.
- Evil Sorceror: Carathis, with a touch of Mad Scientist as well.
- Faking the Dead: Fakreddin, Noureddin's father, does this with her and Gulchenrouz in an attempt to keep Vathek away from her. It doesn't work.
- The Hedonist: Vathek built five sub-palaces (annexes) to his own hereditary palace, each devoted to one of the senses.
- Hell: Vathek, Noureddin, and Carathis end up there (called "The Palace of Subterranean Fire" in the story) in their quest for power. Has a fire and brimstone aspect in that the hearts of sinners are consumed with the flames of their sins such that it shines through their bodies.
- Human Sacrifice: Vathek goes so far as to sacrifice fifty children to an evil genie. They are saved by a Genie ex Machina.
- My Beloved Smother: Carathis is somewhere between this and Evil Matriarch, as she is always spurring Vathek on to greater heights of pride.
- Our Genies Are Different: Some are evil, but some are devout Muslims and try to save Vathek from himself.
- Religious Horror: With an Islamic flavor, for once.
- Sacred Hospitality: Vathek rips this idea down and dances on it, particularly by stealing away his host's daughter in defiance of her Arranged Marriage to Gulchenrouz.
- Satan: Going by the name of Eblis here.
- Shown Their Work: Vathek is capped off by an extensive series of endnotes. Some of which have footnotes.note
- Spoiled Brat: Nouronihar, whose first appearance in the story involves playing a mean prank on Bababalouk, just because she can.
- Villainous Glutton: Vathek, and how! This is his appetite dulled by stress:
The Caliph, nevertheless, remained in the most violent agitation; he sat down indeed to eat, but of the three hundred covers that were daily placed before him could taste of no more than thirty-two.