How It Feels To Die, By One Who Has Tried It
By Grant Allen
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Grant Allen
Grant Allen (1848-1899) was a Canadian novelist and science writer. While his early writing in the fields of psychology, botany, and entomology sought to support Charles Darwin’s work on evolutionary theory, Allen later turned to fiction and eventually wrote around 30 novels. Friends with Arthur Conan Doyle, Grant Allen was a lesser-known early innovator in crime and detective fiction. His wide-ranging literary output, which influenced William James, G.K. Chesterton, and Sigmund Freud, was often deemed controversial for its critical views on social constructs such as marriage, gender, and religion.
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How It Feels To Die, By One Who Has Tried It - Grant Allen
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Prologue to the ShandonPress Edition
This is a collection of stories by Grant Allen, published in various years. The title story is personal. Allen nearly drowned when he fell through the ice while skating as a boy in Canada, and wrote about the experience anonymously for the Pall Mall Gazette in 1892. He claimed to have been as dead as he ever can be or will be
and that he had no after death
experiences. This suited his atheistic position, of course. In fact he was not dead
at all; just unconscious, and he was quickly revived by brandy and massage.
The last two are non-fiction essays by Allen about the craft of writing in his time. Here are brief reviews by Peter Morton:
'A SCRIBBLER'S APOLOGY'. A splendidly agonised piece about the true social worth of the journeyman writer's life, particularly the worth (if any) of the kind of 'tootler' which Allen represents himself as being. Published in the Cornhill in May 1883.
'THE TRADE OF AUTHOR'. This remarkable article, published in the Fortnightly Review in 1889, has just been identified as by Grant Allen. (It is not attributed in the Wellesley Index.) It is a brilliant analysis of the professional writer's plight at the time, worthy to be set against Gissing's New Grub Street.
HOW IT FEELS TO DIE. BY ONE WHO HAS TRIED IT. (1892)
The July number of the Proceedings of the Society for Psychical Research contains some remarkable experiences by contributors who claim to have been at least temporarily dead. In both cases they allege that they passed into a new and conscious after-death existence. A well-known correspondent who also claims to have been practically dead sends us his experience, which, it will be seen, differs very considerably from those which are related in the Journal of the Psychical Society.
All my life long I have been singularly destitute, I believe, of that physical shrinking from death which so many human beings feel so acutely. I do not mean that I am in any hurry to die; as long as things go on tolerably well with me in the world, I have no insuperable objection to continue living; but whenever I stand face to face with death, as has happened to me several times in the course of my career, I regard the prospect of annihilation with perfect equanimity. I can honestly declare that all such occasions my only doubts and fears have been for the safety and the pecuniary position of the survivors, especially of those more immediately dependent upon me. For myself, I have never felt one moment's disquietude. And I attribute this entire absence of fear of death to the unusual fact that I have once already tried dying, and found it by no means a painful or terrifying experience. I mean what I say quite literally. I have not the slightest hesitation in asserting that once in my life I really and truly died — died as dead as it is possible for a human being to die: that that I was afterwards resurrected. I have felt and know the whole feeling of death — not part of it only, but the actual end of dying. I did not stop halfway; I died and was done with it; and when I came back to life again it was no mere case of awaking from which is foolishly called 'suspended animation', but a genuine revival, a restoration of vitality to a man as dead as he ever can be or will be.
It happened in this wise; and, though it was a good many years since, I have still a most vivid recollection of every moment of it. I had been skating on a lake in a very cold country. I am intentionally vague because I do not desire to disclose my personality. The surface was smooth as glass, and perfectly free from snow or ridges. But, not far from where I was skating, some men had been cutting out great blocks of ice the day before, for summer use, and had neglected to mark the spot by a danger signal, as compelled by law, so as to prevent accidents. During the night this open space of blue water had frozen over slightly —perhaps an inch thick — forming a continuous sheet with the other and much thicker ice about it, so that from a little distance it was quite impossible to detect the difference. I skated incautiously from the solid ice on to this thinner piece; and, moving with considerable impetus, went through it at once, and was carried on under the thicker and firmer ice beyond it. The first thing I knew was that I found myself plunged suddenly into ice-cold water, and struggling for my life, in skates and winter clothes, against chill and drowning.
I went down like lead. When I came up again, it was with my head against the solid ice. If I had had full possession of my faculties, I would have looked about for the hole by which I broke through and endeavoured to swim under water for it. But I was numbed with the cold, and stunned with the suddenness of the unexpected ducking; so, instead of looking for the soft place by which I had got in, I tried ineffectually to break the thick ice over my head by bumping and butting against it. In so doing, I do not doubt, I must have made matters worse by partially stunning myself. At any rate, I could not break it, and was soon completely numbed by the cold. I gasped and swallowed a great deal of water. I felt my lungs filling. A moment of suspense, during which I knew perfectly well I was drowning, intervened; and then — I died. I was drowned and dead. I knew it then, and I have never since for a moment doubted it.
Just before I died, however, I noticed — deliberately noticed — for I am psychological by nature — that my whole past life did not come up, as I had been given to understand it would, in a single flash before me. On the contrary, I felt only a sense of cold and damp and breathlessness, a fierce wild struggle, a horrible choking sensation, and then all was over.
I was taken out stone-dead. Unless extreme remedies had been applied, I would have remained stone-dead till the present moment. If nothing more had been done, my body would have undergone no further change till decomposition set in. Heart and lungs had ceased to act: I was truly dead; there was nothing more that could happen to me to make me any deader. However, a friend who was skating with me raised the alarm, and I was shortly after pulled out again, still dead, with a boathook. They tried artificial respiration, brandy, heat — all the recognised means of reviving a corpse after drowning. After a while, they brought me back; I began to breathe again. But I call it absurd to speak of my condition meanwhile as one of 'suspended animation'. The phrase is unscientific. I was dead and nothing else: I did not doubt it at the time; I have never since doubted it. Mere theological theorists may talk about something they call the soul not having yet left the body. I know nothing of all that, though I don't see how they can tell so confidently whether in such a case as mine the soul, if