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The Magical Quest of John Cowper Powys

John Cowper Powys

“ … it is possible to find your life-cult and pursue your life-cult in complete independence of the community in which you have been thrown.”

So said John Cowper Powys in his Autobiography – surely one of the most extraordinary autobiographies ever written. The idea that everyone has a ‘life-illusion’ is not an uncommon idea, but only Powys, I think, took this to such self-conscious extremes that he made its realisation his personal life quest as well as embodying it in the characters of his novels.

But is the statement above true? Can we really have a life that is completely independent of the society in which we live? There are various ways of approaching this question. If we take it as a version of the nature –v- nurture argument we may well conclude that, certainly, the personality, sexuality and other aspects of a particular individual may challenge, or be challenged by, the conventions of some historical/social contexts more than others. So it might be a matter of luck for particular individuals, with particular predilections, to be born into one society or historical period rather than another. But, if they then find themselves outside the ‘mainstream’ it is, at least in reasonably tolerant societies, possible to become part of sub-cultural communities without ceasing to be part of 'mainstream' social life.

I think Powys had something rather different in mind. His ‘life-cult’ was a peculiarly individual thing that wouldn’t necessarily be shared with anyone else. In some ways it is like a secret life that is lived alongside the public life and completely independent of it. Like solipsism, this is an attractive proposition but one which is difficult to maintain (a difficulty which did not defeat J C Powys it must be said). There is no recourse here to psychological theories which suggest a shadow self or unconscious mind operating beneath the everyday conscious self. Powys’s secret life is a fully conscious affair, lived to the full, and mediating the outer life rather than operating at one remove from it.

That most of us have such a life is not in question. But the elevation of that life to a fully-conscious and deliberate ‘life-cult’ to be lived out regardless of public approval or disapproval and, indeed, not in any way dependent on social processes or even any other individual, is a remarkable assertion of individual human potential, characterized by Powys elsewhere as a ‘magical quest.

I will leave readers of this blog with the following further quote from the Autobiography:
“To believe nothing, to be a Pyrrhonian sceptic down to the very bottom of your nature, and yet to put into practice – if not actually to feel – many of the most subtle emotions which have been from time to time immemorially linked up with the idea of a saint, does not that strike your mind, reader, not only something for which irony, with all its nuances, is only a rough-and-tumble synonym, but something which a real step forward in that planetary casuistry with the difficulties of which all higher intelligences are forever struggling?”
Does it?


There is a lively assessment of J C Powys's life and literary achievements by Margaret Drabble


  1. Heron---this really has become a completely unmissable blog. You writeabout all these amazing things with such erudition and grace: I find JCP TERRIFYING. Fascinating like almost no one else---Wold Solent in particular---but a really unnerving, wild, sui generis intellect and perceiver/transformer of the world. So thanks for this---must get the autobiography.

  2. 'wolf solent'--been on the calvados, sorry.

  3. Yes JCP is certainly a challenge. I first discivered him when a fellow student told me he had read all of Wolf Solent but the last couple of pages because he couldn't bear to finish it. Undaunted I did finish it and went on to A Glastonbury Romance. But the real biggie, even in its expurgated version is Porius. Myrddin Wyllt, Taliesin, Porius .. are all just versions of Powys's secret self in one way and another. Yet he really does convey a strangeness that is convincingly the Dark Ages right down to Porius having it off with a giantess who smells of hay on the slopes of Cadair Idris.


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