'Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepth....'
By the 1950’s Wyndham wished to distance himself from the wealth of aliens present in the countless books and B Movies of the time, and this is well illustrated by the enemy in The Kraken Wakes. The aliens have some lateral tactics and remain unseen throughout. All the reader knows is that the ‘Krakens’ or ‘Xenobathites’ came from above (via crafts that resemble fireballs), take up residence below our waves, and clearly share with humans the ability to justify any action in the name of survival. The narrator is journalist Mike Watson whose role at first is one of observer as he charts the alien invasion from its arrival, to what may be the conclusion. In his wife Phyllis, Mike has a typical Wyndham heroine, comely, blonde, and bright.
The tension ratchets up throughout the opening phases of the novel, as the two foes wage an increasingly bitter war. Both sides have their different methods and weapons, so Earthlings and Xenobathites alike are dealing with a mysterious enemy deploying unfamiliar technology. Without wishing to spoil the plot too much (it is hinted at in the opening 'flashforward'), the ever prescient Wyndham then brings ice-cap melting into the scenario, which does not bode well for mankind. Climate-Change sceptics remember this was written over half a century ago, so just enjoy the innovative story. The title Kraken Wakes is a reference to the poetry of Tennyson, and also invokes an ancient fear of sea monsters, along side the hidden aliens. Disappointingly, the book was retitled Out of the Depths in the North American market.
Personal View: Beware includes spoilers
The kraken Wakes is perhaps Wyndham's most political work, as he takes swipes at Communism, Conservativism, and the Media. The author clearly has a disdain for the Soviet approach to diplomacy, but also observes that the effect on international commerce is one of the most persuasive arguments for action. It is also interesting to note that until two nuclear-carrying British Naval vessels are lost, the average Joe Soap is not entirely convinced that there really is an underwater alien presence, with the Soviets hitherto being blamed for the loss of shipping. Throughout the predictions of Doctor Bocker, an academic who has intuitive opinions on the Xenobathites, are met with derision.
In The Day of the Triffids narrator Bill Masen mentions that in some respects the catastrophe was made better by the fact so many people had died. Had 10-15% of the population have survived then mob rule would have resumed. In this novel Wyndham explores this further, though Government does not disappear entirely, much of the country descends into a tribal state. There is also an enormous refugee crisis to face as London, East Anglia and lowland regions are submerged. After successive wretched winters and huge flooding about an eighth of Britons have survived. However the final cause of most people's deaths was that of pneumonia. Boats have become a vital commodity even in upland areas.
Wyndham's climate change is more dramatic than the one discussed today, as the ice-caps are melted over the course of a few years. Global Warming was not envisaged, but Wyndham does give great thought to the challanges of rising sea-levels. The Kraken Wakes showcases first-class storytelling, though the ending is slightly anti-climatic, or at least the marvellous Phase Three could have been expanded just a little more. I especially liked the sudden manner in which the semi-apocalypse is introduced.
Wyndham does not give much detail to the Japanese breakthrough which signals a hopeful end to the book. It is just met with surprise by the characters. Yet he was never tempted to write very long books, preferring to leave questions in the reader's mind. Perhaps Wyndham was predicting the rise of Japan as a technological power, when the story was penned in 1953 this would not have been an obvious development.
As with The Midwich Cuckoo, the aliens are made interesting as much by what's not revealed about them. Are the Krakens desperately fleeing from some troubled or conquered planet, or is this normal behaviour for them? Are they singular in purpose, or wracked by the same devisive politics as humanity? Do the ocean deeps offer the aliens their last chance to avoid extinction? The enemy is literally unfathomable. Mike Watson is not even one hundred percent certain that the fireballs witnessed at the start are actually alien craft.
WYNDHAM uses the device of eavesdropping a considerable amount in Kraken Wakes from naval radio recordings, to the following overheard pub conversation:
When we arrived at the flat, and switched on the radio, we were just in time to hear of the sinkings of the aircraft-carrier Meritorious, and the liner Carib Princess.....
....In a pub off Oxford Street I happened across the whole thing condensed. A medium-built man who might have been a salesman in one of the large stores was putting his views to a few acquaintances.
'All right,' he said, 'say for the sake of argument they're right, say there are these whatsits at the bottom of the sea: then what I want to know is why we're not getting after 'em right away? What do we pay a navy for? And we've got atom bombs, haven't we? Well, why don't we go out to bomb 'em to hell before they get up to more trouble? Sitting down here and letting 'em think they can do as they like isn't going to help. Show 'em, is what I say, show 'em quick, and show 'em proper. Oh, thanks; mine's a light ale.'
Somebody raised the question of poisoning the ocean.
'Well, damn it, the sea's big enough. It'll get over it. Anyway, you could use H.E., too, 'he suggested.
Somebody else agreed that the size of the sea was a point: indeed, there was an awful lot of it for games of blind man's bluff. The first man wouldn't have that.
'They said the Deeps,' he pointed out. 'They've kept on talking about the Deeps. Then, for God's sake why don't they get cracking right away, and sock the Deeps, and sock the Deeps good and hard. They do know where they are, anyway. Who bought this one? here's luck.'
'I'll tell you why, chum,' said his neighbour, 'if you want to know. It's because the whole thing's a lot of bloody eyewash, that's why. Things in the frickin' Deeps, for crysake! Look, tell me this: we lose ships, the Yanks lose ships, the Japs lose ships - but do the Russians lose ships? Do they hell - and I'd like to know why not.'
Somebody suggested that it might be because the Russians hadn't many ships, anyway.
Somebody else remembered that away back at the time when the Keweenaw was lost the Russian had lost a ship, and not quietly, either.
'Ah,' said the complainant, but where are the independent witnesses? That's just the kind of camouflage you could expect from them.'
The feeling of the meeting, however, was not with him. But neither was it altogether with the first speaker. A third man seemed to talk for most of them when he said:
'You got to plan for it, like for anything else, I s'pose; but I must say - well, thanks, old man, just one for the road - I must say it'd make you feel easier to know somebody was really doing something about it.'