‘The Vertical Ladder’ by William Sansom

Sansom, William 1960

The Vertical Ladder by William Sansom, 1960

The magic trick:

Focusing nearly every sentence on the mans climb

I’m scared of heights. Pretty bad. I get vertigo quickly and I can’t control the images my brain starts producing. Bridges, balconies, and especially airplanes. It’s ugly.

So with that said I’m probably not the toughest reader out there to impress with this story. Still, it’s not everyday that a story can make you feel dizzy and send the sweat glands in your palms into a frenzy. Bravo, Mr. Sansom, you almost gave me a panic attack.

How? Well, obviously, it helps that his audience – me – was susceptible to this kind of fear. But it’s more than that. Sansom is relentless with the action, and he really doesn’t devote much time here to anything but the action. We get no backstory, very little context, even less in the way of characterizations. It’s just boom – young man is climbing an old gas tower and he starts to panic halfway up. That’s it.

It might sound simple, but that kind of focus is rare. Literally, every sentence, once the young man starts up the vertical ladder, is about the climb. He considers every detail of both the climb itself and the sensations the experience is rendering within our climber. I’m getting kind of anxious just recapping right here, no joke. And that’s quite a trick on Sansom’s part.

The selection:

Here for a moment Flegg had paused. He had rested his knees up against the last three steps of the safely slanting wooden ladder, he had grasped the two side supports of the rusted iron that led so straightly upwards. His knees then clung to the motherly wood, his hands felt the iron cold and gritty. The rust powdered off and smeared him with its red dust; one large scrap flaked off and fell on to his face as he looked upwards. He wanted to brush this away from his eye, but the impulse was, to his surprise, much less powerful than the vice-like will that clutched his hands to the iron support. His hand remained firmly gripping the iron, he had to shake off the rust-flake with a jerk of his head. Even then this sharp movement nearly unbalanced him, and his stomach gulped coldly with sudden shock.

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3 Comments on “‘The Vertical Ladder’ by William Sansom”

  1. Gene Brode, Jr. says:

    Freaky. I’m with you after a certain height, but especially in the open air.

  2. tussin100bob says:

    I read this story In the Second Pan book of horror stories. In a book full of gruesome and maccabre stories – this is the one that raised my heartbeat and wet my palms. It just goes to show that a horror story does not have to come at you lolling out of the dark – with its blood and giblets screaming – for it to truly horrific.

    This guys descriptive powers are first class ” The sun flooded the park and streets with sudden heat – Flegg and his friends felt stifled by their thick winter clothes … the air seemed almost sticky from the exhalations of buds and swelling resins.

    I had to google this guy to see what other stuff he wrote and came across this blog. I like the
    idea, will bookmark it and pop back to read more.

    Cheers


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