
Darker Than You Think
Jack Williamson | Berkley Medallion | 1969 (first published 1940) | 282 pages
How dark can a novel really pretend to be, when it features a naked, red-haired witch riding on the back of a sabre-tooth tiger?
After attending an airport press conference held by his estranged former professor, small-town reporter Will Barbee is plunged into a nightmare world of murderously vivid dreams. Dr. Mondrick, along with a few of Barbee’s former university colleagues, has just returned from a scientific exhibition in the Gobi Desert, and intimates the discovery of a major finding in human evolution. Before making his announcement to the press, Dr. Mondrick is mysteriously killed, and his research team flees from the scene.
At the airport, Barbee meets fellow reporter April Bell, a vivacious young woman who immediately captivates his imagination. Barbee is puzzled by her strange behaviour during the event, however, and ultimately elicits a strange confession. April Bell is a witch, and she killed Dr. Mondrick to protect her fellow witch-folk from the dangers inherent in Mondrick’s undisclosed discovery.
While Barbee ponders the meaning of April’s uncanny revelation, he begins to suffer from chronic nightmares. In his dream state, he takes the form of a huge gray wolf, and along with a similarly transformed April Bell, begins to stalk and murder the remaining members Dr. Mondrick’s research party. When he awakens, Barbee is horrified to learn that the fates of his dream victims have also manifested in the waking world.
The dream-wolf April Bell feeds Barbee a load of pseudo-scientific babble, covering the emergence of ancient races of witches, eugenics, telepathy, ESP, and astral projection. She desires to recruit him into protecting the emergent “Child of Night”, a messiah-like witch who will revitalize their ancestral line. This unloading of information feels inorganic, with April Bell serving as a convenient mouthpiece for all the supernatural context.
There is a slight sense of rinse-and-repeat to Barbee’s dreams, in which he murders another of his friends, awakens to discover they have actually been killed, and then begins to question his own sanity. The dreams themselves are entertaining, with Barbee and April Bell shifting into various forms beyond just wolves. Snakes, sabre-tooth tigers, and even pterosaurs become his astral plane killing vessels. As Barbee reluctantly takes the necessary action to kill, April goads him forward with her reading of the probabilities of the situation, like a demented dungeon master deciphering the roll of a twenty-sided die.
Barbee’s reactions also become repetitive, always ineffectually questioning his dream kills. After much agonizing, he invariably follows April’s instructions. Even the language of the book frequently repeats, with multiple descriptions of various creatures as “tawny” and April’s astral state as a “white wolf bitch.”
Limitations notwithstanding, the book possesses an appealing noirish atmosphere, with its hapless, alcoholic protagonist driven into near-madness by a dangerous femme-fatale—who (in a break from noir tradition) sometimes rides naked astride his transmogrified bestial back.













