Ernest Raymond





Vince Gilligan has admitted that his pitch to studio executives for cash for Breaking Bad was, ‘Mr Chips becomes Scarface.’  Today finding someone who believes that Goodbye Mr Chips qualifies as a literary masterpiece and who regards James Hilton as a writer of exceptional merit is not easy.  The search is as difficult as locating Shangri La, the nirvana that the author imagined for The Lost Horizon, his other huge seller.   Goodbye Mr Chips is a class ridden and sentimental tale.  The book romanticises life in an English public school and overlooks an education system that disenfranchises the majority of the population.   Hilton wrote in a chatty style designed to offer emotional comfort to readers.   Although the overall themes of Goodbye Mr Chips have weight, the frequent observations and asides from Hilton are smug, albeit sometimes perceptive.  Goodbye Mr Chips describes the full working life of an adult, and despite the extra words the tale on paper is more slight than it should be.

Both Goodbye Mr Chips and The Lost Horizon require a transcendental love affair as a catalyst for the hero.  In Goodbye Mr Chips the marriage of his schoolteacher hero is described as ‘a triumphant success’.  This unequivocal intrusion into the imagination of the reader confirms the weakness of Hilton.   Modern readers may be sniffy about literary style but Goodbye Mr Chips and The Lost Horizon are remembered for a reason.  These two books, but none of the others written by Hilton, were iconic.  To utilise another favoured phrase of Breaking Bad creator Vince Gilligan, James Hilton twice found the ‘lightning in the bottle’, something that made his stories resonate.


To be able to speculate on what justifies not a life but an existence Breaking Bad needs Walt to have a dual identity or alternatives.   There are three Mr Chips, the shy man who exists before his marriage, the happy and confident chap who is married and the amiable and empathetic schoolteacher that exists after the death of his wife and new born child.  Rather than have gangsters on the prowl Hilton in Goodbye Mr Chips maintains English reserve and merely lets his schoolteacher fall in love and have a brief marriage.  Kathleen is an interesting character but after she dies the only steam that is left in the book is that which comes out of the kettle that boils the water for the afternoon teas that Chips takes with his pupils.  Somehow, though, the damned thing stays inside the head.

Ernest Raymond is not regarded as a literary giant  but he not only managed a great title and something special with We The Accused but also created Mr Olim a schoolteacher and volatile bully that terrorises his pupils.  Mr Olim is a superior book to Goodbye Mr Chips.  Before the book has ended the reader understands that Olim had no need to be popular.  Instead he was dedicated to education and was willing to use whatever means necessary to keep his pupils alert.


A weakness of Goodbye Mr Chips is that it assumes that the popularity Chips achieves after his transformational marriage must confirm that he is now a superior human being.  It denies his previous valid existence.  Yet the book has poignant moments.  No one can read Goodbye Mr Chips without wondering about how to lead a life and what awaits at death.  This, of course, is where Vince Gilligan came in with his existential fancies.

Once Walt cooks some crystal meth his lower middle class humility and fatalism soon encounter Walt Whitman and ambitious transcendentalism.  The murderous monster comes later.  A major surprise for English viewers is the stoicism of husband and father Walt in the opening episodes of Breaking Bad.  Walt has what Goodbye Mr Chips presents as a British characteristic, reserve and self-effacement.  For the British the Americans were the people who arrived in Britain during the second world war.  They had chocolates, cigarettes, cash and nylons, and more persuasive words for English women.  It takes effort for the British to imagine Americans making sacrifices and being shy, quiet or lonely.  In establishing himself as a kingpin drug dealer Walt becomes vicious and nasty.  He is, though, always paying a price even if the cost amounts to nothing more than being anxious or stressed.  In Breaking Bad even bad alter ego Heisenberg, makes sacrifices.


The movie Since You Went Away drips with sentiment but is accomplished.  It has to be  seen for the dance hall scene alone.  The black and white photography of Stanley Cortez has never been equalled.  In that movie the burdened hero is a woman whose husband is away at war.  She is obliged to hold her family together.  It did not need a world war, though, for the Americans to create stiff upper lips.   John Ford directed a trilogy of movies that is recognised as ‘the cavalry pictures’. She Wore A Yellow Ribbon was the second of the three.   John Wayne plays ageing hero Captain Nathan Brittles.  No one in the film is a schoolteacher but Brittles is an obvious mentor to the men and women around him.  They will  be his legacy.  Captain Nathan Brittles is approaching retirement, and although at the end of the film he helps to prevent a war with the Native Americans his final days are marked by two failures that are beyond his control.  Captain Brittles, like Mr Chips, has led an anonymous and lonely life.  He has been loyal to a bureaucracy obliged to neglect him.  If Brittles is not without self-respect, there will be little consolation for his final days.



She Wore A Yellow Ribbon is an elegiac essay about ageing, the fading of personal powers and how acquired knowledge and skills ultimately become redundant wisdom.   When Walt takes that final bullet for Jesse and grins, he may be smiling at his lucky escape from what lays ahead for the rest of us.   Not everyone will be convinced that She Wore A Yellow Ribbon was influenced by Goodbye Mr Chips but something from the Hilton novel or the MGM movie lodged in the mind of John Ford.  Six years after he completed She Wore A Yellow Ribbon, Ford directed the much inferior The Long Gray Line.  This movie had Tyrone Power play an athletic instructor who spent thirty years at West Point.  The film is not an accomplished effort.  The poetry of She Wore A Yellow Ribbon is replaced by sentimentality.  For Vince Gilligan and John Ford the themes of Goodbye Mr Chips resonate more when some distance is maintained between their own ambitions and the intentions of James Hilton.

She Wore a Yellow Ribbon

Both Ford and Hilton used their work to capture what they thought were national virtues.  For Ford there was American self-reliance and strength.  The characters of Hilton are stoical, tolerant and have impeccable manners.  Both men may have romanticised their homelands but Ford needed his fantasised alternative Ireland to keep his demons at bay, and Hilton left for America to make money.  Hilton became an American citizen in 1948.  He was born in Leigh in Lancashire.  The ground of the local Rugby League team is called Hilton Park but that is a coincidence.

In Breaking Bad, She Wore A Yellow Ribbon and Goodbye Mr Chips violence is important to all three stories.  The least violence is in the Western.  Captain Nathan Brittles has to prevent a war, and whilst the liberal attitude should be applauded there is still action that holds the movie together.  The writers on Breaking Bad are unabashed about adding corpses.  We lose count.  In Goodbye Mr Chips the only action occurs on a mountain when Chips attempts a rescue attempt.  In the movie Greer Garson does not need to be rescued.  In the book Chips breaks his ankle and Kathleen rescues her rescuer.  The main violence in Goodbye Mr Chips is elsewhere.  The boys take their knowledge of Greek and Latin to the first world war, and the story is punctuated by news of ex-pupils that have been lost in battle.   Chips may have English reserve.  Its military have no such inhibitions.  The clash between Chips and an Army officer is momentary but it hints that Hilton understood some of the weaknesses of British society.  Ford agonises about the hypocrisy of authority.  Gilligan and his writing team dig into the flaws of all their characters.  In that sense those in power are offered a form of excuse.  They are no worse nor better than the rest of us.


The life of Mr Chips has been described as mediocre but this is incorrect.  There are occasions when his self-esteem suffers but Chips is an educated man working with the educated.  He meets an attractive woman half his age who loves him, and his career finishes well.  If his life is sad, it is because he forgets to chase the promise that might be in the sky.  There is an early scene where an anxious Chips fails to notice the giant air balloon that has excited the schoolboys.   That other existential hero Mary Poppins insisted that the kite in the sky had to be followed.  The lady could be relied on but, of course, she was unaware of what would happen to Walter White.

Howard Jackson has had nine books published by Red Rattle Books including novels, short stories and collections of film criticism.   His latest book Light Work, which is about Jack the Ripper, is available here.











The parents of Frederick Bailey Deeming described their son as a difficult child.   The troublesome child became an impossible adult. In 1891, Deeming killed his first wife and four children and buried them all under the floor. Fortunately there were no children in the second marriage. After moving to Australia, Deeming hid his dead second wife under the hearthstone in the bedroom. A dollop of cement kept the body secure and discreet. Deeming was arrested for his murders while arranging a wedding with his third beloved. The first family was murdered near Liverpool in the large village of Rainhill. The village is known for the steam engine trials of 1829. There was plenty of puff and noise that day but the place is quiet. In the trials Stephenson introduced the Rocket, and it became famous as being the first modern steam locomotive.   There are a couple of miles between Rainhill and where I lived as a child.   I attended school with children from the village. We all knew about the Rocket by Stephenson. If the adults had discussed Deeming the murderer and his crimes, the house where the bodies were discovered would have been a magnet for children. But, like a puff of steam from the Rocket, the gossip about Deeming faded away.


The consensus is that Jack the Ripper killed five prostitutes. Deeming murdered six people, and four of them were children. His name is known by some but only because Jack the Ripper experts have felt obliged to name Deeming as a possible suspect for the Jack the Ripper crimes.   The reasoning is simple. Deeming was alive at the time of the murders and he killed people. He is not, though, Jack the Ripper. Because he had an active criminal life that included fraud and theft, Deeming was in prison when the five prostitutes were being murdered in Whitechapel.   The investigation of the homicides by Deeming, like that of Doctor Crippen, involved communication between countries separated by oceans. Jack the Ripper and Doctor Crippen became notorious and their crimes inspired novelists and filmmakers. Poor Frederick Bailey Deeming is not even remembered in a village on the outskirts of Liverpool and where not much happens.

The name Frederick Bailey Deeming did not help him. It is too precise a name for mystery. Frederick Bailey Deeming sounds like a title or a definition of a particular human being rather than a clue to identity. Although he was not middle class, the name of Deeming suits a posh accent. The name Jack the Ripper suits all tongues and is as mysterious as the London fog in which five Whitechapel prostitutes were killed.  Doctor Crippen has a name that is also evocative. It does not swirl like fog but it suggests cruelty and sticks between the teeth. The Doctor is preserved as a second rate wax dummy in the Chamber of Horrors in Madame Tussauds.   The story of the romance that inspired Crippen to kill suggested lost opportunities. Ernest Raymond recognised this and wrote the entertaining and gripping novel We The Accused.  Doctor Crippen, though, is not a legend. His temptation and weakness that led to his false steps are qualities we all understand. We are curious about Doctor Crippen rather than mystified.


Fame depends on timing. Edward Carpenter the political radical and poet described the Victorian age as a ‘fascinating and enthusiastic period.’ Much of that enthusiasm was sparked by a changing world. Politics, art and industry were all affected. Jack the Ripper was not the first psychopath to murder women but his narrow interests, poor and hardened women in an area blighted by poverty and prostitution, gave him a foothold in modernism. Jack the Ripper is not regarded as a human suffering from temptation and weakness. His crimes suggest the strength of a monster. Jack the Ripper is a creature that belongs in comic books. He was regarded as the superman of criminals.  Elements of the Victorian printed media responded to the fantasy figure and indulged in sensational cartoons and reports.

The solitary human icon, though, is more rare than we think.   The artists and scientists that create revolutions are part of cultural shifts that affect more than them. Movements and trends are important.   Jack the Ripper was a clever fiend that had a monster within him.   Robert Louis Stevenson published Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde in 1886, two years before Jack the Ripper committed his first murder in Whitechapel.   Stevenson imagined modern science being used to liberate the monster within men.   The poverty and slums of Whitechapel inspired Jack the Ripper, and his escape was aided by the London fog, the industrial pollution that scarred lungs and English pretensions.  Jekyll sipped his serum, and Jack the Ripper sniffed London fog and industrial blight.



Sherlock Holmes was also important to the Victorian imagination that was haunted by Jack the Ripper. For Christians the existence of the devil confirms the presence of God. Sherlock Holmes was the alter ego of Jack the Ripper, two men without empathy and shaped by crime. Jack the Ripper existed to supply mysteries, and Sherlock Holmes was created to solve them.   Both men had odd behaviours. Jack the Ripper murdered women, and almost as bad, Sherlock Holmes played unlistenable melodies on his violin and took cocaine.  Jack the Ripper even left a clue that belonged in a story by Conan Doyle, the odd inscription on the wall about ‘the Juwes’ not being blamed.  Holmes, Jekyll and Jack the Ripper connected in the imaginations of the British.  Each made the legend of the other two more potent.  All three were imagined to be gentlemen. Holmes and Jekyll are the upper class creations of Stevenson and Conan Doyle. Despite there being no evidence to suggest Jack the Ripper had surgical skill the newspapers established the myth of a slayer in top hat walking the streets of Whitechapel.   Comic books and action movies demonstrate the importance of the exceptional costumes in melodrama.   The top hat, cloak and cane were an imagined and inappropriate costume but still potent symbols. Add an upper class accent and refined features and we have not just a solitary murderer but also an exceptional figure. No one wanted to meet Jack the Ripper but plenty wanted a glimpse.


The ease with which Jack the Ripper was given a false upper class identity was not a consequence of sloppy thinking.   Social class was important to the Victorians.   Many workers were antagonistic towards the wealthy but others talked about their ‘betters’. The middle classes and men believed their privilege was justified by industry, superior intelligence and a sense of honour.   Jack the Ripper did not lack industry and he was clever enough to mutilate bodies in the dark and escape detection.  The crimes of Jack the Ripper involved daring and risk, qualities in the world of commerce that earned reward and affluence. There is also the suspicion that the murderer may have had a sense of honour or a code that belonged to a gentleman.  The victims led what were considered to be immoral lives.


The notion of the Ripper as a gentleman with purpose and method has persuaded some that the Monarchy was involved in the murders. This notion is as daft as the suggestion that Deeming might have been Jack the Ripper.   The British Monarchy is far from being an attractive institution but it was not involved in the crimes of Jack the Ripper.  The stories, though, have done the legend no harm.   The powerful do protect their own but in the case of Jack the Ripper we are all baffled by who or what he might have been.   We have to assume that the police wanted to catch Jack the Ripper but in a society etched in social class and snobbery it is not difficult to imagine a police force rendered incompetent by deference, hierarchy and an entitlement to privilege.  It is now believed that the letter from Jack the Ripper to the Press was faked by a newspaperman. Back in 1888 it would have reinforced the suspicions of the poor and confirmed for them that the police were dumb lackeys for the powerful. One of the Sergeants on the case even had the unfortunate surname of Thicke.


All the above contributes to the legend but none of it as important as the mystery of the identity of the killer. The inexplicable is not just addictive. It permits thought and fancy and appeals to frustrated engineers who do not like to have dirty hands. In the years between the end of the Second World war and 1960 the complicated light from the legend was dimming.   The sixties generation pledged to overthrow any remnants of Victorian puritanism but the decade had elements of the end of the last Century.   The period was ‘fascinating and enthusiastic’. It also produced know-alls who believed that modern and superior detective work would identify the killer. Amateur detectives bred like rabbits, and books promised a solution to the mystery.   Author Patricia Cornwell is a recent example. When her theory was dismissed as silly, she claimed that it was because she was American and female. The thrillers of Cornwell have sold over a 100,000,000 copies. The woman is a slick operator yet Cornwell bought 30 paintings by artist Walter Sickert.  She believed their dark themes established his guilt. This is bizarre logic.   Paintings are an exercise in imagination and, although Cornwell does not think it important, Sickert was in France for four of the murders by Jack the Ripper.  The sensible books on Jack the Ripper avoid extravagant claims.   A mystery is different from a puzzle. It does not need to be solved to be interesting.  Silliness, though, will continue.

Howard Jackson has had seven books published by Red Rattle Books including novels, short stories and collections of film criticism.   If you are interested in original horror and crime fiction and want information about the books of Howard Jackson and the other great titles at Red Rattle Books, click here.