Charles Fort, writer and pioneer of paranormal investigations

Is there anybody out there, Mr Fort?

CHARLES FORT: THE MAN WHO INVENTED THE SUPERNATURAL by Jim Steinmeyer (William Heinemann, £16.99)

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For many of us, the paranormal will, like cheese fondue and Mateus Rose, be forever associated with the 1970s. This was, after all, the decade of Erich Von Daniken, Charles Berlitz and the TV series The Mysterious World Of Arthur C. Clarke.

The Seventies were, as a scientist at Loch Ness recently told a friend of mine, ‘a very credulous era’. This is a fact, as anyone who ever bought a Ronco button-o-matic will testify.

The truth, however, is that the paranormal was fashionable in the 1920s, making it the psychic equivalent of Oxford bags – those wide baggy trousers.

The man credited with kick-starting the weird world as we know it is Charles Fort. Fort’s name may at first seem unfamiliar, but once you know his followers dubbed themselves Forteans, his place in the universe becomes altogether clearer.

Jim Steinmeyer – who wrote a well-received history of the Golden Age of stage magic – has produced a richly entertaining and illuminating biography of the author who brought spontaneous combustion, water-divining and UFOs into the public domain.

His book is sub-titled The Man Who Invented The Paranormal. This is a bold claim, especially since writers have been focusing on the weird and the monstrous since Beowulf.

The difference is, of course, that Edgar Allen Poe, Arthur Machen and co. wrote of the paranormal as fiction. Fort wrote of it as fact; meticulously cataloguing the bizarre and the unexplained on thin strips of paper, which he filed in shoeboxes lining the wall of his New York study.

(Whether he invented the paranormal or not, Fort may well be the world’s first geek.)

Without Fort there would, in all likelihood, have been no Bermuda Triangle, no Chariots of the Gods. Agent Fox Mulder, of X Files fame, is his spiritual grandson.

The man who invented the word ‘teleporter’ was born in Albany, New York, in 1874, the son of a prosperous grocer. His mother died when he was a child, and his father tended towards the brutal end of autocratic, beating his three sons regularly and locking them in a darkened cellar for days at a stretch. Charles escaped into journalism and pulp fiction.

By the age of 20, Fort’s appearance – stocky, moustached, bespectacled, nervously agitated – variously called to mind Teddy Roosevelt and Oliver Hardy.

As a writer, he had a gift for amusing similes and the vernacular speech of tenement life. It was this that caught the attention of Theodore Dreiser, then editing periodicals, but soon to emerge as one of the most influential novelists of the age.

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