Crowley's review of the key to the tarot

Yelell

I'm guessing people have already seen this, but I just stumbled on it online and found it again searching here. It's just the funniest thing in the world-- don't bicker, girls, you're both pretty!

THE KEY TO THE TAROT.
By A. E. WAITE.
W. Rider and Sons, Limited.

Mr. Waite has written a book on fortune-telling, and we advise servant-girls to keep an eye on their half-crowns. We have little sympathy or pity for the folly of fashionable women; but housemaids need protection ~ hence their affection for policemen and soldiers ~ and we fear that Mr. Waite's apologies will not prevent professional cheats from using his instructions for their frauds and levies of blackmail.

As to Mr. Waite's constant pomposities, he seems to think that the obscurer his style and the vaguer his phrases, the greater initiate he will appear. Nobody but Mr. Waite knows "all" about the Tarot, it appears; and he won't tell. Reminds one of the story about God and Robert Browning, or of the student who slept, and woke when the professor thundered rhetorically, "And what "is" Electricity?" The youth jumped up and cried (from habit), "I know, sir." "Then tell us." "I "knew," sir, but I've forgotten." "Just my luck!" complained the professor, "there was only one man in the world who knew ~ and he has forgotten!"

Why, Mr. Waite, your method is not even original. When Sir Mahatma Agamya Paramahansa Guru Swamiji (late of H. M. Prisons, thanks to the unselfish efforts of myself and a friend) was asked, "And what of the teaching of Confucius?" ~ or any one else that the boisterous old boy had never heard of ~ he would reply contemptuously, "Oh, him? He was my disciple." And seeing the hearer smile would add, "Get out you dog, you a friend of that dirty fellow Crowley. I beat you with my shoe. Go away! Get intellect! Get English!" until an epileptic attack supervened.

Mr. Waite, like Marie Corelli, in this as in so many other respects, brags that he cares nothing for criticism, so he won't mind my making these little remarks, and I may as well go on. He has "betrayed" (to use his own words) the attributions of some of the small cards, and Pamela Coleman
Smith has done very beautiful and sympathetic designs, though our own austerer taste would have preferred the plain cards with their astrological and other attributions, and occult titles. (These are all published in the book "777," and a pack could be easily constructed by hand. Perhaps we may
one day publish one at a shilling a time!) But Mr. Waite has not "betrayed" the true attributions of the Trumps. They are obvious, though, the moment one has the key (see "777"). Still, Pamela Coleman Smith has evidently been hampered; her designs are cramped and forced. I am infinitely sorry for any artist who tries to draw after dipping her hands in the gluey dogma of so insufferable a dolt and prig.

Mr. Waite, I believe, is perfectly competent to produce indefinite quantities of Malted Milk to the satisfaction of all parties; but when it comes to getting the pure milk of the Word, Mr. Waite gets hold of a wooden cow.

And do for God's sake, Arthur, drop your eternal hinting, hinting, hinting, "Oh what an exalted grade I have, if you poor dull uninitiated people would only perceive it!" Here is your criticism, Arthur, straight from the shoulder. Any man that knows Truth and conceals it is a traitor to humanity; any man that doesn't know, and tries to conceal his ignorance by pretending to be the guardian of a secret, is a charlatan. Which is it?

We recommend every one to buy the pack, send Mr. Waite's book to the kitchen so as to warn the maids, throw the Major Arcana out of window, and play bridge with the Minor Arcana, which alone are worth the money asked for the whole caboodle. The worst of it all is: Mr. Waite really does know a bit in a muddled kind of way; if he would only go out of the swelled-head business he might be some use.

But if you are not going to tell your secrets, it is downright schoolboy brag to strut about proclaiming that you possess them. Au revoir, Arthur.

ALEISTER CROWLEY.

http://www.the-equinox.org/vol1/no3/eqi03014.html
 

Zephyros

Yeah, it's a positively brilliant piece. })

For a long time I didn't understand the Malted Milk mention, until someone here told me that was Waite's job,writing copy for a company that made it. He's basically helling him "don't quit your day job." Mighty cold thing to say.
 

Richard

In order to inspire such a passionately ad hominem critique, Arthwaite [sic] must not have been a very pleasant person in real life.
 

Zephyros

In order to inspire such a passionately ad hominem critique, Arthwaite [sic] must not have been a very pleasant person in real life.

I think they were both martinets, Crowley himself wasn't such an easy person to get along with either.
 

Aeon418

Despite all the scorn and ridicule I think Crowley was appreciative of Waite's words of encouragement when he was in the early stages of finding the Path. It was Waite who told Crowley to read Eckartshausen's, The Cloud upon the Sanctuary, which had a huge impact upon him.

Crowley recalls this episode in his Confessions (Chp.14). He had just read Waite's deliberately obscured and corrupted compilation of grimoire extracts, The Book of Black Magic and of Pacts, just prior to contacting Waite. But even here Crowley can't resist having a dig at Arthur. :laugh:
Aleister Crowley said:
The Book of Black Magic and of Pacts, which, judging by the title, was exactly what I needed.

It was with intense disappointment and distrust that I read this compilation. The author was a pompous, ignorant and affected dipsomaniac from America, and he treated his subject with the vulgarity of Jerome K. Jerome, and the beery, leering frivolity of a red-nosed music-hall comedian making jokes about mothers-in-law and lodgers.

.........

The compiler of The Book of Black Magic and of Pacts is not only the most ponderously platitudinous and priggishly prosaic of pretentiously pompous pork butchers of the language, but the most voluminously voluble. I cannot dig over the dreary deserts of his drivel in search of the passage which made me write to him. But it was an oracular obscurity which hinted that he knew of a Hidden Church withdrawn from the world in whose sanctuaries were preserved the true mysteries of initiation. This was one better than the Celtic Church; I immediately asked him for an introduction. He replied kindly and intelligibly, suggesting that I should read The Cloud upon the Sanctuary by Councillor von Eckartshausen. With this book I retired to Wastdale Head for the Easter vacation of 1898. This period proved to be the critical moment of my early life; in two most important respects it determined the direction of my efforts.
 

Desecrated

This is one of the few times crowley actually said something good.
Now, me personally think nothing good of crowleys tarot deck and his books are mostly rubbish, but he does raise a point or two against the "flaws" of the RWS.

And yes. Professor Waite was a dry stick in the mud and had the conversational abilities of a stone. Even when writing about subjects he himself truly enjoyed he makes it sound like a school lecture.
 

Abrac

Waite goes on quite a bit about how the majors are on a level different from the minors, but then includes divinatory meanings for the majors and includes them in his divination examples. In doing this I think he did the himself a tremendous disservice. If the majors are on another level, he should've just kept them separate.

Crolwey's bombastic review is typical and really doesn't deserve serious consideration imo.
 

Richard

Waite goes on quite a bit about how the majors are on a level different from the minors, but then includes divinatory meanings for the majors and includes them in his divination examples. In doing this I think he did the himself a tremendous disservice. If the majors are on another level, he should've just kept them separate......

I think he was resigned to the fact that the majors were going to be used for divination anyhow, so he included some generic type meanings for the sake of completeness.
 

Yelell

Waite goes on quite a bit about how the majors are on a level different from the minors, but then includes divinatory meanings for the majors and includes them in his divination examples. In doing this I think he did the himself a tremendous disservice. If the majors are on another level, he should've just kept them separate


If the Rider Waite deck was published for the general public, the typical buyer would probably have been someone looking for a casual exotic game, a fun diversion that felt just a little wicked. To be successful and widely marketable, wouldn't people have had to be given direction and meanings for the majors and the minors? I'd wonder if most people at that time took the rest of what he said seriously.
 

Richard

......I'd wonder if most people at that time took the rest of what he said seriously.

Probably few people at the present time take the rest of what he wrote seriously.

His style may seem somewhat daunting, but one should take into consideration that he was largely self educated, and his writing was probably heavily influenced by the archaic style of dusty tomes in the Library of the British Museum, where he did a great deal of research.

Of course there is no need to bother with his writings if one has no interest in mysticism or esotericism, which can be difficult reading even when written by the clearest of expositors.