one or more cards will be forced into use, the
eye-dazzling backcloth that allows much necessary magical business to go on unnoticed, the
black-painted table or prop that the audience cannot see properly, dummies and doubles and
stooges and substitutes and blinds. And an inventive magician will embrace novelty. Any
new device or toy or invention that comes into world should provoke the thought: “How
could I make a new trick with that?” Thus, in the recent past we have seen new tricks that
employ the reciprocating engine, the telephone, electricity, and one remarkable effect
memorably created with Dr Warble's smoke-bomb toy.
Magic has no mystery to magicians. We work variations of standard methods. What will seem
new or baffling to an audience is simply a technical challenge for other professionals. If
an innovative new illusion is developed, it is only a matter of time before the effect is
reproduced by others.
Every illusion can be explained, be it by the use of a concealed compartment, by an
adroitly placed mirror, by an assistant planted in the audience to act as “volunteer”, or
by simple misdirection of the audience's attention.
Now I hold my hands before you, fingers spread so that you can see nothing is concealed
within them, and say: The New Transported Man is an illusion like every other, and it can
be explained. But by a combination of a simple secret that has been kept securely, many
years of practice, a certain amount of audience misdirection, and the use of conventional
magic techniques it has become the keystone of my act and my career. It has also defied
Angier's best efforts to penetrate its mystery, as I shall soon record.
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Sarah and I have been with the children on a short holiday along the south coast, & I took
my notebook with me.
We went first to Hastings, because it is years since I was there, but we did not stay
long. The place has started a decline that I fear will prove irreversible. Father's yard,
which was sold on his death, has been sold again. Now it is a bakery. A lot of houses have
been built in the valley behind the house, & a railway line to Ashford is soon to run
through.
After Hastings we went to Bexhill. Then to Eastbourne. Then to Brighton. Then to Bognor.
My first comment on the notebook is that it was I who tried to humiliate Angier, & I, in
turn, who was humiliated by him. Other than this detail, which is after all not too
important, I think my account of what happened is accurate, even in its other details.
I am putting in a lot of comments about the secret, & therefore making much of it. This
strikes me as ironic, after I went to such pains to emphasize how trivial most magical
secrets really are.
I do not think my secret is trivial. It is easily guessed, as Angier has apparently done,
in spite of what I have written. Others have probably guessed too.
Anyone who reads this narrative will probably work it out for themselves.
What cannot be guessed is the
effect
the secret has had on my life. This is the real reason Angier will never solve the whole
mystery, unless I myself give him the answer. He would never credit the extent to which my
life has been shaped towards holding the secret intact. That is what matters.
[I am still unclear for whom this account is intended. What is this “posterity” for which
I write so knowingly? Is the account for publication & circulation within the magical
fraternity? If so, I must remove many of the personal details. One or two of my colleagues
(including, of course, David Devant & Nevil Maskelyne) have published technical
explanations of their illusions, & my great mentor, Anderson, paid his bills by regularly
selling small trade secrets. There is a precedent. Circulation of this sort would be
acceptable, although I think it should only be released after Angier's demise (his certain
demise, that