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The Exiles Return by Elisabeth de Waal

The Exiles Return - Elisabeth de WaalThe Exiles Return – Elisabeth de Waal
Persephone Books, March 2013

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In The Exiles Return, Elisabeth de Waal, Edmund de Waal’s grandmother, narrates the return of a number of exiles to Vienna, fifteen years after Austria’s Anschluss to Hitler’s Germany forced them to leave. Set in the years 1953-1955, the reader witnesses post-war society from the viewpoint of different characters, as Vienna’s society prepares to regain independence from their occupying forces in May 1955.

Slowly but surely, the reader becomes acquainted with a number of characters, at the core of which are five, even though some are more front and centre than others: Professor Adler who wants to return ‘home’ after years spent in an unhappy family and career situation in the United States. He is re-employed at the laboratory where he used to work, and there he meets Princess Nina, who also works at the laboratory and helps him with his work. Kanakis is a wealthy businessman who returns to Vienna in the hope of reestablishing the pleasurable life he led there in the prewar years. He takes an interest in Prince ‘Bimbo’ Grein, a very handsome but dissolute young man who has the status of his title, but no longer has the money. The fifth character is eighteen-year-old Marie-Theres, or ‘Resi’, who is sent to stay with her mother’s family when she fails to fit in with US society.

Resi’s story is the thread that runs through all of these lives. Most, if not all, characters encounter her during the years that are described, and two play a major role in her tragic ending. You may think that a spoiler, but the tragedy is described in the first pages of the book. However, it is not until the end that you find out what her reasons are and how they came about. The Exiles Return begins and ends with Resi, and in her many a reader will recognise part of the difficulties of growing up. For Resi is lost. Her family doesn’t exactly know what to do with her, especially as she does not seem to enjoy what the older generation expect her to enjoy. Instead, she spends her teenage years listless, mostly reading and listening to music in her room. Having been that kind of teenager, I felt a sympathy for Resi, even if at times I also felt a strong understanding for her family’s exasperation in wanting her to do something, and enjoy it. Resi is somewhat naive and excessively pretty. What is interesting is that at times she fits the stereotype that those lines so often invoke: she is easily persuaded, too much for her own good, she goes where her environment takes her without thinking it through. But at times, she is also resistant and strong, and she knows where her boundaries are. Resi is flawed, but very believably so.

Apart from Resi, my strongest sympathies were with Professor Adler. Through his story we encounter the experience of someone who returns from exile most strongly. Implicitly, Elisabeth de Waal shows us how a happy marriage can turn unhappy when circumstances change and people have to adapt to a new society, in showing us how the Professor came to the decision to leave his wife and children and to return to his homeland. Some of the strongest scenes in the book were those that describe his encounter with ‘his’ city after fifteen years:

There he was, and there it all was; though the once tree-bordered footpaths across the roadway were strippe,. treeless, only a few naked trunks still standing. And suddenly the dislocation of time which had been dizzying him with illusions and delusions snapped into focus, and he was real, everything was real, incontrovertible fact. He was there. Only the trees were not there, and this comparatively trivial sign of destruction, for which he had not been prepared, caused him incommensurate grief. Hurriedly he crossed the road, entered the park gates, sat down on a bench in a deserted avenue, and wept.

Through Adler’s eyes we also encounter the latent antisemitism that simmers in some of the institutions. For some of his present colleagues made a career working in Hitler’s scientific research ‘institutes’. More implicit than in Laski’s Little Boy Lost, we encounter the dreaded question of who did what, supported whom, during the war, and whether or not it matters in the present. There is a particular poignant confrontation halfway through the book that in its simplicity, in its shortness, brings the whole question to the fore, but also shows how a society and its people cannot do otherwise than trying to move on from the past if they are to work in the present.

And that’s just it. The Exiles Return mixes a delicate understanding of a society seeking a balance between its past and its future with beautiful prose, by giving us the stories of a number of very different characters. As much as I feel this book need not have the author’s experience brought into it to see its quality, it is hard not to mention the fact that Elisabeth de Waal was herself an exile from Vienna, and that she, like her characters, returned to the city (albeit for a short while) in the fifties. Her understanding of the idea of exile, of war-torn societies, recovering ones, and of ‘the exiled’ shines through in this book.

If I have to mention one minor complaint about the book it is that not all of the five character’s stories tie in as neatly as one has almost come to expect from these kinds of stories. For me, personally, that did not matter much. Even though I enjoyed reading about the experiences of some characters more than others, the flow of the story was seamless, and the narrative wasn’t disrupted when it changed from one character to the other, as sometimes happens with multiple-character stories. I admit, I was very impressed with Elisabeth de Waal’s formerly unpublished novel, and I do hope her grandson’s fame will mean it receives some attention. As for his novel, I think having just read The Exiles Return might be the perfect moment to finally pick up The Hare with the Amber Eyes.

{In case you are wondering why I singled out two characters in particular, it is because I tried not to spoil some of the pivotal story elements that might be considered spoilers by some. There are questions and thoughts in regards to these storylines that I’d love to discuss further, so if you’ve read the book, do not be shy :) }

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Book & Movie: Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day - Winifred WatsonMiss Pettigrew Lives for a Day – Winifred Watson
Persephone Classics, 2008 (first published 1938)

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Reading books such as Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day always makes me realise how lucky I am to have stumbled across a book blogging community. In this case, for two reasons. First, I am quite convinced that I would never have found out about this book had it not been for the support of the book blogging community for Persephone books, which, really, come to think of it, resulted in many a favourite title in the past years. I might have eventually discovered the title among the dreaded 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die list, but really, who would’ve convinced me to read it? Second, book blogging allows me to discuss a book that I am pretty sure I would not have been able to discuss anywhere else. Whereas, in blogland, one need only mention the title and it seems everyone knows what you are talking about.

The premise of Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day  is that Miss Pettigrew, a middle-aged governess is accidentally sent to work for a nightclub singer, Miss LaFosse, instead of her usual job taking care of children. Over the next 24 hours, Miss Pettigrew’s life is changed as she encounters many exciting characters with a completely different perspective on life as she has.

What makes Miss Pettigrew so appealing is that it is a very cinderella-like story that is charming and easy to read. There is a lightheartedness to the story that makes you want to float on through this pink-glassed and slightly unreal world. But with all its charm I couldn’t help but feel it is also a very daring novel for 1938: Miss LaFosse has three lovers at once, and is portrayed as seduced by the idea of fame and money in her choice of at least one of these lovers, plus.. she has cocaine in her home. Not, perhaps, the most shocking thing ever in contemporary terms, but I was certainly surprised to see such themes intermixed with the fairy tale feel the story also has.

Actually, I was most pleasantly surprised with how darker shades hid beneath the surface of what might otherwise have been a bit too much of a bubbly book. Miss Pettigrew is portrayed as chronically insecure about her looks, potential and position in life. Perhaps this might be slightly annoying to some, but for me it was very easy to relate to. Winifred Watson is not afraid to poke fun at insecurities, but always does it gently. Moreover, she made me feel very grateful  by having the story end on a decidedly happy note, giving hope despite the rather bleak circumstances that the reader rationally knows hide behind the prospects of a middle-aged governess without a steady job.

And so, it was encountering quotes like the following, in between a day transformed as through magic, that made me appreciate this novel so much:

“In all her lonely life Miss Pettigrew had never realized how lonely she had been until now, when for one day she was lonely no longer.”

“I think,” said Miss Pettigrew simply, “I will stand just over there, so that if I look up I can see myself in the mirror across the room…I am not accustomed to myself yet, and if I can glance up every now and then merely to reassure myself of what I don’t look like, it will give me tremendous strength and encouragement”.

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day is not my favourite Persephone book, but is certainly a very worthwhile read. And I think it is one of the few outright cheerful books that I have found so very very enjoyable.

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day [movie]Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day (Focus Features, 2008)
Directed by Bharat Nalluri, screenplay by David Magee and Simon Beaufoy
Starring Frances McDorman, Amy Adams, Ciarán Hinds.
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When Violet saw I was reading this book on twitter, she told me that she did not like the book much, but that she loved the movie. I was pleasantly surprised that my library owned a copy of the movie and quickly put it on hold.

As is always the case with a movie based on a book, there are distinct differences between the book and the movie. In the movie, the story is set a few years onwards, during the threat of an imminent WWII. In these circumstances, the naivety of Miss LaFosse and her friends is found in their gaiety despite the political circumstances, while Miss Pettigrew and Ciarán Hinds’s character have lived through WWI and thus know the losses, the sadness, and the fears that are awaiting all of them.

I appreciated the book and the movie for different things. The first half of the movie, I felt, wasn’t that strong. I thought the interaction between Frances McDorman as Miss Pettigrew and Amy Adams as Miss LaFosse were awkward at best during the first 30 minutes of the movie. I know that their interactions are supposed to be awkward in the beginning of the story, but it momentarily distracted me from the story and visual attractiveness of the story. The second half of the movie, I felt, was very strong. The different declarations of love between different characters were very well done, and I was in tears during most of the last 20 minutes. Seeing the approaching war, learning more of the destitude circumstances of Miss Pettigrew (which are left more implicit in the book compared to the movie) was very affecting and very well done.

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Harriet by Elizabeth Jenkins

Harriet – Elizabeth Jenkins
Persephone Books, April 2012

Originally published 1934
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Harriet - Elizabeth Jenkins

Harriet is a novel written by Eizabeth Jenkins. Most may know her from her work The Tortoise and the Hare. In Harriet Jenkins tackles a heavier subject matter, for the book is based on the 1877 Penge Murder Mystery, a case against family members who murdered a young woman by the name of Harriet through neglect in order to get to her money. In her novel, Jenkins traces the story of Harriet’s marriage to Lewis, who designs to marry her for her large inheritance from the first, up to the trial of Lewis and his partners in crime, by which time Harriet has died of neglect.

Harriet was a young women who we would describe today as having learning disabilities. Her mother, in the novel, calls her “a very simple-minded girl”. Because of this, Harriet is raised protectively by her mother: Harriet lives a sheltered life of luxury and loves pretty things, she also spends a lot of her time visiting relatives. At the house of one of these relatives, step cousins of Harriet, she meets Lewis, who, when he learns about her fortune, relinquished his intended engagement to one of the step cousins, in order to gain money through a marriage to Harriet. From there on out, her mother, and Harriet herself, are powerless to protect Harriet from harm.

The subject matter of Harriet is harrowing, which is why I was a little hesitant to start reading this book at first. How horrible would it be? How disturbed would I feel? Will it focus more on the horror of the crime, or on the psychological aspect of it? In short, would I have nightmares, and end up disliking the book for it? I am glad to say that the latter proved untrue. The book maintains a balance between storytelling and highlighting the disturbing nature of this occurrence, which turns this not into an enjoyable read, per se, as it will not have you laughing at the world much. However, it is enjoyable in a different manner, for it is a highly readable and very worthwhile read.

Three things in particular stood out to me.

First of all, Jenkins highlights the limited possibilities to protect a woman, let alone a woman who is considered “simple-minded” legally from unhealthy designs by men, or fellow humans. She does so through the storyline of Mrs. Ogilvy, Harriet’s mother.

“And may I ask,” he said, “how you propose to put a stop to it?” He saw that she was for a moment nonplussed and went on, “Your daughter is considerably over age; she is her own mistress; her money’s her own. I want to marry her – she wants to marry me. May I ask you again what you think you have to do with it?”

Harriet, having received numerous pretty gifts from Lewis, fancies they are in love and wants to marry, for she feels, and sees around her, that marriage is the suitable station for any girl. In the face of this, Harriet’s mother is helpless, for the reasons expressed by Lewis in the quote above. But also, because she cannot give enough proof of Harriet’s disability to renounce her as mistress of her own money, since her mother never wanted to diagnose her as such before, happy in the knowledge that she could offer Harriet a comfortable and sheltered life. A question that is implicitly raised in the book is whether Mrs. Ogilvy would not have achieved more to protect Harriet by letting her husband handle things, but Mrs. Ogilvy is proud of being able to handle her own business (as Harriet is the daughter of a previous marriage) and Mr. Ogilvy, though recognising that he might do more, concedes in letting her try. It is sad to realise that, as a reader, I sometimes felt that perhaps the mother had better concede her agency for the greater good, a pattern that I think only underlines the marginal position of women in law at the time more.

The manner in which these interactions and power relations based on gender, class, and position of authority, play out in the book were fascinating.

Second, and this is where I come to Jenkins’ strength as a storyteller, is that she allows the reader a wide perspective of Harriet’s life and death through the eyes of several of the characters involved. We not only learn about Mrs. Ogilvy’s actions and points of view, but also about the four main characters involved in the murder case (Lewis, Patrick, Alice, and Elizabeth), as well as the maid of Patrick and Elizabeth, Clara, although none of them become narrators themselves. This scope of characters guarantees that, as a reader, you get to know the possible psychological motivations of most people involved with Harriet, one way or another. And, as happens in the case of the women described, how inaction and passive cooperation, are in many ways actions that have consequences too. Elizabeth Jenkins manages to weave such an intricate web of views and tacit understandings between several of the characters involved that is hard not to get caught up in the events and the bleak view of humanity expressed.

Interestingly, and this is the third thing that stood out upon my reading of Harriet, the character of Harriet herself, her voice, thoughts, and actions, are described almost as secondary. You learn so little about her, apart from her hopes turning to hurt in the end. Things happen to her, things are decided for her, and everything is described for, instead of by, her. And so the utter helplessness of her situation comes across very powerfully. Furthermore, Jenkins allows many of the things that occur to remain unsaid. She lets the reader gauge the cruelty of the situation from the details, that almost seem to accidentally slip through for most of the story. For example, at one point the reader finds out that Harriet is pregnant, and it is not until then that you realise that Lewis actually had intercourse with her. It might be a natural thing, in marriage, at the time, but knowing how Lewis speaks and feels about Harriet, it becomes an act of cruelty. When Harriet comes to stay with Elizabeth and Patrick for a while, you learn that she is beaten and abused by the latter. But you do not really learn about the extent of this treatment until the court case. Before, you can only infer it from passages such as this one:

In the meantime Lewis had walked over to the Woodlands to fetch Harriet and drive with her to the station. Elizabeth had taken pains to produce her looking respectfully dressed and as became a woman about to endow her husband with a large sum of money. Harriet’s boots had been cleaned and her hair carefully done, not without some distaste, by Elizabeth herself. The dark green dress she wore, after a shaking and brushing, still looked good; her jacket had been little worn since she came down, so that was more than presentable; gloves were found, and Clara brought out Harriet’s hat from behind the curtain. Elizabeth took it, and then paused, considering. It was unfortunate that there should be a bruise on Harriet’s cheek under the right eye. Elizabeth went into her room and returned with a bonnet of her own, which had a black fall attached to it.

I cannot tell you how painful it is, in many ways, to read this short passage again. Knowing what happens later, knowing what evidence is brought to light, it is  extra hard to read all the small details that hide the larger facts. But, at the same time, I am a little bit in awe of Jenkins for so precisely, so levelheaded and almost humanely, portraying the thoughts and actions of those involved in Harriet’s neglect, and also being able to evoke the sense of inhumanity in the treatment of Harriet through small details and glimpses of the larger picture.

Harriet by Elizabeth Jenkins is a worthwhile, though never a light, read. She managed to evoke horrid circumstanced through subdued and precise prose, and furthermore paints a picture of the slipping scale of morality, and, perhaps, the loss of the broader view of circumstances, actions, and consequences, for some of those involved in a crime of the magnitude of the Penge Murder Mystery, without painting those involved in a positive light. Really, the more I think about it, the more I respect the clever manner in which this novel was set up.

If you want to learn more about Harriet, I would recommend Fleur Fisher‘s review of the book.
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Thursday Tea: “Harriet” & “The Misses Mallett”

The Books: The past reading week felt a little slow, though I did finish reading three books: Code Name VerityThe Life of Rebecca Jones, and One Dog and His Boy. All wonderful books in their own way, though Code Name Verity easily left the biggest impression. On the other hand, the Eva Ibbotson gave me exactly the kind of comfort and rose-coloured world I needed this week.

I am currently reading two books. One is Harriet by Elizabeth Jenkins*, which is published today by Persephone books. I am taking my time reading this title, since its subject matter is quite heavy. Harriet is based on the 1877 Penge Murder Mystery. A case in which a wealthy young woman died of starvation by neglect by family members who are after her fortune. In the book you follow Harriet, her mothers helplessness in regards to the young man who makes designs on Harriet’s money, the man in question, Lewis, and other family members who align themselves with him. What makes the book interesting thus far is that Jenkins managed to write very ambivalent about the girl’s circumstances. She is to be pitied, but we also receive glimpses of the humanity below the cruelty of the other characters. Added are reflections of the legal status of women and their (in)ability to protect themselves or their daughters from misfortune.

The other book I am reading is E.H. Young’s The Misses Mallett. I think after my constant reading of contemporary books in the past few weeks, I needed an outing to some older ones. I chose The Misses Mallett quite at random, wanting a book available in the public domain for the Project Gutenberg Project. Seeing as this one is a Virago Modern Classic, I thought I would give it a try. Since then, I have learned that other novels by Young are considered better. The Misses Mallett is about four women who tell themselves, or live by the idea, that they made a conscious decision to stay single, while still flirting with men. It is an interesting family dynamic, and different from other books I have read about single women at the turn of the century.

The Tea: I am drinking the herbal blend of nettle, lemongrass and cranberry again. It is my comfort tea at the moment.

Do they go together? Not necessarily. Both books have that disturbing quiet front with lots of tensions under the surface going on. The authors seem to consciously want to make you feel uneasy. Not something that fits the calming taste of my tea well, actually. But perhaps that is what makes their combination work?

Thursday Tea is a weekly meme organised by Anastasia of Birdbrain(ed) Book Blog.

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Good Evening, Mrs. Craven: The Wartime Stories of Mollie Panter-Downes

Good Evening, Mrs. Craven: The Wartime Stories of Mollie Panter-DownesGood Evening, Mrs. Craven: The Wartime Stories of Mollie Panter-Downes
Persephone Books, 2008

In Good Evening, Mrs. Craven, twenty-one of Mollie Panter-Downes stories about life in the United Kingdom during the Second World War, first published in The New Yorker, are collected.

In some ways, this collection reminded me of Henrietta’s War, but although, like Dennys’ stories, Mollie Panter-Downes focus is most of all on domestic life, I felt they were a little less lighthearted, and dealt with women on the margins more often. In tone and style, they may be more fruitfully compared to Dimanche and Other Stories, by Irene Némirovsky. I think it would be rather interesting to reread all three books close together once, and compare notes.

The windows into live during the war that Panter-Downes provides in this collection all seem very real. There is no shying away from difficult topics, such as in “It’s the Reaction”, in which a woman misses the opportunities for social interaction with neighbours during the air-raids, or in “Good Evening, Mrs Craven”, where the position of insecurity for a mistress of one of the soldiers is discussed:

“Don’t think I’m being stupid and morbid,” she said, “but supposing anything happens. . . . You might be wounded or ill and I wouldn’t know.” She tried to laugh. “The War Office doesn’t have a service for sending telegrams to mistresses, does it?”

The strength of this collection is in Panter-Downes sharp and careful style, never using too many words for what could be expressed in a few. Like Henrietta’s War, it tells the stories of those not immediately in the war zones in Europe, but who felt the effect of the war and the air-raids on Britain nonetheless. Perhaps a little more dark and bleak than Dennys’ stories, Panter-Downes succeeded in making her characters and stories come to life, which results in a strangely heartwarming feeling when reading. Altogether, I may have appreciated the reality of these stories a little more than the comedy in Henrietta’s War, although I did love both books.

It has been a while since I read this, and I remember sitting in a train from Brussels to London, occasionally smiling, laughing, holding back tears, or simply reflecting. There were many sections I wished to discuss, but sadly, I remember few particulars. All I can say is: Go read it, I promise you it will be worthwhile.

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