The Betrothed – Alessandro Manzoni

I’ve discovered so many new (to me) authors & books through my 19th century bookgroup & this is another one. I’d never heard of Manzoni although he’s one of the best-known Italian authors of the 19th century. Verdi wrote his Requiem in his honour & this novel, The Betrothed, is considered one of the finest historical novels of the period. It struck me as I was reading this novel that I’ve read many English, French & Russian novels written in the 19th century but very few from other European countries. The conveners of my 19th century bookgroup are doing their best to remedy this lack in my education.

The Betrothed has a simple story at its heart. Renzo & Lucia are in love & wish to marry. They live in a village in the Duchy of Milan. The story takes place in the 1630s when this part of Italy was ruled by Spain. The peasants are hard-working but at the mercy of petty overlords who act with impunity & are virtually tyrants. One of these, Don Rodrigo, wants Lucia for himself & will stop at nothing to possess her. Don Rodrigo’s bravoes (hired thugs) have intimidated the nervous, cowardly priest, Don Abbondio, until he’s too afraid to perform the marriage ceremony. The couple fear Rodrigo’s next move &, when their plan to trick Don Abbondio into marrying them fails, they, along with Lucia’s mother, Agnese, leave the village to escape Rodrigo’s influence.

The couple are advised by the Capuchin monk, Father Cristoforo. He is a brave, fearless man who has entered the monastery as penitence for his own misdeeds. He confronts Rodrigo & tries to shame him into leaving Lucia in peace but this only results in Rodrigo using his political influence to have Father Cristoforo transferred to a faraway monastery. Lucia has been advised to take refuge in a convent with the mysterious Nun of Monza while Renzo heads to Milan to consult the Capuchins there. The lovers must undergo many trials in their long separation. Lucia is kidnapped from the convent & her fate is looking dire until rescue comes from an unexpected source. In her relief, she pledges her virginity in gratitude to the Virgin for her deliverance as she now believes that she will never see Renzo again.

Renzo reaches Milan after several adventures on the road but is then caught up in riots caused by famine & finds himself with a warrant for his arrest after he’s taken for one of the ringleaders. Then, war breaks out & Lucia & her mother, along with Don Abbondio & his wily housekeeper, Perpetua, must take refuge from the approach of enemy soldiers. After this, plague breaks out. In all this time, Lucia & Renzo have had little news of each other apart from some comically misinterpreted letters written by friends as the lovers are illiterate. When Renzo survives the plague, he is determined to find Lucia & sets off on his final long discover the truth.

The Betrothed is a wonderful book with enough romance, adventure & evil to satisfy any reader. The characters are beautifully drawn. Lucia is good, honest & beautiful, determined to stay true to Renzo & well-supported by her feisty, resourceful mother, Agnese. Renzo is brave & impulsive although unfortunately prone to drinking a little too much in taverns & making impulsive speeches that get him into trouble. He’s always worked hard – he has a farm but is also a trained silk worker – & he’s not intimidated by Don Rodrigo & his thugs. He has an innate belief in his own self-worth & won’t accept that evil, in the form of Don Rodrigo or any other petty tyrant, should have power over his life.

The portraits of the religious characters are interesting. The village priest, Don Abbondio, is timid with his superiors but confident with his parishioners. He just wants an easy life & his cowardly dithering is very funny. His housekeeper, Perpetua, keeps him in line, mostly for his own good. Father Christoforo is a penitent man who does all he can for Lucia & Renzo. His advice is good although his powers don’t match his desire to help. Lucia’s refuge at the Convent at Monza leads to the strange story of  Gertrude, the Nun of Monza, who was forced into the convent by her wealthy family & who becomes enamoured of her power. Finally, Cardinal Borromeo, based on a real person, is the model of a churchman – kind, charitable, learned.

The many people the lovers meet on their travels, from the mysterious Unnamed, a petty tyrant like Rodrigo who undergoes a miraculous change of heart to the kind relatives & friends who help Renzo with food & work on his journey, are all fascinating & all individual. The epic scenes of famine, war & plague are horrifying yet compelling & obviously based on extensive historical research. Our narrator does digress occasionally into a chapter or two of exposition on the causes of the war or the political situation & this can become a little tedious. The only exception to this is the chapters on the progress of the plague which were compelling reading if disturbing in their detail about the horrors people suffered. But, as soon as we return to Lucia & Renzo, the pace picks up & I raced on to the end to discover their fate.

Sunday Poetry – William Wordsworth

On the last Sunday morning in April, here’s a lovely, melancholy poem by Wordsworth, Two April Mornings. This is one of the poems that Wordsworth wrote when he was staying in Goslar in Germany in 1798-9 with his sister, Dorothy. It was apparently the coldest winter of the century & Wordsworth wrote lyrics about home to relieve his homesickness. In Juliet Barker’s biography of Wordsworth, she quotes a letter he wrote, “The people of the house used to say, rather unfeelingly, that they expected I should be frozen to death some night.” Instead of improving his German, he stayed wrapped up in blankets & his greatcoat, writing about his childhood.

We walked along, while bright and red
Uprose the morning sun;
And Matthew stopped, he looked, and said,
‘The will of God be done!’

A village schoolmaster was he,
With hair of glittering grey;
As blithe a man as yon could see
On a spring holiday.

And on that morning, through the grass,
And by the steaming rills,
We travelled merrily, to pass
A day among the hills.

‘Our work,’ said I, ‘was well begun,
Then, from thy breast what thought,
Beneath so beautiful a sun,
So sad a sigh has brought?’

A second time did Matthew stop;
And fixing still his eye
Upon the eastern mountain-top,
To me he made reply:

‘Yon cloud with that long purple cleft
Brings fresh into my mind
A day like this which I have left
Full thirty years behind.

‘And just above yon slope of corn
Such colours, and no other,
Were in the sky, that April morn,
Of this the very brother.

‘With rod and line I sued the sport
Which that sweet season gave,
And, to the church-yard come, stopped short
Beside my daughter’s grave.

‘Nine summers had she scarcely seen,
The pride of all the vale;
And then she sang;–she would have been

A very nightingale.

‘Six feet in earth my Emma lay;
And yet I loved her more,
For so it seemed, than till that day
I e’er had loved before.

‘And, turning from her grave, I met,
Beside the church-yard yew,
A blooming Girl, whose hair was wet
With points of morning dew.

‘A basket on her head she bare;
Her brow was smooth and white:
To see a child so very fair,
It was a pure delight!

‘No fountain from its rocky cave
E’er tripped with foot so free;
She seemed as happy as a wave
That dances on the sea.

‘There came from me a sigh of pain
Which I could ill confine;
I looked at her, and looked again:
And did not wish her mine!’

Matthew is in his grave, yet now,
Methinks, I see him stand,
As at that moment, with a bough
Of wilding in his hand.

Getting ready for winter

I can always tell what season it is by looking at where Lucky & Phoebe choose to sleep. This is Abby’s old striped bed with the lambswool pillow. I’d put it under the back stairs during the summer thinking that the girls might like to sleep on it there as it was Abby’s favourite spot. Neither of them went near it all summer. On the last hot day, just before Easter, I washed the cover & brought the bed inside next to Phoebe’s scratching pole & she walked straight in, turned around three times & flopped down on it. She’s hardly moved since – during the day, at least.

Lucky has only one favourite sleeping spot, apart from my lap, & that’s under her blanket on the couch. Or so I thought!

I bought this lovely undyed Shetland wool blanket from here & put it on my bed. The girls both investigated this new object in their own way. Phoebe jumped straight up & fell asleep almost immediately.

Lucky poked & prodded, checking for monsters that might be lurking underneath this new, strangely smelling object. Once she had declared it safe, she also decided that nowhere could be cosier on chilly evenings. So, every night for the last week, this is what I’ve discovered when I’ve gone to bed (even though when I started my bedtime routine – brush teeth, get glass of water – Lucky was asleep on my chair having reluctantly moved from my lap). Doesn’t leave much room for my legs… but then, whose comfort is more important?

The Rosie Project – Graeme Simsion

I’m usually very reluctant to read books, especially when they’ve been much-hyped. I find that I’m almost immediately offside with a book that’s been over-praised even before publication. I might read it months or years later when all the hoo-ha has died away or I might never read them. However, I heard an interesting discussion about The Rosie Project on the ABC’s Book Club program & we had the ebook available at work (there was a long reservation queue for the hard copy) so I thought I’d give it a go.

Don Tillman is a genetics professor at a Melbourne university. He believes in routine & order. He lives his life by schedules & the lists written on his whiteboard. He has few friends, only Gene, a colleague at work & his wife, Claudia. Don is somewhere on the autism spectrum. His relationships with women have been disastrous, the most recent date ended badly when he tried to convince his date that she couldn’t tell the difference between mango & apricot ice cream because all ice cream tastes the same. Approaching his 40th birthday, Don decides that it’s time he married so he devises the Wife Project, a scientific questionnaire to find the perfect partner.

A questionnaire! Such an obvious solution. A purpose-built, scientifically valid instrument incorporating current best practice to filter out the time wasters, the disorganised, the ice cream discriminators, the visual harassment complainers, the crystal gazers, the horoscope readers, the fashion obsessives, the religious fanatics, the vegans, the sports watchers, the creationists, the smokers, the scientifically illiterate, the homeopaths, leaving, ideally, the perfect partner, or, realistically, a manageable shortlist of candidates.

You can see from this list what Don is preoccupied with. His social interactions are awkward because he doesn’t pick up the emotional cues from the people he meets. Gene helps Don sort through the applicants & tries to convince him to loosen up some of the criteria but doesn’t have much success. So, he sends Rosie to see Don &, although Rosie is the opposite of the woman Don imagined when he prepared his questionnaire, they become friends, mostly as a result of misunderstandings.

Rosie is a student working part time as a bartender. She is a free spirit compared to Don. She smokes, she’s fussy about food (she’s basically vegetarian but eats seafood if it’s sustainable) & she claims to be able to tell the flavours of ice cream apart in a blind test. Rosie is also obsessed with finding out the identity of her father. Before she died when Rosie was 12, her mother told her that she wasn’t the child of her husband Phil. Rosie has found Phil wanting ever since. Her mother had a fling with one of her fellow medical students after graduation but didn’t say who it was. With Don’s help, Rosie sets out to collect the DNA of all the possible candidates & discover her father. This becomes the Father Project.

Don & Rosie’s friendship grows as their commitment to the Father Project increases. Don is intrigued by Rosie & the turning point is when he realises that even though she’s totally unsuitable as a partner according to his questionnaire, he has had the most fun in his life with Rosie (apart from his visits to the American Museum of Natural History in New York). Every time they seem to be growing closer, Don’s lack of social perception spoils the moment & almost ends their friendship. He decides to start the Rosie Project to try to change his life for the better.

The Rosie Project began life as a screenplay & eventually, after being turned into a short story & then a novel, won the Victorian Premier’s Award for an unpublished manuscript in 2012. It’s been sold to 30 countries & I’m sure the film rights are about to be sold if they haven’t been already. I enjoyed the book very much with only a few reservations. Maybe it was Don’s narration or maybe it’s because it was originally a screenplay but there was very little sense of place. If it wasn’t stated that it was set in Melbourne, I would have thought it was set in an American city. There’s no sense of Melbourne at all apart from a few mentions of pubs. Don grew up in Shepparton but, again, it could have been any midwestern American town. The only moment when there was a sense of being in Australia was when Don’s brother called him Mate on the phone.

On the other hand, there’s a lot of humour & some very poignant moments as well. Don has an awareness that his social perceptions are not the same as everyone else’s. Although he sees this as “simply variations in human brain function that had been inappropriately medicalised because they did not fit social norms – constructed social norms – that reflected the most common human configurations rather than the full range.”, he knows that his lack of friends & close personal relationships derives from his different brain function. His voice is quirky & very endearing. The Rosie Project is a book that looks at some serious issues with a very light touch & I enjoyed reading it.

Sunday Poetry – Mary Robinson

I featured a poem by Mary Robinson a couple of months ago but writing about Caroline Norton’s life brought her to mind & then I cam across this poem in my anthology. Both women suffered because of the men in their lives but both of them triumphed in some way over their adversity. Mary Robinson had a short life & suffered a lot of illness but after her career on the stage (where she famously caught the eye of the Prince of Wales, later George IV, in her role as Shakespeare’s Perdita) ended, she made a living as a writer. This poem, A Thousand Torments, was written in 1797.

A thousand torments wait on love – 
The sigh, the tear, the anguished groan – 
But he who never learnt to prove
A jealous pang has nothing known!

For jealousy, supreme of woe,
Nursed by distorted fancy’s power,
Can round the heart bid misery grow,
which darkens with the lingering hour,

While shadows, blanks to reason’s orb,
In dread succession haunt the brain,
And pangs, that every pang absorb,
In wild, convulsive torments reign.

At morn, at eve, the fever burns,
While phantoms tear the aching breast;
Day brings no calm, and night returns
To mark no soothing hour of rest.

Nor, when the bosom’s wasted fires
Are all extinct, is anguish o’er;
For jealousy, that ne’er expires,
Still wounds, when passion lives no more.

A Scandalous Woman : the story of Caroline Norton – Alan Chedzoy

Reading Caroline Norton’s poetry a while ago made me curious about her life and, as I had this biography on the tbr shelves, I thought it was about time I read it. Especially as the book has been sitting on the shelves since 1994! It just proves my theory that every book on my tbr shelves will have its day. Hopefully most of them won’t wait nearly 20 years for that day.

Caroline Norton was a member of the famous Sheridan family. Her grandfather, Richard Brinsley Sheridan, was an actor & playwright. Caroline’s father died young of tuberculosis & her mother was granted a grace & favour apartment at Hampton Court by George IV, an old friend of Richard Brinsley Sheridan, where she brought up her seven children. The family were forced to live frugally but the children adored Hampton Court & their close relationship in later life was fostered here. Caroline & her sisters, Helen & Georgiana, grew up beautiful, witty but unfortunately, poor. Knowing that they had to marry well, Helen & Georgiana were fortunate in their choices as they had happy marriages. Caroline, at 19, married George Norton, & almost immediately regretted it.

George Norton was a strange man. He first saw Caroline when she was at school. He didn’t speak to her or arrange to be introduced but wrote to her mother proposing marriage. Mrs Sheridan refused as Caroline was so young & they didn’t even know each other. Three years later, after Caroline had been in society for a year & had attracted many admirers but no proposals, George Norton appeared again. This time, Caroline & her mother consented. Norton was related to a noble family. His brother was Lord Grantley but the family were not close & the Nortons disliked Caroline on sight, assuming her to be a fortune hunter. George himself was stolid, unimaginative but with a very definite view of his rights & privileges. He had misled Caroline & her mother about his financial situation but he had no intention of working. He had been admitted to the bar but never seems to have practised law. He expected others – his own family, Caroline’s mother & eventually Caroline herself – to provide for him.

Caroline & George were ill-suited from the beginning. The quarrels began on the honeymoon. Caroline was quick & clever & she was not deferential to her husband. He was infuriated when she argued with him in public or ridiculed his opinions. He soon resorted to violence in an attempt to subdue his wife. They quarreled about everything – money, his smoking, the dreary visits to his family – & Caroline had to learn how to manage him to some extent or her life would have been a continual misery. Mrs Sheridan reluctantly used her connections to get George a sinecure & Caroline began to write poetry which she published to some acclaim. The Nortons had three sons but Caroline was always struggling for autonomy from her insensitive, controlling husband. Caroline’s friendship with Lord Melbourne was also a comfort to her as it gave her a entree to the political & social circles she longed to be a part of.

William Lamb, Lord Melbourne was 30 years older than Caroline. They met in 1831, when he was Home Secretary. Caroline had written to him asking for a job for George & he called on her. Their friendship was immediate. He admired her looks, intelligence & spirit. She was charmed by his old world courtesy & fund of racy stories from the days of the Regency. He was also quite a sad, lonely man. His marriage to Lady Caroline Lamb had been a disaster, culminating in her very public affair with Lord Byron. Their only child, Augustus, was mentally impaired. Soon, Melbourne was calling on Caroline every afternoon. Norton was impressed by his wife’s friends & had no objection to Melbourne’s visits until Caroline decided she had had enough of his cruelty & left him.

This is the background to the famous case of criminal conversation brought by Norton against Lord Melbourne in 1836. Criminal conversation was the legal term used for adultery & was a charge brought by a husband against his wife’s supposed lover. Wives had no legal identity at this time. Man & wife were considered one being & that being was the husband. A woman could not own property, sue or be sued, gain custody of her children. She owned nothing. Any earnings belonged to the husband. All her belongings, even gifts to her from her family, were not hers. When Caroline left her husband, she was forced to leave her children behind. She had to rely on George’s goodwill to be allowed to see the boys & George had very little goodwill. He sent the boys to live with his family in the country or in Scotland. Although he often promised to allow Caroline to see them, she was nearly always disappointed & she had no legal redress.

The court case was a disaster for Caroline & Lord Melbourne, now Prime Minister. None of the three principals appeared in court. The only evidence George had was given by bribed servants. Even though Lord Melbourne was acquitted, the case was so scandalous that, for a time, it seemed the Government might fall. Caroline was ostracized by Society although George’s position was unaffected. Melbourne kept his distance from Caroline & she only had her loyal family to comfort her. Losing custody of her children was the great tragedy of Caroline’s life. It was this that led her to campaign for the rights of mothers to have custody of children under the age of seven. Caroline wasn’t a feminist. She acknowledged the superiority of men & of the husband in marriage but when that marriage had broken down, she believed that mothers should have the right to care for their children. Her sons were only six, three & a half & two years old when she left George for good & for the next few years, she barely saw them. She feared that they were being ill-treated by the Nortons & that they would be taught to hate her. She was right to fear that the boys were being neglected when her youngest, William, fell from his horse when riding unsupervised & suffered only a scratch which turned poisonous. The child died of lockjaw before Caroline could arrive to see him. He was only eight.

Caroline’s persistence in campaigning for the rights of wives led to the passing of the Custody of Infants Act (1839) & the Matrimonial Causes Act (1857) which gave women rights over their own property & earnings. Some people said that her motives were entirely selfish but she was tireless, if not obsessive, in pursuing her cause. She wrote pamphlets, poetry, letters to the newspapers. She supported herself by her writing, editing many scrapbooks & gift books of poetry & stories that were very popular in the Victorian period. Her singlemindedness could be uncomfortable & inconvenient for her friends & family at times but she was so outraged by her helpless position that she went to any lengths to achieve her aims. Her wit & cleverness didn’t always make her a comfortable companion but she never doubted the rightness of her cause.

Caroline never entirely recovered her social position but she always had the support of her family & her sons, who were eventually allowed to have contact with her. The breakdown of her relationship with Lord Melbourne was always a sorrow to her but she did have some happiness in later life. She had an affair with Sidney Herbert, best known for helping to promote the reforms of Florence Nightingale & a second, late marriage with an old friend that gave her some happiness at last. Caroline Norton campaigned for her own rights in marriage & as a mother. Her connections & the fame of the Sheridan family helped her cause but it was her own persistence & passion that led to her eventual triumph. She may not have been completely satisfied with the outcome for herself as George did all he could to obstruct her even when the letter of the law was on her side but the reforms she was instrumental in achieving benefited many other women in her own time & since.

The Creation of Anne Boleyn – Susan Bordo

This is the kind of book that I love. The Creation of Anne Boleyn is not so much a biography of one of England’s most famous women as a cultural history of her legend & the way she has been portrayed in literature & history. Bordo goes back to the original documents & looks at what can be known as opposed to what can be imagined by the fertile brains of biographers, historians, novelists & movie makers in the almost 500 years since Anne’s execution.

The “creation” of Anne Boleyn began even before her death. From the moment when it became apparent that Henry VIII was interested in Anne, her supporters & detractors lined up to try to control her image. There is very little evidence of what Anne herself said or thought. There are few letters although much has been made of the letters Henry wrote to her during their relationship. Much has been inferred of her thoughts & feelings from the replies that historians & novelists have imagined Anne to have written. There was much gossip about her relationship with Henry & her relationships with the other members of her Court. Most of what we know of her actual words comes from her trial & the period she spent imprisoned in the Tower when her every word was recorded by her jailer, Sir William Kingston & the ladies who waited on her. There’s also a fascinating letter which was found among the belongings of Thomas Cromwell, the King’s chief minister, whose authenticity has been disputed by historians. Bordo believes it’s genuine & it shows Anne as a spirited woman desperate to convince Henry of her innocence.

Try me, good king, but let me have a lawful trial, and let not my sworn enemies sit as my accusers and as my judges; yea, let me receive an open trial, for my truth shall fear no open shame, then shall you see either mine innocency cleared, your suspicions and conscience satisfied, the ignominy and slander of the world stopped, or my guilt openly declared.

Anne’s reputation has suffered because, after her death, Henry was determined to erase all trace of her from his life. Her badges & symbols were removed from the palaces where she lived with Henry; her portraits were destroyed. The famous portrait in the National Portrait Gallery of Anne wearing the pearl necklace with the B pendant is a later copy of what may have been an original portrait. Even Anne’s appearance has been disputed. Was she dark, sallow & sharp-featured with an extra finger & a third breast? Was she a blond beauty whose sense of style & wit that she had cultivated at the French Court captivated the King? Mostly it depends who you’re reading & what the standard of beauty was at the period that the book was written.

Anne’s image has been influenced by the fact that the most extensive information about her that has survived from her lifetime was written by one of her bitterest enemies. Eustace Chapuys was the ambassador of Emperor Charles V at Henry’s Court. Charles was the nephew of Catherine of Aragon, Henry’s first wife, the woman he wanted to divorce so that he could marry Anne. Chapuys’ reports to Charles are full of venom. Anne was a temptress &, even worse, a Protestant temptress, luring the King away from the true religion & leading him to the break with Rome that became the Reformation. She was said to have plotted the murders of Catherine of Aragon & Princess Mary in her quest for the crown. Chapuys’ reports have formed the basis for most of the hostile reporting about Anne ever since even though he was biased & the gossip he heard & reported to his master wasn’t always accurate & can be proved so from other sources.

Anne’s supporters, led by George Wyatt, author of a biography of Anne in her daughter, Elizabeth’s reign, portray her as a Protestant martyr. She is said to have encouraged Henry along the road to reformed religion & been betrayed by Catholic plotters. Wyatt was the grandson of  Sir Thomas Wyatt, the poet who had known Anne & been sent to prison at the time of her downfall on suspicion of being one of her lovers. In George Wyatt’s biography, Anne was intelligent, witty, beautiful & committed to religious reform.

The most fascinating section of the book deals with the many depictions of Anne in popular culture, especially in the 20th & 21st centuries. From Merle Oberon in The Private Life of Henry VIII (1933) to Genevieve Bujold in Anne of the Thousand Days (1969) & Natalie Dormer in the television series The Tudors (2008), Anne has epitomised the style of beauty current at the time. Howard Brenton’s recent play, Anne Boleyn, even starred a blonde Anne, played by Miranda Raison. Bordo has interviewed Dormer, Bujold, Brenton & Michael Hirst, the scriptwriter of The Tudors. They all have interesting insights on the way Anne has been portrayed & the ways that they tried to depict her. Most interestingly, Howard Brenton’s Anne is primarily a religious reformer rather than either ambitious would-be queen or vampish temptress.

Bordo also takes a look at historical fiction from Jean Plaidy’s The Lady in the Tower to Margaret Campbell Barnes’s Brief Gaudy Hour (both of which I remember fondly from my teenage years along with many other novels about Henry & his wives). Bordo is not afraid to voice her strong opinions. She’s scathing about biographers & historians like David Starkey, Alison Weir & G W Bernard & her chapter about Philippa Gregory’s The Other Boleyn Girl is titled Chapuys’ Revenge! She also surveys the many internet sites & blogs dedicated to Anne.

Interestingly, Anne has become a role model for young women today, a fact brought out as a result of surveys conducted by the author through some of these websites. I find this identification with a historical figure quite disturbing. Through modern depictions of her, especially in The Tudors & The Other Boleyn Girl, Anne has been appropriated as a modern woman with modern aspirations & feelings. I just don’t think this is helpful when looking at her as a figure in her own times. If I have a reservation about the book it’s that Bordo is almost too absorbed in her subject. She seems to have lived & breathed Anne & I think her objectivity has suffered as a result. Nevertheless, this is a fascinating look at the cultural history & afterlife of a woman whose life & times has fascinated me for many years.

I read The Creation of Anne Boleyn courtesy of NetGalley.

Sunday Poetry – Susanna Blamire

Susanna Blamire (1747-94) was known as the Muse of Cumberland. She was known for her songs in Scottish dialect & for her easy, simple verses that nevertheless had a hidden depth of meaning. The Siller Crown is one of her best known songs, set to music by Haydn & quoted by Dickens in The Old Curiosity Shop. Her work wasn’t collected until the 1840s but she was known as a poet in her day. Susanna seems to have been a lively woman although in other respects her life seems to have been sad. She was unlucky in love & her health was poor; she died of rheumatic heart disease in her mid 40s. The Siller Crown was written in 1790 & I think it looks forward to Scott’s novels & poetry & the Romantic era that was just beginning.

And ye shall walk in silk attire,
    And siller hae to spare,
Gin ye’ll consent to be his bride,
      Nor think o’ Donald mair.
O wha wad buy a silken goun
      Wi’ a poor broken heart!
Or what’s to me a siller croun,
      Gin frae my love I part!

The mind wha’s every wish is pure
      Far dearer is to me;
And ere I’m forc’d to break my faith,
      I’ll lay me down an’ dee!
For I hae pledg’d my virgin troth
      Brave Donald’s fate to share;
And he has gi’en to me his heart,
      Wi’ a’ its virtues rare.

His gentle manners wan my heart,
      He gratefu’ took the gift;
Could I but think to seek it back,
      It wad be waur than theft!
For langest life can ne’er repay
      The love he bears to me;
And ere I’m forc’d to break my troth,
      I’ll lay me doun an’ dee.

Midsummer Night in the Workhouse – Diana Athill

Diana Athill has become well known for her memoirs & her work as an editor which she wrote about in Stet (a book I’m very keen to read now & it’s sitting on my desk at the moment). However, in the 1960s, she also wrote short stories. A collection was published in 1962 in the US & more appeared in magazines but they’ve never been reprinted until this collection from Persephone Books was published a couple of years ago.

Athill describes the beginning of her life as a writer  as “being hit by my first story one January morning in 1958.” As an editor she had always seen herself as one who helps others write rather than as a writer herself. The stories often have an autobiographical element or are about the people Athill knew or the social circles she moved in. They are beautifully written, funny, poignant & very readable.

A Weekend in the Country is the story of Elizabeth, a young woman who has fallen in love with Richard, a man she knew when she was a child but they’ve recently met again in London. Elizabeth is an artist, sharing a flat with a friend. She’s moved a long way from her country childhood in her attitudes about society, class & politics. Richard, however, loves his country life in his ancestral family home with his conservative politics & comfortable opinions.

I am making too much of it, she thought. I am inventing the gulf between us out of some kind of vanity. It is only that they live in the country and I live in London; that they have capital and land, while I have no money but my earnings. Our circumstances are different but we are not creatures of a different kind, there is no need to go into disguise.

However, Elizabeth does feel that she’s in disguise. Making polite conversation with people whose class assumptions & political opinions appall her. Realising how stifled she would feel living in the country again after the freedom of her life in London with her friends & her work. When Richard takes her to an island on his estate for a picnic, she knows that she is in love with him but she also knows that their relationship will never work. No matter how much she longs for him physically & emotionally, she knows they are so fundamentally different that love wouldn’t be enough.

‘I really couldn’t go on voting in the accepted way and going to church in the accepted way and dismissing people in the accepted way because they spoke with a different accent or wore funny clothes, without ever questioning it. My ideas are much more different from yours than you think.’
‘But we get on very well, don’t we?’ he asked, looking distressed.
‘Yes, we get on.’ The arrogance of adding ‘but only because I have kept most of myself shut off from you’ was impossible, so instead she reached for the Sunday paper they had brought with them and said, ‘Let’s see what’s new.’

The crisis comes when Richard tells Elizabeth that he loves her & she has to try to make him see the impossibility of it.

I enjoyed this collection very much. It is a very Persephone book, highlighting women’s experiences, the domestic life but always the emotional life of the protagonists.

Heartbreak Hotel – Deborah Moggach

Russell Buffery, known as Buffy, is a retired actor. He’s living in London, increasingly discontented with his neighbours & lonely, apart from the company of his dog, Fighjnnnnnnnnnnnn. His personal life is complicated to say the least. Married three times, he is now single. He has three children, Quentin, Tobias & Bruno, from his first two marriages & two daughters, Celeste & Nyange, from other relationships. He also has a much-loved stepdaughter, India, who was the daughter of his second wife, Jacquetta. Don’t worry if you’re confused. There’s a very helpful reference list at the beginning of the book! Heartbreak Hotel also seems to be a sequel of sorts to an earlier book, The Ex-Wives, which I haven’t read. If you have read it, you’ll be familiar with the tangled relationships.

Buffy’s life as an itinerant actor involved lots of time spent in boarding houses & B&Bs. One of his favourite landladies was Bridie, who owned a boarding house in Edgbaston. When Bridie retired, she moved to the small town of Knockton in Wales where she ran a B&B, Myrtle House. Buffy & Bridie had an affectionate, convenient relationship. They slept together when he was staying in Edgbaston but there were no strings which suited them both. As Bridie said,

‘Darling, not only are you married already but I’ve got my family here, thank you very much…. Lodgers are a lot less trouble than children, even when they’re actors, and besides, they pay me.’

Now, Bridie has died & left Buffy her house. Buffy decides to leave London & move to Knockton. He fancies himself as a B&B owner &, although he loves his children, they’re grown-up with their own lives. Buffy needs a new start & Knockton just might be it.

Buffy loves Knockton & the locals immediately. Everyone seems friendly & happy with their lives, more or less. Myrtle House is a bit more of a challenge. The house is large, draughty & only has two bathrooms. The facilities are not really up to scratch. However, Bridie had a loyal clientele & a few guests do arrive. Buffy is too kind, & too lonely, to throw the guests out after breakfast if the weather’s bad so he often finds himself offering coffee or something stronger & chatting to his guests which tends to eat up the profits. He’s a kind man who is happy to offer a shoulder to cry on & he’s amazed by the personal stories that people are willing to share. Voda, the young woman who used to be Bridie’s cleaner, agrees to work for Buffy & she begins to sort out the publicity as well as the cleaning & cooking. Buffy’s accountant daughter, Nyange, attempts to sort out his finances & his stepdaughter, India, arrives to help out as well.

Buffy realises that he needs to do more than offer B&B in a rundown house in the middle of nowhere. His great idea is to run courses for the recently divorced or those who have split up where they can learn the skills that their other half had – & took with them when they left. Whether it’s gardening, cooking or car maintenance, or his own specialty, how to talk to women, Buffy is sure that there’s a growing group of single people looking for help. What he doesn’t expect is that the courses will be successful but not always because the clients learn the skill they lack. Romances blossom & both clients & teachers find new direction in their lives.

The structure of the novel was interesting, introducing new characters that seem to have nothing to do with Buffy until they all end up at Myrtle House. There’s Amy the makeup artist who finds that her life is spent travelling from one film set to another. When she’s at home, she feels increasingly remote from her boyfriend & when he leaves, she realises that she’s 35 & has no life, no partner & no family. Monica is in her 60s, works in finance & is finding it increasingly difficult to keep up with her colleagues. She hasn’t had a relationship for a long time & spent the best years of her life in an affair with a married man who wouldn’t leave his wife. Andy is a postman who loves his job. He drifted into a relationship with single mother Toni & now feels under pressure to perform as a partner & as a lover. When Toni gets into buying & selling houses, he realises that he can’t go on playing a role he’s unhappy with. Harold is a would-be novelist who is trying to write a comic novel narrated by Mary Pickford’s cat. He’s getting nowhere & then his wife, Pia, leaves him for another woman. They all find themselves at Myrtle House & their lives are changed by the experience.

I loved Heartbreak Hotel. There’s a cast of thousands but I didn’t find it difficult to keep track of who was who or who was with who. Buffy is a sweet man, kind, generous but well aware of his faults & the personal failings that scuppered his marriages. He has loving relationships with his children although they treat him more as a friend than a father. He hasn’t been there for much of their lives but his influence on them all has been benign & without resentment. The Knockton locals are an interesting bunch & realistically flawed. There are just as many unhappy people in small towns as there are in London & Buffy’s innovations at Myrtle House have an effect on the locals just as much as the people who come to learn something new.

I read Heartbreak Hotel courtesy of NetGalley.