Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Old Wives' Tale

Reasons I thought I was going to dislike Arnold Bennett's The Old Wives' Tale:

  1. It's called The Old Wives' Tale. Not a very exciting title. Now Lawrence - he knows how to mask a boring book with an exciting title.
  2. The author's name is Arnold Bennett. Seems like he would be a model of Edwardian snoozefests.
  3. Mr. Bennett is known to not have had any artistic ambitions in writing. He wrote for the money, and because he knew he could do better than others. ("Am I to sit still and see other fellows pocketing two guineas apiece for stories which I can do better myself? Not me. If anyone imagines my sole aim is art for art's sake, they are cruelly deceived.") Pshaw!
  4. The novel begins by describing the Five Towns, St. Luke's Square, Bursley, etc. English village life. I'm sensing Lawrence here, or Wessex (even though I like Hardy), and I'm getting bored.
  5. And speaking of Lawrence...Bennett's novel centers around two daughters of a shopkeeper. One is very conventional, the other a sprite. Bringing back memories of The Rainbow. Am I asleep here yet?

No - I'm not asleep! To my utter surprise, OWT slowly - but not too slowly - won me over. I... actually... began... to... like... it!

Reasons I ended up liking OWT (despite my readiness to hate it):

  1. Mr. Bennett is a decent writer. Even if he was doing it for the money.
  2. Unlike Lawrence, Bennett is to the point. He didn't waste my time with page-long paragraphs signifying nothing. There is dialog, and actually has more moments of excitement than I have found is typical for an Edwardian novel. He makes ordinary people interesting.
  3. It's actually humorous in some parts. I would give you some examples, but you would say, "Kristin, that's not really funny." But trust me, when you're reading the book, you will chuckle at a few things. Including: Sophia takes out Povey's wrong tooth; the ironic circumstances in which Mr. Baines dies; the reaction to Sophia's poodle.

OWT concerns the Baines family. First Mr. and Mrs. Baines, who are raising their daughters Constance and Sophia. Then Sophia elopes with a loser (as always happens) and Constance marries one of the shop helpers. Mr. and Mrs. Baines die. Constance runs the shop. Her uncle-in-law kills his wife. Constance's husband dies and her son (Cyril) moves to London and generally is unappreciative of his mother's devotion. Sophia and loser husband move to Paris. He abandons her, but through her own pluck and smarts ends up running a successful pension on the Champs Elysee. After running into Cyril's BFF in Paris, she returns home to Bursley where she and Constance live out the rest of their years. Ok, I know that doesn't sound terribly interesting, or even simply not- boring, but I assure you - I, the most easily bored person on the face of the earth - was not bored. In fact, I rather enjoyed it.

Early 20th century England certainly did have its interesting literary circles, and Bennett was at times in the center of it. All circulating together you had Wells, Woolf, *James,* Conrad, Forster, etc. And they all went to each other's parties and made fun of each others spouses. Woolf - representative of a new modernist streak coming up in literature - had a heated public feud with Bennett over what makes a good novel, and whether the other's novels fit that model. Bennett said Woolf, among with other contemporary authors, had not "displayed the potential for mastering the novel." Woolf was equally vocal about her dislike for Bennett's style, calling him and other "materialist" novelists "mundane" and saying that their books could have been written by government workers. (IMO, she was wrong.) This went on for more than a decade. But when Bennett died, Woolf wrote the following in her diary: "Arnold Bennett died last night; which leaves me sadder than I should have supposed...I yet rather wished him to go on abusing me, and me abusing him." She described him as "a lovable genuine man; impeded, somewhat awkward in life; well meaning; ponderous; kindly; coarse; knowing he was coarse; ...glutted with success; wounded in his feelings; ...set upon writing; always taken in; deluded by splendor and success; but naive; an old bore; ...shopkeeper's view of literature; yet with the rudiments, covered over with fat and prosperity and the desire for hideous Empire furniture, of sensibility." I'm not sure if the quip about hideous Empire furniture is to be taken literally or if she is referring to his writing. Either way. I find it all fascinating, this interplay between these authors, and wish that I could go back and be invited to one of their parties. I wish I could be invited to one of their parties more than I wish that I could be invited to Paris c.1920 with Fitzgerald and Hemingway. I wish this even though parties with Woolf and co. would be much stuffier and high-brow and there would probably be less alcohol involved.

Old Wives' Tale is kind of like a turnip. You're dreading it - you know you have to eat it, but you don't want to. You take the smallest bite possible, and lo and behold, it's not as bad as you thought it would be. It's not your favorite food, but you still don't mind eating it. OWT isn't the best novel I've ever read - it won't knock your socks off. And I'm not entirely sure why it deserves to be considered one of the best of the 20th century - though it's definitely an improvement over some of the others. But it wasn't as terrible as I expected it to be. In fact, Old Wives' Tale was not at all what I was expecting. To my surprise, it turned out much better.

I never thought I would be comparing a novel to a turnip and meaning it as a compliment.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Old Wives Tale Quote

Nothing will sharpen the memory, evoke the past, raise the dead, rejuvenate the ageing, and cause both sighs and smiles, like a collection of photographs gathered together during long years of life.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Explaining my absence…

I haven’t been writing here much. This is due mostly to two factors: (1) thanks to having a young child in day care, Shawn & I catch everything he catches. And this past week, it has been both a nasty stomach bug AND a cold. Thanks, Brendan; and (2) what I'm reading is taking a looooonnng time. This would usually cause me great anxiety, not finishing books off quickly. I've been tempted to pick up some shorter novels, like John Le Carre's The Spy Who Came In From the Cold, etc., but haven't been able to get into them. I'm feeling very focused about finishing the Modern Library list, and if that means only reading 17 or so books this year, then so be it. It's pretty easy dealing with this situation right now, as all the books I'm in right now are pretty decent.

So...a reading update:
  • The Old Wives Tales - I'm about 60% of the way through, according to my Kindle. I'm liking it, which is surprising. Hopefully a post on that next week.
  • An American Tragedy - Only 25% of the way through, but also really enjoying it. Won't finish this until the end of February.
  • I, Claudius - just picked this up the other night...only reading a few pages at night when rocking Brendan to sleep, and again, it's really good. I'm having some trouble keeping track of everyone's relations, but I'm going to make some kind of family tree to hopefully solve that problem.
  • The Big Money - I can't really say that I'm actually "reading" this. I started it back in November (?) right after finishing 1919, but couldn't get into it. I thought going from one to the other would work, but I guess I needed a break. I'm hoping to start back up in February maybe...I don't want to get too far away from 1919, because I will forget everyone's relationships.

And on the movie-watching update, this week I think I'll begin what I'm calling my Grandpa Project. I've been meaning to do this for more than a year, and I think it's time. More info on this later...

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through Thursday asks...


What books did you get for Christmas (or whichever holiday you may have celebrated last month)? Do you usually ask for books on gift-giving occasions or do you prefer to buy them yourself?

I always ask for books on gift-giving occasions. In fact, other than movies and sometimes some music, it's pretty much all I ever ask for. Most of the time I have to give people a list. I understand why - because I have so many books, most people have no idea what I already have; still, I long for the time when someone will hand me a book and say, "I think you'd enjoy this." Especially if the selection revealed some intimate knowledge of my interests and quarks...especially if I DID enjoy it. I really do miss the spontaneity of not having to ask for any specific book.

So - what books did I get for Christmas...I hope that I can remember them all...

  • Blood Meridian - McCarthy
  • The Magus - Fowles
  • Parade's End - Ford Maddox Ford
  • Letters of Groucho Marx
  • Labyrinths - Borges
  • Beloved - Morrison
  • Little Women - Alcott
  • Wittgenstein's Mistress - Markson
  • Clea - Durrell
  • Mountolive - Durrell

I think that's it. I also went on a small spree myself this past weekend and purchased the following used books:

  • House for Mr. Biswas - Naipaul
  • Women in Love - Lawrence
  • King Solomon's Mines - Haggard (with a somewhat racially-inappropriate cover, which is probably why it was only $1.50)
  • East of Eden - Steinbeck
  • Age of Innocence - Wharton
  • A Short History of the Movies text book
  • Introduction to Film Studies text book

P.S. - I did forget one book I got for Christmas: Powwowing Among the Pennsylvania Dutch.