"I suppose people in the future will picture our
existence now, in London, as quite abnormal and pretty terrifying, and yet it
hasn't been, has it? I mean, in between the sticky moments, we seem to have
gone on much the same as usual—being pleased or miserable about the same
things, worrying about money and what our neighbours think of us, and getting a
devil of a kick out of any sort of promotion or achievement."
To
the extent that most readers have heard of Barbara Noble at all, it will be
because of the Persephone reprint of her 1946 novel Doreen, in which the title character is a young girl evacuated from
her working class home in London to a well-to-do home in the county, and her
subsequent alienation from her parents. Though I never blogged about that book,
I enthused about it in my notes, particularly the astuteness of Noble's child
psychology in portraying Doreen herself and a harrowing scene of London during
the Blitz.
As
is often the way with me, my appreciation of one of Noble's books only made me
yearn that much more for her most unobtainable work. And in the years since, I
had very nearly given up hope of ever having a chance to read The House Opposite, which was discussed
as a blitz novel in Jenny Hartley's Millions
Like Us, but which has virtually ceased to exist in libraries or
booksellers. A few weeks ago, however—a full seven years after first reading Doreen—I discovered a copy, complete
with (most of its) dustwrapper, at an almost
reasonable price from my old standby World of Rare Books. Eureka! I have
honestly rarely been more excited by a book find (and the fact that I added
several other alluring books to the same order didn't hurt any either—more on
those in upcoming posts, of course).
So
did it turn out to be worthwhile? Absolutely. Though perhaps not quite so much for it's relatively
run-of-the-mill plot as for its fascinating insights into life in London during
the Blitz. And while it's marvelously vivid in portraying both the attitudes
and emotions of Londoners and the drama of air raids and their human toll, it
also insistently and intriguingly downplays the experience, as you can tell
from the quotation above, which comes near the end of the book. Noble's theme
is that real life goes on much as normal, mundane and ordinary, even with the
prospect of death looming over one. Something of a change of pace, I think,
from many blitz novels which milk the drama for all it's worth, and all the
more interesting for that.
According
to Persephone's bio of Noble, she was working at 20th Century Fox's London
office before the war, and in 1939 became their London story editor. Between this and the author bio on the back flap of the book, which notes that she also volunteered in a Red Cross Sick Bay during the Blitz, it's apparent that the vividness and detail of her descriptions in The House Opposite stem from her own personal experiences. She knows whereof she speaks, and it
shows throughout, as this is one of the best documentations of life in the
Blitz that I've encountered.
The
story that forms the scaffolding for this wonderful documentation is perhaps a bit run-of-the-mill. It concerns itself mainly with Elizabeth
Simpson, a secretary in love with her married boss, Alex Foster (she refers to
them as "second-grade people" but believes that love will out), though
a number of other characters feature prominently as well. There's her co-worker
Joan Walsh, whose tales of her eccentric neighbors in the shelter enliven the
office; Elizabeth's father Henry, an air raid warden, and her mother Alice,
whose anxiety about the raids leads her to rely a bit too heavily on her secret
bottle of rum; Bob Craven, a soldier Elizabeth strings along as cover for her
illicit romance with Alex; Owen Cathcart, Elizabeth's neurotic teenage
neighbor, who is terrified that his adoration of his cousin Derek means he's
gay; and Owen's parents, kindly Daisy and shady Lionel, whose dealings in the
black market are about to catch up with him. And all of the characters are
(suitably for an author with a flair for both psychology and realism) entirely
believable and flawed—if not always entirely likeable—and they grow and evolve
in perfectly believable ways as well.
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It's
an enjoyable enough story, and moves at a tidy pace, but as I mentioned the
devil (or in this case the saint) is in the details. There's the fact that
people during the Blitz developed phobias about suggesting any changes to
another person's plans, for fear it would be their suggestion that resulted in
death or dismemberment. Or, there's Owen slipping out at night to watch the fireworks
and collecting souvenirs of shrapnel. Because, of COURSE a teenage boy would
want to do that! I might have been tempted myself, and in fact I still think it
would be rather cool to have a bit of shrapnel from the Blitz—does anyone have
such memorabilia hanging about, handed down from relations who were in the
thick of it?
There's
the desire to see the most dramatic of the ruins. In one scene, "Bob
hailed a taxi and began a lengthy conversation with the driver about the best
route for bomb damage." And there's the unique set of anxieties the Blitz
sets up for Elizabeth and Alex and their secret love affair: "To die
together would be simple. It would not be so simple to be dug out still alive
from the same collapsed building."
I
very much enjoyed Elizabeth's co-worker Joan's descriptions of her evenings in
the shelter, particularly the unflappable Miss Dalrymple:
"Elizabeth, you would have screamed last night. There was
the most God-awful row going on about half-past nine, before that first All
Clear, and we were all sitting in the basement pretending we didn't hear it and
Miss Dalrymple was telling an incredibly boring story about a Swiss alp she'd
climbed in the 'sixties, when suddenly, whoosh! down came a thousand-pounder, I
should say, about a couple of yards away—or that's what it felt like, anyhow.
The poor old house just rocked and the sideboard leant forward and bowed in a
polite way and then went back again. I fell on my stomach and hit my head
against the Major's—he'd had the same idea. Mrs. Henley let out a sort of
strangled squeak, and Miss Dalrymple shot forward off her chair and then
climbed back again in the most dignified way and said in just the same prim
little voice: 'I used to pick a lot of gentian and press it between the covers
of a book. Such a lovely blue!' Honestly, I have to hand it to the old
girl."
There's
a lovely evocation of what office work would have been like just after the
worst of the Blitz began:
All through September they had taken the day raids very
seriously at the office. The dingy old-fashioned house held three other firms
besides their own and when the sirens sounded most of the personnel of all four
would walk or run, as their temperaments directed, down to a basement room
which had, by the addition of a little timber, been converted into a shelter.
Each small group occupied a separate corner and had provided their own chairs
or benches. Some attempt was made to carry on work. Carter staggered up and
down with Elizabeth's typewriter, but there were too many people in a confined
space for much mental concentration to be possible. Joan frankly enjoyed the
opportunity to slack and read a novel. Carter had to be perpetually restrained
from darting out into the square to report on the dog-fights overhead. Miss
Lewis had a habit of "turning faint", which necessitated opening the
first-aid satchel to administer sal volatile and caused a lot of enjoyable flap
among the rest of the shelterers.
And
one of my favorite descriptions in the book is the following. It's well known,
if you've read much about life on the home front, that Tube stations became
makeshift bomb shelters during the Blitz (though, in typically British fashion,
order seems to have been established very quickly). But this passage, in which
Elizabeth is a passenger on a late train, really brings it to life:
Up and down the platform, women in a gay uniform of green
overall and scarlet bandeau walked with steaming enamel jugs of tea and trays
of buns and chocolate. But the passengers could not buy, however thirsty or
hungry they might be. From an hour determined by the black-out, the passengers
were incidental, must stand waiting for their trains at the extreme edge of the
platform, lonely and self-conscious figures on the fringe of other people's
home lives. The white-faced children still awake whimpered or strained their
eyes to read or darted with shrill cries from one group to the other. Their
tired mothers slapped them, without effect. An argument broke out and someone
quelled it. A Red Cross nurse was greeted with appreciative smiles. The doors
slid open and slid to, and the train moved on.
Like many Londoners who habitually and defiantly slept in
their own beds throughout the air raids, Elizabeth had a slight contempt for
the Tube shelterers and needed to remind herself that many of them were
homeless or had suffered damage to their nerves in proportion to the damage to
their backgrounds.
Noble's
brilliance at portraying psychology also comes to the fore in this passage
about the game Elizabeth makes of survival:
The click of her latchkey in the front door was the last move
in a game Elizabeth often played on raid nights. It started at the office. If
she stopped to wash her hands before she left, it might make all the difference
to whether she were killed or not. If she walked to the Underground by way of
Cambridge Circus and Charing Cross Road or by way of Greek Street and
Shaftesbury Avenue, it might make all the difference. If she waited for the
escalator to carry her or walked down it to the bottom, thus possibly catching
an earlier train, it might make all the difference. This game pleased her very
much. It added a perceptible spice to the general mixed flavour of life. It
also nourished her inherent fatalism.
Can't
you just imagine yourself playing such a game? It's that sort of passage that
makes it clear that Noble herself lived through the Blitz.
But
always throughout, there are reminders like this one of how mundane the whole
thing became for some residents of London:
October passed and November passed. A number of Londoners met
violent death in the night, a still larger number suffered varying degrees of
injury, the largest number of all suffered nothing more than inconvenience and
nervous strain.
(Squeamish readers might want to note that there's a rather gruesome—if completely realistic—scene in the hospital where Elizabeth, like Noble herself, spends some evenings and weekends nursing. It's a stark reminder of the horror and tragedy of the Blitz.)
I'm
always a little torn when reviewing novels like this. On one hand, it's not
great literature by any means, with its enjoyable but fairly run-of-the-mill
plot. On the other hand, what a wonderful social document of a fascinating
time! I could bury myself for days and days in books like this. The same could
be said of Barbara Beauchamp's similarly hyper-obscure Wine of Honour, which I reviewed recently (here),
and indeed of Josephine Kamm's Peace,
Perfect Peace, which I reviewed a couple of years ago here—both
of those being amazing records of the immediate postwar days.
How
do you, dear readers, feel about books like these? Is the story itself all in
all for you, the background merely a backdrop, and without a brilliant plot and
loveable characters there's just no point? Or is a vivid and unique background
enough to make it all worth your while? I don't ask for entirely frivolous reasons, since I always sort of bear in mind
whether books like these could possibly make viable future Furrowed Middlebrow
titles…
You shouldn't feel torn about reviewing these sorts of novels, Scott. I know I'm not alone in coming here for these very things. Besides, The House Opposite clearly contains some very fine writing, and as you say, it is a wonderful social document.
ReplyDeleteMore please!
I was very interested to read about the phobia against changes in plans. This is perfectly understandable. Though the consequences didn't lead to death or dismemberment, you've reminded me that in my youth I twisted the arm of a college acquaintance in getting him to attend a party. As it turned out, it was at that soirée that he met the girl he would marry. I remember being just slightly ticked that my influence was not acknowledged at their wedding. Time passed, and we fell out of contact. Years later, I ran into him on a street in Montreal. Naturally, I asked after his wife. Turns out they'd divorced after he'd caught her in an affair that had begun before they'd married. Haven't seen him since. I will understand if he harbours some resentment.
Thank you Brian! Glad to hear that you enjoy my posts on the most obscure books I can find!
DeleteMaybe you could tell your friend to look on the bright side -- at least he didn't have a bomb dropped on him because of that party!
If the background is something interesting to me, like WWII England or Scotland, then I certainly enjoy and value a book for that background without need of a deep plot. I will admit that if all the characters are unlikable it can create a downer.
ReplyDeleteI have recently been enjoying re-reading some books that were written/published in my teen years and early 20's. When I first read them, I read for plot and character. But now it is largely to remind me of the background, a time that I don't remember as clearly as I thought I did. Examples include the contemporary Elizabeth Peters books and the "Rabbi Small" mystery series.
Jerri
True, Jerri and I was just thinking last night about those two Dorothy Gilman books I think you're familiar with -- The Nun in the Closet and The Tightrope Walker -- and how thoroughly they evoke the 1970s.
DeleteI gave The Nun in the Closet to Our Holly (of both the Stevenson AND Thirkell lists) a few Christmases ago - I gave her three or four "nun-themed" murder mysteries. Boy, those nuns got up to a lot int hose novels!
DeleteTom
I forgot to add, I do think that this book sounds like one I would very much want to read if I ever get a chance.
ReplyDeleteJerri
Thanks Jerri!
DeleteThis definitely needs to be a Dean Street Press FB reprint.......Pretty Please!
ReplyDeleteGreat to know. Thanks Sue!
DeleteYes, I second that.
ReplyDeleteThank you Ann!
DeleteSounds very much like something I would read with great pleasure. Your eye is true, Scott, so please accept my "for" vote for a future FMB choice!
ReplyDeleteThank you Barb! I know your excellent judgement from your blog too so I'm glad to know it's intriguing to you.
DeleteI agree, the Dean Street Press/Furrowed Middlebrow needs to publish this title, It sounds like a good shelf mate to Frances Faviell's Chelsea Concerto!
ReplyDeleteThanks Gina! There are definitely parallels between the two books.
DeleteI have always been fascinated by books about the blitz (Time to Go Back by Mabel Esther Allan) and evacuation (Home Again by Michelle Magourian) and have occasionally read a book that was disappointing apart from its social context. This does sound interesting, however. Also, Scott, in your nonexistent free time, you should read The War That Saved My Life by Bradley, which is a really extraordinary juvenile evacuation story.
ReplyDeleteMay I second both the juvenile (so-called) novels, and also Magorian's other evacuation novel, "Good Night, Mr. Tom," which has the much darker side. But excellent reading. One of her novels (Home Again?, was filmed with Hayley Mills - as the mother!) Also, Kerr wrote one called "When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbiut," and Bawden won an award for her novel "Carrie's War." Oh, dear, one can go on and on!)
DeleteTom
Thanks for the recommendations Constance and Tom! I happen to have a review of an evacuee novel coming up soon.
DeleteOn the non-fiction side of the Blitz, I'd recommend The Love Charm of Bombs. V interesting. https://www.bloomsbury.com/uk/the-love-charm-of-bombs-9781408833483/
DeleteYes, I'm happy to read books that take me right into a time a place I cannot otherwise visit, if they are well done.
ReplyDeleteI'm currently reading Frances Faviell's The Dancing Bear, her account of immediate post-war Berlin. It is utterly harrowing what was happening to the people there. I had no idea. The book is riveting.
Many thanks to Dean Street and Furrowed Middlebrow for it.
I would definitely buy this if it were an FM reprint! I loved Doreen, it's one of my favorite Persephone novels. And I am always interested in the war at home. I've always found the Blitz to be fascinating yet terrifying.
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