regshoe: Black and white picture of a man reading a large book (Reading 2)
I've had a rough little while IRL; various stressful things are still going on, or at least looming in the background, and attempts at recovery in the last couple of days have met with mixed success. And I've had to slow down some of the fannish stuff I was working on—some very cool things for the website soon, I hope—which is frustrating. But I've managed some reading thoughts this afternoon, so here goes...


The Doctor's Wife by Mary Elizabeth Braddon (1864). Chosen at random from Project Gutenberg's collection of books by the author of Lady Audley's Secret and Aurora Floyd, both of which I really enjoyed. This one is more domestic drama than sensation novel—the one sensation-type element, which is hinted at early on and then comes back to play a crucial role in the conclusion, fits in badly, and I felt that that ending was a bit of a contrived solution to the otherwise irresolvable difficulties raised more interestingly by the rest of the book. The title refers to Isabel Sleaford, a highly dreamy and imaginative young woman who escapes her dreary lower-middle-class suburban life via novels; George Gilbert, a model old-fashioned country doctor, falls suddenly in love with her, and she accepts his proposal largely out of a belief that this love-affair will at last bring some of the dramatic romance she loves in fiction into her real life. It goes badly, as you might expect; and I was interested by how much of the blame the narrative/Braddon is willing to place on George for seeing Isabel as a sort of ideal woman, and acting on his feelings for that ideal, without acknowledging or trying to understand her as a person. Isabel falls in love with another man, a rich landowner and idle poet who appears far more really dramatic and romantic than George... and ultimately finds out that he's not what she thought him, either. But I think Braddon set up a good scenario and then couldn't come up with a good resolution, hence that contrived sensation ending. The other appearance of sensation novels in the book is through a side character who writes them, and who made for some entertaining satirical commentary on the genre.

The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman by Laurence Sterne (1759-67). Now this is a cool eighteenth-century novel! I think if it had been much more recent than 1767 I wouldn't have liked it at all—I don't have the brain for post-modern experimental weirdness, which this book is really remarkably like considering its age—but as it is I was able to appreciate the weirdness, firstly as illustrating a lot of interesting historical stuff (not least the language and phrasing of weird digressions in eighteenth-century idiom! but also domestic life, philosophy, attitudes to sex, contemporary warfare, Continental travel, etc. etc.) and secondly as an author playing with and making havoc of the conventions of an artistic form that was still relatively new and developing into the novel as we'd come to know it. To say that it's full of digressions feels misleading, in that it's not like some eighteenth-century novels where there's a framing story from which the narrative constantly wanders off into side stories; here there is an ostensible framing story (the life of the narrator) which in fact barely goes anywhere, as Shandy instead spends hundreds of pages going off on tangents, describing more or less relevant incidents in the lives of his family members and opining at length on pretty much everything. It's very entertaining. I especially liked Tristram's Uncle Toby, who—having been in the army and fought in many sieges—is obsessed with siege warfare, and meticulously makes little model copies of the various sieges of Marlborough's wars in his garden in real time.

Another Country by Julian Mitchell (play script, 1981). I watched the 1984 film recently, and [personal profile] edwardianspinsteraunt, who had recced the film, also suggested checking out the script of the play on which the film was based. Both film and play are set at an unnamed public school in the 1930s, and show the events following on the suicide of a pupil who was caught having sex with another boy: vividly illustrating both the ubiquity of homosexuality at public schools and the hypocrisy surrounding it, and various other issues to do with power and (in)justice. The main character, Guy Bennett, is loosely based on the spy Guy Burgess; the play is in some ways less explicit about this than the film, which adds a prologue/epilogue set in the contemporary Soviet Union and showing Bennett's future life as a defector, but then there's more hinting at where his future might go within the play itself. It's very good; I would highly recommend both the play and the film to anyone who likes this sort of 'gay drama at public schools' fiction. I wish I could see the play on stage; apparently the most recent production was in 2016, so I suppose there's still hope of another at some point.

Bonnie Prince Charlie: Charles Edward Stuart by Frank McLynn (1988). The definitive biography of BPC. Apparently some editions of the book have the alternative subtitle A Tragedy in Many Acts, which, yeah, that's about the size of it. Charles Edward Stuart's life was pretty awful in many ways, and so was he in many ways, and yet there is that constant tantalising idea of what might have been... The book is, as you might expect, full of fascinating historical detail. McLynn spends the most time (12 chapters out of 38) on the '45, focussing on Charles's role, his interactions with the other major figures of the Rising and why he made the choices he did; but there's also a lot about his life both before and afterwards: Charles's childhood and early experiences; his position in European aristocratic society (much of the book largely gives the impression that eighteenth-century European aristocratic society was just a really bad idea), and his relationships with various other people in it; his further Jacobite efforts after the '45; and his and Jacobitism's ultimate decline. I think the chapters on the years immediately following the '45 were the ones I found most interesting (partly because of their relevance to my current WIP, set among Jacobites in 1752-3); McLynn picks up on the events described by Andrew Lang in Pickle the Spy and fills in many details that Lang wasn't aware of or was mistaken about, and details Charles's further efforts at a Stuart restoration and how it all ended up failing, as well as his various doings in France and elsewhere in the meantime. I would very much recommend this book, with two caveats: firstly, in those chapters about the early 1750s, there's one big error regarding the Appin murder (as I noted when I started this book), and of course that suggests the possibility of other errors about which I didn't happen to know better; secondly, McLynn makes use of quite a lot of dodgy-sounding Freudian psychology in attempting to explain Charles's character.
regshoe: Black and white picture of a man reading a large book (Reading 2)
I'm a bit behind on my reading posts, so this is the beginning of a catch-up! Since my last post I've also re-read The Wounded Name by D. K. Broster and read Villette by Charlotte Brontë, but I think those both want their own posts—and Villette, a very strange and captivating book, could do with a bit more mulling over before I write about it—so I shall leave them for now.

Aurora Floyd by Mary Elizabeth Braddon (1863). I decided to read this one because a) it had been sitting around on my e-reader for ages, after I read and enjoyed Lady Audley's Secret some years ago and b) I kept mixing it up with Aurora Leigh (the poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, quoted at some length by D. K. Broster in The Yellow Poppy), and I thought perhaps if I read them both I'd be able to remember the difference. Anyway! This is a sensation novel, and very excitingly sensational it is. Aurora Floyd, our heroine, is the daughter of a rich banker and an actress of humble origins, whom the banker saw on stage, fell head over heels for and married. Apparently this dubious ancestry makes her a good sensation novel character: she's wilful and cheerfully unconventional, bewitchingly beautiful, passionate about horses and racing, and she has a definite flair for making dramatic and dramatically bad choices in life. Aurora's mother dies when she is a baby, and we meet her as a young woman living with her father at his grand house in Kent and being courted by two rival suitors, a proud Cornishman and a jovial Yorkshireman. But there is a mysterious Dark Secret in Aurora's past, which rears its head to ruin one of her love affairs and turns up again after she marries the other suitor; the drama resulting from this forms the plot of the second two volumes, and finally and rather unexpectedly turns into a murder mystery—an early example, five years before The Moonstone, and it was kind of cool getting to see the mystery/detective genre developing out of the sensation genre in real time, as it were. At last Aurora's secret comes out, with dramatic consequences...

I enjoyed the book; Braddon is very good at sensation novel drama, and as omniscient narrator she often goes off into entertaining long, eloquent tangents on literature, morals and society. (My favourite is one that comes just after Aurora's marriage and amounts to 'well, it's customary for novels to end with the happy marriage, but that's silly! People's lives don't stop being full of interesting incident when they marry; why do we ignore the potential of the rest of our characters' existence? I'm not going to!') It is rather spoiled by some silly prejudices; the main villains of the book, set against Aurora's wealth and happiness, are a widowed and economically precarious governess/companion and an intellectually disabled servant dismissed from his lifelong post, and there could have been a good point in there about how marginalised people become embittered by mistreatment and resort to the wrongs society gives them plenty of incentive to commit, but Braddon takes the simplistic 'nope, they're just evil!' angle, even denying the murderer the more interestingly-complicated motive they could have had.

The Governess; Or, The Little Female Academy by Sarah Fielding (1749). This is apparently the first purposely-written children's novel in English, as well as the first boarding-school story, so I decided to give it a try and see how that excellent genre began. It takes place at a girls' school run by the aptly-named Mrs Teachum, and is almost mathematically precise in structure. Each chapter takes place during one day, and in each our narrator gives us a description of one girl who then tells her life story, retailing how she used to have some moral fault, which she overcame to become a good, well-behaved eighteenth-century child and model pupil. This is interspersed with stories—fairytales and a play—read by the eldest girl to her classmates, and discussions of the moral lessons to be drawn from each story. It is, er, kind of didactic. Much improving, edifying eighteenth-century morality for young girls is inculcated, some of it good (don't get into fights with your schoolfellows over who should get the nicest apple in the basket; don't be silly and vain; tell the truth; take responsibility for your actions) and some of it horrifying (obey your parents in everything; don't ever dream of the wicked evil of thinking for yourself in anything at all—I'm only slightly exaggerating the wording here; remember that fairytales are sources of moral lessons, and you mustn't get all excited about fantasy stuff like giants and magic because they're not real and that's bad; you can be upset if your cat dies, but don't be too upset because you owe your parents the pleasing sight of a happy, carefree child no matter how you actually feel). An interesting window into the eighteenth-century moral mind; in some ways it feels much like a children's version of A Description of Millenium Hall, with the all-female community engaged in rational and improving occupations and discoursing upon duty and morality amongst themselves and to the reader. Genre-wise, it's clearly a much earlier development than Tom Brown's School Days, with very little plot and only a bit in common with later school stories.

Worrals of the W.A.A.F. by W. E. Johns (1941). Yes, I have been convinced to read W. E. Johns! Not Biggles, though, that's too many books, but the idea of exciting adventure novels with female main characters—and only ten of them—was very appealing, so I gave this one a try. It is indeed a very good exciting adventure novel. Our intrepid heroine, Joan 'Worrals' Worralson, is a pilot in the Women's Auxiliary Air Force who starts the book wishing she had some more exciting things to do than ferrying planes back and forth. Pretty soon she does, as she and her best friend Betty 'Frecks' Lovell uncover a dastardly plot by some German spies and get into increasingly dramatic adventures: they investigate and discover more about the plot; Worrals is kidnapped by the spies and Frecks goes to rescue her; there are hidden airfields and secret passages and cunning plans in plenty. It's a very efficient book: not much more than a hundred pages long, it packs in a lot of twisting and turning action, a surprising amount of character detail and some commentary on the sexism Worrals faces and triumphantly refutes. I especially liked the interaction between Worrals—intrepid, clever and fearless—and Frecks—a bit silly, sometimes afraid but finding courage to save the day and/or Worrals. I wouldn't call it very femslashy, but there are definitely possibilities there. The only thing that slightly marred it for me was a feeling that a then-contemporary Second World War setting is both too recent and too serious for me to enjoy a dramatic adventure novel quite as well as e.g. something written in the nineteenth century and set in the eighteenth. However, it's a good, fun book and I intend to continue with the series!

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