Saturday, 11 May 2024

My review of The Old Wives' Tale, by Arnold Bennett

The Old Wives' Tale

by Arnold Bennett

My rating: 5 out of 5 stars

First published in 1908, this is considered one of Bennett's finest works. His breathtaking detail and description is something to behold.

The story begins around 1840 in the Stafforshire pottery town of Burslem, where young sisters Constance and Sophia Baines work in their parents' draper's shop. They are initially close but contrastingly different girls, Sophie the younger considered incorrigible by the more proper Constance. As they grow up the girls drift, mentally and geographically, apart. Later also set partly in Paris, the tale tracks each sister, separately, into the full bloom of adulthood, the prime of maturity and the frailty of their dotage. It concludes in 1905.

The book divides into four parts. The first, 'Mrs Baines', introduces the two sisters and those around them, in their bedridden father's combined shop-cum-house overlooking the town square. With their father ill, the sisters' primary parent is their mother. By the end of this section, rebellious Sophia has eloped with a travelling salesman, while obedient Constance has married her parent's shop employee, Mr Povey.

The second part, 'Constance', follows sensible Constance through to her grey-haired retirement, when she reunites with her long-lost runaway sister. Her unremarkable life is defined not by adventure or outstanding accomplishments, but by deeply personal events, such as her husband's death, her growing worries over her son's life decisions and social behaviour.

The third part, 'Sophia', follows passionate young Sophia after her elopement. Deserted in Paris by her husband, she survives the odds, becoming a successful pensione proprietor.

The fourth part, 'What Life Is', sees the two sisters reunite. Worldly old Sophia finally returns to her Burslem childhood home, which plain old Constance has never left.

It's mindboggling that one man could have created so much intricate detail in these wonderful Victorian characters. How on earth did he achieve this?

In his initial published introduction, Bennett mentioned his debt to Guy de Maupassant's Une Vie (that same introduction originally included a nod to W. K. [Lucy] Clifford's Aunt Anne, but her mention is intermittently omitted from various subsequent editions and is permanently absent by the 1983 edition). Bennett's inspiration for the actual story was triggered by a chance encounter in a Paris restaurant, as he recounts:

'...an old woman came into the restaurant to dine. She was fat, shapeless, ugly, and grotesque. She had a ridiculous voice, and ridiculous gestures. It was easy to see that she lived alone, and that in the long lapse of years she had developed the kind of peculiarity which induces guffaws among the thoughtless.

I reflected, concerning the grotesque diner: "This woman was once young, slim, perhaps beautiful; certainly free from these ridiculous mannerisms. Very probably she is unconscious of her singularities. Her case is a tragedy. One ought to be able to make a heartrending novel out of the history of a woman such as she." Every stout, ageing woman is not grotesque — far from it! — but there is an extreme pathos in the mere fact that every stout ageing woman was once a young girl with the unique charm of youth in her form and movements and in her mind. And the fact that the change from the young girl to the stout ageing woman is made up of an infinite number of infinitesimal changes, each unperceived by her, only intensifies the pathos.'

Perfect in every way, I have never read anything in this category that surpasses this in literary quality or storytelling. Why this is not more famously celebrated I can't imagine. No major updated screen adaption has eventuated since the 1921 film The Old Wives' Tale starring Fay Compton, Florence Turner and Henry Victor, other than the 1988 BBC TV series Sophia and Constance starring Alfred Burke, Lynsey Beauchamp and Katy Behean.

I adore this oft overlooked great classic. Everyone should read it at least once in their life.

My review of Get Happy: The Life of Judy Garland, by Gerald Clarke

Get Happy: The Life of Judy Garland

by Gerald Clarke

My rating: 4 out of 5 stars

As irresistible as its subject, this fine biography had me grinning for weeks, occasionally gasping and, now and then, just a tad teary.

Much has been written about Judy Garland, some of it even true. This, however, is well documented material that we instinctively trust to be uninvented.

Judy's artistic and aesthetic insecurities sometimes robbed her from knowing how widely loved she was. Nor was this not uncommon Hollywood syndrome helped by her not uncommon addiction. She did, however, know deep down, which was how she was able to reach out and have live concert audiences eating from the palm of her hand right up to the end. Some fans turned on her as she unravelled, but more remained steadfast in their loyalty.

The little Francis Gumm and her performing vaudeville sisters had precarious moments in what now, in retrospect, appears an earthy, well rooted professional start. They learned the ropes, on the job, from being knee high.

When Judy went on to Hollywood and attended school with other young aspirants, she was the ugly duckling of the class and never really forgot that. Of course, we see her as beautiful in many of her big screen hits, but she was 'different' in her beauty. (So many demographics related to this.)

Her common touch was priceless, her voice incredible. When Fred Astaire called her 'the greatest entertainer who ever lived' he was not consciously exaggerating. We assume she never got to hear those kind words.

Judy won a Juvenile Academy Award, a Golden Globe Award, Grammy Awards and a Special Tony Award. She had Academy Award nominations for Best Actress in the remake of A Star Is Born (1954) and Best Supporting Actress in Judgment at Nuremberg (1961). She remains the youngest recipient (at 39) of the Cecil B. DeMille Award for lifetime achievement in the motion picture industry. She was posthumously honoured with a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award in 1997.

We wonder whether she'd have laughed out loud at suggestions that her demise was the final straw that triggered the Stonewall riots, giving rise to the modern gay liberation movement. Or whether she'd have been flattered.

Her legacy includes the precious recordings of her legendary singing and films - not to mention some pretty legendary offspring. And to help cement that legacy is this decently penned biography, to hopefully put lesser, more gossipy works back where they belong.

My review of Love and Louis XIV: The Women in the Life of the Sun King, by Antonia Fraser

Love and Louis XIV: The Women in the Life of the Sun King

by Antonia Fraser 

My rating: 4 out of 5 stars

While Antonia Fraser is perhaps my all-time favourite biographer, certain of her subjects have not interested me greatly. This, in my opinion, is one of her best for its sheer literary quality.

I could happily soak up Lady Fraser's eloquence on any old thing. So, this not being my favourite or most familiar royal court or period, I relished the opportunity to read her elaboration on it, to gain insight into an epoch I have previously found drier and more awkward to penetrate than others.

I pride myself as an aficionado on other times and reigns while humbly conceding my novice status on this. Hence my need to be gently nurtured into it by fine, readable writing.

Fraser's considerate genealogical charts were also of immeasurable assistance as I flipped back and forth between text and reference to keep up with the many similar yet unfamiliar names. 

This work stylistically transcends many of her others; she has matured so beautifully as a writer. Not since her 1969 Mary, Queen of Scots have I been so enraptured by her words, sentences and human insight - only this way have I learnt much history. It is ultimately, for this reader, the way the topic at hand is presented rather than the topic itself.

I spent weeks on this this. Can only compare it with immersing myself in the most splendidly sumptuous candlelit aromatic bath I've ever had. I re-emerged suitably enlightened, pampered and eternally grateful.

Not the most groundbreaking educational journey of my life, but remedial therapy of the highest order and an invaluable preliminary glimpse into what I still find a less fascinating world than medieval and Tudor England.

My review of Brass Diva: The Life and Legends of Ethel Merman, by Caryl Flinn

Brass Diva: The Life and Legends of Ethel Merman

by Caryl Flinn

My rating: 4 out of 5 stars

It was when I heard an old industry anecdote that I became as interested in the woman as 'that' voice I'd played over and over as a mere stagestruck slip of thing lip synching into a hairbrush in my bedroom mirror:

Scene:

Ethel Merman's dressing room.

Time:

Production briefing after first dress rehearsal.

Junior Producer (timidly, as he backs out of her door):

Oh, and what, um, were you thinking of ... doing with your hair, Ms Merman?

Ethel Merman:

Washin' it!

Needless to say, when I noticed this book luring me like a siren on a shelf, I snatched it away without hesitation.

This straight-talking stenographer from Queens, NYC, started out singing in 1920s midtown Manhattan clubs, after working her office day job. Inspired by vaudeville shows she watched as a youngster, at home she had practiced emulating the voices of stars like Fanny Brice and Sophie Tucker. Her own belting mezzo-soprano voice, however, turned out to be undisguisable.

As singers performed without microphones when Ethel started out, she had an advantage later. She famously never took a singing lessons and Broadway lore holds that George Gershwin advised her never to.

She became tagged the 'First Lady of musical comedy' after launching many now standard Broadway musical numbers, including showstoppers crafted for her by greats like Cole Porter and Stephen Sondheim.

Her signature repertoire included: 'I Got Rhythm', 'Everything's Coming Up Roses', 'Some People', 'Rose's Turn', 'I Get a Kick Out of You', 'It's De-Lovely', 'Friendship', 'You're the Top', 'Anything Goes' and her eventual theme song, 'There's No Business Like Show Business'.

Merman was one of a kind, salt of the earth, a grafter and a trooper who never lost touch with her humble origins. Even so, she paradoxically somehow became the ultimate Broadway diva. Like others before and since, she had earned this status, this special place in theatrical history and, once on her throne, she defended her creative prerogative as does a lioness her cubs. 

This is a thorough, well penned biography, not a fast or trashy read. It gives an extensive history of an unlikely diva, including her formative phase, long before she had any inkling of her legendary destiny.

A great book about a fierce and funny woman you'd never want to have in your ear.