The Rose and the Yew Tree by Agatha Christie
(under the name Mary Westmacott)
published 1948
The narrator’s sister-in-law is expected to help out in the
runup to the UK general election of 1945, in a small town in Cornwall
Teresa, who never wears a hat unless she goes to a wedding, had made an expedition to London and had returned with the kind of hat which was, according to her, suitable for a Conservative Woman…
It must, she said, be a hat of good material, not dowdy, but not too fashionable. It must set well on the head and it must not be frivolous… She put it on and Robert and I applauded. ‘It’s damned good, Teresa,’ said Robert. ‘It makes you look earnest and as though you had a purpose in life.’ You will understand, therefore, that to see Teresa sitting on the platform wearing the Hat lured me irresistibly to the Drill Hall on a remarkably fine summer’s afternoon…
Hat no 1 – from NYPL –
might be too frivolous, but not as much as you might think, if you look at hats
of the time.
Hat no 2 - The
picture shows a matronly hat, on a most
respectable scientist called Alice Brown, from the Smithsonian. Too dowdy.
Something in between?
Last year I completed my Agatha
Christie Project: at least one post (often more) on each of the
canonical crime books. I’ve also covered various other works by and about her –
including a couple of the Mary Westmacotts. She published these ‘straight’
novels under that other name, and at first the author’s identity was a secret from
the public. It’s a long time since I read this one, and I remembered almost
nothing about it - then I saw a reference to it and decided to give it another
look.
It is very readable, you can speed through it, and has some
funny and interesting moments. The title is a quotation from TS Eliot.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew tree are of equal duration
The narrator, Hugh, has been badly injured in a road
accident, and is in a wheelchair. After a dramatic and intriguing prologue, he
goes back to tell us the story of one John Gabriel. After his accident, and a
failed love affair, Hugh goes to rebuild
his life with his brother and sister-in-law in Cornwall – St Loo, an invented
town that Christie used several times.
As above, the book is set at a very specific time: the 1945
general election in the UK, held just after World War 2 ended. Hugh and
everyone he knows becomes involved in working (of course) for the Conservative
Party, and John Gabriel is their candidate: a war hero from a lower-class
background.
‘I wish this chap was a
gentleman, but he isn’t, and there it is. If you can’t have a gentleman, I
suppose a hero is the next best thing.’
That’s the conservative agent. Local worthy Lady Tressilian
says
‘It’s such a pity that he’s got such
common legs.’
There is a young woman, Isabella, languishing around - her character never became completely clear
to me. Gabriel and she have some kind of repulsion/attraction feeling. Gabriel
also is mixed up with the vet’s wife, Milly, and although that is platonic,
there is a fear of scandal.
Isabella is waiting for her cousin Rupert to come home from
the war, and everyone hopes they will be
married.
There is a lot of talk of politics: Lady Tressilian thinks
MPs shouldn’t be paid, because the right kind of person would have a private
income and do it out of duty. This had been an issue in Trollope’s
Phineas Finn, written 80 years earlier.
Also discussed: bravery, and love and roses – and of course
the class system. Shakespeare is much mulled over: Hamlet and Othello. There is
talk of evacuees who have been treated cruelly – the seeds perhaps of another work
by Christie around the same time.
There is a big social event
Our next local excitement was
the whist drive. It was being got up by the Women’s Institute…People flocked
along to the Long Barn. There was fancy dress and dancing as well as the whist
drive proper.
though Christie lets us down rather by having Hugh sit
outside rather than attending. But then:
I saw a tall white-clad figure
come out from the Long Barn. It hesitated a moment then walked in my direction.
I had known at once it was Isabella. She came and sat down on the stone bench.
The harmony of the night was complete.
John Gabriel is very free with being rude about Lady St Loo
‘That old bitch fairly puts the wind up me!’ which I don’t think is a common
usage in Christie – though Eva Kane in Mrs
McGinty’s Dead is described as one.
Everything will come to a head around the time of the
election: July 5th 1945.
Then, a couple of years pass, and some of the main
characters will meet up again with dramatic scenes in a Balkan city called
Zagrade. And then more years pass (we are now well into the future from
publication date, not a usual Christie thing) and the story resolves itself.
‘White-clad’, above, and ‘a long dark tweed coat’ are as
close to clothes descriptions as we get so I picked
out another dress of the era for Isabella, and a hat poised to
show what an enigma she was. (Not a Conservative Lady hat)
Her almost-fiance Rupert says this about her:
‘I think what I like best
about her is that she’s got no sense of humour.’
‘You don’t think she has?’
‘None whatever. It’s
wonderfully restful … I’ve always suspected that a sense of humour is a kind of
parlour trick we civilized folk have taught ourselves as an insurance against
disillusionment. We make a conscious effort to see things as funny, simply because
we suspect they are unsatisfactory.’
Well, there was something in
that …
Rupert himself is said to have had ‘no bad fairies at his christening. Well, if there’s not one bad fairy — where’s your story? That, perhaps, was what made Rupert St Loo not quite real.
What a very strange book this is. You can see it in a line
with some of the odder Christie short stories…. The male first-person narrator
is something of a familiar figure. The book also has surprising echoes of Emily Bronte's Wuthering
Heights.
I enjoyed reading it, and thought Christie had some very
interesting things to say in it, but I fear I may have missed the point, I
didn’t get the real feel behind it, and would welcome anyone else telling me
what they took from it. Laura Thompson’s highly enjoyable 2007 biography of Christie uses the other Westmacott novels as an absolute guide to Agatha's life – but even she cannot seem to make much of this one. The character of
Isabella is a blank at the centre of the book, which is a shame: Christie
created other female characters – even minor ones - in a few lines, compelling
and convincing ones.
Photo of people voting at the July 45 General Election from
the Imperial
War Museum collection. Taken by a Ministry of Information
photographer.
A village whist drive, also from Imperial
War Museum.
The dowdy matron’s hat was used in this post
The
Nutmeg Tree by Margery Sharp, where Julia (the best Sharp
heroine) was trying to look more respectable. Though that is undoubtedly not
Julia’s face.
I will be writing more about matrons’ hats soon…
Fashion
sketch from the NY Met collection: designed by Lelong for
Bergdorf Goodman.
The hat on the right is definitely not suitable for a Conservative lady - it looks like something Nora Batty might have worn!
ReplyDeleteI disagree! It wouldn't have been right for Teresa in the book, but many a Conservative lady would have worn a hat like that. And it could have been zhushed up a bit...
DeleteOh dear that hat on the right - I suppose it might have been a rich and beautiful colour to compensate for the shape, though the wearer’s resigned expression suggests otherwise. It does look warm though - perhaps as a scientist she focussed on the practical.
ReplyDeleteI’ve never read any of Agatha Christie’s “straight” novels - maybe I should though this doesn’t sound like the one to start with. I take it Lady Tressilian didn’t give any pointers on distinguishing common legs from gentlemanly legs?
Sovay
As above, I think it could have been worn differently and looked OK.
DeleteI suspect 'common legs' is something Christie overheard, and she lets it stand without further discussion, which I think is the right decision.
I think the Mary Westmacotts are mainly for completists, but they definitely have their points of interest, and are easy to read. I think Absent in the Spring is the best of them: with a clever setup of a woman who is alone in the desert and is forced to think about her life.
Oh, that hat! Well, as to the story, Moira, it shows a different side of Christie, at least to me. I like her 'Christie' side better than the 'Westmacott' side; it's almost as though she were a different writer, if that makes sense. Still, as you say, there are interesting bits here, and she always had an eye for what was happening in her society.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love Absent in the Spring!
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