Jenny Wren & The Curate’s Wife both by EH Young
published 1932 & 1934
There’ll Always be an England by Victoria Mather and Sue
McCartney-Snape
published 2010
[excerpt] At dusk on Christmas Eve Dahlia went into the church and
slipped into one of the back pews She had done her share of decorating earlier
in the day, and now all the parcels had been delivered, all the calls on the
sick had been made, she could think of nothing she had left undone and she was
very tired…
It was almost dark where she sat, but there were lights at
the other end of the long church and she could see figures moving near the
pulpit and the chancel rails. They were far enough away to seem like figures
thrown on to a screen and there was an unreality, a sort of futility, in their
movements.
comments: These two books are almost one: the story of two sisters
who move into Bristol with their widowed mother and keep a lodging-house.
(Discussion of both will definitely SPOILER the first –
though, honestly, the title of the second already does that)
It is very Austen-esque – the two sisters looking for life
and love: and the connection is made overt in a funny moment near the end where
one girl mentions Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and is thought to be boasting of
posh relations.
Because class is a key element here: the girls’ now-dead
father married ‘beneath himself’, and their mother is the subject of gossip.
Plus – they keep a boarding-house and do housework. Hard to place for some of
those around them.
I liked the books, but thought them long-winded (they could
have been edited down to one good novel). I did occasionally became impatient
with the agonies of class, morality and religion. Dahlia pursues the church
really as a way of meeting people, and ends up (this is the
SPOILER)
marrying the curate.
Jenny is involved with various young men, and it is not clear who she will end
up with. The time-frame is short: the two books together cover less than a year in
their lives.
One thing while reading it was that I had to keep reminding
myself that it is clearly taking place at the time it was written, early 1930s:
the life and behaviour of everyone seemed much more to belong to pre-WW1 days.
I had to keep re-imagining their appearances.
EH Young was a stalwart of the early
days of the Virago Press, who did such a good job, starting in the 1980s, of
reprinting women’s fiction. Young’s book The
Misses Malletts gave us a New Year entry a few
years ago.
She lived an unconventional life herself, though not too
openly: widowed in the First World War, she took her dead husband’s best friend
as her lover, and moved in with him and his wife. As you might expect, she has
a kind and non-judgemental attitude to those of her characters with ‘moral
failings’. In general she is very good at looking at everyone’s views, seeing
both sides of the question. It is a very nuanced look at various marriages and
relationships, and she doesn’t always take the direction you expect. So it
makes for an interesting and occasionally surprising read.
One item I would take her up on: she often doesn’t show, or
give the dialogue, of important scenes. She tells you about them later, or
summarises them. And also – a great, if rather niche, Clothes in Books
failing – she trails both an upcoming dance (and a new dress), and the
performance of a play by the Church young people’s group. Neither of these
excellent opportunities happens during the novel – a disappointment.
But still plenty to enjoy.
Picture by Mike
Pennington via Wikimedia Commons, described thus:
“Watchnight service, Christmas Eve, Old Rattray. Fog
wreathes the church; inside the watchnight service has begun. Listen carefully -
you may be able to hear the sleigh bells above the chorus of Silent Night.”
The two young women are from much earlier (1920) and
wearing very expensive clothes (Worth) but I liked it as a picture of the two
sisters, who are keen on flowers – there is much discussion. NYPL.
The drawing of ‘decorating the church’ comes from a
collection of The Daily Telegraph’s Social Stereotypes (There’ll Always be
an England, 2010) - this was a
weekly feature in the paper, of great truth, eloquence, and absolute hilarity.
Each item consisted of a drawing like this one, and words to match. Those
decorating the church here are obviously 80 years later than those in the
novel, but some things don’t change.
I was just going to use and mention briefly the Social Stereotype picture, but when I did that previous post on decorating the church – Trollope, here – there was a great deal of interest in the trope of church ladies arguing over the decoration. So it seemed only right to include the text as well, and I hope you can read it. The authors get it all off to a tee.
Sue McCartney Snape draws the Social Stereotype pictures, and Victoria Mather wrote the words. There are half a dozen collections of the columns, and I treasure them all (despite not being a Daily Telegraph reader at all).





The Daily Telegraph piece is perfect!
ReplyDeleteI’ve been reflecting on the situation of Jane Cleveland (of Barbara Pym’s “Jane and Prudence”) arriving in her husband’s new church just as the Harvest Festival decorators are getting into their stride – as the new vicar’s wife she should be stepping up and taking charge (and the parish ladies won’t respect her if she doesn’t); but their reaction if she actually DID doesn’t bear thinking about …
Also the Ladies Bountiful who provide the statement flowers – my impression is that they then hold themselves aloof from the actual decorating – no sign of Lady Farmer at Mildred Lathbury’s church, making sure her lilies are where she wants them. Though I did recall Mrs Brandon (in Angela Thirkell’s “The Brandons”) drifting into the church to personally arrange a few gladioli from her garden. Fortunately her son is on hand to carry them down for her – if she’d had to do it herself no doubt she’d have needed to rest for an hour or two in preparation for the task of putting them in the vases.
Sovay
I thought I had replied to this!
DeleteThat's a very good point about the new vicar's wife - she can't win can she?
Perhaps there is a very nuanced social ladder - above a certain point you only give the flowers (from your 'cutting garden', an idea and phrase which has always seemed to me to be an abomination), but you take a superior lack of interest in where they end up, while knowing no-one will dare downgrade your gift to a side chapel.
Your gardener no doubt does the cutting of the flowers, and sends one of the under-gardeners to deliver them to the church.
DeleteThere are very uncomfortable scenes at Mildred's church (though the decorations are for Easter, I think, not Christmas) - the vicar's sister Winifred has always taken the lead, but now the vicar is engaged to be married and his fianceé makes it quite clear who's going to be in charge from now on. To make it worse, the fianceé's altar arrangement is better than Winifred's.
Sovay
A world of hurt feelings in miniature. That Allegra was a piece of work...
DeleteMoira, you are absolutely right about the social hierarchy among church decorators. When I was a child the floral art ladies in my parents’ Garden and Allotments Association also did the flowers in the local church. The most damning thing they said about anyone was: “Of course, she doesn’t grow her own flowers - she BUYS them.” Buying blooms and greenery was simply Not Done, and anyone who did was Beyond The Pale.
DeleteThat was me. Sorry.
DeleteSuch a world of its own! I had a friend who did some chuch flowers, and a senior lady said to her 'Oh you made some brave choices there', which is a killer comment is it not?
DeleteIt does sound like an interesting look at class and other attitudes of the time, Moira. And that between-the-wars era makes for an effective backdrop. I've always felt that people who lived through that era often have a much different perspective to those who've written about it since then. And that church flowers scene is fantastic!
ReplyDeleteThat's a great illustration, but aren't the flower arranger's feet a little wonky?
DeleteI do love trouble-making flower arrangers!
DeleteAnd yes, love to compare people living through an era and writing about it, compare with those writing about it in hindsight.
Maybe just a coincidence, but the flower arranger and cookery expert Constance Spry founded a domestic-arts school called Winkfield Place. Spry was satirized as "Rose Fenton" in Merry Hall by Beverley Nichols--one of her offences was to usurp the decoration of font and altar from the more traditional Miss Emily for the occasion of an expected visit by The Princesses.
ReplyDeleteIt's not a coincidence - Winkfield is exactly where she would have learned flower-arranging, it is where all the Sloanes went.
DeleteE H Young! Yes, read lots of hers in the 1980s in the green Virago paperbacks, but mostly do not remembered them very clearly. Love the Telegraph flower-arrangers! Chrissie
ReplyDeleteExactly! And they were fine, but they don''t stick in the mind.
Deletethe Social Stereotypes are so brilliant - despite, as I have to keep stressing, my not being a Telegraph reader at all. They stopped a while ago I believe.
Reminds me a bit of Micheal Heath's cartoons of Great Bores of Today. Used to be in Private Eye and now in the Oldie. I occasionally buy a copy to read on the train and in the last one to celebrate his 90th birthday he sportingly portrayed himself as a Great Bore, droning on about artistic Soho of the past. Chrissie
ReplyDeleteI was just thinking of those the other day! I had noticed he wasn't in the Eye, but hadnt realized he'd moved over to the Oldie. They were very good, acute and funny.... every so often when someone is talking they jump into the mind don't they?
DeleteIf old Mrs Forbes had had daughters instead of Aylwin and Neville . . . I think I will have to find these two books.
ReplyDeleteYes, exactly! If you like that kind of book, then this is definitely that kind of book...
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