The Camomile by Catherine Carswell

The Camomile by the Scottish author Catherine Carswell was first published in 1922 but it has just been reprinted by British Library in their Women Writers series.

The blurb on the back of this book says: Set in early twentieth-century Glasgow, this effervescent novel is widely considered a fictional counterpart to Virginia Woolf’s essay ‘A Room of Ones’s Own’. In fact this book predates that essay by quite a few years.

Ellen Carstairs lives with her brother Ronald and her Aunt Harry who is a keen Christian, but Ellen gets no peace at home to do the writing that she wants to do. She is having to give piano lessons to help out financially, but worse than that her aunt is always coming in and out of her room to chat, and to try to persaude her to go to the very many religious meetings that she attends.

Ellen’s solution to the problem is to rent a room just off Byres Road in Glasgow’s west end, supposedly as a place to teach her pupils but really as a refuge from her aunt, and to get on with her writing, she has great ambition.

The book begins with a letter to her friend Ruby, they had spent time together studying music in Germany, after that it moves on to journal in style. Ellen moves from a not long out of school girl, writing of the crushes she had had on teachers to a young woman contemplating her future and weighing up her options. After a bit of a whirlwind romance and engagement some red flags have been spotted by her and it seems that she’ll have to think again.

This was a bit of a slow start for me but I ended up really loving it, there is some Glaswegian in it but really not much at all and it’s very easily understood I think. There’s quite a bit of humour as Ellen is a close observer of those around her, and the middle class society of Glasgow was quite a rich seam.

The Camomile has an interesting Afterword by Simon Thomas of  the blog Stuck in a Book.

I was sent a copy of this book by British Library, for review. I appreciated their Mackintosh – ish book cover design.

 

 

 

 

Stories for Winter and nights by the fire – British Library Women Writers

Stories for Winter and nights by the fire is a recent publication from British Library from their British Library Women Writers series. I must say that I’m not a huge fan of short stories as I prefer to get stuck into  a decent sized novel, but I really enjoyed this compilation, I don’t think there was a duffer in it – for me anyway. A few of the writers were completely new to me.

But some of the writers I regard as old friends, such as Elizabeth Bowen. Her story Ann Lee’s is about two women friends who visit a hat shop where one of them had bought a hat before. There’s too much to choose from and the time passes quickly with no hat decisions made, then a large man enters the shop and he’s obviously not welcomed by Ann Lee. This one had quite an abrupt ending which left me wondering – with a bit of a shiver – what happened in that shop after the women left? I wanted more really, and that’s my problem with short stories.

The other writers are: Edith Wharton, Mary Angela Dickens, Elizabeth Banks, Katherine Mansfield, Elizabeth Bibesco, Violet M. MacDonald, Kate Roberts, Shirley Jackson, Sylvia Townsend Warner, Elizabeth Berridge, Frances Bellerby, Elizabeth Taylor and Angela Carter.

I was lucky enough to be sent a copy of this book for review by British Library.

 

 

One Year’s Time by Angela Milne – 20 Books of Summer 2023

One Year’s Time by Angela Milne was first published in 1942, but it has just been reprinted by British Library. I must say that as soon as I started to read this book I turned back to the publishing details to check them out as I could hardly believe what I was reading. The setting is the late 1930s and it begins in London.

Liza had been at a New Year’s party the previous evening and had met Walter there for the first time. She is just about to start painting the floor in her living room when the telephone rings. It’s Walter, he has looked her number up in the phone book and he would like to come round to her place. Liza is keen for him to visit her. To be fair so would I be, anything to postpone having to paint a floor would be a welcome.  But by page 7 they’re in bed!

Liza is a secretary, in a very staid company, and Walter is training to be a barrister, something he’d like to avoid. Very quickly Liza is besotted with him and she’s suppressing all her own wishes, matching her actions to what he wants in life because she’s afraid that she’ll lose him if he realises what she really wants. She knows that he has had lots of affairs in the past, sometimes with married women. Clinging to him would put him right off her.

When Walter announces that he wants to go away to the country and write a book Liza gives up her job to be with him. She pretends she’s his wife and keeps house for him and they strike up a friendship with Kate and Maurice, a married  couple who live nearby. Of course Walter doesn’t even try to write a book, he’s just lazing and reading. It’s an idyllic time for Liza anyway,  despite the fact that she realises that she’s more or less walking on eggshells. She really has to be true to herself if she’s going to find happiness, but spinsterhood is beckoning to her and she’d rather avoid that.

Kate has guessed that they aren’t married, but Liza doesn’t see Kate as being a danger. Walter has given up calling Liza darling and has moved on to calling her ‘ducky’. For me this is a dead giveaway, I’m never keen on people calling their other half ‘darling’ instead of using their name, it smacks of being afraid of calling them by the wrong name, but ducky is definitely a demotion!

This all makes it sound quite grim, but it isn’t. There’s quite a lot of humour in it. Angela Milne was A.A. Milne’s niece and she wrote for Punch.

From a social history point of view this book was a real eye-opener for me as we’ve always been told that the introduction of the Pill in the late 1960s had led to the permissive society, but it seems that there was always a lot more ‘illicit’ sex going on than I would have thought, we can’t blame wartime because the war hadn’t quite started yet.

Thank you to British Library who sent me a copy of the book for review. I really enjoyed it and it’s just a shame that the author never wrote any more books. There could have been a sequel about Walter dodging the war in some way and marrying someone who definitely didn’t race him into bed within 24 hours of meeting him.

As ever with this series there are interesting snippets of information about the decade it was first published and a thoughtful and informative Afterword by Simon Thomas.

The Home by Penelope Mortimer

The Home by Penelope Mortimer was first published in 1971 and it has just been reprinted by British Library in their Women Writers series. I was lucky enough to be sent a copy by them, for review.

The book begins with Eleanor vacating the family home with her teenage son Philip. Her husband Graham, a successful psychiatrist had left the family home and had moved in with his girlfriend Nell, (yes she has the same name as his wife – handy) she’s the latest in a long line of his infidelities. Graham is incensed when he realises that his wife has taken absolutely everything from their home and it’s now all in the house that she has chosen and he had had to pay for. She claims she needs a home for the children but of their five children only Philip is still at home and he’s at his boarding school most of the time. Of course Eleanor is emotionally fragile, and it seems that the men who had been interested in her have now transferred their allegiances to her adult daughter. As soon as she is available the men melt away. Eleanor finds herself lonely and unwanted, not only by her husband, but by her children too.

This makes it all sound rather grim but there’s also some humour there too. Graham is a rather pathetic soul, an embarrassment to his children, and not that he realises it, but his new young squeeze isn’t that enamoured of him, but he has celebrity patients and that impresses her.

Penelope Mortimer, who was married to the author John Mortimer, was in the middle of their divorce as she wrote this one. It’s such a tale of its times, when divorce became a bit easier although it still took five years if one of those involved didn’t wish to be divorced. The free availabilty of the contraceptive pill even to unmarried women at this time was a game-changer. The times they were a-changing!

I really enjoyed this book and I was amused to read in it that a female barrister called Georgina looked like Portia when she was in court. If you watched Rumpole of the Bailey or read the books you might remember that Rumpole always called the character Phyllida Erskine-Brown QC – Portia. It was obviously a Mortimer family thing.

Thank you to British Library for sending me a copy of the book for review. It has just been published. There’s an Afterword written by Simon Thomas. I love all the extra information on the times that are included although this era is well remembered by me as we got married in 1976 – but missed out the divorce bit! (Jack says – so far!)

Stories for Christmas and the festive season – British Library Women Writers

I was lucky enough to be sent a copy for review of Stories for Christmas and the festive season which has been published by British Library. It was just what I needed to get me into the festive mood I thought. This anthology consists of seventeen short stories all by female authors, some by well-known authors but also by new to me writers. Some of the stories have been gathered from Christmas editions of women’s magazines of the past, and they’re set out in chronological order with the first one being set in the early part of preparations for Christmas and the second last one The Pantomime by Stella Margetson being set around New Year, that was one of my favourites. The very last story isn’t even a page and a half long.

The first is called The Turkey Season by Alice Munro. The setting is what would nowadays be called a turkey processing plant and I must admit that although this is a well written story it was a distinctly grim read with more than graphic descriptions of turkey gutting, not really what I was expecting, however looking past that it features good characters, particularly the women.

As ever with short story anthologies this book was a bit ‘curate’s eggish’ (good in parts) but on balance there were far more that I enjoyed than stories that for me just didn’t hit the spot.

There’s an interesting introduction by Simon Thomas. My thanks to British Library for sending me a copy of the book for review.

Contents Page, Stories for Christmas

War Among Ladies by Eleanor Scott

War Among Ladies by Eleanor Scott was first published in 1928 but it has just been reprinted by British Library. It’s a school story as experienced by teachers. It isn’t a comfortable read, whether you have just experienced schools as a pupil, or also as a teacher. It is very authentic though.

Besley High School is situated in an English Midland town called Stamborough. Although Miss Barr is the headmistress it’s the County Education Offices that hold the power in the shape of school inspectors. The school has been going downhill in recent years and there’s a real problem with behaviour and discipline which of course has an effect on exam results. If you fail one exam then you fail the whole year and this puts terrible pressure on everyone.

Miss Cullen is only four years off retirement, but she has lost control of her classes and can’t keep up with the new ways of doing things. All the other teachers dislike her. Miss Cullen had been at Oxford’s Sommerville College and in her younger days had been described as being brilliant, but now she has no friends and has had to live her whole life in shabby boarding houses, in common with the other teachers. Some of the others have not been to a teacher training college and so get less pay than Miss Cullen, but worse than that, they fear that the school will be closed down and they’ll all lose their jobs, including the money that they had had to pay into ‘The Fund’ which is what they call their pension, apparently nobody has ever got any money out of the fund though, even when they retire!

Viola Kennedy is one of three new young teachers at the beginning of the summer term. She’s really good at controlling the pupils and they enjoy her classes, but Viola is already finding teaching to be an exhausting job, there’s so much more than just teaching that must be done. But it’s the politics of the staff room and the nastiness of some of her colleagues that really get her down.

This is a great read although not exactly uplifting, in fact it’s a wee bit depressing. I’m not sure that anyone actually teaching nowadays would be all that keen to read about how things were almost 100 years ago because in reality nothing much has changed, regarding colleagues and politics.

The big differences are that in 1928 all female teachers were unmarried, if they wanted to get married they had to resign. They weren’t able to buy a home of their own unless they were lucky enough to be able to buy one outright, women couldn’t get mortgages. Actually even in the 1970s in the UK women couldn’t get a mortgage from a bank, unless they had a male guarantor. That happened to me and I was fizzing mad as I was the breadwinner at that time!

As ever this British Library edition has lots of interesting information on the times it was written, the author, and of course an Afterword by Simon Thomas.

I was lucky enough to be sent a copy of the book for review by the publisher. Thank you, British Library.

The Love Child by Edith Olivier

The Love Child by Edith Olivier was first published in 1927 and has just been reprinted by British Library.

The tale begins with the funeral of Agatha Bodenham’s mother. Agatha is an only child, a 32 year old spinster, and she hadn’t really been particularly close to her mother. They had both been rather introverted and had led fairly solitary lives, so Agatha finds herself thinking of the imaginary friend Clarissa that she had had throughout her childhood, but a disdainful governess had caused Agatha to give up on her imaginary friend at the age of 14.

Now in her loneliness Agatha’s thoughts go back to those days when she had had the companionship of Clarissa. Agatha’s imagination runs riot as she becomes so enamoured with the thought of Clarissa and begins to play with her as she did. Others are perplexed when they see her dashing around in the garden for no apparent reason, they can’t see her playmate. Eventually Clarissa begins to appear in front of other people which is a bit awkward as Agatha has to pretend that she has adopted the little girl. The relationship that Agatha has with Clarissa works wonders for Agatha’s personality as Clarissa is popular with servants and staff wherever they go and the popularity is reflected back on Agatha, her life has expanded and been enriched – but will it last?

This is a strange story but I did enjoy it although I found it to be quite a sad read, dealing as it does with a solitary woman, one of many in those post Great War days. As ever with this British Library Women Writer’s series the story is accompanied by a short but interesting timeline of the 1920s, some information on the author and various other bits and pieces including an Afterword by Simon Thomas.

Thank you to British Library for sending me a copy of this book for review.

Tension by E.M. Delafield

Tension by E.M. Delafield was first published in 1920 but has just been reprinted by British Library. It has a preface by Lucy Evans and an afterword by Simon Thomas of Stuck in a Book.

Sir Julian Rossiter is the director of a small private college. His wife Lady Rossiter is a rather overbearing woman who seems to regard the teachers of the establishment to be somehow under her supervision. She’s forever poking her nose in where it isn’t wanted. When a new superintendent of shorthand and typing is employed at the college Lady Rossiter realises that it’s someone that a male relative of hers had been involved with in the past, and she doesn’t approve of Miss Marchrose at all. She feels that she treated her relative very badly.

But Miss Marchrose is very good at her job and popular with everyone at the college, especially with Mark Easter who is rather a favourite with Lady Rossiter. Frankly she’s jealous and decides to instigate a campaign to get rid of Miss Marchrose, dripping poison about her into the ears of the other teachers, one by one.

There’s no getting away from it, Edna, Lady Rossiter is a ghastly human being with no empathy for a woman who was in the same boat as she had been in the past, but marriage to Sir Julian had put all such thoughts out of her head, and had led to her developing a horrible sense of superiority.

However it isn’t just the women who had been in a similar situation. Three of the male characters had taken the plunge and had at some point proposed marriage just because they felt sorry for a woman. It isn’t a good basis for a successful marriage, but Sir Julian has perfected the art of withdrawing from marital life as much as possible – anything for a quite life! Lady Rossiter mentions that they never argue, not realising that that is proof of their estrangement. I must admit that I always shudder whenever people boast of never having had an argument with their spouse as it means that one of the couple is a doormat, or frightened to voice their own opinions – or they just don’t care enough to bother to communicate.

This makes the book sound a bit of a drag but it really isn’t, there’s quite a lot of humour in it, although not at the same level as Delafield’s Provincial Lady books. I particularly enjoyed the company of Mark’s two young children Ruthie and her younger brother Ambrose, known to Ruthie as Peekaboo. Ruthie does a lot of excited hopping on one leg, I could just see her doing it, and poor wee Ambrose – bossed around by Ruthie – is charming, sticky hands and all!

I was sent a copy of this book for review by British Library and as a fan of the Provincial Lady books I was very happy to do so. This was a very different read which was at times infuriating, but that just proves what a good writer Delafield was.