"To compensate a little for the treachery and weakness of my memory, so extreme that it has happened to me more than once to pick up again, as recent and unknown to me, books which I had read carefully a few years before . . . I have adopted the habit for some time now of adding at the end of each book . . . the time I finished reading it and the judgment I have derived of it as a whole, so that this may represent to me at least the sense and general idea I had conceived of the author in reading it." (Montaigne, Book II, Essay 10 (publ. 1580))

Thursday, April 03, 2025

Excellent Women (Barbara Pym, 1952)

(231 pages)

Paul Jr. recommendation. 

Miss (Mildred) Lathbury is the protagonist - she (and several of her acquaintances) are "excellent women" - single, perhaps a bit frumpy, unlikely to ever attract a husband, reliable when it comes to church functions, etc.

During the period covered in this novel, Mildred experiences an unusual level of activity due to Mr. and Mrs. Napier moving into the flat immediately below Mildred's; Mrs. Napier's anthropologist connection Mr. Everard Bone; Mildred's close friends Father Julian Malory (who almost ends up marrying widowed Allegra Gray) and his sister Winifred; etc.  Mildred nonetheless remains an "excellent woman".

I liked this book; it was thought-provoking.  Something striking is the near-poverty experienced by the British in these postwar years - food choices, shortage of housing - this is seven years after victory.

More striking is the description of life for people who just generally aren't considered what later came to be called "cool", know it, and don't see a path to anything different. Yet they, or at least Mildred, is living a valuable life.  Descriptions of selecting clothes, hairstyle, eating meals alone - lowkey heartbreaking stuff.  Jockeying for position when it comes to determining flower arrangements for the altar; working through the "jumble" (rummage sale). This part was very effective, probably is the main driver of the book for me.

Things feel kind of dreary for all the adults involved - then I realized (only after reading A.N. Wilson's foreword) - that there are utterly no children in the story - none on the horizon for any of the adults. That seems like kind of an odd choice. 

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