Charlotte Reads Classics

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Tag: Zadie Smith

Antiquity? Modernity.

These reviews should perhaps be subtitled Why didn’t I read more classics? I feel guilty sometimes for never reading new writing, so this month I tried to even the balance. But really new books are much more hit and miss than classics: A sentence that once written seems incredibly self-evident. The two books I absolutely loved were A Change of Climate and On Chesil Beach. Maybe not surprising if you’ve read either of my previous thoughts about Hilary Mantel or Ian McEwan. Most disappointing was definitely John Saturnall’s Feast, the book not for me was NW and the one that was OK was The Greatcoat.

A Change of Climate

Yes, Hilary Mantel can do no wrong. Yes, I will now be endeavouring to read her non-historical novels. A Change of Climate is set in Norfolk, South Africa and Botswana (then Bechuanaland) and tells the story of Ralph and Anna, two non religious missionaries. Professional do-gooders are not something I’ve come across in real life, although I think more people do it than I had thought before reading this book. They begin their married life travelling from one mission post to another, eventually raising a family in a gigantic, temperamental, ramshackled old house in Norfolk. Really what the book boils down to is whether or not you can lead a good life: Can one man or woman make any real difference? Can you ever know what goes on behind closed doors? Are secrets ever worth keeping?

I can’t talk about the secret in the book because to know it before you read it would (in my opinion) completely ruin the story. But what made this book for me was what Mantel manages to achieve in all of her novels: characters. She can write characters like Tolstoy. Complete, three-dimensional, real, never unconvincing, human characters. And she doesn’t judge them. Secondly: setting. Perhaps a stupid comment to make but I’m making it nontheless: I’ve never been to South Africa or Botswana, but they felt real to me. I never read Mantel and feel like she is trying to show off how much research she has done (although there must be a lot, I think) and nor do I read it and think she’s just making stuff up. The landscapes here were amazing – and what a great contrast between Norfolk and Africa.

I’d really recommend this book because it is so original and so thought-provoking. I will think about it for a long time to come.

On Chesil Beach

This was my third Ian McEwan novel, I’ve loved all three so far, the other two being Enduring Love and Atonement. A very short novel, only five chapters, which alternate between back story and the present. It is a story about two young people on their wedding night and almost solely surrounds their inability to accurately read the other person. I agree with Nish’s review:

This book is much, much more than the sum of its parts.

Even though the book did not heavily rely on plot I didn’t expect the outcome of the story to be exactly what it was. It was kind of heart breaking in a very subtle sort of way – as I suppose any story centered around a misunderstanding is bound to be. The characters seemed true to life because in a relationship I think we do suppose the other person to understand us. Perhaps this is too modern a reading as couples in the past would maybe just not know each other as well before marrying. I think McEwan’s decision to set the novel in the 1960s is interesting because it forces him to qualify to the reader that this all before the swinging part of the sixties! He could have set it earlier just as easily, but I suppose this is to contrast with the attitudes that were about to change.

I won’t spend as long talking about the books I didn’t enjoy as much because whilst I personally didn’t like them, I wouldn’t want to deter people from reading them.

  • NW was a bit disappointing because I really like Zadie Smith. I enjoyed White Teeth and On Beauty and think she is a very intelligent woman and a talented writer. However, NW left me cold. Being a reader of the classics persuasion I often think about which new novels will be classics in the future. Whilst I think White Teeth would make a good one, being an honest portrayal of the tensions in multicultural Britain today, I think NW would be an embarrassing legacy. I thought the book was really depressing and about a culture I can neither identify with or feel any warmth for. I’m not really a city girl and I suppose I don’t agree with or value modern morality (or lack of). Whilst I think the Internet is an amazing thing, I don’t view my mobile phone as an object of intrinsic worth. So this novel about London, adultery, drugs and technology wasn’t for me. The writing however, was really good. And quite experimental – I bet she’s read Ulysses.
  • John Saturnall’s Feast should be really good. It is historical fiction set in the 1600s, has a bit of mysticism, a bit of royalty and a lot about food. Really, I like all of these things. However, I thought this book was rubbish. None of the characters are realistic, most of them are stupid, the book starts with a proper plot and then descends into predictable yet poorly executed chick-lit style romance. I’m sure this could have been really good, it just… isn’t.
  • The Greatcoat was alright – an RAF themed ghost story. The Hammer Horror label was slightly confusing because for a ghost story this was not at all scary. Not even a bit. And the comparisons to The Woman in Black were pushing it. As a short story, it is good and I was quite entertained. But I don’t think it is quite the story is markets itself as. I would, however, read more by Helen Dunmore because I think her writing might be more suited to full length novels.

In a Parade’s End update I am now onto the last of the four volumes: The Last Post. And then – where next? Definitely more classics.

Backtracking

Six Wives of Henry VIII, Antonia Fraser

Classic Fraser style historical biography. She covers the six wives individually, rather than covering their sequence in the chain, so managing to avoid the bias that invariably dogs these women. If you’ve never read an Antonia Fraser, I would recommend them, they are particularly good to come to when you are a beginner to the subject.

Company of Liars, Karen Maitland

Wintery book for sure. Set in medieval England, it follows a group of misfits flung together trying to outrun the spread of plague. Mainly just a good story, rather than a work of ‘literature’. Intelligent trash if you will.

Disgrace, J. M. Coetzee

Unfamiliar with J. M. Coetzee? FOR SHAME! Go and pick up any of his books immediately.

Howards End Vs. On Beauty

Howards End 

I think the motto of the book is ‘Only Connect’. I loved Howards End, it was my first time reading E. M. Forster, and I am very pleased I finally got around to reading one of his novels! It mainly centers on class struggles in pre first world war / turn of the century England. A brilliant set of generally quite unlikeable characters… it sounds a bit silly but I only discovered recently that books with no characters you would ever want to emulate or befriend can be just as or even more enjoyable than books with a character you think is awesome. You’ve got the Schlegel sisters- batty scatterbrained romantic Helena, who loves art and ideas and the idea of duty and charity but can’t put it into reality, and steady Margaret – family orientated, practical, with more going on inside her head than you could ever imagine. I love the connecting theme in the book, basically all the characters’ lives intertwine through a completely random and seemingly insignificant occurances and acquaintences.

On Beauty 

I read this a few years ago and loved it. Recently read it after reading Howards End, and I think I can now appreciate its parallels. Love the ridiculous academic idealism… are American Universities really like Wellington?! The characters are enjoyable in their diversity, and I enjoyed (especially when I was a bit younger) their quest for an authentic identity. Zadie Smith is a brilliant author, but I don’t think I completely understood her satire of art and beauty. There is possibly a muddled up point in the novel but I wasn’t quite sure what she was getting at. I am happy to be enlightened though! I did like reading about the families and marriages and how love changes over a lifetime. I think for the most part it was a realistic description.

Think I will try and find some more connecting yet seemingly very different novels.