…. I can’t say that I liked it or that I didn’t like it, that you should read it or that you shouldn’t read it, but I can say that I was captivated and that even when I put the book down I went on thinking about it.
Stella Benson was born on 6 January 1892 at Lutwyche Hall, an Elizabethan Mansion in South Shropshire, England, and her aunt was novelist Mary Cholmondeley. Her background was privileged but her health was poor. She became a devoted reader and a regular diarist; she inherited a passionate concern for social issues, and in particular women’s suffrage, from her mother and her aunts.
Wen the First World War came she worked as a gardener and she supported poor women in the East End of London who had suddenly found themselves having to earn their own living.
Those experiences provide the foundations for her first novel, published in 1915.
What she builds on those foundations is odd, unexpected, and gloriously creative.
She.tells the story of two characters – a gardener and a suffragette. They are never named, but that really doesn’t matter.
First there is the gardener, a young man with independent means who is proceeding through life by adopting a series of poses that allow him to be exactly who he wants to be and to address those around him in riddles and witticisms.
On the spur of the moment he sets out to try the life of a vagabond.
“I have left everything I have as hostages with fate,” said the gardener. “When I get tired of Paradise, I’ll come back.”
He has not travelled far when he encounters the suffragette. She too is posing: not when she speaks about suffrage, which she cares about deeply, but when she claims not to care about whether she lives or dies, about whether she is loved or not, about whether she is hurt or harmed.
The gardener was concerned when he found the suffragette intended to blow up a church.
‘The gardener, of course, shared the views of all decent men on this subject. One may virtuously destroy life in a good cause, but to destroy property is a heinous crime, whatever its motive..’
He took action, and that was the first step in an adventure that would take them to the a distant, exotic island group and back again, meeting all kinds of characters, having all kinds of experiences and learning all kinds of lessons.
They would pose as a married couple and they would proceed in opposing directions.
The narrator intervened from time to time, posing just as much as her creations, and that balanced things beautifully.
There was a lovely Scottie dog, there was a recue at sea, there was a lady novelist, there was an earthquake, there was the indomitable Mrs Rust:
‘”I don’t agree with you at all,” said Mrs. Rust, who now made this remark mechanically in any pause in the conversation.’
The gardener would fall in love with the suffragette; but the suffragette would fall more deeply in love with her cause – or maybe with her pose.
Disillusion was inevitable ….
I could write reams about the plot, but the plot really isn’t the point.
The writing, the style make the story sing.
At the beginning I felt that Stella Bowen was presenting a puppet show; later I felt that she was staging a production at the theatre, but by the end of the story I had been drawn into a very human story. It was a story that explored the relationship between the poses we present to the world and our real concerns in all of its complexity with wit and with such understanding.
I don’t know what Stella Benson did, I don’t know how she did it, but she did it quite brilliantly.
I don’t want to – I don’t need to – pull her book apart to see how it works. I just want to wonder at it, to be impressed that it does!
And now, of course, I want to read everything else that she ever wrote!
Never read any Stella Benson but your review makes it sound v tempting .
I think you’d find her interesting, Helen. She’s relatively obscure but her first two books have been brought back into print in very nice editions,by Michael Walmer.
Oh this sounds fabulous, I love reading about suffragettes. This will go on my wish list until I am allowed to buy books again.
It’s odd, but fabulous too, and I think you’ll like it.
My great aunt was right!! She was a great devotee of Stella Benson and like I had shared previously, she would state that Benson was the first modernist feminist! The book sounds very interesting and definitely not what is usual!! Will read it sometime!
Well, on the evidence of this book I’d definitely agree with your great aunt I do love the way that reading the same books links us across generations as well as across so many miles.
I so agree…..I mean my great aunt was born 1919 and died at the ripe old age of 90 and here we are still taking and discussing the same books that she had read and discussed so many years ago!! It’s gives one a wonderful sense of continuity and timelessness!
Delighted there were so many things to make your mind tingle, Jane. The response Benson has received since I started republishing has been one of the greatest pleasures of doing it!
I can understand that, and I’m very glad that you did.
I’ve only read Benson’s second novel, “This is the End” which was very whimsical and very powerful at the same time. i’m not sure I’ve read anyone like her – but I’d definitely like to read more! 🙂
I don’t think I have other, and I thought it was interesting that Stella Benson and Dorothy Richardson both published their first novels in the same year.
AND some are free on kindle!
Yes, they are!
Lovely review – and such an extraordinary little novel, isn’t it? What a way with words she has – and has created a novel and style quite unlike any other authors’.
Yes, it is. I expected it to be odd, but I didn’t think it would be so engaging, or so profound in tha later stages.
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