Much as I want to, I am finding it difficult to get back into the swing of blogging after my enforced break, so I thought I would take part in some of the regular meme posts that are around, just to get used to writing regularly again. The Six Degrees of Separation meme is hosted by Kate at Books Are My Favourite and Best. Every month a book is chosen as a common starting point and each blogger then links to six other books to form a chain. This month’s chain begins with Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.
Despite being a Dickens fan, I have to admit to never having read A Christmas Carol. I suppose I have always felt that I knew it well enough from the multiplicity of dramatised versions that there are around. In fact, this year, even though I normally go to see whatever the RSC are offering at Stratford I decided to miss out on their seasonal production of the story just because I didn’t think I could take another re-telling. Not the most auspicious of starts!
Nevertheless, it serves to put me in mind of Christmas and the beginning of one of my real favourites, Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women.
Christmas won’t be Christmas without any presents, grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.
It’s so dreadful to be poor! sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.
I don’t think it’s fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all, added little Amy, with an injured sniff.
We’ve got Father and Mother, and each other, said Beth contentedly from her corner.
It is a really masterful piece of writing, summing up, as it does, in just a few lines, the characters of all four of the March girls as well as telling the reader a great deal about their situation. There aren’t many years when I don’t pick up my battered copy for a re-read and I might just put it on my Christmas reading list for later in the month.
Little Women takes me to Geraldine Brook’s novel, March. This tells the story of John March, the girls’ father, through from his earliest years to his meeting with Marmee and later his time spent as chaplain on the front line in the American Civil War. This book, based to some extent on the life of Bronson Alcott, not only opened up for me the horrors perpetrated during that conflict by both sides but also sparked my interest in the intellectual world that existed around Concord where Bronson was part of a community that also embraced the likes of Emerson and Thoreau, who appear as themselves in the novel.
I did think about moving from March to the works of one of those worthy gentlemen, but instead decided to take a sideways step and think of March in terms of it being one of the months of the year and offer Elizabeth Von Arnim’s 1922 novel The Enchanted April. I don’t know about an enchanted April, but I have always thought that this was the most enchanting book. How many of us haven’t fantasised at some point about just taking ourselves away from all responsibilities for a month and to Italy at that? Lottie Wilkins decision to do just that, in the company of three complete strangers, (in my fantasies I am always on my own!) marks her out as a young woman determined not to be hemmed in by the conventions of society and so for my fourth selection I am going with another ‘modern’ young woman of the 1920s, Fleur Forsyte.
It is in the third novel of the Forsyte Saga, To Let, that we meet Fleur as she falls in love with Jon, not only the son of her father’s much hated cousin, but also of Irene, her father’s first wife. Fleur is not prepared to let anything stand in the way of what she wants and what she wants is Jon, but Jon cannot put his own happiness before that of his family and so at the end of this novel he rejects Fleur and leaves England for Canada. Of course, Galsworthy went on to write several more books about the same characters and this is not the end of the relationship between Fleur and her cousin but by the time they meet again they are both married to other partners and their lives are even more complicated than they were when they parted.
I am old enough to have seen the first (and best) televised version of these novels back in the 1960s, when the part of Fleur was played by the actress Susan Hampshire. It wasn’t, however, the first television role I had seen her in, as earlier in the decade she had played the part of Katy Carr in a dramatisation of Susan Coolidge’s What Katy Did. This was another childhood favourite, although I think I enjoyed one of the sequels, What Katy Did At School, even more. As an only child, I was fascinated by the motherless family of six being brought up by Aunt Izzy and their busy doctor father. How did you ever find your place in such a menagerie? However, I haven’t been back to it in the way that I have returned to Little Women. Both have their pious elements but I’m afraid the heavenly visitation that turns Katy from rebel into angel proved too much as I grew older. Perhaps I should give it another chance? What do you think?
The opening sequence of the televised version featured Katy climbing onto that fateful swing, from which she will fall and damage her back. Another novel in which a swing features, albeit this time a long garden swing, is that journey through the history of philosophy that was all the rage in the early 1990s, Jostein Gaarder’s Sophie’s World. The part played by the swing is hardly pivotal but it has stuck in my memory because in the English translation it was rendered as ‘glider’. This made sense to an American audience but completely flummoxed me, as I had never heard a garden swing referred to in this way and therefore couldn’t understand why the two characters concerned had suddenly taken to the skies. Apart from anything else who keeps a glider plane sitting in their garden just waiting for the next time they want to engage in a bit of philosophical conversation? It was only years later when I just happened to find myself sitting next to the person who had made the translation at a literary conference that I discovered what was really going on. Translation matters!
So, from an exploration of the philosophy of kindness to the history of the philosophy of the world. Where has your six degrees of separation taken you?