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01 November 2013

Review: T. Tembarom by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Hardcover, 518 pages
Published 1914 (originally 1913)

Acquired March 2012
Read February 2013
T. Tembarom
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

What's that, Burnett? Stuffy old England can old be revitalized with good-old American knowhow? You don't say. C'mon, get a new deal. How do you swing so easily between magnificence and tedium?

09 October 2012

Back to Burnett: In the Closed Room

Kindle eBook, n.pag.
Published 2002 (originally 1904)

Read July 2012
In the Closed Room
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

A novelette originally released as a super-fancy standalone book, In the Closed Room is more Burnett creepiness along the lines of her later The White People. In the Closed Room is more effective, though I think it still moves a little bit too slow. I think I'd better not say much more about it; I suspect my enjoyment was diminished by knowing about the ending before I began reading.

08 October 2012

Back to Burnett: His Grace of Osmonde

Kindle eBook, n.pag.
Published 2005 (originally 1897)

Read July 2012
His Grace of Osmonde: Being the portions of that nobleman's life omitted in the relation of his Lady's story presented to the World of Fashion under the title of A Lady of Quality by Frances Hodgson Burnett

A Lady of Quality wasn't my favorite book by Frances Hodgson Burnett-- it's no Through One Administration or The Shuttle-- but it's still a pretty good read, so I was looking forward to reading this book, which retells the events of Lady of Quality from that book's protagonist's husband's perspective. Is the first sidequel in literature? Probably not, but 1897 does seem kinda early for this kind of thing.

Unfortunately, His Grace of Osmonde adds nothing to A Lady of Quality other than creepiness; you learn that Osmonde knew of Clorinda long before she knew of him. I don't really know what this is meant to add, but we learn nothing about Osmonde beyond the fact that he is your typical Burnett male: a fine specimen of manhood with no personality. There could be some potential with Osmonde's knowledge that Clorinda murdered her first lover, but it's completely unrealized. Utterly pointless in every way, and it actually dampened my appreciation of Lady of Quality in retrospect.

24 July 2012

Back to Burnett: The White People

Kindle eBook, n.pag.
Published 2006 (originally 1917) 

Read April 2012
The White People
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

This is a short book by Burnett about a girl who can see into the spirit world. There is the occasional creepy moment, but most of it is a rather pedestrian love story that outwears its welcome even at this length.

23 July 2012

Back to Burnett: Robin

Hardcover, 343 pages
Published 1922
Acquired March 2012

Read April 2012
Robin
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Robin is the second half of the story began in The Head of the House of Coombe, telling what happened to Robin and Donal during the Great War.

It's boring. In that weird Burnettian way, we are constantly told how suited Robin and Donal are to one another, and how great of a romance they have, again and again for chapter after chapter, yet we somehow come away without having anything to actually point at that would demonstrate this. The Head of the House of Coombe himself continues to be the best character, but we never get enough of him, of course.

There's some psychic mind powers, but even that turns out to be underdeveloped.

12 May 2012

Before the War with Burnett

Hardcover, 374 pages
Published 1922
Acquired March 2012

Read April 2012
The Head of the House of Coombe
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

The Head of the House of Coombe was one of Burnett's last novels. It opens with a girl nicknamed "Feather," as flighty as her name implies who marries young-- and then her husband dies, leaving her with a baby she's never interacted with. Poor Robin grows up entirely separately from her mother, and indeed, from anyone, until she finally makes friends with a boy named Donal. Who is then torn away from her, of course.

What is perhaps most interesting about this novel is that it was written after the Great War, but set before. As such, there's a sense of imminent apocalypse to the whole thing. One sees this in science fiction written before the war (such as Griffith's Angel of the Revolution and Wells's The War in the Air), but it was striking in a literary novel set after the war. The apocalyptic tone makes sense given the scale of the catastrophe that was the war, but The Head of the House of Coombe also has, like much apocalyptic fiction, a vaguely utopian feeling. The world will be utterly destroyed... but something new will emerge from that. It's not what I expected-- surely that's the optimistic attitude of someone who's not yet had to live through a war? The novel ends with a great scene where Robin is finally reunited with Donal, but it's the same day that Archduke Ferdinand is assassinated. Whoops.

The other good bit is when Robin goes to take a job as a lady's companion and falls straight into a German plot! In this sequence, as in A Lady of Quality and The Shuttle, Burnett shows her mastery of the "sensation" genre. I, for one, was in a panic!

Other than those bits, this is one of Burnett's duller novels. It's certainly not as bad as That Lass o' Lowrie's, Haworth's, or Little Lord Fauntleroy, but it's not as engaging as the best of her later work, either.

11 May 2012

Across the Atlantic with Burnett

Trade paperback, 476 pages
Published 2008 (originally 1907)
Acquired and read March 2012
The Shuttle
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

What what what!? I enjoyed Burnett's Through One Administration, but I actually loved this! Who knew that Burnett could write this well? The Shuttle begins with Rosalie Vanderpoel, an American heiress, being married off to an English lord, Nigel Anstruthers. But Lord Nigel, whose estate is rapidly deteriorating in this modern world, doesn't get the access to the Vanderpoel fortune that he anticipated. The novel, which begins with some comedy about capitalist Americans and "the good Early Victorian days when 'a nice little woman to fetch your slippers for you' figured in certain circles as domestic bliss," quickly turns dark at that point, as Lord Nigel and his mother heap verbal abuse on Rosalie and cut her off from her family. (Later, more of this time is filled in through flashback, and it is similarly emotionally harrowing.) Rosalie is a bit of a milksop, but Burnett gets you into her head such that you feel what she's feeling quite intensely.

The main action picks up many years later, when Rosalie's younger sister, Betty, comes of age and decides to go spend her time in England to find out what happened to Rosalie. She finds a sister oppressed, a son deformed, and an estate neglected. What makes The Shuttle great is Betty: she's a no-nonsense girl of a type I can't remember ever having seen in turn-of-the-century fiction before. She looks at people and sizes up their value... but the narrative doesn't portray that as a problem. She wants to increase her assets, and one of those assets is happiness. So she uses her money to make herself and everyone around her happy. Looking at an amazing garden in decay, she comments, "it is all too beautiful-- to beautiful and too valuable to be allowed to lose its value and its beauty. It is a throwing away of capital." It's a very positive depiction of capitalism, and quite entertaining. Betty is a character who knows what she wants and takes it, and isn't a villain for doing that.

There's also G. Selden, an American typewriter salesman on vacation in America, and Mount Dunstan, the sarcastic-but-reliable aristocrat who lives next door to the Anstruthers estate. Selden is fun, as he pluckily attempts to sell people typewriters-- because what can solve your problems better than a typewriter? I'd read a spin-off about "G. Selden, Roving Typewriter Salesman" in a heartbeat. Mount Dunstan isn't too bad, and I suspect he's the only male redhead portrayed as sexually attractive in all of fiction.

But it's not just all happiness, light, and forthright American competence. Betty can do all this because Lord Nigel is out of town-- and when he returns, the situation turns dark very quickly. I read most of the last third in a cafe sitting next to a friend who had already read it herself, and she experienced the full gamut of my emotional reactions: shock, tension, horror, elation. I was completely and utterly emotionally absorbed in the story, to an extent that I rarely am. I don't want to say too much about it all, because it would spoil it when you go and read it (which you obviously will be doing), but it's completely gripping. Having opened the book with the joke about certain men just wanting a wife to fetch slippers, Burnett inverts it by revealing the ultimate outcome of that attitude as completely monstrous.

My only reservation about the novel is that my edition (a very classy-looking Persephone Books edition) is abridged. I suspect this is for the best-- Burnett is often long-winded, and I'm sure many navel-gazing passages were struck in favor of the exciting stuff-- but I would have liked to have made an informed choice. It is not even indicated on the Persephone Books website that the book is abridged; I did not know it until I got the book and saw it on the copyright page. The abridgment is not mentioned in Anne Sebba's preface, either, and there is absolutely no indication of what kind of content was cut or how the decisions to cut were made. A disappointing component to an otherwise very attractive edition.

10 May 2012

On Stage with Burnett

Google eBook, 60 pages
Published 1913 (originally 1889) 

Read March 2012
Little Lord Fauntleroy: A Drama in Three Acts, Founded on the Story of the Same Name by Frances Hodgson Burnett

I wasn't exactly a fan of the novel this play was based on, and this adaptation is an unimpressive work, having to shift material to conform to stage conventions in a way that loses the effect of the original but gains no new effectiveness. Giving the villain a larger role without changing the plot only foregrounds what a terrible, unthreatening plan she had to begin with. 
I did like the gag in the third act about everyone coming in through the window, though.

11 April 2012

Whoops, Never Mind

Trade paperback, 229 pages
Published 2011 (originally 1886)
Acquired and read March 2012
Little Lord Fauntleroy
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Cedric is everything I hate about precocious children in literature.

10 April 2012

And Burnett Can Even Maintain Her Writing Skill Across Another Book

Hardcover, 363 pages
Published 1924 (originally 1896)
Acquired and read March 2012
A Lady of Quality: Being a most curious, hitherto unknown history, as related by Mr. Isaac Bickerstaff but not presented to the World of Fashion through the pages of The Tatler, and now for the first time written down by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Now, this isn't as good as Burnett's Through One Administration, but that's kind of a tall order. As Through One Administration was, though, it's a complete change of tack. Burnett's first three novels were Lancashire-set stories about the lower classes (kind of), while Through One Administration was about the political culture of Washington, D.C., during the Rutherford years. A Lady of Quality takes us back to England in the late 17th/early 18th century, chronicling a young woman named Clorinda. Clorinda is the third daughter of an English lord and the woman he used horribly, but unlike her older sisters, who are weak, she's strong, argumentative, and aggressive. She wins over her father and is raised as a boy-- until she hits sixteen or so and decides that she's going to be a woman. But she's not just any woman, she's the best dang woman who ever was. Having essentially been a "boy" for much of her life, Clorinda seems to have realized that gender is performance, and so she gives the best performances possible. She's a magnificent creation, one of those characters who is the best at everything, but it never bothers you that this is so because Burnett shows you why.

I'm going to get into spoiler territory, because what makes this novel truly interesting is a surprise. So don't read the rest of this if you intend to ever read A Lady of Quality (likely, I know). Just take me on trust that it's worth your time (mostly). So here it is: Clorinda flirts with one man, but marries another, who dies after only a couple years. When she's about to remarry, the first man comes back, threatening to reveal their "secret marriage" to the world. (I am pretty sure they just had sex, but whatever.) In a fit of rage, Clordina grabs a horsewhip from a table (she's just been riding) and beats him to death with it. Woah. There is no way in heck that I saw that coming; I was anticipating one of those Victorian "I've got to get the proof of our romance back from him" plots like in Wives and Daughters. What's more, she gets away with it. The last third of the book is about how wonderful her second marriage is. I certainly did not see that coming.

It's a great idea, and incredibly daring for an era in which so many people judged novels by their "moral" content, and the lengths to which Clorinda (and Burnett) goes to rationalize the murder as appropriate are interesting in and of themselves. Unfortunately, a third of a novel being about how happy someone is is dull reading. I don't object to Clorinda getting away with it-- and I love her cool, detached appraisal of what she has to do to cover it up when her rage has burnt itself out, not to mention the fact that she has visitors over while sitting on the couch the body is hidden under-- but it would have been more interesting for her to have to struggle to get away it a little bit more. I was fully expecting someone to turn up with an inkling of what transpired, and Clorinda to have to overcome him somehow, but that never happened. It just went on and on and on and on about how great everything was. So, there's a good, powerful idea at the center of A Lady of Quality, but I think it's hard to argue that Burnett doesn't explore its possibilities as well as she might.

09 April 2012

It Turns Out That Frances Hodgson Burnett Actually Knows How to Write

Google eBook, 564 pages
Published 1916 (originally 1883)

Read March 2012
Through One Administration
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

After Burnett's first three novels, especially Haworth's and That Lass o' Lowrie's, I was about to give up on her as one of the worst writers to ever pick up a pen. (I read The Secret Garden a couple years ago, it wasn't much cop, either.) But then, Through One Administration came along and completely changed all of that. Somewhere, somehow, Burnett didn't just learn how to write, but how to write very well. While her early novels are mostly dialogue and sketchy characterization, Through One Administration dives deeply into the psyches of its characters in a way that reminds one of George Eliot. There's a genuine attempt to understand why people behave and act the way that they do that is completely lacking from Burnett's first few novels.

Through One Administration is set, largely, in Washington, D.C., during the administration of one president (well, duh), following a group of characters acquainted with Bertha, the beautiful daughter of an entomologist, now married to a lawyer. (One assumes that "Bertha" was a much sexier name to our ancestors than it is to us.) The protagonist is Colonel Philip Tredennis, who knew her when both were young, but comes to D.C. to accept a political post after fighting Indians to find her married-- only she's not in love with the man she married. Tredennis and Bertha's struggle to figure out what to do in such a context makes up the main plot of the novel, such as it is.

The best section of the book is definitely the part when Bertha has taken her children to the Virginia countryside when they fall ill, and her husband can't be reached, so Tredennis goes and helps her. They are never physically intimate, but they are emotionally intimate, and Burnett ably makes this section extra-melancholy by telling it all in retrospective; almost as soon as Tredennis arrives, we are told that he left, but then she jumps back and fills in what happened between the two of them while they were there, so you spend the whole time knowing this idyllic moment of happiness is going to be a brief one.

Tredennis is an awesome character, a man apparently not attractive, and not very loud, but forthright, and very honest. My favorite Tredennis moment comes when he is talking to Bertha's father ("the professor") about Arbuthnot, another man who is in love with Bertha:
"'This Arbuthnot,'" interposed the professor, with a smile. "It is curious enough to hear you entering upon a defence of 'this Arbuthnot.' You don't like him, Philip. You don't like him."

"I don't like myself," said Tredennis, "when I am compared with him; and I don't like the tendency I discover in myself, the tendency to disparage him. I should like to be fair to him, and I find it difficult."

"Upon my word," said the professor, "it is rather fine of you to make the effort, but" --giving him one of the old admiring looks-- "you are always rather fine, Philip."

"It would be finer, sir," said Tredennis, coloring, "if it were not an effort."

"No," said the professor, quietly, "it would not be half so fine."
I think that's incredibly perceptive look into the mind of a person who finds it very hard to live up to his own moral standards. That someone's dislike of someone else would be intensified by not liking himself for disliking the other person is very touching. And if the professor is right, then the whole exchange is rather reassuring. I've read this page over a few times since reading it the first time, and I continue to be impressed by its complexity. (This discussion is probably revealing more about me than Through One Administration, but I guess that's literature for you.)

Speaking of the professor, he's a pretty awesome guy, too. I read Through One Administration at the same time as Gaskell's Wives and Daughters, and like that novel, this one has a rare positioning of the scientist's powers of observation as positive. The professor views his daughter like one of the insects he chloroforms, pins, and studies... and that's a good thing! Watching her so acutely means that he understands her in a way that few others do, and indeed, he's the moral center of the novel. When he approves of a character, we know that we are meant to, too.

Also, Bertha herself is a very interesting question. Through One Administration is very conscious about the fact that women are looked at, and Bertha herself-- thanks to her father's scientific training?-- is conscious of this herself, and uses it utterly. I was reading an 1885 overview of Burnett's career from Time written by a Clementia Black that explains this book's stance better than I could myself, which says that Burnett "keeps present the sense that the enclosure [of society] is artificial, and that only artificial natures (if the expression may be allowed) can move freely in it. And she lets us forget that there are, below the surface smoothness, such things as sincere feelings running in a straight channel without pause or divergence, and that in a nature of any value, there are such elements as struggle and self-conquest" (82). This is an excellent summation of the major trend of the novel, revealing that even facile people have some level of depth; you just have to know where to look. We learn this of Bertha, Arbuthnot, and others, even learning that it often takes a lot of work to be as facile as those people seem. The world is artificial, and so we must be artificial to succeed in it.

It's not all amazing-- the third quarter of the novel is surprisingly incident-free-- but on the whole Through One Administration is an incredible achievement in character-depth and melancholy. As Black says, "We are left at the end with a feeling of sad and irredeemable complexity, and a conviction, such as real life often enough brings up, that a knot so manifold as this is beyond all human untying, and that Death's is the only sword strong enough to cut it" (84). Certainly the best Burnett that I've read, and I can't believe that it's not more widely read; there's not a single modern reprint that I'm aware of. In the annals of nineteenth-century fiction, this deserves to be a minor classic.

29 February 2012

Life in a Lancashire Matrons' Town

Hardcover, 258 pages
Published 1901 (originally 1880)
Acquired January 2012

Read February 2012
A Fair Barbarian
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

If you've never read Elizabeth Gaskell's Cranford, you should. It's about an English town "in possession of the Amazons"-- everyone1 in the town is a woman. The women in the town are forced to confront the impending modern world in the form of railroads, a bank scare, men, and even foreigners. It's charming, gentle satire. Gaskell's at her best (except for all of her other novels). If you don't have time to read it (it's not even long, though), then go watch the BBC miniseries, which isn't very like it in terms of plot, but seems to get the characters right. (I haven't finished it yet.)

If you have read Cranford, then A Fair Barbarian is essentially the unauthorized sequel, where an American comes to Cranford. "Slowbridge" is a town of ladies who are socially complacent and find their world turned upside down when an American girl (the daughter of a diamond miner) comes to town and starts dressing attractively and speaking her mind, which of course shocks everyone. Several characters are clearly standins for Gaskell's. I haven't liked Burnett's other adult novels, but I was pleasantly entertained by this, which manages to be funny and never outstays its welcome. It's not as deeply characterized or emotionally powerful as Cranford is at its best moments, but if you like Cranford, this slip of a sequel should provide an hour's diversion at least.

1. This being a Victorian novel, "everyone" is more like "everyone who's anyone"; it indicates people of a certain social class, of course.

28 February 2012

Life in a Lancashire Mill Town

Hardcover, 374 pages
Published 1886 (originally 1879)
Acquired January 2012

Read February 2012
Haworth's
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Haworth's never engages. It's not that it doesn't have any likeable characters (they're in short supply, but many a novel has got by without any), it's that it lacks any interesting characters. There's a mill owner who worked his way up from being a hand and dotes on his mother, there's an American whose father spent his life working on an unspecified invention who feels compelled to finish the work, there's a comedy poor old lady, there's some other people too, I guess. The interesting character is Miss Ffrench, daughter of the mill owner's partner, who has been raised to do what is economical, even in choosing a spouse (or rather, her father choosing her a spouse), but seems to feel some moral conflict-- it's hard to tell. She does something nice for someone at one point, but it doesn't stick. It's also hard to tell who the hero actually gets together with, but because it's so hard to care, I didn't try to find out very much.

27 February 2012

Life in a Lancashire Mining Town

Hardcover, 340 pages
Published 1914 (originally 1877)
Acquired and read January 2012
That Lass o' Lowrie's
by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Right now I'm in a seminar that's reading the fiction of Elizabeth Gaskell and Frances Hodgson Burnett. Not Burnett's children's literature, but her mostly-forgotten and never-reprinted adult fiction. Doing this obviously makes it completely impossible to not draw comparisons between the two writers. And so far, these comparisons are always to Burnett's disadvantage.

The problem is that, quite simply, Gaskell's ability to render character is leaps and bounds above Burnett's. This can be mostly clearly seen by comparing Gaskell's attempts to depict the Lancashire poor in her first novel, Mary Barton, to Burnett's attempts to do the same in her first novel, That Lass o' Lowrie's. The poor characters in Mary Barton are, well, characters. They're people with problems and conditions that have shaped them in certain ways, understandable even when those ways are negatives, but they're not eternal victims; they act to help one another or themselves or no one at all, depending. Of all the characters in Lass, only one is poor, and that character falls into the typical Victorian trap of being recognized by every other character as not of her own class. Joan Lowrie, the lass of the title, is virtuous, religious, and selfless, whereas every other poor character in the novel is irrational, dirty, and faceless (with two exceptions).

One of those exceptions is Joan's father, and once again I draw comparison to Mary Barton. Both novels' title characters attempt to murder (or do murder) an upper-class character connected with the town's industry. Mary's father does this because he's seen so many of his fellow laborers' lives ruined by suffering, negotiations with the mill-owners have broken down, and he can't take it all anymore. Joan's father, on the other hand, does this because... well... he's poor and drunk, and that's what poor people do, you know? Can't trust a poor person, unless their nature is that of someone from the upper classes.

The bizarre part of all this is that Elizabeth Gaskell was comfortably middle class (at least) her whole life, whereas Frances Hodgson Burnett spent much of her childhood in poverty. To read That Lass o' Lowrie's, though, you'd think that poor people were something Burnett had only encountered by reading Oliver Twist.