by Barbara Pym
Originally submitted in 1963, An Unsuitable Attachment was rejected by her publishers. Even after revision it failed to be accepted and marked the end of Barbara Pym’s initial success as a published author. Barbara enjoyed a second helping of success in the late 1970s but this, which should have been her seventh novel was not published until 1983.
Reading the book now I can see why it failed to excite the interest of publishers at the time. It is in much the same vain as her previous six novels but if lacks full characterisation and the premise is dated, even for the early 1960s. The story lacks focus and seems to meander about between the various characters, as if looking for somewhere to land. The central characters of the story, whose relationship inspires the title, are ill formed and lack any real depth. This is down to the fragmented nature of the narrative rather than the ability of the author. Don’t get me wrong, there are some really good characters, they are just not fully realised in the way they deserve to be.
There is still plenty of gentle humour and wry observation that are the hallmark of Barbara Pym’s work and make her books so enjoyable. But, for me, it was a little disappointing. I really wanted to know more about Ianthe Bloom and her beau John Challow.
This is not one of her best works. It is a pleasant enough read but failed to capture my imagination.
by Barbara Pym
Having already read a couple of Barba Pym’s novels before, I picked this one up expecting much of the same. In one way I was not disappointed – Green Leaves is a simple story of ordinary folk facing new challenges told in a straightforward, matter of falk sort of way. It is the simplicity and ordinariness of the characters and their situations that make her work so captivating. There is nothing too demanding.
But ultimately I found Green Leaves rather disappointing. The plot was a little thin, the story a little meandering. The narrative tried to follow too many characters with the result that none were given the time and room to grow and develop in a way I would have expected. It is all a little too shallow for me.
Whilst I enjoyed the way the book opened a window onto a community and way of life that was under threat at the end of the 1970s when the book was written, the story itself lacked the focus and insight that made her earlier work so compelling.
A Few Green Leaves was Barbara Pym’s last novel and I really wish I could say she finished on a high, but I can’t.
To be fair, the book is a light, gentle read perfect for a summer afternoon on the beach, just don’t expect to be swept away by it.
by Barbara Pym
A classic from the late 1970s, Quartet in Autumn is a light and amusing tale of four co-workers, drifting towards and into retirement. Edwin, Norman, Marcia and Letty share an office in an undisclosed London office block. Each is alone, either by choice or circumstances and none have any plans or ambitions for their futures. With retirement just around the corner, time is running out.
The story meanders between the four characters, delving into their lives in a way the characters themselves seem unwilling or unable to do. There is no question of their friendships going beyond the confines of the office, yet surely, no one understands their situations better they each other?
I really enjoyed this gently and mildly amusing foray into the lives of these four over 60s. Each desperately hanging onto their independence and their pasts. But it is the shared sense of loneliness that makes the book so appealing. So often I wanted to reach out to them and point out that there is someone who cares and they are sitting right across from them.
It is rather sad in a way, but I enjoyed their individual stories and the way Barbara Pym injected her subtle humour into even the most poignant and sad moments. Although there are some elements of the story that are very much of the time, the problem of loneliness in the heart of one of the world’s busiest cities is as true today as it was then.
This is the first Pymnovelk that I have read and I am sure it won’t be the last.