I've been following my instincts with my reading this year. Bliss. Longbourn published in 2013, came to me from a throw-out table of deleted books in a remote Northern Territory school library; a serendipitous find, given I hadn't heard of it. (Cheers, sister Janey.) There are heaps of reviews on line already, but here's mine.
The
characters and setting of Jo Baker's Longbourn
are those of Pride and Prejudice,
however, the Bennet family is seen from the perspectives of the servants, who
very much have their own stories. Remember Mrs Bennet's frantic calls for
'Hill!' when things needed organising? Well, Hill, Mrs, comes to life in this
story, as does old nearly toothless Mr Hill, who supports and shares but makes
no demands on Mrs Hill, preferring the companionship of men. Baker also shows
us the lives of servants, Sarah, aged about fifteen and Polly, maybe twelve.
Both girls serve and owe their survival to the Bennet family, to whom they are
not quite enslaved, but not far off. Two young men give further insight. They
are James Smith and Ptolemy Bingley. James is the footman who mysteriously
comes to work for the Bennets. Ptolemy is a so called 'mulatto' footman, born
into service for the Bingleys, hence his surname. Both are thoughtful and
intelligent and not quite accepting of their lot, although James became so, but
I don't want to say too much about that.
The novel
begins at about four on a cold September morning. Love the opening line.
"There could be no wearing of clothes without their laundering..." a
parody of the opening of Pride and Prejudice itself - "It is a truth
universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune,
must be in want of a wife." I was out there freezing with Sarah, as
she began her working day. 'The iron pump-handle was cold, and even with her
mitts on, her chilblains flared as she heaved the water up from the
undergraound dark and into her waiting pail.'
The picture of the sleeping household effortlessly involved me.
"All else was stillness. Sheep huddled in drifts on the hillside; birds in
the hedgerows were fluffed like thistledown...in the sty, the sow twitched, her
piglets bundled at her belly. Mrs Hill and her husband, up high in their tiny
attic, slept the black blank sleep of deep fatigue; two floors below, in the
principal bedchanber, Mr and Mrs Bennet were a pair of churchyard humps under
the counterpane..." On that otherwise sleeping cold morning, having filled
two pails of well water, Sarah hitches these onto a yoke which she hoists onto
her shoulders before making her precarious way to the house. Unfortunately, she
skids in hogshit, which no one has had time to clear, and loses her effortful
load. Those first three pages of Longbourn
are enticing. Baker writes skilfully; her prose is easy to read, evokes all the
senses and has loads of subtext.
If you know
the world of Pride and Prejudice, you
know its machinations; its balls, its walks into Meryton for bits of lace on
the lookout for the diverting redcoats of the militia. You know its ringlets,
highwaisted frocks and bonnets and the necessity of a good marriage for the
upperclass. What I hadn't previously considered was how often the serving girls
were sent out into the elements on fatuous errands when the inclement weather
prevented the ladies from braving the outdoors. Baker takes us into that other
world. Despite Sarah's protestations of the goodness of Elizabeth and Jane,
they seem self-absorbed and sadly lacking. Both ladies raise their arms so
Sarah may dress them. They step out of their discarded clothes and Sarah picks
them up for folding, repair or laundering as needed. Yes, they occasionally
hand over a chap book or an unwanted old fashioned dress - treasures to Sarah -
but they treat her with as much regard as someone today might treat their
washing machine - missing it if it breaks down but otherwise taking it for
granted. The class system, that upstairs/downstairs mentality, is acutely felt.
Sarah, who is
able to read, is a thoughtful and perceptive young woman. She usually accepts
her lot and isn't judgmental. However, her observations allow readers to
evaluate the characters. It is Sarah's destiny to serve the Bennet family for a
meagre wage per quarter. She is a chattel of the household; largely invisible.
As the imposing gentleman - Darcy - barges past her she feels herself becoming
physically transparent, so unacknowledged is she.
The Longbourn
world, and other places further afield are also reflected through the eyes of
James Smith, footman. "They were
lucky to get him...what with the War in Spain, and the press of so many able
fellows into the Navy; there was, simply put, a dearth of men." He barely
registers for the ladies of the Bennet household yet he greatly eases the
strain for the overworked servants. He works tirelessly for the family, driving
the ladies out to balls with the horse and carriage, keeping himself occupied
throughout the freezing nights until the entertainment is over then driving
them home again. His arrival at Longbourn is somewhat mysterious. James' story
in many ways drives the narrative. To say more would be to ruin an intriguing
plot.
The
complexity of the lives of the servants would have made an interesting story in
itself but it is faxcinating to have a good look at the dirty laundry of the
privileged Bennet household. We know about Lydia's disgrace from Pride and Prejudice and we know that the
family allows Lydia and Wickham to return to Longbourn. However, it is Mrs Hill
who must deal with the newly weds' soiled linen. Mrs Hill "peeled out the
few chemises and petticoats and nightgowns that Lydia had bundled away...tried
not to look too directly at them, or inhale the odours of cheap lodging houses,
sweat and sex./ She steeped the soiled linen - blood and sweat and spunk and
travel dust, and the shiny grubbiness of things that have gone too long between
washing - in lye, prodding at it with the laundry tongs, swirling it through
the murky grey water...If Mrs Hill had the ruling, and not just the
maintenance, of Lydia, the little madam would be obliged to wash her own dirty
linen just this once, and see what other people saw of her."
Great
writing. Look, I could keep transcribing so you, too, could get a sense of what
is in those chamberpots that must be taken down the back stairs, one's face
averted, to the 'necessary' house outside, but won't. (Assuming you are also
fascinated by the minutiae of upperclass family life in Regency England.) Since
I finished my obligatory reading for school last year*, this is one of the
books that has made me want to carry it around for a while; to reflect on it in
more than a brief summary in my journal. I read this novel quickly and relished
it. When I'd finished I wanted to reread it; it's easy to dip back into with
its deft, detailed prose.
If you
enjoyed Pride and Prejudice, even if
you've only seen some screen adaptation, you'd enjoy this book.
*A literary
life guided, for years, by school reading lists, what's new in YA fiction and
vacation reading splurges of books judged by covers is not so bad..