Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fiction. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 November 2016

Après la guerre finie…

A brief Book Notice for November

Au Revoir Là-Hautby Pierre Lemaitre (Albin Michel 2013; Livre de Poche 2015).


Published in English as
The Great Swindle (MacLehose Press 2015; Paperback, 3 Nov 2016), translated by Frank Wynne.
'In 2013 "The Great Swindle" (published in French as "Au revoir là-haut") won the Prix Goncourt, France's leading literary award, and it will be released as a film in 2017.... "The Great Swindle" will be developed into a trilogy in the coming years.'

This extraordinary work does much to justify the publishers' claim for it as the great post-First-World-War novel. 
The French title is ambiguous: Good-bye up there, which fits the key scene, or See you up there /in heaven, which is the meaning expressed in the quotation it refers to. (Jean Blanchard, shot [see below] 4-12-14, rehabilitated 29-1-21) 
Although the narrative is about two massive scams, (one based on an actual occurrence) triggered separately by the postwar orgy of patriotic commemoration, it is clear that The Great Swindle is the war itself. Only the opening sections are set prior to the Armistice but it is this time, early November 1918, that sets the conditions for the main characters' future lives and interwoven relationships.
The author has done research and put it to excellent use without obtruding his knowledge. Among the aspects of the reality of war and its aftermath to which he draws attention are mental and physical trauma, the chaos of demobilisation, and the mismatch between public adulation of dead heroes and the bleak prospect facing damaged survivors. The social context brings out further issues of class and gender. Altogether it is an absorbing and affecting read.

#1 Those who thought this war would soon be over had all died long ago.

#8 Non-stop milling about, indescribable chaos. Demobilisation Centre choc-a-block, men were to be discharged in batches of a few hundred but no-one knew how this was to be done; orders back and forth, procedure keeps changing. Men fed up, hassled, pouncing on smallest scrap of news and setting up a clamour, almost threatening... [In Britain this sort of situation was to lead to many instances of actual mutiny in 1919].

About Jean Blanchard;
Charged with deserting their post in the face of the enemy, six men including Jean Blanchard were sentenced to death by a summary court martial on 3rd December 1914 and shot the next morning. The verdict was overturned on 29th January 1921. A monument in their memory was erected at Vingré on April 5th 1925.

Previously on this blog;
Paris, March-June 2014. Introduction to an exhibition 
(The like of which we are unlikely to see listed officially in the UK)
« Shot as an Example 1914-2014. The Republic’s Ghosts»


  

Monday, 20 June 2016

Here's Tae Us, Wha's Like Us?...

Observing and Imagining 'Others' in a 1934 Novel

About: J.S.Flett, Bid for Fortune: The adventures of four young men. Moray Press, Edinburgh & London, 1934. 
Note: Joseph Flett (1887-1976) had no middle initial. It seems the publishers thought he should have, and he may have chosen 'S' because many Smiths have a place on his family tree along with Fletts. (As far as is known, looking back at least to the mid-18th century, he was not related to the eminent geologist Sir John Smith Flett. Nor is there any known connection between his family and members of the Cree Nation with that surname.)

Joe Flett's novel Bid for Fortune, published in 1934, has already featured on this blog, considered both in relation to its post First World War setting and as a source of interesting sidelights on particular aspects of that context, notably the trans-Atlantic herring trade and travel in early 20th-century Newfoundland. Attributes of this kind are what can make it worthwhile to seek out and read such bygone works of fiction. At the same time, not very surprisingly if disappointingly, there are some more negative aspects to be acknowledged, in the way of attitudes and expressions of opinion, sometimes in the authorial voice, that are now, to say the least, problematic. To observe that they were apparently accepted without comment at the time of publication, and were shared by a large number of contemporary writers from the very famous to the more or less equally obscure, is not to excuse them.

'Other' stereotypes and generalisations: Race-pride and prejudice?

The idea that it is perfectly valid to generalise about large groups of people on the basis of what they are, e.g. as members of a race, nation, or gender, has not of course died out. (You only have to hear an English comedian going on about the French, and getting a reflex smug endorsement from the audience [to generalise a bit about the English].)  And arguably there is not much wrong with the thesis that a shared culture, heritage, environment and life-style may well result in certain shared characteristics being prevalent among the group. Problems arise when individuals are encountered, interacted with (or not) and judged only as belonging to the given group, with its perceived characteristics imputed to them a priori, instead of considering each as an individual. Readers of a novel like Bid for Fortune will decide for themselves where the line is crossed, and how much this sort of thing detracts from their appreciation of it - while perhaps adding to its value for cultural historians as a product of its time and even providing some incidental entertainment.

Some stereotypes are more favourable than others, and it is perhaps not surprising that the author's compatriots - his ancestors had their being in a small, close-knit (although not isolated) community in north-east Scotland for many generations - don't come off too badly. Three of the novel's main protagonists, flawed and conflicted characters though all four turn out to be, are "Scotsmen of the healthy country-bred type". This can work to their advantage as "a Scots accent helps a man along... especially in America."  Reputedly "Nobody is better at holding his tongue" than a "Scotchman". "Scotchmen" are also seen as "notoriously irascible", liable to the "ready pugnacity of the North". One of them catches himself on in the process of being "race-proud as most English and nearly all Scots are" (p.115): "What a very great country this might have been if only they had not let so many foreigners into it... would have dominated the world - of course for the world's own good..." he reflects, but then "came down from the heights of British moral superiority." Anyway, as someone points out (later, p.243) "Bandit, or pirate, or land-houper - that's how ancestors be always made."

The English are different, but then they are less fortunate, having to put up with "flat ditch-water kind of air... It's only north of the Tweed that a man can feel like a man." Boston is as "squalid as any English city". Jimmy himself is "an Englishman, not prone to easy credulity". "Snobbish English" are adjured not to despise cod and herring, important in the economic development of St John's, Newfoundland. Bad guys include "Cockneys of the worst class". To disarm suspicion it is found useful to display "truly British (as understood in America) ineptitude" and act like a "blatant specimen of the Great British Ass".  

Various sets of people come in for odd sideswipes or casual comment: "a Canadian speaking the truth, unusual for them"; "the coopers were black-avised, rough-looking Polacks instead of grimly smiling Scots". Two rum-runners have Irish names, while the book’s villain-in-chief is apparently Russian, although not much is made of this. Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, is the abode of Dutchmen, praised for their boat-building. A Syrian merchant is one of the few passengers on a cross-country train; on the same journey "a darky train attendant" with the "whole-hearted smile of his race" has a sympathetic cameo role. Nova Scotia is later found to be "full of deserted farms and powerful negroes". And the sight of "hordes of priests", observed at St. George's, is taken as a portent of "ill luck". 
 
On a giant liner there are "many jovial and sociable Americans and Canadians" making the voyage like "a big children's party". However: "The Americans didn't despise law-breakers; the only thing they really despised was poverty" - and (p.218) "Crime in America was a close corporation, something like a trade union. Each gang had its own district, its own hand-fed police..." Lawlessness entails the "need to travel Pullman - first-class was a risk in America, in the immediate post-war years. Third-class was good enough for any reasonable person in Britain."  The captain of a schooner has "Red-Indian-like features" but Native Americans don't appear as such, until the rather sudden announcement that the object of the sort-of-main character's affection is (p.272) "a native princess in her own right".

Portrayal of Jewish characters

The most obvious, recurrent and disturbing examples of racial stereotyping in the book occur in relation to Jewish characters, giving rise to colourable allegations of anti-semitism. It should perhaps be said that this accusation came as a surprise to some of those closest to the author, who did not recall him ever having expressed such views and thought them out of character. But it is hard to deny that the book lays itself open to it; there is a case to answer. Picked out and listed (as follows), the references to and characterisations of Jews do begin to look like a regular preoccupation, if not bordering on obsession, although no doubt in the less prejudice-aware 1930s it would have been easier to miss, among so much else in the book. And the "else", as has been shown, includes many other generalisations about various nationalities or kinds of people and even, at one point, something like a self-subverting send-up of such notions.

The root of the preoccupation may be indicated in the remark passed by one of the four central characters, Tommy, in relation to their plans: "We'll all bud out into herring importers, gaberdines and all. I understand the cured-herring trade in America is a pet preserve of the Chosen Race." The remark is particularly unsettling given who else was making similar complaints when it was published (in the mid-1930s), and what that led to. Its point is reinforced in the authorial and other voices as the narrative progresses. Adam in Glasgow finds himself "an amateur amongst experts" to wit "a little group of men, Jewish of feature but very American in accent, flitting about, following two coopers...noticing subtle differences..." who are seen as being "a' the time tryin' to deceive..." i.e. to get themselves the best deal. (One man's deceitful cunning is another's business acumen.) In relation to the herring trade, Flett was writing about what he knew, so it is probable that his comments (appreciation of expertise) were based on experience and observation, and not entirely unbiased (competition for native traders): "The fishing trade is an important one in Scotland, ranking next to agriculture..." (p.99).

Across the Atlantic: "The herring business seemed to be entirely in the hands of Jews" who treated it with "tremendous seriousness", sampling and taking bites of raw herring. A fellow Scot ventures to "hope ye'll mak the Jews sit up... things ower much their ain way." They are not always successful and enviable, however. On his cross-country train Jimmy encounters a  "New York Jew", who insists on recounting the "history of his life ... the usual hard-luck story with which nobody has any patience"; in fact he has been the victim of a swindle involving herring. Jimmy "felt sorry for him"; and "quite, or almost quite, believed his story" but can't be doing with his volubility, a sore trial to the taciturn Brit.

Not all the Jews' supposed attributes are negative, for example being "munificent to employees whom they valued"; and having "the tenacity of purpose of [this] race" as well as the "racial instinct to haggle" and a capacity for "real inveterate Jewish enmity". On the second-last page, "New York was pleasantly warm... even the Jews relaxing a little to the geniality of nature." Apart from such anonymous or minor characters - "a Polish sort of Jew at that"; "a Jew syndicate back of us" according to a rival gang in the rum-running episode - there are two who play significant parts in the story.

The more pejoratively presented, Maurice Levitt, is "smart" and young, whose intelligence and witticisms appeal to Adam without disarming his distrust; expecting to be deceived, he pre-emptively deceives Maurice by trying to appear thoroughly naïf. He is invited to lunch, welcomed into the home circle; introduced to "all kinds of Jew" and included in theatre parties, but inevitably his suspicions turn out to be justified. It may be that Maurice is based on someone known to the author - there was some word of him having been let down or cheated by an American business partner - and Jewish characters may of course be less than perfect (the Scottish friends have no strong claim to moral high ground either); the pernicious aspect is the implicit linking of his race with his defects. This tendency is reinforced when he is given a passage of internal monologue, with the obnoxious admission that he "despised the Britishers, yet secretly cringed before them". He claims to have spent three years in Scotland. His attempts to win Adam over include an allusion to him being "a hit with the girls" and an interesting riff on post-traumatic stress when Adam displays an exaggerated startle response: (p.222) "I should have remembered that you've been through the War," he said contritely. "I've noticed lots of our ex-soldiers jumpy like that, easy startled, can't bear to be touched. A terrible strain on the nerves it must have been. And long continued... It seems to have affected everyone who went through it, one way or another."

By comparison, Mr. Rufus Maclevy doesn't come off so badly. Adam and Jimmy, the characters who display most affinity with their author, each discover eventually that the "can't help liking Rufus" - whose first appearance has been as the victim, chosen for his affluence and accessibility, of the four friends' first attempt at seriously illegal activity, to wit kidnap and extortion. He is able to assess the fairly low level of risk they pose and to strike a bargain, initiating their subsequent adventures. In the end, having cemented their alliance against Rakovsky, the "virtual king of the underworld", it is he whose cunning plan and substantial resources extricate them from danger and difficulties and set them on a more acceptable course of life. "You can't beat the Jew, now can you, I ask you?" they conclude (p.265), with evident appreciation, adding a Biblical quotation: "... the more they were smitten the more they flourished and multiplied."

Future patriarch JF with his eldest son.
Canada, 1920-21

What about the women?

Given its date (1934) and best-fit genre (adventure story/ crime caper) it is not surprising that women don't get much of a look-in on the main action and are "other", even alien to the main characters, whose male bonding and default assumptions (carried over from the war and/or rooted in their culture) preclude their involvement on equal terms. Jimmy, in chapter 1 and a state of mind he later repudiates (blaming it on his experiences in the war), reflects that "Neither the War, nor that worse enemy, Women, had robbed him of his youth..." while "The women! - clean and sweet and gracious; they were what made life worth living. But he had met few of that kind." Later he "avoided women". They nevertheless pop up from time to time as part of the landscape or to add a bit of colour and detail: a "young coloured woman, quadroon or octoroon or some such blend"; a maternity nurse going to St. George's; a reference to "women being caught trying to smuggle valuable lace"; prohibition "killing the young men and corrupting the young women"; beautiful women in Boston, "frank and fearless enough." Adam resorts to flirting with a young widow although such behaviour was "out of his character" and is encouraged to revisit Maurice's wife and his "little friend Lucille", being supposedly "a hit with the girls". At one point (p.156) Jock and Tommy find themselves "comfortable and jolly here, in a house that held seven buxom and flirtatious daughters..." constituting a "Mohammedan (but, we hasten to add, completely innocent) paradise ..."

Only one female, Nelly Brown, appearing after more than 50 pages, is given a full name, along with a distinctive voice of her own, and a key role in the main action. She is notably transgressive, being one of the most deadly criminal gang who lures Tommy into their clutches (albeit protesting when it looks as though he may be killed) and later persuades him and two of the other pals into a planned escape so that they can be followed. She also persuades them to finance her own escape from the gang, purportedly to set her up in a little shop in her native village. Tommy is happy to believe they have had the "chance to pull a girl out of the mire and set her on her feet again". He briefly considers the idea of her joining in their enterprise, only to realise "a woman would spoil everything". He perceives the plight of "a girl on her own" which is also Nelly's rationale for what she does: (p.68) "It was a hard old world... Aw, well, he was only a man anyway. She hated men. Disgusting, sensual brutes... They cared nothing for women except in the satisfaction of their brutish appetites. Or the tickling of their contemptible vanity. They ruined girls, then laughed and crowed over it..."

A different kind of female is on hand when rescue, rest and recovery, and at last a personal (quasi-existentialist) resolution are required for Jimmy. Not that their first meeting is conventional; saved from hypothermia and exhaustion by a woman's cry and "surrendering control once he recognised safety" he ends up being nursed by Cissie and her sister Susie, but not without being attacked by their axe-wielding mother. Passing over this incident - "She's had a hard life, and now she's got crazy about money; but we'll take good care she doesn't get the chance again" - he lapses into "voluptuous ease", "utterly content for the first time since the War" and enjoying the "atmosphere, familiar to the lucky amongst us, of being petted and nursed by devoted women.." as in the "paradise of the true believer". It has been explained that two men of the family are away for most of the winter and one is working elsewhere, and that "Susie would be going away in the fall. There was no keeping young girls at home nowadays; they would go... Young gels got desperate like when there wasn't no young men about. But Cissie was a good quiet girl, content with the day's work." Apart from this, the sisters are not clearly differentiated; they share a physical description - sheeny golden brown hair, friendly eyes, musical voices, soft cheeks, and "both had that peculiarly well-bred manner, direct and fearless. treating all as equals and none as superiors, of those brought up in the complete independence of the wilds."  After further adventures and a deal of introspection, Jimmy decides that it's Cissie who is "the only girl in the world for him" and duly finds her waiting for him. - [THE END]

Rumour has it that the "love interest" was a late addition at the behest of the publisher, which may be seen as some kind of plea in mitigation. It seems they had nothing to say about the more regrettable features of the work, as quoted and criticised above.

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Anyway that's probably enough to be going on with about this (not quite deservedly?) obscure, almost forgotten novel - unless anyone has the bright idea of organising a new edition, or an adaptation for radio, film or TV... Could work?

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Saturday, 21 May 2016

A Findochty Flett in Canada

In Imagination and Memory...

Joseph Flett was aged 27 when he sailed to North America in August 1915, 28 when his young wife and baby daughter joined him in May 1916. While he may at that time have intended to make a permanent home in Canada, circumstances decreed otherwise and he had returned to Scotland 13 years before his novel Bid for Fortune was published in 1934. The book contains several chapters set in Newfoundland where he had spent over five years. Although a work of fiction presented as an escapist adventure story, it clearly draws extensively on the author's knowledge and experience (as well as his thoughts and feelings), including some about his temporarily adopted country.

Written on May 21, 1916:
"No desire to return to Scotland", but circumstances decreed otherwise five years later
In the context of post First World War alienation and lack of prospects the four main protagonists in the novel, after a failed business venture, turn to less legal schemes for securing some kind of future for themselves. While one takes care of the main plan, to smuggle accidentally-acquired diamonds into the USA with a view to disposing of them, the other three proceed via Newfoundland to rendez-vous with him in New York. Rather than wait idly, they decide to have a go at putting another idea into practice, rum-running from the French colony of St. Pierre to the Prohibition-era dry States. Rum-running to the USA, one of them has argued, would constitute a "real service" as well as being "almost respectable":

"For the greater convenience of rum-runners and Newfoundland fishermen - they've got Prohibition even in their foggy clammy island, poor devils! - there happens... to be two bits of rock off the south coast of Newfoundland that still belong to the sensible and thirsty Républque Française... an oasis in an arid land." (Chapter 5, p.55)

Anyway: "The Americans didn't despise law-breakers; the only thing they really despised was poverty. And rum-running was by now almost a respectable industry in the States."  (Chapter 14, pp.128-9)

On board ship their fellow passengers "cursed Prohibition. It was leading the youth of the country astray... It was killing the young men and corrupting the young women." (Chapter 17, p.148)

The next morning they were swishing through slob ice, with an occasional bump and grinding into the harder hummocks. Late in the afternoon they came up to the narrows of St. John's harbour. Huge cliffs towered above the narrow channel, bare grey rock plastered white in every cranny with snow, formidably wild and desolate-looking. Wooden huts and scaffoldings of fishermen [boats] perched on shelves of rock just above the water. A grim land it looked. Passing through the narrows, they entered a calm, land-locked harbour, full of drifting ice and little anchored schooners, Christmas-toy-like in their frosted shrouds and the long icicles pendent from bow and stern and gunwales.
 ... A small fleet of sleighs awaited the landing of the passengers... A grim country. A devil of a climate. (Chapter 17, p.148-149)

These first impressions are expanded into a more elaborate description of the place (with a small sting in the tail): "A rover of the sea turned merchant... St John's achieves, too, the metropolitan air... shares in the councils of the nations. She has a parliament all of her own... active mentally, and that's the great thing... It loves to take the stranger in, in one way or the other." (Chapter 18, p.150)



The next objective was to be Saint-Pierre-et-Miquelon, travelling to which was possible but advised against by locals at this time of year, the advice being heeded by only one of the three: "Jimmy, listening to the proposed itinerary, ruled himself out of it. He wouldn't, deliberately and of his own free will, shove himself into such horrible discomforts. But Tommy and Jock were still of the mind to go through with it." (p.151)

Tommy and Jock decide to kit themselves out, gradually, in seamen's clothing –

Then, on pretence at first of touring the outports, they crept down the coast, from one fishing hamlet to the next... until at last, from long rubber thighboots to mackinaw and ear-flapped cap, there was naught to distinguish them outwardly from the most native of natives. The local accent, a peculiar blend of West-Country English with the Irish brogue, presented much more difficulty to Jock... Jock, they decided, would have to pass as a Cape Breton Gaelic-speaking Scotsman, in whom any variety of English, from the purest to the most broken, gives no surprise to anybody - or at least so they had gathered from their boon companions in St. John's.
From Placentia... they drifted down... Everywhere they landed they found houses that would take in the weary traveller for a dollar or two... (p.154)

After an enforced wait that turns out to be "comfortable and jolly" in Grand-Bank, Fortune Bay, "there came a morning at last, even in a Newfoundland February, when the raging seas simmered down into a sullen heave of swell."

They landed on rocks at an unfrequented part of the island...
Saint-Pierre was quiet.. The transatlantic headquarters of the French cod-fishing fleet, its busy time was over for a year, except for the occasional visit of a big French trawler and its surreptitious activities in the rum-running trade...
The cod-fishing business was not what it had been. Newfoundland long ago had done its direst to kill that trade by prohibiting the sale of Newfoundland bait to the French, and in any case the business of fishing was getting more and more into the hands of big steam-trawling companies... (p.157)


While this adventure proceeds:

Jimmy put in the three weeks' waiting at St. John's pleasantly enough. He skated on the ice-rinks; he practised snow-shoeing until he quite fancied himself as an expert; he played poker and bridge; avoided women... As soon as it was certain that Jock and Tommy had made the passage, Jimmy packed up and took sleigh for the railway station.

The journey turns out to be something of an epic one. "The train lurched and bumped... in a manner disconcerting to the novice", eliciting the reassurance that [JF does the voice
"This ain't the season yit foh upsets. Next month now, yoh go to sleep mebbe in a lowah berth and waken up in a uppah berth with the train turned right upside down"  - in which case the procedure would be to climb out by the windows, with "drifts of snow fawty feet deep sometimes" at the "tops'ils". Asked "How do you like it up here?" the attendant replies that there are drawbacks and 'vantages: "We coloured gemmen have fah moah considuation up heah, sah. But dis consumption play the devil with coloured folks up heah, sah." (p.181-182)

The same attendant breaks the news to him when they get snowed in, and the conductor confirms that nothing can be done until the storm blows itself out and the "rotary" clears a way for them, which might take weeks. There are very few passengers in the sleeper - "Only the strongest urgency could persuade anyone to do the cross-country voyage at this time of year" - and after three days of being cooped up with them Jimmy, "ready for anything, no matter how desperate, that would break the monotony", decides to set out walking. Grand Falls he reckons is only about 80 miles away; some houses are scattered along the route; he expects to find "lots of English people there, employees of Northcliffe's paper mills".  Although he goes equipped with snow-shoes and green-tinted spectacles bought from a fellow passenger, his initial optimism as he begins "to follow the line of railway telegraph posts over the deep and pathless snow" is seriously misplaced.

On the point of collapse, he is rescued by a gaunt elderly woman and then tended by her two young attractive daughters, in whom he observes "that peculiarly well-bred manner, direct and fearless, treating all as equals and none as superiors, of those brought up in the complete independence of the wilds". However (half way to Grand Falls after ten days):
The happy interlude was brief, as usual. One morning smoke was seen down the line; then came the rotary, throwing up cascades of snow before it.. [The train] did not come along until the next day. With the usual obligingness of Newfoundland trains it stopped for Jimmy's excited wavings and took him aboard. (p.204)


The remainder of the journey is more pleasant - 
Without much apparent thaw the snow had long since begun mysteriously to disappear... The first taste of spring comes sudden and sweet in the countries of the long long snows…
The barren monotony of the interior changed as they came to the West Coast to high hills and woodlands. The River Humber roared through its steep and matted gorge down to Bay of Islands, still fast and serene under six feet of ice. It was a strange sight to Jimmy to see horses and heavily laden sleighs creeping over the frozen sea.

The country had a further test of endurance in reserve - 
"... when they arrived at Port-aux-Basques, the terminus of the railway and the port of transhipment for Canada. The s.s. Kyle had already been waiting there two days, already full of passengers who had come with her direct by sea from St. John's; the gulf was full of heavy ice, now packed close and tight to the land by the in-wind that had been blowing... The usually spick-and-span mail-boat had been putting up a losing fight against overcrowding and delay... (p.206)
"Another day of dank, smelly, tedious misery... then Jimmy woke up to woke up to the throbbing of engines and the swish and grind of a ship forcing her way through ice...
Up on deck the air was dancing, the ice-fields glittering in the strong sunlight. 

Finally - 
Here was the land again, praise be! and freedom from the mob. A drink!.. He had been looking forward to it ever since he smelt that ship. Now without preparation or softening the blow was dealt to him. Nova Scotia was dry. The country of all countries that needed a drink to was down its miserable dullness was dry!
The Syrian, who had been a fellow-passenger... now proved a friend in need. Nova Scotia was dry all right; but you could get all you wanted just the same; the only real difference was that you now had to pay through the nose for it.
... In defiance of all law, Jimmy was a bit flushed and smiling when he joined the train at North Sydney that evening. (p.209)

Jimmy's farewell to Canada is not final. After the four friends are reunited and share some further adventures and difficulties, they each end up (spoiler alert) with a substantial sum of money, and the partnership is dissolved. Jimmy,'with whom the narrative has opened, also occupies the closing chapter, in which after much soul-searching and existential agonising, he diagnoses the root cause of his troubled state as "nothing but that most common of ailments, the mating fever".
He had been unhappy... ever since he had left that lonely spot in the wilds... His mind went back to that scene, visioned the snow and the lake and the little fir tree.. Suddenly young Susie's face flashed up and filled his mind...
Having been characterised as English (distancing him from Joe) and therefore prone to snobbery, he has to account for his choice of this young woman from the wilds (while remaining apparently unfazed at the prospect of an intermittently homicidal axe-wielding mother-in-law). A momentary misgiving is set aside - "Susie was not a young savage; she was a native princess in her own right... glorious and free." (pp.271-273)


Recollecting -  her mother had said there was "no keeping young girls at home nowadays"  - that "she had been thinking of going away, of leaving home; a lamb going out innocently unafraid into the jungle" (pp.275-276) he loses no more time in organising his return, "a different man", to a different experience:
The s.s.Kyle, now neat and clean enough. Port-aux-Basques, raining as usual, but this time warm muggy rain. The casual leisurely crawl of the Newfoundland train... the homely genial atmosphere that more than made up for all discomforts... No such thing as time in Newfoundland: nothing for it but to wait, as tranquilly as everybody else. (pp.277-278)
The train may be slow, but the story now skips briskly onwards to the required happy ending.

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(A more thorough and critical review of the novel appears later on this blog.)

J.S.Flett, Bid for Fortune. Moray Press, Edinburgh & London, 1934
The adventures of four young men. Price 7/6 [Seven shillings and sixpence = 37.5p. 
Second-hand copies have been available on-line at different highish prices, e.g. at £35 about 12 years ago, £399 (80 years after publication), £50 without jacket (currently).]

The book sat well with its mid-1930s contemporaries in the Moray Press list
 of (would-be) popular but far from unintelligent adventure yarns.

Friday, 23 May 2014

Flett’s Bid for Fortune: some notes from a post-WW1 novel


J.S.Flett, Bid for Fortune. Moray Press, Edinburgh & London, 1934:
"The adventures of four young men..." Price 7/6 [= 37.5 p; same price as some new hardbacks in mid-1950s]


From opening paragraph, chapter 1 (p.9): Jimmy exulted in the new feel of freedom. He was clear of it at last…No more orders, yours not to reason why, yours but to do or die; He’d have to reason why, now… he was a man again, no longer a mere pawn in a game played by beefwits… though there was no denying some of these majors and colonels were damned clever fellows, up to their jobs. But cynical and callous. Arrogant! Guzzling! Lecherous! The whole bloody war was a thing to be ignored, forgotten if you could…

p.11  In London Jimmy soon lost the remains of that happy, careless serenity that had been his first reaction to Peace.

p.17  “We chaps, like everybody else, have been wondering what we were going to do now that we've been booted out of the army... In fact, all the professions are getting hopelessly overcrowded, and te worst is yet to come in that respect. Anyway… it’s only the stand-pat, safety-first sort of chaps that go in for  the professions and banking and the Civil Service… where you go through a regular mill and come out at sixty with a bit of a pension enough to be a bore on.., “

p.28  “It’s the fat old birds that have all the money, and it’s evident to me that the fat old birds don’t like us or the likes of us...”

p.128   The Americans didn't despise law-breakers; the only thing they really despised was poverty.

p.216   But crime in America was a close corporation, something like a trade union, in fact. Each gang had its own district, its own hand-fed police.

p.222  “…you've been through the War… I’ve noticed lots of our ex-soldiers are jumpy like that, easily startled, can't bear to be touched. A terrible strain on the nerves it must have been. And long continued... It seems to have affected everyone who went through it, one way or another.”
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p.243  The world’s grown small; it’s not easy to hide in it any more.

p.269  Old comrades came before him, live, blasphemous, full of themselves, then at a blow nothing, now hardly even a dream

p.276  Ever since the horrible reality of war had made havoc with his youthful illusions e ad been slack and careless, reckless of thought… Nothing mattered…But.. new-found feeling of the dignity of human life…



It is intended that a follow-up piece will tackle some of the more troubling ideas that emerge in the course of the story, in the context of contemporary attitudes to (for example) race and gender.

Review in Stornoway Gazette



Friday, 9 May 2014

Diamonds among the Silver Darlings

A rare fictional take on the interwar herring industry
This summer sees the 80th anniversary of the publication of an unusual novel, “Bid for Fortune” by “J.S.” (real name Joseph, no middle name) Flett - not a famous one by any means but worthy of some consideration from several points of view, not least in its historical context…

From The Hub of My Universe by James Shaw Grant. Edinburgh, James Thin, 1982, a book of memoir-essays by the long-term editor of the Stornoway Gazette in its heyday as the paper of record for the Western Isles:-
Chapter 41. They Hid the Diamonds in a Barrel
p.121  When Joe Flett wrote a novel, and I reviewed it for the “Gazette”, I read it in the train between Inverness and Perth. I could not guess even wildly at the date, and I have no recollection of the purpose of my journey. But I recall incidents from the story, although I have completely forgotten many more memorable books I read before and since.
The […] stolen diamonds were smuggled out, concealed in a barrel of salt herring.
When I used to meet [the author], and exchange a passing greeting, on his solitary walks through the Castle Grounds, I had no idea he was gestating a thriller, until the publishers sent me a copy…
The ruse with the diamonds was a natural for Joe Flett. He belonged to one of the leading families in the herring trade.  Flett was a name to conjure with when I was young. But he seemed to have no interest in the family trade - except for literary purposes. 

If James Shaw Grant had consulted the Gazette files he would have found the date of his 900-word review “A Well-Received First Novel by J. S. Flett” which appeared in the Stornoway Gazette, 15-6-1934, p.4, col.5 (unsigned but obviously by the Editor). His overall assessment was highly favourable, beginning:
“Bid for Fortune” is described by the publishers (The Moray Press) as “a first novel of outstanding merit”, and, although publishers’ “blurbs” are notoriously misleading, the compliment is earned: the novel in many respects stands high in its class, and from the first page to the last it makes interesting reading.
Several paragraphs go into the plot in some detail, from the young men ‘faced with the inevitable post-war problem - “What are we to do?”’ to the main character ‘finally seeking happiness with the lady of his choice in Newfoundland’. 

Grant has some minor reservations, considering that the characters’ introspection hindered the plot (“adventure heroes are not expected to think”):

… [A]s the story progresses, the adventures of the young men seem to become of less importance, when compared with their moralising on the situation in which they find themselves…. Indeed, one cannot help feeling that Mr Flett has not chosen the medium most suited to his talent […] when it was within his power to write something better.
Unfortunately there was no follow-up published novel, whether 'serious' and better or not.
‘However,’ the reviewer concluded, ‘it is not difficult to be content with what we have been given.’ 

Adam’s adventure with the herring trade when he sought to smuggles the diamonds [...] will specially appeal to Stornoway folk, for it is a trade they know.
Taking it all in all, Mr Flett’s first venture as an author has been very successful, and few who read this book will fail to read its successor, which we hope will be written shortly, if it not already “on the stocks”.
Modern readers would doubtless also have reservations, but not necessarily the same ones, and those with an interest in social history might find more to appreciate than fans of adventure yarns. It is hoped that a fuller assessment of the book, with added hindsight, will be published on this blog shortly.



"Flett's fishyard" in Stornoway. The owner would probably have been Joe Flett's uncle, William Downie Flett
(or, earlier, his grandfather James Flett of Findochty, "the Auld Cooper").

Anyone who has seen such a fishyard in operation on a fine day (they do occur in Stornoway) may be tempted to speculate whether Joe Flett may have found the inspiration for the diamonds' hiding place from the sunlight glinting on salt-crystals sparkling in dozens of barrels of herring.


"Scotch fisher lassie" gutting herring
as seen by Sylvia Pankhurst (early 20th century)

Monday, 22 October 2012

A new novel set partly in Ladakh

Liz Harris, The Road Back, Choc Lit,  2012. £7.99
It’s not likely that many reviews of self-identified (?-confessed) ‘romantic’ novels will appear on this blog but this one is special. Its inspiration was the same album, compiled by the author’s uncle, which also inspired our Himalayan Encounters pamphlet (see below). Many of the scenes photographed for the album – people as well as places – and described in its notes are visited in the central section of the novel, making for an unusual, perhaps unique, background to a well constructed and effectively told tale. 
This background is perhaps subject to a slight chronological slippage, given that the album with its many authentic details of a vanished way of life dates from the early 1940s, while the two main characters encounter each other about twenty years later, at a time when the region was a bone of contention between India and Pakistan post-partition, not to mention China muscling in. For one thing, it is doubtful whether travel to and within it would have been quite as easy for Brits as it appears here, if indeed it was possible at all.(Politics as such are largely absent, although there is obviously an awareness of imperialist attitudes, culture clashes and other social issues.)  Such pedantic caveats aside, it’s a good read, and an impressive and original first novel,
Related SmothPubs pamphlet: Himalayan Encounters: Ladakh 1944. (Notes on a ‘Trip’ from Srinagar to Khalatse) by Kenneth Behrens.(2011). 20pp. £1.50: pdf here.


UPDATE (June 2017)
A new pdf of the pamphlet with the images is now available