{"id":7483,"date":"2012-06-01T12:16:28","date_gmt":"2012-06-01T16:16:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/?p=7483"},"modified":"2016-07-18T18:16:32","modified_gmt":"2016-07-18T22:16:32","slug":"jane-gardam-crusoes-daughter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2012\/06\/01\/jane-gardam-crusoes-daughter\/","title":{"rendered":"Jane Gardam: <em>Crusoe&#8217;s Daughter<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre><span style=\"color: #003366;\"><strong><em>Crusoe's Daughter<\/em><\/strong><\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">by Jane Gardam (1985)<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">Europa Editions (2012)<\/span>\r\n<span style=\"color: #808080;\">265 pp<\/span><\/pre>\n<p>I read Jane Gardam&#8217;s <em>Old Filth<\/em>\u00a0before I started this blog, and it occurs to me now that,\u00a0since starting this blog, I don&#8217;t know if I&#8217;ve seen anyone else reading her. This surprises me, because Gardam\u00a0is phenomenal, at once tender and biting. I was very happy when I saw that Europa Editions was bringing back to print Gardam&#8217;s own favorite novel (according to her new introduction, &#8220;by far the favourite of all my books&#8221;), <em>Crusoe&#8217;s Daughter<\/em>. Boy, this is a lovely book, perfect for a long summer day when you&#8217;re looking to\u00a0brush against\u00a0loneliness.<\/p>\n<p><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"7484\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2012\/06\/01\/jane-gardam-crusoes-daughter\/crusoes-daughter\/\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Crusoes-Daughter.jpg?fit=340%2C530&amp;ssl=1\" data-orig-size=\"340,530\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"Crusoe&amp;#8217;s-Daughter\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;Review copy courtesy of Europa Editions.&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Crusoes-Daughter.jpg?fit=340%2C530&amp;ssl=1\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-7484 size-full\" title=\"Crusoe's-Daughter\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Crusoes-Daughter.jpg?resize=340%2C530\" width=\"340\" height=\"530\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Crusoes-Daughter.jpg?w=340&amp;ssl=1 340w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Crusoes-Daughter.jpg?resize=192%2C300&amp;ssl=1 192w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 340px) 100vw, 340px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Our narrator is an old woman named Polly Flint. She&#8217;s lived out most of her life and we benefit from her reflection, which\u00a0has a purpose: &#8220;Bringing the years to an end as a tale that is told.&#8221; This is a book about a life and a book about narrative, and it succeeded beyond my expectations in both regards. In fact, each level is complementary to the other; the sum is greater than its parts.<\/p>\n<p>The book\u00a0takes us back to\u00a01904, when six-year-old Polly Flint is delivered by her\u00a0sea-faring father to her two aunts. They live at Oversands,\u00a0the yellow house on\u00a0a sand-marsh in Yorkshire. Her mother died years before, and her father, unbeknownst to anyone, has two months until his own death at sea, effectively leaving Polly stranded. It&#8217;s to Gardam&#8217;s credit that the sense of being stranded is mixed in with the genuine love and affection Polly feels toward her new life and her two aunts. Emotion, and its many layers, is handled well throughout.<\/p>\n<p>On one level, this is a book about a woman&#8217;s life in England throughout the twentieth-century; abandonment and loneliness,\u00a0introduced in the first pages when Polly&#8217;s father dies,\u00a0flare up all the time, even amidst joy. In fact, maybe it&#8217;s the loneliness that makes any joy feel\u00a0more pronounced, though Gardam\u00a0never flirts with sentimentality. On the narrative level, then, it&#8217;s\u00a0the compassionate story-telling, the subtlety of the emotions, and, perhaps particularly, the wry humor that make this book a pleasure as we move with this stranded soul through the century and its atrocities.<\/p>\n<p>And the humor comes often. One of my favorite passage occurs early on when\u00a0Polly explains that\u00a0even as a young girl\u00a0she didn&#8217;t feel any need to follow her aunts&#8217; religious devotion. They are indignant when she rebels (as someone explains to Polly, what else do they have, these two old maids?). Still, despite her affection for them, Polly cannot bring herself to be confirmed.\u00a0It may have all started when she was young and misunderstood what &#8220;suffer the little children&#8221; meant:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">For perhaps five or six years &#8212; perhaps many more &#8212; I thought that &#8216;suffer the little children&#8217; meant that Jesus had been all for measles and mumps, and this made me thoughtful. In spite of all the care and generosity and approbation and the lovely security that breathed everywhere in the compelling yellow house, I became wary of God there. Oh very wary, indeed.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Maybe I&#8217;m the only one who finds that humorous. Most often, humor comes with the characterizations. A bit later in the book, Polly moves in\u00a0with the Thwaite\u00a0family for a time. Many artists find refuge with the Thwaites, the Lady being a great patron of the arts,\u00a0but, where\u00a0Polly hopes to experience invigorating\u00a0conversations about art, she instead finds a bunch of pretentious imbeciles &#8212; and it&#8217;s a lot of fun! Yes, a lot of fun, even while we see its effects further isolating Polly.<\/p>\n<p>Sadly (but in a good way) the book is not all humor. Polly is denied most things in which humanity conventionally installs value (reminding me, somewhat, of\u00a0Alice James (my thoughts Jeane Strouse&#8217;s magnificent biography of Alice\u00a0James\u00a0<a title=\"Mookse Review of Alice James: A Biography\" href=\"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2012\/02\/24\/jean-strouse-alice-james-a-biography\/\">here<\/a>)). Besides that, there&#8217;s a string of deaths that threaten to obliterate <em>Crusoe&#8217;s Daughter<\/em> itself as we wonder just how much this narrative can take before capsizing. But the narrative overcomes.<\/p>\n<p>In fact, it&#8217;s the book&#8217;s examination of narrative itself that I found most compelling, and it certainly strengthens the story.\u00a0Here we have a girl whose earliest memories are of staring at the row of books in Oversands. As we can glean from the title, one book had a particular influence on Polly: <em>Robinson Crusoe<\/em>. When Polly feels abandoned in real life, it&#8217;s with Crusoe she finds companionship, and not really just as a literary friend. It becomes a conscious choice when she is twenty and\u00a0her childhood crush, Theo,\u00a0leaves.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Monumental, godlike Crusoe. Monumentally and deistically taking control of his emotions. And I, Polly Flint, after the knowledge of my loss, set out to be the same. Theo&#8217;s face and being and presence at her shoulders, Polly Flint blots out, and lets the noble and unfailing face and being and presence of Crusoe become her devotion and her joy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Crusoe is her idol and her king.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Crusoe&#8217;s mastery of circumstances.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Crusoe, Polly Flint&#8217;s father and her mother.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Polly looks back on this time and her elderly perspective kicks in, still a bit in shock:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">Sitting in the yellow house with nothing in the world to do. Polly Flint. Twenty years old. Might there be time?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #003366;\">I became very odd. Oh, really quite odd then.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>By the end of <em>Crusoe&#8217;s Daughter<\/em>, the narrative, which has been flirting with <em>Robinson Crusoe<\/em> from the beginning,\u00a0merges with that early novel. It is less clear whether Polly herself has ever achieved the virtues she instills in Crusoe himself. Certainly, both are stranded, abandoned, lonely, and both step back from the situation to get some perspective and control, but while Crusoe could manipulate his environment to overcome some of his problems, Polly can only\u00a0change herself.<\/p>\n<p>Really, a sublime book. Let&#8217;s stop being silent about Jane Gardam.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Trevor reviews Jane Gardam&#8217;s <em>Crusoe&#8217;s Daughter<\/em>. <a href=\"http:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/2012\/06\/01\/jane-gardam-crusoes-daughter\/\"><u>Read the full post<\/u><\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":7484,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"libsyn-item-id":0,"libsyn-show-id":0,"libsyn-post-error":"","libsyn-post-error_post-type":"","libsyn-post-error_post-permissions":"","libsyn-post-error_api":"","playlist-podcast-url":"","libsyn-episode-thumbnail":"","libsyn-episode-widescreen_image":"","libsyn-episode-blog_image":"","libsyn-episode-background_image":"","libsyn-post-episode-category-selection":"","libsyn-post-episode-player_use_thumbnail":"","libsyn-post-episode-player_use_theme":"","libsyn-post-episode-player_height":"","libsyn-post-episode-player_width":"","libsyn-post-episode-player_placement":"","libsyn-post-episode-player_use_download_link":"","libsyn-post-episode-player_use_download_link_text":"","libsyn-post-episode-player_custom_color":"","libsyn-post-episode-itunes-explicit":"","libsyn-post-episode":"","libsyn-post-episode-update-id3":"","libsyn-post-episode-release-date":"","libsyn-post-episode-simple-download":"","libsyn-release-date":"","libsyn-post-update-release-date":"","libsyn-is_draft":"","libsyn-new-media-media":"","libsyn-post-episode-subtitle":"","libsyn-new-media-image":"","libsyn-post-episode-keywords":"","libsyn-post-itunes":"","libsyn-post-episode-itunes-episode-number":"","libsyn-post-episode-itunes-season-number":"","libsyn-post-episode-itunes-episode-type":"","libsyn-post-episode-itunes-episode-title":"","libsyn-post-episode-itunes-episode-author":"","libsyn-destination-releases":"","libsyn-post-episode-advanced-destination-form-data":"","libsyn-post-episode-advanced-destination-form-data-enabled":"","libsyn-post-episode-advanced-destination-form-data-input-enabled":false,"libsyn-post-episode-premium_state":"","libsyn-episode-shortcode":"","libsyn-episode-embedurl":"","_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[800,333],"tags":[878,921,991],"coauthors":[505],"class_list":["post-7483","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-book-reviews","category-jane-gardam","tag-1980s","tag-921","tag-europa-editions"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/Crusoes-Daughter.jpg?fit=340%2C530&ssl=1","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pqqvZ-1WH","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":false,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7483","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7483"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7483\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19448,"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7483\/revisions\/19448"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/7484"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7483"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7483"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7483"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mookseandgripes.com\/reviews\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/coauthors?post=7483"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}