What I’m reading: Thrones, Dominations

When I began this blog, I planned to post regularly about my reading. I currently keep track over on Library Thing, but the format isn’t always conducive to my extended rambling. Summer (vacation, work drama, house guests) got in the way of my reading and writing, so I postponed beginning this phase of the blog. So… here we go!

Yesterday was a ridiculously lazy Saturday: I got up late and went straight for the book pile. I read Life of Pi, about which, although enjoyed immensely, I currently have no comment. Then I thought I’d finish the day (told you it was a lazy day) with a little Dorothy Sayers. I love Dorothy Sayers.

I’ve had Thrones, Dominations for ages. and I think I’ve read it before, but it’s been a long time and I don’t really recall it. Clearly,  it made a huge impression on me. The read, or re-read, on the whole, was good.

I was slightly concerned about a contemporary author “finishing” a novel that Dorothy Sayers abandoned some 80 years ago. That always seems such a problematic proposition: not only is the contemporary author supposed write “like” some one else, but also in the voice of another time. The result is often unintentionally and unwelcomely comic. Also, I’m rather a rabid Sayers fan, and was concerned that the characters I so love would be reduced to caricatures. It was a justified fear, Lord Peter seems a little more nervy than I remember from the “real” books, but Harriet seemed, on the whole, correct. (Of course, Sayers was always better at drawing Wimsey than Harriet, so the change would be more apparent in him.)

The mutterings about Germany I found rather annoyingly prescient. Had the book actually been completed in 1936 or whenever, then it would be an interesting point of research. Since it was completed in 1996, all the dialogic rumblings about fears of the German government seem a little bit like saying that you knew it all along, way after the event. Of course, the book is set in 1936, Hitler occupied the Rhineland in 1936- to ignore the events completely, given that Peter is supposed to be so closely connected to the Foreign Office, might also be read as false, but I thought the painting of the political climate a little heavy-handed.

Of course, I didn’t read it for the political climate, even as interesting of a climate as that of England in 1936–I read it for the Peter Wimsey/Harriet Vane story. If you haven’t read these books, move them up on your TBR pile. Start with Strong Poison, Harriet Vane is introduced in that one. Peter and Harriet are my favorite literary couple, bar none. That is insanely high praise.

They are so appealing because they are so intensely aware of the other’s self-hood. I love the portrayal of an intelligent woman actually considering the drawbacks of marriage to a wealthy man. The drain on her time, on her career, on her individuality, on her private time… she actually considers these (over multiple books!) at length. She respects her own mind, and doesn’t want to tie it, or herself, to a relationship that would keep her from fully developing. The only similarly, well, anxiously aware relationship that I can think of in literature is that of Ash and LaMotte in A.S. Byatt’s Possession, another of my favorite and frequently re-read books.

So many books–actually, almost all books– show marriage as the ultimate (both in finality and scope) prize for women. This is why there is no tradition of a female quest or bildungsroman- the only possible acceptable end for a woman’s story is safely wedded and bedded, buried in the bed-sheets of a crypt-like berth.  If the female develops too much  individuality or character (the development of the character is what  drives the action in both of those types of books), she won’t be able to adequately fit into (disappear into) her husband’s world.

This is why I love these books. These actually show the struggle–that there is a possibility of loving someone, even a  good, non-abusive, understanding, intelligent someone, but fearing that a relationship will take away something integral to self. That the much-discussed “compromise” necessary to  any relationship might be about something more important than dinner plans. Of course, I’m as glad as anyone when Harriet finally says yes in Gaudy Night, but I love that Sayers addresses the problem of self-hood and relationships so centrally in her “couple” books.

This began as a review of Thrones, Dominations, and turned into something completely different. Thrones, Dominations occurs a few months after the marriage. A beautiful society woman is found dead by her devastated husband, both Lord Peter and Harriet knew the couple, so Peter starts asking questions.  Sayers is always a little heavy on the outside narrators–the first 30 pgs Busman’s Honeymoon is told through letters circulating through Society just before and after the wedding–but Thrones, Dominations uses that device more than her other books. Primarily we are given access to the dead wife’s boudoir, and limited entre into her mind and that of her husband. Their relationship, which is famously romantic, very passionate , but a little strained on the day-to-day communication part, is shown as the relief for the idealized relationship of Peter and Harriet, which is much more restrained in public, but presented as equally passionate, but with the necessary fillip of affection and friendship. The investigation into the relationship (because, of course, if a wife dies you must investigate the husband… thanks, Law and Order, you’ve taught us well) is really rather an interesting look into the concepts of jealousy and guilt, how much a situation is created by how it is read, and, of course, the ideas of individuality and couple-hood.

After I wrote the preceding comments about the multiplicity of narrators in Dorothy Sayers, I read a bit in the fascinating
Conundrums for the Long Weekend, England, Dorothy L. Sayers, and Lord Peter Wimsey. In the introduction, the authors discuss the beginnings of modernity in conjunction with the end of The Great War–apparently Sayers’ use of the many narrators is her nod to the explosion of the unified self which was being explored by modernist writers such as Joyce and Woolf. By giving us a multiplicity of viewpoints, through letters most obviously, but also through shifting dialogue, she nods to the modernist writers, but by keeping it accessible (no stream of consciousness and the narrator is generally identifiable) she keeps her middle class audience happy.

I love this! This is why I study- nothing is better than getting a bit of really foundational insight into your favorite books. Well, nothing other than a mojito.

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