9 January 2019

Miss Buncle's Book by D E Stevenson

My plan to read for hours on end during the Christmas holiday didn`t quite pan out; it never does.  But the trade-off is time spent with friends, spontaneous walks with Kip along scenic paths, shopping for new wines and cheeses to try, and trips to the cinema without a care about the day of the week or even the time of day.  I challenged myself to bake a proper Tarte au Citron for Christmas Eve dinner with friends, any excuse to use my shiny new tart pan.  The part of the recipe that requires you to remove the tart from the oven while there's still a slight wobble to the filling reminded me of Julian Barnes's book The Pedant in the Kitchen.  In it, he makes a very valid point in questioning the vagueness of terms in some recipes.    In my case, just how many ripples of wobble translate into 'slight'?  After severely scrutinizing wobbles at several intervals during its bake, the tart was fabulous.

Miss Buncle's Book was pulled from my shelves because it's known as a first-rate cosy read.  The nightly news can barely squeeze in all the negativity and as of this week I have yet another schedule change at work.  I was looking for a read that would feel like a warm bath and wasn't disappointed.  How could you be with the title of 'Breakfast Rolls' for the first chapter?

  'In the village of Silverstream (which lay further down the valley) the bakery woke up first, for there were the breakfast rolls to be made and baked.  Mrs Goldsmith saw to the details of the bakery herself and prided herself upon the punctuality of her deliveries.'

The village of Silverstream runs like clockwork.  There's a doctor with a young family, a vicar with a large bank account, a busybody and her long-suffering husband, spinsters, bachelors, a lesbian couple, and a retired Colonel, to name a few.  At the centre of it all is Miss Barbara Buncle of Tanglewood Cottage and her loyal housemaid, Dorcas.

A decrease in her dividends during the early 1930s turns Miss Buncle's focus to ways of earning more money.  After ruling out hens or paying guests, Barbara begins writing a novel set in a village under a pen name.  Mr Abbott from the publishing company of ABBOT T & SPICER, eagerly awaits the arrival of this intriguing new author to his London office.  The manuscript of Chronicles of an English Village kept him riveted through the night.  The cigars are laid out, but instead of the anticipated arrival of John Smith, it is a somewhat dowdy woman of middle-age in a forlorn hat.

Instantly beguiling her London publisher, Miss Buncle discusses her reasons for writing the book and runs through its characters.  Mr Abbott is beside himself when he realizes that the citizens of Copperfield and their quirky behaviours are indeed real people.  And I smiled to think of D E Stevenson and the glee she must have taken while writing....

  'Mr Abbott chuckled.  This was a new kind of author.  Of course they all wanted money, everybody did.  Johnson's dictum that nobody but a donkey wrote for anything except money was as true today as it had ever been and always would be, but how few authors owned to the fact so simply?  They either told you that something stronger than themselves compelled them to write, or else that they felt they had a message to give the world.'

Although, despite her father's refusal to provide further education lest she become a Bluestocking, D E Stevenson became an incredibly prolific writer.  In my humble opinion there was at least some level of compulsion with the author when it came to putting pen to paper.  I digress.....

Miss Buncle's Book is packed with moments of mirth, such as Mrs Featherstone Hogg seething with rage at the depiction of herself in Disturber of the Peace, the book's new titleShe buys up an armful of copies so everyone can see for themselves the spiteful light that has been cast by an evil member of their community, not realizing she is contributing to royalties.  Not only that, but going on about 'the wickedness' only serves to pique the interest of the most irregular of readers.

Second to the incandescent frothing of Mrs Featherstone Hogg, I delighted in the antics of Vivan Greensleeves.  She is the sort of woman whose mind ventures to marriage as a means of paying for her rent, dresses and stockings.  In the meantime, Mr Hathaway (the wealthy vicar) is putting into action a plan to live as frugally as possible by giving his savings away.  Oh Vivian....you should have taken a page out of Miss Buncle's book (sorry!) and sought to earn your own money.

This is a charming story that will soothe and amuse, but there's a deeper layer to contemplate.  How do we perceive those around us and how willing are we to accept the scrutiny of others?  I'm quite sure my colleagues think I change into a dressing gown made of fabric from Liberty the very minute I get home.  And that meals are one long cream tea while watching the BBC when I'm not reading English novels.  The reality is, there's no Liberty robe, just dog clothes, but I happily embrace their affectionate jibes.

If you have Miss Buncle's Book on your shelves, reach for it.  I can't think of a better balm against Trump, trade wars and Brexit.

Stella Mary Burdett by Harold Harvey

13 comments:

  1. I completely agree about Miss Buncle's Book (and the like) being a respite from the dire news that surrounds us. I read an awful lot of middlebrow fiction in 2018 and I suspect I will read a lot more this year. Miss Buncle is a favorite though! I liked the first of the sequels as well but as the series went on I was less enthusiastic. But it is by far one of my favorite Persephone books.

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    1. Glad to read that you enjoyed the next book, Karen! I own a copy and as soon as a decent length of time has gone (huge fan of delayed gratification) I can't wait to see how marriage and Barbara get on.

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  3. My Christmas reading went exactly the same way. I have had mixed results with D E Stevenson's books but I do have an unread copy od this one and your instructions are noted!

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    1. Go for it, Jane! By the time I finished the last page I wondered why it took me so long to pull it from the shelf. This really is a good time for a gloriously charming and fun story.

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  4. One of my favourites! But it is difficult to choose between the DES books, I think I like them all.

    " I can't think of a better balm against Trump, trade wars and Brexit."

    Anthony Trollope's "The Way we Live Now" is a good one to read at the present juncture... It made me laugh aloud - at home, alone!

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    1. I've never read an Anthony Trollope book but I know which one to start with now! And you made me laugh, Toffeeapple....off to see if the library stocks a copy.

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  5. What a nice review. I find pretty much any DES read to be a balm, thank heavens, though some more so than others. Miss Buncle's Book is right at the top.

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    1. I know you've long been a massive fan, Susan. This certainly was a case of 'perfect book, perfect time'. Have a lovely day!

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  6. I love a lemon tart! Haven't read this, but I'm interested in Persephone again after a bit of a slump so may well treat myself.

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    1. Always a nice reminder of summer...and I've already made another tart since Christmas. My recipe came from Will Torrent's book 'Patisserie at Home' if you want to try a very good recipe, Nicola!
      Persephone and wintertime reading make an excellent pairing....

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  7. I love this one too! Am I right in remembering that although described as middle-aged, Miss Buncle wound up being relatively young? Probably the first time I read this, I was a teen and it did not make any impression, but I reread several years ago when I am (ouch) middle-aged myself so I think I was more aware of the heroine's transformation.

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    1. You most definitely are right, Constance. I want to say she was around the 40 mark, which is nowhere close to a walking stick and seniors' discount, is it? I'm in my 50s and love that my 85 year old neighbour calls me 'kid'. Perspective is everything!

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