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blankgarden's review against another edition
3.0
3,5 stars. My review: https://theblankgarden.com/2014/01/28/she-was-sad-to-the-verge-of-tears-and-yet-the-sorrow-was-rich-a-suffocating-joy/
blankgarden's review
3.0
3,5 stars. My review: https://theblankgarden.com/2014/01/28/she-was-sad-to-the-verge-of-tears-and-yet-the-sorrow-was-rich-a-suffocating-joy/
ahsimlibrarian's review
3.0
“Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul/When hot for certainties in this our life!”–George Meredith
My father-in-law introduced me to Rosamond Lehmann. He sent me a copy of “The Heart of Me,” a film starring Paul Bettany, Olivia Williams and Helena Bonham Carter, a film based on Lehmann’s novel The Echoing Grove. Rosamond Lehmann was a British, 20th-century author who wrote incisively about women’s interior lives. Her writing is deft, accomplished, and, at times, a little melodramatic. Her characters live life large, their emotions strong and formidable, and they dream and love big even as reality thwarts and sometimes destroys them.
Lehmann’s first novel, Dusty Answer , published in 1927, delves into a young woman’s life and mind in an emotional coming-of-age story. It also explores the then taboo theme of homosexuality.
Judith Earle grows up in rural England with mostly indifferent parents who homeschool her. In the house next door, a group of cousins comes periodically to stay with their grandmother. The Fyfe children, Roddy, Julian, Charles, Martin and Mariella, absorb and enchant Judith’s life and daydreams, unbeknownst to them. The passages in the beginning of the novel float in a realm of memory and obsession:
She saw it all with the quivering overclear sense of exhaustion. It was too much. Roddy’s pale pace was all at once significant, even Charlie, floated away while she looked at him and loved him. And as she looked she saw the deep light falling on him and he seemed mingled with the whole mysterious goldenness of the evening, to be part of it; and she felt herself lost with him in a sudden dark poignant intimacy and merging,–a lifting flood, all come and gone in a timeless moment.
Judith idealizes the Fyfes, and it is this dance of knowing they do not reciprocate (until they do) and that she must hide it from them that makes and unmakes her. Judith is not a terribly likeable young woman at times, but Lehmann takes you into her mind and into her inexhaustible well of feelings and impressions and you cannot help but understand and empathize with her. When Judith goes to college and falls in with the magnetic Jennifer and is carried away into a friendship/affair with her, she almost escapes the mysterious, brooding Fyfes. But even Jennifer, who eventually leaves Judith for a more open lesbian affair (the lesbian themes are quite tame and veiled for today’s readers), cannot curb Judith’s love for the elusive Roddy.
Virago Press has been reprinting many of Rosamond Lehmann’s books, as well as other books by women writers that might otherwise be forgotten. I own the Virago edition of The Echoing Grove, but my copy of Dusty Answer was an on Harvest/Harcourt copy whose glue was so brittle the entire book cracked apart as I read it. I taped the spine so I could keep reading it on the bus.
I can’t say I loved this book, but I appreciated aspects of it. But what I find fascinating in today’s world, where reading blogs and social networking sites abound, is that now you can read an out of print or semi-obscure book and find others in far flung places who are reading the very same things. I was delighted to find this blog, where I found my reading itinerary was taking some similar twists and turns.
It says something about this generation of readers that we can take Christopher Morley’s mantra, “Read, every day, something no one else is reading,” and then find other readers who are doing the same. Does this defeat the purpose, or take away the mystery of wondering who else out there might be discovering a book or author? Perhaps. But it also means that book discussions can happen in new and fascinating ways. Call it book groups without boundaries.
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My father-in-law introduced me to Rosamond Lehmann. He sent me a copy of “The Heart of Me,” a film starring Paul Bettany, Olivia Williams and Helena Bonham Carter, a film based on Lehmann’s novel The Echoing Grove. Rosamond Lehmann was a British, 20th-century author who wrote incisively about women’s interior lives. Her writing is deft, accomplished, and, at times, a little melodramatic. Her characters live life large, their emotions strong and formidable, and they dream and love big even as reality thwarts and sometimes destroys them.
Lehmann’s first novel, Dusty Answer , published in 1927, delves into a young woman’s life and mind in an emotional coming-of-age story. It also explores the then taboo theme of homosexuality.
Judith Earle grows up in rural England with mostly indifferent parents who homeschool her. In the house next door, a group of cousins comes periodically to stay with their grandmother. The Fyfe children, Roddy, Julian, Charles, Martin and Mariella, absorb and enchant Judith’s life and daydreams, unbeknownst to them. The passages in the beginning of the novel float in a realm of memory and obsession:
She saw it all with the quivering overclear sense of exhaustion. It was too much. Roddy’s pale pace was all at once significant, even Charlie, floated away while she looked at him and loved him. And as she looked she saw the deep light falling on him and he seemed mingled with the whole mysterious goldenness of the evening, to be part of it; and she felt herself lost with him in a sudden dark poignant intimacy and merging,–a lifting flood, all come and gone in a timeless moment.
Judith idealizes the Fyfes, and it is this dance of knowing they do not reciprocate (until they do) and that she must hide it from them that makes and unmakes her. Judith is not a terribly likeable young woman at times, but Lehmann takes you into her mind and into her inexhaustible well of feelings and impressions and you cannot help but understand and empathize with her. When Judith goes to college and falls in with the magnetic Jennifer and is carried away into a friendship/affair with her, she almost escapes the mysterious, brooding Fyfes. But even Jennifer, who eventually leaves Judith for a more open lesbian affair (the lesbian themes are quite tame and veiled for today’s readers), cannot curb Judith’s love for the elusive Roddy.
Virago Press has been reprinting many of Rosamond Lehmann’s books, as well as other books by women writers that might otherwise be forgotten. I own the Virago edition of The Echoing Grove, but my copy of Dusty Answer was an on Harvest/Harcourt copy whose glue was so brittle the entire book cracked apart as I read it. I taped the spine so I could keep reading it on the bus.
I can’t say I loved this book, but I appreciated aspects of it. But what I find fascinating in today’s world, where reading blogs and social networking sites abound, is that now you can read an out of print or semi-obscure book and find others in far flung places who are reading the very same things. I was delighted to find this blog, where I found my reading itinerary was taking some similar twists and turns.
It says something about this generation of readers that we can take Christopher Morley’s mantra, “Read, every day, something no one else is reading,” and then find other readers who are doing the same. Does this defeat the purpose, or take away the mystery of wondering who else out there might be discovering a book or author? Perhaps. But it also means that book discussions can happen in new and fascinating ways. Call it book groups without boundaries.
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aemsea26's review
4.0
At times, this book was dry (as dust)(ha!)(sorry), but I loved Judith. In the beginning of the book, she is quiet and awkward in most normal social situations, paralyzed by her own shyness and self-consciousness. She is then prone to reflect upon her social interactions with the Fyfes with soul crushing mortification and/or jubilant elation. Basically, me every day. As the story progresses, she spends time with her unintentionally hilarious mother, goes to Cambridge, forms some VERY close friendships, becomes slightly less inhibited, explores the vagaries of the human heart, etc. Inside she is still always FEELING, though she learns to put on an admirably cool front. I wanted to die/sob hysterically when I read the section about Roddy because: (1) it made me literally cringe with embarrassment but also (2) girl, we've all been there.
lnatal's review
3.0
From BBC Radio 4 - 15 Minute Drama:
Rosamund Lehmann's first novel Dusty Answer records the education of Judith Earle, the only child of an academic father and socialite mother. Judith grew up in the seclusion of a large riverside house in the Thames Valley. The house next door is occupied from time to time by the Fyfe family whose children - cousins Charlie, Roddy, Julian and Martin drift in and out of her life.
Rosamund Lehmann's first novel Dusty Answer records the education of Judith Earle, the only child of an academic father and socialite mother. Judith grew up in the seclusion of a large riverside house in the Thames Valley. The house next door is occupied from time to time by the Fyfe family whose children - cousins Charlie, Roddy, Julian and Martin drift in and out of her life.
brynhammond's review
4.0
I read a Rosamond Lehmann on advice years ago, loved it as a evocation of childhood and family life I partway identified with (I *never* say that), and have since missed it rather desperately while memory blurs on its title. I'm still not sure which it was. When I found out she'd written about a bisexual woman main I located it at once.
I like her style, which is not modernist in the way of Woolf, although she was 'intimate with the Bloomsburys'--indeed I gather Lehmann fell through a crack as neither modernist nor backwards-looking toward the Victorian novel, and that this didn't help her work remain in sight.
Why hadn't I heard of this one as an LGBT classic? To be honest I never dared read The Well of Loneliness, published the year after (1928), because of its self-hatey reputation (mostly thanks to Jack Halberstam's [b:Female Masculinity|75407|Female Masculinity|J. Jack Halberstam|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1388633844l/75407._SX50_.jpg|72943], I now think that rep exaggerated or misunderstood, and I'll try it). This presentation was not negative, although life as a lesbian in the society is seen to have mental health costs. It leaves somewhat to be desired, obviously, but I was happy--within my expectations of the time--with the bi/lesbian storyline. The main's relationship with a woman wasn't sidelined.
-- The het affairs? Oh, I didn't care, but the psychology of all is acute, and Lehmann is one of those writers I'll read for people-description. Also notable for landscape description, spliced closely enough with the mood of the story not to be redundant, original without being overegged. I look forward to slowly reading my way through her novels (and one day I'll happen upon the magic one I remember).
I like her style, which is not modernist in the way of Woolf, although she was 'intimate with the Bloomsburys'--indeed I gather Lehmann fell through a crack as neither modernist nor backwards-looking toward the Victorian novel, and that this didn't help her work remain in sight.
Why hadn't I heard of this one as an LGBT classic? To be honest I never dared read The Well of Loneliness, published the year after (1928), because of its self-hatey reputation (mostly thanks to Jack Halberstam's [b:Female Masculinity|75407|Female Masculinity|J. Jack Halberstam|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1388633844l/75407._SX50_.jpg|72943], I now think that rep exaggerated or misunderstood, and I'll try it). This presentation was not negative, although life as a lesbian in the society is seen to have mental health costs. It leaves somewhat to be desired, obviously, but I was happy--within my expectations of the time--with the bi/lesbian storyline. The main's relationship with a woman wasn't sidelined.
-- The het affairs? Oh, I didn't care, but the psychology of all is acute, and Lehmann is one of those writers I'll read for people-description. Also notable for landscape description, spliced closely enough with the mood of the story not to be redundant, original without being overegged. I look forward to slowly reading my way through her novels (and one day I'll happen upon the magic one I remember).
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