I’m sitting here wondering – where on earth do I start. Nights at the Circus is a riotous, exuberant novel. Bawdy, literary and fantastically imagined, it almost defies description. There were moments when I was held utterly enthralled, and others when I thought – “what on earth?” Overall, I loved it, though not quite as much as The Magic Toyshop and Wise Children.
Angela Carter introduces to a colourful, late nineteenth century world that is amazing, implausible and filled with stories.
Sophie Fevvers (generally called just Fevvers) is a larger than life Cockney aerialiste, the star of Colonel Kearney’s circus, her fame has spread across the world. For Fevvers is part woman, – an impressively bosomed blonde, standing over six-foot-high – and part swan with an impressive wing span. It is 1899, and in her dressing room at the Alhambra Music Hall theatre in London, Fevvers entertains Jack Walser; an American journalist, who has arrived in London to interview Fevvers. Is Fevvers really part woman, part swan, or is she a fake? Jack is determined to discover the truth about who Fevvers is.
“At close quarters, it must be said that she looked more like a dray mare than an angel. At six feet two in her stockings, she would have to give Walser a couple of inches in order to match him and, though they she was ‘divinely tall,’ there was, off-stage, not much of the divine about her unless there were gin palaces in heaven where she might preside behind the bar. Her face, broad and oval as a meat dish, had been thrown on a common wheel out of coarse clay; nothing subtle about her appeal, which was just as well if she were to function as the democratically elected divinity of the imminent century of the common man.”
The first part of the novel – definitely my favourite section – is Fevvers long raucous account of her life up to that point. In the midst of chaotically strewn costumes, empty champagne bottles and greasepaint Fevvers delights in holding court. Alongside Fevvers in her dressing room that night is Lizzie, a tiny, rough diamond of a little woman, a former prostitute, who has been with Fevvers since babyhood. Every now and then Lizzie cuts in with a story or two of her own, but in essence this first one hundred pages or so is Fevvers story – and alongside it we have the stories of numerous other colourful fantastic creations. These include Ma Nelson, the madam of a brothel, Madame Schreck the owner of a freak show, Toussint her servant born without a mouth and the various inhabitants of these establishments that include a sleeping beauty.
“She sleeps. And now she wakes each day a little less. And, each day, takes less and less nourishment, as if grudging the least moment of wakefulness, for, from the movement under her eyelids, and the somnolent gestures of her hands and feet, it seems as if her dreams grow more urgent and intense, as if the life she lives in the closed world of dreams is now about to possess her utterly, as if her small, increasingly reluctant wakenings were an interpretation of some more vital existence, so she is loath to spend even those necessary moments of wakefulness with us, wakings strange as her sleepings. Her marvellous fate – a sleep more lifelike than the living, a dream which consumes the world.
‘And, sir,’ concluded Fevvers, in a voice that now took on the sombre, majestic tones of a great organ, ‘we do believe . . . her dream will be the coming century.
‘And, oh, God . . . how frequently she weeps!”
Fevvers shows him (and us) her incredible wings – recounts the story of their emergence and how she learned how to use them, it is a story of extraordinary aerodynamics touched with just a little magic. Big Ben strikes, and time seems to stand still, as Jack is drawn deeper into the stories of Fevvers – who never shies away from discussing, quite frankly, the seedier side of life. Belching, farting and directing Jack to just use the chamber pot behind the screen in her room, she is utterly irrepressible – and Jack is completely floored by her.
As the long night of revelations and fabulous stories end, Jack follows Fevvers and Lizzie out into the London streets, and as Jack walks back to his lodgings he knows he can’t just leave it there. So, Jack arranges to run away with the Circus and follows Fevvers, Lizzie and the rest of Colonel Kearney’s fantastic troupe to St. Petersburg – and then, on to Siberia.
Now, we get to meet the rest of the circus, and what a fantastic bunch they are! There is sibyl – Colonel Kearney’s pet pig, intelligent clairvoyant, the Colonel often asks her for advice. A troupe of chimpanzees headed up by The Professor – who make a bid for freedom. Tiger tamer, Princess of Abyssinia, the strong man, an abusive monkey trainer – whose cowed wife Mignon frees herself from him, transformed in time into a beautiful singer and who falls in love with the Princess. Buffo, the leader of the clowns – who Jack joins in his bid to follow Fevvers wherever she may go. From St Petersburg the Circus travels toward Japan via Siberia, where in the frozen, snowy wastes the Colonel’s circus encounter adventure, abductors, female murderers and Russian fur traders.
It is testament to Angela Carter’s skill as a storyteller that all these characters work so well. Not everything is quite as it seems, neither us nor Jack is ever really sure what is real and what mere illusion. Fevvers, real or fake – is an extraordinary lovable survivor – and the reader just wills her to be happy.
“We must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity.”
I read Nights at the Circus quite quickly speeding through it in three or four days, it is hard to put down, though for me the middle section sagged a bit – and I longed to be back in Fevvers’ dressing room. Though the story picks up pace again as we find ourselves in Siberia. Nights at the Circus might not work so well had it been written by a lesser writer, but in Angela Carter’s hands it is an exuberant, romp of memorable characters and impossible things.
Great review, Ali. I read this novel and few years ago and my response to it was fairly similar to yours. The first section was my favourite too – such a dazzling piece of writing, full of verve and brio. It was the final section that really threw me – I just got lost in the wilderness towards the end…
I didn’t mind the final section, I felt the middle section sagged quite a bit.
Fevvers is an unforgettable character isn’t she. I’ve often wondered what Angela Carter would have gone on to write had she not died so young.
Oh yes absolutely, sad that we shall never know.
Thanks for the review. This sounds fun.
It’s such an entertaining, imaginative novel.
Lovely review Ali. I nearly picked up a Carter recently but got distracted by Margaret Atwood – but I must get back to it!
I still have the huge(ish) biography of Angela Carter in hardback to read too. Not sure which of her novels I should go for next.
I’ve never tried an Angela Carter but I’m intrigued…
My first experience of her was The Bloody Chamber stories several years ago. They were a good introduction to her work. The Magic Toyshop was the first of her novels I read and I loved every word.
I love this book, though I agree with you that the first section is the best.
Yes, that section obviously popular with many readers.
When I get to this one, I will be expecting to adore the first section, then, which might mean that the middle and conclusion end up being just fne for me, as those of you who loved the first one so much might well have been hoping for moremoremore of that. I’ve read three of hers (incuding The Bloody Chamber – bloody good) but can never rememeber which one other than The Magic Toyshop. Which one do you think you might read next, or perhaps that bio you’ve mentioned?
I don’t know what will be next perhaps more short stories. Though maybe I will read the bio before anything else.
It’s years and years since I read this, and I remember adoring it, but as I remember the beginning and the end but have forgotten the middle I suspect my feelings will chime with yours when I find time for a re-read.
Yes I can see how the middle section might not be quite as memorable.
I remember loving this too, having read it a good few years ago now. I can’t work out whether I should re-read more of hers before plunging into the biography or to just go for it and be inspired to re-read afterwards.
I suspect I will just go for the biography next – don’t know when though.
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