With thanks to the British Library for my copy.
Some books are easier to write about than others, even when they are very good books, this is the hill that I will die on.
Regular readers will knows I am quite the Rose Macaulay fan, so when this new edition of Keeping Up Appearances by Rose Macaulay arrived courtesy of the British Library I couldn’t wait to read it. I started it within a few days of it arriving, and wasn’t disappointed.
Rose Macaulay had a long and prolific writing career, her first novel was published in 1906, and from then until the mid-1950s she regularly published novels, poetry, and non-fiction. First published in 1928 Keeping Up Appearances was her sixteenth novel. It certainly deserves to be better known, and in this Rose Macaulay has written both a clever novel and one that it highly entertaining.
Rose Macaulay’s satirical wit is on fine display in this novel, it is a delightfully funny book. However, Macaulay always has something to say, and this 1928 novel has much that will resonate with readers in this twenty-first century social media crazed world. This is a novel about identity, and deceit – and especially how we appear to others. Written at a time when class was far more important, and apparent to people than perhaps it is now, Macaulay uses class (as she has done in other novels) as a way of driving her message home.
As the novel opens we are introduced to Daisy and Daphne – half sisters, who are on holiday in the Mediterranean. Daisy compares herself always with Daphne and finds herself wanting.
“Born of one father, but of two quite different mothers, Daphne and Daisy looked alike, though Daphne was the better looking, the more elegant, and five years the younger. But in disposition, outlook, manners, and ways of thought, they were very different, Daphne being the better equipped in facing the world, Daisy for reflecting on it, though even this she did not do well.”
They are in the company of the Folyot family, who are very highbrow people. Mr and Mrs Folyot, their adult son, zoologist Raymond and their two younger children. The Folyots spend their time doing good, important political work, generally involving the rescue and assistance of refugees and the publishing of leaflets.
Daphne is twenty-five, elegant, practical, brave, cool, and rather remote – her background is first class. Daisy on the other hand is thirty, born illegitimately her mother is of a lower class, warm and loving but rather garrulous she laces her tea with gin, and lives in East Sheen in a house called Thelka with her painter and decorator husband. Daisy feels the difference between these two worlds, seeing them from the inside – she was educated well, and lived with her father’s sister while at school, so she speaks differently to her mother and Macaulay uses language cleverly to show the differences between the world Daisy wants to inhabit and the East Sheen world where her much loved mother lives. Daisy is also a popular novelist and journalist, churning out silly articles, that were very much in vogue in the 1920s – with titles such as Should Clever Women Marry Stupid Men? Yet despite her success and the need to make a living, Daisy is rather ashamed of her profession.
“Mother’s clever girl, earning her living by writing for the London papers, writing such bright, clever pieces, that people always liked to read. One of those vulgar little journalists who write popular feminine chit-chat in that kind of paper that caters for mob taste. Oh, what matter? She was either, according to her environment.”
Daisy looks to Daphne and wants the world to see her in the way they see Daphne – and she especially wants Raymond to look at her in the way he looks at Daphne – but she doesn’t think he could possibly do so. Daisy recognises herself to be a snob – and she is ashamed of that too – and when she passes her mother off as her old nanny – to the bright young things who live upstairs – she knows she has done a horrible, hurtful thing. Mrs Arthur, Daisy’s mother is clearly one of the nicest characters in the book, and even Daisy can see, how blessed her mother is, in the life she has with her husband in East Sheen.
“Before Daisy’s eyes all the love of the world suddenly sprang up, a soaring edifice, with pinnacles and impregnable towers. Psyche and Eros, Alcestis and Admetus, Paolo and Francesca, Anthony and Cleopatra, Jacob and Rachel, Mr and Mrs Robert Browning, Mr and Mrs Arthur – all the fervent and constant lovers of history cried aloud that love was immortal. Those other lovers, as fervent, doubtless, but less constant, who cried that it was not, were shouted down by this cloud of witnesses. The sad and frail mortality of love was triumphantly, in the sitting room of Thelka, denied.”
What Rose Macaulay does so well is to show us, how we see ourselves and how we want to appear to others – but also how we actually appear to others. The Folyot family are particularly interesting, there they are, impressively highbrow, politically aware and doing good for all sorts of people from around the world, and yet how we the reader see them, and how Daisy sees them – is quite different. Again, Macaulay shows us that she has a very astute observer’s eye for the society in which she lived.
In a world obsessed with appearances not to mention the various merits and pitfalls of social media – Macaulay’s exploration of identity and how we see ourselves and others resonates still.