Jean Rhys. Life and Work.
by
Caroline Angier
; p. 1990 (Andre Deutsch)
; 762 p. (658 text, addit. notes, bibl.)
; Accomp./ Addit. read:
Smile
Please. An unfinished Autobiography.
(Jean Rhys)
; p. 1979 (Andre Deutsch) ; 179 p.
[ ; ...+ (Addit):
Jean Rhys, Letters 1931-1966 ; 313 p., fp. 1984 (Also by Andre Deutsch).]
; p. 1979 (Andre Deutsch) ; 179 p.
[ ; ...+ (Addit):
Jean Rhys, Letters 1931-1966 ; 313 p., fp. 1984 (Also by Andre Deutsch).]
;
Chesterton
(G.K.,
1874-1937.)
,
on his Autobiography
( p. 1937 ; of p. 145-6)
”
'Sacré
Florainé', muttered the Chevalier. He looked at a swedish couple at
the next table, at the bald american by the door, and at the hairy
Anglo-Saxon novelist in the corner, and thought that they were a
strange looking lot, and exceedingly depressing. (Quelles guegles
qu'ils ont, was how he put it.) The place was full, but he was
certainly the only French client. Then he felt a draught: someone had
come in and left the door open. He turned to scowl, and, as he did
so, the girl who had entered walked past him and sat down in the
chair opposite. She took possession of his table, as it were, without
looking at him and with only a slight gesture of apology. Evidently
another foreigner. But the presence of a youthful female was
soothing, and his ill humour vanished. She was a tall, blonde girl,
not beautiful, not pretty, not chic; nevertheless, there was
something. The Chevalier, who was used to labelling women accurately,
decided that she was of the species femme du
monde. Then he began to feel sure that she
was an artist, a painter, one of those young people who come to Paris
with the express purpose of making the fortunes of all the hotel and
restaurant proprietors of the quartier Montparnasse.
[…]
That lady observed him carefully with the eyes of an intelligent
monkey; she was thin, elegant and wore pearls, which, if real, were
certainly worth having, He spoke lengthly and fluently.
'Sorry
mon vieux,' she said when he had finished. 'Business is bad just now.
Besides one never sees you except you want money.'
'Then
it's no ?' he demanded.
'For
the moment, impossible.'
'Very
well, we won't speak of it.' ”
; ...from 'The Chevalier of the Place Blanche', a story
(...'much-adapted translation of one written by Edouard de Néve', ...acc. Jean Rhys.)
; ...from 'The Chevalier of the Place Blanche', a story
(...'much-adapted translation of one written by Edouard de Néve', ...acc. Jean Rhys.)
”Her novels work like poems,
evoking
enormously more than they actually say.”
(; Angier, of p. 198.)
(; Angier, of p. 198.)
[Recommendation(s) II / 2015]
; As I sometime earlier did mention, often been my intention from provide here some additional life-stories/biographies. Seems now, only accidentally I suppose, us having (yet) selected a few biographies of British author. Even that I recall, sometime earlier to had promised not provide any more recoms on those. ...Guess'll that this can go for some unavoidable exception. 'Briton fiction' most easily approachable (For someone w. limited language skills, such as mine.) And (these) were selected as biographical writing, principally.
Biography, book cover.
;
Besides, seems that Jean Rhys
(1890-1979) born at the
Dominican Republic (If the place
still has that name, formerly Santo
Domingo) appears usually seen or represented as
a main example of an author to
colonial fiction.
(Even that she lived most her days at British isles.)
Well, on one from the Rhys's short-story compilations I then
discovered listing about bunch of
the other writers from Caribbean
region, almost each and everyone some that I've not any prior reading
experiences, or even hadn't ever heard
from. Contained a few familiar sounding
names, perhaps some like Reid,
Naipaul...and poss. few others. Wordly fiction, even of
some past decades, seems indeed appear a wider sea to sail. But
I guess that also must've been, at the time on 1970s, of some part
due the araised interest to Jean Rhys' writing.
-----------------
;
'Lives that look like movies and books...' ; Explanatique
– Biographies appear behold various problems to
their writers, as well as for the reader, I
think. It's always a bit imaginary or questionable whether a book,
from any lenght, could be assumed to
comprise (even
summarily) all the essentials from
any persons life. Even on such massive volume than are
the 762 pages of Angiers
biography. (Of course, it's not even
considered possible or intended purpose on the
limits of any biography.) ; And, it's then always
quite doubful whether selected parts – as any biography
always comprises of the selections - might represent the most
important, the most truthful and the
most essential aspects, about
any life. (But to put that briefly:
I noticed Augier's book well interesting an effort, w. even all these
slight 'reservations' I nowadays tend to put on any popular
fictionist/cultural writings. And I don't mean it
an understatement that her 'portrayal'
from Jean Rhys's
life makes also very entertative
reading. Probably better than most)
; I
guess I must also remark, of not had any
prior familiarity of/from Jean Rhys or even
about her fiction. Actually, I've not even
read any of her novels, yet. (Really, not even that world-renown and
praised Wide Sargasso Sea, p.
1966, which seems launched her
'rediscovery' at that
time. But I read a larger number of those, I suppose, equally good or
even better short-stories by her writing.) Wouldn't of course
surprise much, if there
since that
having appeared amount from
newer research Jean Rhys fiction (Angier's book
was published already at the early 1990s.).
But I've not any better knowledge or
familiarity about that either.
And guess I'm not even that interested.
Anyway,
I actually read quite various bios before settling to
the(se) of Jean Rhys. For example, I
– superficially, but casually – read a few actress-biographies
(of Louise Brooks', and from
Bette Davis). Then I even also considered a
biography of Edith Piaf for to read.
Noticed then the
book I had picked rather more sort of compilation on
her recordings of the latter years, and
left it unread. Finally, perhaps after
glancing from still few other
life-stories, I decided our major interest here on
fiction/literature, so selecting on
these was in the last instance quite easy a choice.
-----------------
;
'The
corrupted concrete heart of the
British Empire'
(ca 1900 A.D.) ...But
I'm also to mention, that reading (about Jean's life) then
actually awoked on me an interest of to
view slight more from
some topics/personnel of that time (The
restless early decades from 1900s, etc...) I then fx (but shortly) viewed also
biographies from a couple late Victorian/'early modern'-authors, ie
of the Ford Madox Ford (1873-1939),
and, G.K.Chesterton (Autobiography).
;
Feels that both from them, writing ca
the 1920/30s, had some longing for that gone past century and that
– nowadays so fictional
- Victorian era. Yet these authors,
(possibly) couldn't also had been for
more different personnels in comparison.
Much of an
opposites by 'strategies'
at their writing or from attitudes towards their
own times: Ford Madox, sort of, looking forward,
and, Chesterton looking backwards.
(...now making this distinction, then - Wells? ...guess
we can say he was then looking to the
future - not for the oncoming times, but towards
some utopic modernity.
And Conrad? Guess, he was looking at
the present. ...On a manner popular on
the preceded years/century – observing
his contemporaries. Like
the authors always do, of course, but
in fact seems he's usually classed to an
older generation of writers, also may have
died prior WW I-years. ...Actually having lived btw 1857-1924.) And the
others, who knows, these just
some...characterizations of mine.
;
...On Chesterton I devote
some words here, even though him, or his writings,
don't anyhow (directly) relate
on our main recoms at this. But Chesterton's
bio as well makes a
good readable 'introduction' from that era of
transition. Fx, seems he appear
valuing just occasionally (I-o-w, there's
fx that very aged, 'Victorian-manner' of using respective
terminology on
peoples by some 'merit', typically used
when he refers to some his 'literary peers'. But
generally, supposing, that often used about any older personnels –
fx Mr. Wells and Mr. Belloc ; Mrs. Besant,
etc...) Actually it now leaves quite quite
funny impression. And the autobiography sometimes
even more so, via that he's boring only
when he's being the least serious. I mean not when
he's being humoristic, telling jokes or
stories, but occasionally when trying to
'lighten it a bit'. - What a man of paradoxes, indeed!! ...Actually,
Chesterton says it best himself, via his example about the hearing
public: ”...And
though they would actually know that what you say is sense, if they
thought about it sensibly, they cannot believe that anything
decorated by an incidental joke can be sensible. Perhaps it explains
why so many successful men are so dull – or why so many dull men
are successful.” (p. 169).
However,
I don't mean I'd found him boring, of
course. Most cheerful man
compared for many of the less talented but
equally 'dead-serious' contemporaries. But I
mean there's also always some strange kind feeling of to easily
falling captive for his 'enchanting
flow of words' when reading Chesterton. Even that he gives rather
very honest impression, not any manner pleasing or trying to
'flatter' the reader. He's actually never sarcastic, and rarely
ironic. If so, the explanation to that usually follows. Almost like a
good churchman you feel you can trust, but still has a slight
suspectfulness w. all your own suspicion concerning such
uncontroversial morality.
;
Seems to me also that Chesterton's many
asserts against modern atheism and 'anti-morality' provides a lot
interesting knowledge or views to his times.
Many a references he makes about the
typical cynicism and 'moral escapism', also describes
his judgementary opinion of then fashionable and popular
Fabianism (...fabianists lead by Bernard Shaw,
1856-1950, foremost apparently). Acc. the memoir of Chestertons: ”...I began arguing
with Mr. Bernard Shaw in print almost as early as I began doing
anything. It was about my Pro-Boer sympathies in the South African
War. Those who do not understand what the Fabian political philosophy
was may not realise that the leading Fabians were nearly all
Imperialists.”
Yet, perhaps is worth mention that, likewise, 'unca Chesterton' – also sometimes seem held (of relative) conservative opinioning. Fx he's noted disfavored the female suffrage, also of been rather old-fashioned from attitudes on some other 'modern liberal' ideas. (And on fx such 'novelties' as was the jazz. At some occasion of his writings, judges the new background music at cafeteries to a noisy, disturbing kind, etc...but that's naturally quite some matter of taste.) ; Also, seems him been claimed from anti-semitic attitudes, sometimes. At the Autobiography Chesterton naturally denies any of that for false accusation. ...Would of course appear quite paradoxical if we'd say Chesterton, the lax lay theologian, to have favored some atheistic totalitarianism(s). So I just notice him said from actually having comdemned Hitler's rise. (But acc. some, and like many cultural personnel of the time, also is said at first admired Mussolini.) ; Of more precisely, I just guess, that we can trace some origin for his discriminative attitudes also of that intellectual background on western literary tradition(s). ...Fx, Defoe and Dickens seem cultivated of resembling stereotypic characteristics at some from their novels and writing. Or, likewise one can find similarities to that on some French 1700s thinkers texts (Such as Voltaire and Rousseau, fx. Of Voltaire's part, fx, his fierce efforts against his own ages religious intolerance doesn't prevent him from using some stereotypical characterisations. No doubt w. ironic and exaggerating manner, but yet some part discriminatively. ...Even alongside on his commentaries directed against any religious discrimination and when suggesting to comtemporaries the broadminded attitude on any religious custom/beliefs, incl. also the various many non-christian religions. At the Rousseau it's more on the level of phrases, or idioms...I suppose.) In short, all of that not so apparent on Chesterton, but maybe also was by some part traceable for the past literary traditions he'd inherited.
Yet, perhaps is worth mention that, likewise, 'unca Chesterton' – also sometimes seem held (of relative) conservative opinioning. Fx he's noted disfavored the female suffrage, also of been rather old-fashioned from attitudes on some other 'modern liberal' ideas. (And on fx such 'novelties' as was the jazz. At some occasion of his writings, judges the new background music at cafeteries to a noisy, disturbing kind, etc...but that's naturally quite some matter of taste.) ; Also, seems him been claimed from anti-semitic attitudes, sometimes. At the Autobiography Chesterton naturally denies any of that for false accusation. ...Would of course appear quite paradoxical if we'd say Chesterton, the lax lay theologian, to have favored some atheistic totalitarianism(s). So I just notice him said from actually having comdemned Hitler's rise. (But acc. some, and like many cultural personnel of the time, also is said at first admired Mussolini.) ; Of more precisely, I just guess, that we can trace some origin for his discriminative attitudes also of that intellectual background on western literary tradition(s). ...Fx, Defoe and Dickens seem cultivated of resembling stereotypic characteristics at some from their novels and writing. Or, likewise one can find similarities to that on some French 1700s thinkers texts (Such as Voltaire and Rousseau, fx. Of Voltaire's part, fx, his fierce efforts against his own ages religious intolerance doesn't prevent him from using some stereotypical characterisations. No doubt w. ironic and exaggerating manner, but yet some part discriminatively. ...Even alongside on his commentaries directed against any religious discrimination and when suggesting to comtemporaries the broadminded attitude on any religious custom/beliefs, incl. also the various many non-christian religions. At the Rousseau it's more on the level of phrases, or idioms...I suppose.) In short, all of that not so apparent on Chesterton, but maybe also was by some part traceable for the past literary traditions he'd inherited.
; ...However,
concerning his times politics and the political hypocrisies
Chesterton also makes rather
more interesting read. Fx, on
Autobiography (p. 118-, until about p. 133)
he writes about his youthful 'closeby' observations as the
political journalist, during early century. Sometimes often
provides also direct critique and on
some place – I don't recall the exact pages for the moment –
makes a short notice that actually a
two-party system is generally not less bad and less
undemocratic a system
than would be one-party system. Indeed, quite much so, and one
can learn lot about that early century of
Chesterton's memoirs. Even while he
sometimes might, at least occasionally,
feel like some 'old Hippopotamus' to an author of
2oth century. ; ...And I guess it was also
those times - Respectively,
we easily find there was not so much to cheer and admire about at
that 1930s. The Great Depression,
the soon expected – and bit later realized – collapse
in the course of civilizations. And the other aspects...
-----------------
;
Alongside, this then 'awoked' some interest of
mine for Ford Madox Ford, a short-time lover (also
editor, publisher) for
Jean Rhys around late 1920s, or early 1930s. ;
However, that was, by
some part, actually of Angier's
commenting (on
some page) them (Madox, Rhys)
appearing the two 'greatest artist of
selfpity in the British
fiction'. In a way, albeit not very directly, perhaps
it as well also descriptive for an era discussed. (The late
imperialistic age, early 1900s.). However,
I didn't read very extensively that
biography of Ford Madox's. ; ...Guess it
would've also been further enlightening on
these aspect...but you know how it goes:
...I'm not really that exhausted as my years sometimes would seem to
add up, but sometimes
I feel not half the patriot I used to be, and besides, there's
also flown lot of the water throughpast
Thames-river ever since those days, and...
(...Well, to be honest: Not a
patriot at all, guess'll you can call me a compatriot if wish - It's
a modern international era we'll living, w.
all these global connections and
everything else. Global citizenship
nowadays popular, all
kinds global knowledge the issue. ...So you can
have all my sympathy for the selfpity, but not the slightest
bit for any patriotic boasting.) ;
And then all the side-consequences brought by our very modernity: the
Mcdonaldsation. The noises and pollution.
….the rainy days and even worse weathers, hypocondria and
rheumatism. ...And then there even was a
leak in the bathroom, and only by
accidentally I even happened befall to a
few snacks and appetizers on my way home
from Wolvampshire. And oh, how we ever came to
cause so much harm for this world, I'm all so possessed by
these unfortunate incidents. All the
intrigue and ill-will. Luckily, I'm all in so bad conditions
financially that I just don't even have any spare money for any
of my well-intentions. (But, seriously,
of course I've not much of any artistic
skills, just
a poor hack from the suburbs of this
vast continental drift called modernity...)
-----------------
; 'The
Whole Bag of Tricks' ...But, what shall
I say of Jean Rhys (or her fiction) then? Typically, from having put
quite lot words on Chesterton, seems now leave me w. slight lesser
space to devote on her. ; Like noted
priorly, I didn't actually read the novels, and Angier's
bio comprises, of large parts, about
chapters that focuse on relating
them related for Jean's life-story/-incidents (So, I can't say
much anything on that at
this.) Anyhow, those
short-fiction stories appear very recommendable as well. And also the
autobiography. That early childhood memoir from the Dominican natures
leaves one w. very heartfelling impression indeed. And the other
chapters. Also, guess' we don't on these times of the tv's and
networks so much recall that vast continuum from cultural
inheritance, which occasionally – in the pasts – was probably
felt from to lingering around. (...In the shadowy corners and via the
old house-objects, I mean.)
;
It's also probably correct say that anyone, possibly, who authors an
autoportraiture
has the latest, final word on his/her own life, after all. So, I
selected also Jean's self-biography for the recoms on this as well.
Fragmentary and perhaps incomplete that it is, makes an informative
read if wish have a bit more comprehensive glance concerning her fiction too.
;
...Of course, and
again by no coincidence, reading the bio
(Angier) and Jean Rhys's short-stories I noticed there certain
major similarity on Rhys for that
author-persona from that imperialist era, Stevenson, R.L. (Whose fiction and biography on our recoms 32, ...plus 'the
half', at earlier chapters). It's
possibly/likely, due because of that
colonial view-point both authors are read by.
But probably as well of some other reasons. ; ...What
first comes for mind, are at least the similariness on the early
childhood experiences (also incl. denial/neglect), and then that
'Victorianic dark sphere' (...or smtgh.) Then there's of course the
bad moods/illnesses. And at their writing a certain common
straightforwardness. 'Rebellionism'. Not the least, also the
adventures... And smtgh else of similar kind also. However, fx
there's bunch of the major differences as well. Jean Rhys fx lived on
the modern age, at preceded century mostly, while Stevenson remains
amongst those iconic authors of the (romanticed) past era (That same,
whose values or virtues Chesterton seemed so much 'yearned' at the
memoir of his. Well not one-sidedly, though.)
; ...Maybe it's then also some part that romanticism and
sentimentalism, the distant tropical islands and seas. But it's also
that commoness at that imagination
part, which I can't seem to better catch by
any words on this. (Their) common ambivalence
on experiences at life
under some double-standards and -morals...or smtgh like that. Some
contradictions about the inherited emotional idealism and the 'bad
tempests' against the normative social 'mode'. ; Guess I'll leave my
guessings on that...and now turn my reading eye for her novels.
(W-G.)
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[; PS.(later added.), ...But I actually read that collection of her letters, listed on above. For an interested it's a quite enchanting, all in all. Of course, generally most of it is available/mentioned on Augier's bio too. (Collection seems appeared soon after Rhys's death.) So it doesn't provide much an additional information. But for an interested, not less a good read. (I've also considered, for a change, some resembling correspondences books - perhaps of some historical importance - to some main recom here, I mean. But the problem is that I've not read too extensively of those. Of course there's various many alternatives...Jean Rhys-letters are at least very enjoyable to read because she wasn't too productive a 'lettrist'. One gets the scope of incidents from her life, not is flooded by most irrational details and contemplations. And also - lot of nice expressions, terms and sayings. I mean...the letters seem contains the same compact use of the words, much similar to her 'style' on fiction.) ; However, overally, I also think that most biographers (and, esp. the researchers and historians...) tend put too much weight on peoples words or opinions expressed on correspondence and other similar material. Often that's quite understandable, on many cases that's only what available from certain past period/otherways obscure times, etc. But that just for some mention...read it too for some fun and also provided me some funny moments - Reason to this lenghty addit. ]
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