Are you feeling melancholy? Perhaps because of inclement weather?
Here are mini-reviews of three very light books I recently read to lift my spirits. And I’m including “pop” star ratings for the fun of it!
Rose Macaulay’s Towers of Trebizond is a masterpiece. I wish I could say the same of her other books.
Dangerous Ages, however, is a moving, deftly-written novel, characterized by charming, meticulous sketches of four generations of women. Macaulay observes that all ages are dangerous, but some are more dangerous than others.
The main character is Neville, age 43, and my guess is you’ll identify with her whatever age you are. She is a lovely, generous, sensitive, thoughtful woman, whom Macaulay compares to “an ageless wood-dryad.” When Neville wakes up on her forty-third birthday, she thinks, “Another year gone, and nothing done yet. Soon all the years will be gone, and nothing ever will be done.”
That’s the mid-life crisis.
Macaulay’s writing is plain but smooth. The book is mostly a novel of ideas, a kind of philosophical fable about ages. Now that Neville’s two children, Kay and Gerda (yes, The Snow Queen), who were raised during the Great War and are readers of Freud, are in their twenties, Neville is determined to become a doctor. In her twenties, she dropped out of medical school to marry Rodney, a politician, and have children.
Alas, she has trouble concentrating on her medical books. She envies her children’s absorption in writing and drawing. Macaulay, who was forty in 1921 when Dangerous Ages was published, clearly feels this is the wrong age to pursue such a demanding profession. (We women have different attitudes toward age now. Modern medicine?)
Neville is in the middle of four generations. She is not only a mother but the favorite daughter of 63-year old Mrs. Hilary, a malcontent who wants to be the center of attention. Mrs. Hilary lives with her 84-year-old mother, known as Grandmother, a serene, intelligent, religious woman who laments her daughter’s lack of interests. And it is Neville who must soothe Mrs. Hilary when she sulks on her sixty-third birthday because her children swim out and leave her in the shallows.
Mrs. Hilary resents her other daughters. Thirty-nine-year-old Pamela, a lesbian who lives with an old friend from Cambridge, seems the happiest of the bunch. Needless to say, Mrs. Hilary finds Pamela’s devotion to her partner “annoying” and “immoral.” But Mrs. Hilary’s least favorite daughter is 33-year-old Nan, an unmarried bohemian novelist. Nan has just decided that she will let her lover know she is finally ready to marry after she finishes her book. But then 20-year-old Gerda gets in the way, falling in love with Nan’s boyfriend. And Neville is appalled as she watches this romance between her seductive daughter and a thirtyish man unfold.
Mrs. Hilary is also at a dangerous age, and maliciously meddles with Nan when she hears gossip about her sexuality. One sees some appalling similarities between the selfish beauty in her twenties and the idle woman in her sixties.
All the women must come to terms with their dangerous ages.
Fascinating, but out of print. It is available as an e-book, though .
