Rachel Cusk
recently reviewed this novel in the Guardian,
and, to put it mildly, I did not think she did it justice. She wrote: ‘this novel’s descent into melodrama as a
murder is committed… turns this engaging literary endeavour into a tiresome
soap opera. Waters’ unusual gift for drama and for social satire is squandered
on the production of middlebrow entertainment’. Given Cusk’s track record
of character-driven, deeply observational novels such as Arlington Park, these comments obviously relate to the type of
fiction she enjoys writing and reading. However, that doesn’t mean that they
aren’t surprising – and in the words of a Guardian
reader, commenting on the original review, ‘made my blood boil’. What is
‘middlebrow’ fiction, and why does the introduction of the dreaded ‘plot’ lower
these imaginary brows? (Which summons up a brilliant mental image of the
Bloomsbury group frowning increasingly fiercely over trashy 1920s novels…)
Frances and
her mother have fallen upon hard times after the First World War. After the
death of Frances’s father, who left considerable debts behind him, they have
been forced to take in ‘paying guests’ – i.e., lodgers – to pay their bills, to
the pity of their genteel middle-class acquaintances. The Barbers are certainly
very different from Frances’s normal social circle. Epitomising the
twentieth-century expansion of the middle classes, they hail from firmly
working-class backgrounds but are on their way up in the world, with Len Barber
holding a well-paid position as a clerk. Waters is brilliant on the tiny
details that frame Frances’s initial introduction to the Barbers; to Lilian
Barber’s carefulness as she walks across a newly-polished floor in her stockinged
feet, to Frances and her mother’s horror as the Barbers briefly play loud
gramophone music. She efficiently conveys the tiny awkwardnesses and
discomforts of having strangers in the intensely private space of the
inter-war, middle-class household for the first time. In other ways, too,
Frances is struggling to meet the expectations of her class, doing all the
household chores herself because they cannot afford a servant – although she
does the heaviest work out of her mother’s sight, so as not to upset her.
Frances, who was briefly radical and liberated during the war, has returned
firmly to domesticity – although without a man to perform this role for. As we
swiftly discover, she was in love with another woman during the war, but that
relationship has ended.
For anyone who
knows Sarah Waters’s work, the next twist in the story will be unsurprising.
And indeed – I was re-reading Affinity recently
– there are surface similarities between Frances and some of Waters’ earlier
heroines, especially Margaret Prior, in that novel. They share an outward – and
to an extent, inward – commitment to convention with a brittleness and
bitterness that stems from the totally unconventional experiences that shaped
their earlier lives. However, I’d go as far as to say that Frances is Waters’
most convincing creation to date. We feel that we thoroughly get to know her
throughout the novel, and that all her apparently contradictory and confusing
behaviour stems logically from her character and her experiences. It’s also the
first time I’ve been completely convinced by a love affair in a Waters novel,
with perhaps the exception of the very different obsession that develops in Affinity. In The Night Watch, for example, Kay is so fantastically written that
Helen seems shallow beside her. In The
Paying Guests, Waters makes both participants utterly real – although
Frances will always seem the more complex, because we’re inside her head.
Cusk’s review
emphasises that this is a novel of two parts, and I don’t think anyone would
disagree. The first half of the novel is a careful build-up; the second half is
a helter-skelter unravelling. I would also tentatively agree that the first
half of the novel is better-written than the second; although this is something
that is incredibly difficult to judge on a first reading, because I read the
second half twice as quickly, and wouldn’t be surprised if I’d missed the fine
nuances that Waters is so good at. However, I cannot agree that this means that
the first half is a success, and the second half, a failure. What does Cusk
mean when she suggests that the novel becomes both ‘middlebrow’ and ‘melodramatic’?
Firstly, I find these comments ironic when it seems to me that Waters is deliberately
playing with inter-war ideas of melodramatic, middlebrow fiction. The novel is
overtly based on a famous court case of the time, and recalls much of the crime
fiction of the era – although this would surely be ‘lowbrow’ rather than ‘middlebrow’
reading. Secondly, if she means ‘middlebrow’ in the inter-war, Bloomsbury group
sense – the idea that middlebrow fiction convinces not-so-bright readers that
they are reading something truly literary, when in fact it’s not – it seems to
me that Waters is doing entirely the opposite in The Paying Guests. By daring to make such a gripping plot central
to her novel, she is flouting the conventions of some literary fiction and
risking falling out of the ‘literary’ category altogether. (The novel does seem
to have suffered from this type of judgment. It wasn’t even longlisted for the
Booker – which given the quality of most of this year’s shortlist is
appalling).
Most of all,
however, I object to Cusk’s statements because they suggest that if your
readers want to read on, you must be doing something wrong. Waters’ novel is
not melodramatic. In fact, it’s the opposite – she gives us the time and space
to become deeply engaged with her characters before we are called upon to
sympathise with them in more extreme situations. Nor is it middlebrow – a word
that I’m not sure is very useful at all. I can understand why the two very
different halves of the novel wouldn’t appeal to all readers, especially if you
want a strong plot throughout, or prefer something totally character-driven.
Personally, I loved it.
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