How It Was by Janet Ellis
After reading and loving the late Clive James’ last book, an anthology of his writing on Philip Larkin (reviewed here), I was planning to read more Larkin already. Then, up he pops in my last read of 2019, in the title and epigraph of Janet Ellis’s second novel, for she has taken the title for her second novel from the end of his poem Home is so sad:
You can see how it was:
Look at the pictures and the cutlery.
The music in the piano stool. That vase.
That quote really does set the scene. It’s the 1970s, and the setting is a village in Kent where the Deacon family lives. Dad Michael, Mum Marion, teenaged daughter Sarah and younger son Eddie. They live an uneventful life, well, until Marion, who is stifled as a wife and mother, changes everything…
We begin years later though with a framing narrative, as Marion sits at the bedside of Michael who is dying. It is clear that their relationship is not what it was, there is an estrangement, and Marion isn’t really there by choice. She has brought a bag of photos, letters and stuff with her and seems determined to rake up the past by almost taunting the fading Michael with them pulled randomly from the bag. The memories they bring back for Marion lead us back in the timeline to the 1970s, and we also get to see ‘how it was’ through the diaries of Sarah: Marion was searching for a lost sock when she finds it…
My hand closed around a little book, leather-bound: Sarah Jane Deacon PRIVATE DIARY. Keep out. If I hadn’t had time that day, I wouldn’t have opened it, but the fates cleared the way. I wasn’t busy. I had nothing to do but read it. That’s how it was.
From this point the narrative mostly alternates between Marion, both now and then, Sarah’s dated diary entries from the 1970s, and chapters following Eddie then and Michael’s memories too. We soon see that Marion’s relationship with her daughter was also very strained and about to become even more so once Adrian Cavanagh comes into their lives. Marion had had a brief affair with a man from her choir when Sarah was little, it was brought to an abrupt end by circumstances after just a handful of trysts. Marion had begun to fall for him, but as that memory dims, we feel that having experienced that illicit thrill, that Marion would do it again, for respite from her increasingly stifling life with Michael.
Adrian is Michael’s exact opposite, an artist, married with a daughter in Sarah’s year whom Sarah would love to be friends with, but a profligate womaniser who likes to drink and party. He takes to painting in the field at the end of their road, parking his car in an annoying spot, meeting Marion and Sarah separately. Once Marion reads this in Sarah’s diary, the two are set in competition against each other, and it can only ever end badly – but not in the way you might expect! This dysfunctional relationship between mother and daughter is at the core of the novel, even more so than her creaking marriage to Michael. Sarah, as much as she appears to love her little brother, is jealous that he is Marion’s favourite, and frankly, is on her mother’s case. Marion is soon wrapped up in her plans for a dirty weekend with Adrian, roping in her best friend Bridget as an alibi, and putting her neighbour Sheila off the scent of the impending scandal she seems to sense.
Janet Ellis skilfully weaves between the timelines, slowly revealing events and building up the picture of her flawed protagonist. There’s not much to like about Marion, who comes over as having more than a hint of a Bette Davis character about her, she’s selfish and wilful, a poor cook, lost as a stay-at-home mother. Sarah has suffered from her mother’s inattention at a time when, on the cusp of womanhood, she needs her mother more again. I wondered whether work might have given Marion back some joy in her family, but in those days a lot of middle-class women didn’t work or return to work after having their kids. The character development of the women was so well done, Michael’s back-story felt a little underdone in comparison. Adrian is a means to an end and doesn’t really matter in the scheme of things, but he did come over as a little stereotypical, but that’s a minor criticism and it would be difficult to make him otherwise.
I liked the way that Marion matter-of-factly tells us ‘How it was’, which reminded me of the mantra Kurt Vonnegut gave to Billy Pilgrim in Slaughterhouse 5 – ‘So it goes’ – both phrases have that sense of inevitability about them, and that does permeate through this novel too. After a full-blown historical novel as her fiction debut, Ellis evokes the early 1970s so well, from the decor and products of the time to the suburban attitudes, which I could recognise from my own childhood. I’ve yet to read Ellis’s debut, The Butcher’s Hook, but can heartily recommend How It Was, and I look forward to see what she does next! (9/10)
Source: Review copy – thank you. Janet Ellis, How It Was (Two Roads, August 2019) Hardback, 448 pages.
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4 thoughts on ““Home is so sad””
I didn’t get on with The Butcher’s Hook, but this sounds so completely different, and much more interesting.
This sounds very interesting and I do love a book set in the 1970s!
Sounds excellent Annabel, and I think the setting would be one very familiar to me too! 😀