Although poor John Keats and his letters to Fanny Brawne got set aside, his replacement, a fictional correspondence between two friends that lasts more than forty years, has proven to be a much better fit for my reading mood of late. As a matter of fact I liked Letters from Constance so much I've been adding more of Mary Hocking's books to my reading pile. If it's a little voyeuristic to read published diaries, letters might almost be more so. There is something very intimate about a private conversation between two people even if the conversation happens to take place long distance and on paper. As much as I love the immediacy of email, there is something special about getting a letter in the mail, knowing that it began its journey in a different place and in different hands and then traveled so far from mailbox to mailbox.
Epistolary novels are quite interesting and can be an unusual, maybe even slightly artificial way to tell a story. Hocking pulls it off remarkably well, however. I had expected to fly through the book, which begins in the late 1930s and follows the lives of Constance and Sheila, two young women who enjoy a lifelong friendship, no matter the distance, situations or directions each life takes. The two, however, are true letter writers and their correspondence is filled not just with frivolities--the minutiae of their daily lives, but also with their hopes and dreams, pains and tragedies that fill everyone's lives. Faced with so much thoughtfulness it's not surprising that the letters had to be read with care and attention. Meaning the reader must slow down and take it all in. And with such a long friendship, covering so many years, it's not just a glimpse into the intimate worlds of these two women but a broader look, too, at how the world at large changed and affected the women themselves.
"Sheila was one of those highly intelligent people who are unable to come to terms with the telephone--a disability which I sometimes think altered our lives. Whenever one phoned her it was sure to be the wrong moment. At best, she was stilted, at worst, abrupt and uncommunicative. She was, however, adept at letters of apology, explaining that she had been in the garden, the bath, hair-washing, plucking a chicken, sickening for 'flu... So, in place of the trivialities people so often exchange over the telephone, we wrote letters."
Sheila's life is viewed entirely through Constance's eyes. The letters in this book are only those written by Constance, so it's perhaps a slightly skewed view, but Sheila's presence is nonetheless always felt. Constance's letters tell the story of her life but they are also a reaction to Sheila's life as well. A poet who enjoys a certain fame, Sheila asks Constance to destroy her letters when the time comes, but she's unable to do so. She's on occasion referred to as "the absent one", but aside from their youth and a few times as adults where they live close enough to visit in person, it's the times when the two are separated that the reader is privy to.
Constance and Sheila meet as girls in a summer camp and realize they live only a few streets away from each other. Their lives, of course, will follow very different trajectories. It's Sheila who is seen as the intellectual and gifted one. She goes off to university while Constance dives straight into war work joining the WRNS. Though both marry, Constance's life is one of oppressive domesticity. Sheila marries a musician and becomes a poet, whereas Constance marries an Irishman (to the consternation of her family who decide not to attend the Catholic wedding in order to avoid having to explain the situation to their friends) and finds herself faced with a large (not exactly according to plan) family.
"I am become to dull, Sheila. I have no conversation, no interests, not much in the way of thought at all really. Now, I can barely perform the functions of housewife and mother. I go to bed drained and wake exhausted. Even my kitchen has turned against me, each implement has become a dead weight."
"I don't remember what I did at Christmas. The house was full of people. I suppose I fed them."
"Help me!"
Constance sees Sheila's life as one of opportunities and creative outlets, but in the end it all comes at a price. At times Constance looks at what Sheila has with envy, but on reflection her own life is filled with as much happiness with her husband and children as anyone can hope to have.
"I can see, looking back, that for years I have been presenting you with my view of your life. It seemed to me that you were uniquely fortunate in having such a close, all-embracing relationship. You're right. As the walls went up around you, I stood by and applauded. I did indeed find cause for congratulation in the disorderly house, the wild garden, the empty hearth and the untimely meals."
This is a beautifully written story of two women's lives. It's as much about the struggle to find happiness and meaning in life as it is about a deep and enduring friendship fraught with difficulties but ultimately one filled with love and caring. I have Melwyk to thank for picking this book up. I will definitely be reading more by Mary Hocking (whose books are sadly out of print it seems). Next up I am reading Just a Very Pretty Girl from the Country: Letters from Gertrude Stein's Paris by Sylvia Salinger, which is a book of actual letters written just before WWI. I have a small (and growing) stack of other books of letters (fiction and not) that I am looking forward to reading over the course of the year.
So glad you enjoyed Letters from Constance! It's still on my shelf, years after I read it, so I might now take it down again ... for a wonderful irreverent diary from a now bygone age try the Diaries of Chips Channon!
Posted by: Margaret Powling | March 12, 2013 at 03:48 AM
This sounds fascinating! I love the idea of the subject matter, and can see how the epistolary format would be a really good way to explore it. I shall have to look out for this one.
Posted by: litlove | March 12, 2013 at 10:12 AM
How interesting that Hocking chose for Constance's to be the only letters. Does Sheila narrate then or is the book only letters from Constance? From one of you snips it seems Sheila might have a narrative voice.
Posted by: Stefanie | March 12, 2013 at 10:51 AM
I like both a lot, real letters and epistolary novels.
This does sound very good. I know some people hate epistolary novels.
It's true what you say a bout letters versus e-mails. I sued to get such a lot of letters and it was always nice but since e-mail has taken over it stopped.
Posted by: Caroline | March 12, 2013 at 12:08 PM
Yes, this is definitely a keeper! It's one I can envision rereading at some point. Have you read other books by Mary Hocking? I have her trilogy set during WWII that I really want to read. Thanks for the recommendation of The Diaries of Chip Channon--you know I love reading suggestions! :) All the better for one that is irreverent (and a diary, too!).
Posted by: Danielle | March 12, 2013 at 10:21 PM
I'm not sure if books of letters are your thing, but this was done really well. It was an interesting way to look at the lives of two different women anyway--a little off the beaten path.
Posted by: Danielle | March 12, 2013 at 10:32 PM
Isn't it? At first I was a little disappointed that we only get one side of the story, but then I decided it was interesting to learn about Sheila from a different perspective. The letters are all written by Constance and you can tell by what she writes what Sheila is like. There is no narration--just letters but Constance does write about events and conversations which makes it feel more like a narrative at times. Sheila does have a narrative voice actually--even if it is only via Constance's responses--if that makes sense.
Posted by: Danielle | March 12, 2013 at 10:35 PM
I'm really enjoying my letter-reading. I have two books started that are books of real letters and need to decide which novel I'll read next--though I will try and finish one of the two I have on the go first. I miss all the letters I used to get, but since I am doing Postcrossing--I at least do get a few postcards in the mail every week. And an occasional letter. Lots of emails, though! :)
Posted by: Danielle | March 12, 2013 at 10:38 PM
I have read one other Mary Hocking book, Danielle, A Particular Place, which again I enjoyed.
Another recommendation are the letters between actress/entertainer, the late Joyce Grenfell and writer Katherine Moore. It is called An Invisible Friendship, and they wrote to each other for 22 years until Joyce's death.
On a totally different tack, I should also like to recommend a book by Helene Wiggin called In the Heart of the Garden. This is a novel about a garden from it's early medieval times to the 20th century, and the people who gardened there. Do put this on your List!
Posted by: Margaret Powling | March 13, 2013 at 07:32 AM
Totally makes sense. I think this is going on my TBR list now!
Posted by: Stefanie | March 13, 2013 at 09:25 AM
I think you would like it! Maybe your library has it? I bought a cheap used copy.
Posted by: Danielle | March 13, 2013 at 09:15 PM
I bought a few of Mary Hocking's other books, but I don't think that was one of them--am adding it to my wishlist. Did I mention I am reading a book of letters between Joyce Grenfell and Virginia Graham called Joyce and Ginnie, which I am very much enjoying--though reading at a slow and leisurely pace! I'll look up An Invisible Friendship, too. She was quite a letter-writer from the sounds of it. You've sold me on the Wiggin book--I've just ordered a good used copy (and an inexpensive one, too!). It sounds very good--perfect spring/summer reading--thanks! :)
Posted by: Danielle | March 13, 2013 at 09:22 PM
Oh, so glad you've treated yourself to In the Heart of the Garden, one of my favourite books. And I hae the Joyce & Ginnie letters, too, but only briefly looked at them. I am sure you wold enjoy An Invisible Friendship - Joyce and Katharine Moore became penfriends in days long before email.
Posted by: Margaret Powling | March 15, 2013 at 11:33 AM
I am looking forward to Heart of the Garden--it should come in the mail in the next week or so. I am not sure now who mentioned it--maybe you did before(?), but by chance An Invisible Friendship came in the mail yesterday--how bad of me that I actually forgot that I ordered it. It was a nice surprise--and yes, their friendship/correspondence sounds right up my alley. I have both books of letters sitting by my bedside now. Books of letters are perfect for dipping into when you know you don't have lots of reading time.
Posted by: Danielle | March 15, 2013 at 09:52 PM