Well, that was quite a journey. This 1959 novel by Barbara Comyns
starts off seeming like one kind of book, but as it goes on the story
gets more and more odd until the oddness is the center of the story. A
far-too-realistic novel about a neglected and abused young woman becomes
a story of magic, a fairy tale gone awry when her escape route becomes
her prison. Maybe, in the end, it’s all one story after all.
Seventeen-year-old Alice lives in a poor South London neighborhood
with her father and mother and a menagerie of animals that come and go,
sometimes going home and sometimes to the vivisectionist. At his best,
her father is cold, but he can also be openly cruel and demanding. Both
Alice and her mother seem terrified of displeasing him. When her mother
is ill, she pleads with Alice not to tell him that she’d been lying down
to rest.
When Alice’s mother dies, Alice’s situation becomes more desperate.
She reaches out to one of his colleagues, a man who appear to be in love
with her but whom she does not love in return, and he gives her a way
out as a companion to his mother, a woman engulfed in grief and living
in a partially burned home under the care of terrible couple who take
pleasure in treating her poorly.
Alice, meanwhile, discovers an unexpected source of freedom. She
realizes that she can float in the air. But just as she’s starting to
learn to control and enjoy this ability, it becomes its own prison, with
disastrous results.
In trying to work out what this book is actually about, I keep coming
back to the fact that her father is a veterinarian, and the women in
his home are treated no better than the animals in his care. The fate of
the animals in his care seems completely subject to human will, and
Alice’s fate is completely subject to the will of others.
At one point in the book, a parrot who lives in Alice’s house because
the owners pay the vet to keep it is consigned to a downstairs lavatory
because its chatter annoys Rosa, Alice’s father’s new girlfriend.
Banished by its real owners, it is then banished again by its
caretakers. Alice and the parrot are alike, right down to having their
most notable skill become their biggest source of trouble.
Every bit of Alice’s life, even the good parts, is governed by
someone else. She has to follow her father’s rules to the letter. The
few bits of freedom she has are those he allows or those she sneaks. Her
only way to get help is through another man. One man she meets attempts
to rape her, and another woos her only to abandon her without a word.
She never gets to make a proper choice for herself. She doesn’t have
much more freedom than a pet, but she has a human mind.
All of the woman are pets, to some degree. Some are treated well, but
hardly any of them get to make their own choices. All are at the mercy
of the men who care for them. They may attempt to intercede for one
another, but the success of those attempts are still subject to the
choices of men.
But how does the turn toward the supernatural fit in with this idea?
Maybe Alice’s ability is a way of showing that freedom cannot come
through ordinary means. Women’s earthly talents are no good in this
universe, so perhaps they need an unearthly talent. Yet, for Alice, that
talent is also a prison, turning her into an organ grinder’s monkey.
Literally breaking the law of gravity isn’t enough to free her.
Review also posted at Shelf Love.
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