The Novels of Richard Hughes

After close on forty years I have just re-read three novels by Richard Hughes: “A High Wind in Jamaica”, “The Fox In the Attic” and “The Wooden Shepherdess”.
I can remember how much I enjoyed them in the 1970s but the stories themselves had blurred and faded in my memory. Re-reading them has confirmed my view of Hughes as a remarkable novelist.
Although Richard Hughes is not a name much heard today, he had a tremendous reputation a generation or two ago and counted among his friends Masefield, Yeats, T.E. Lawrence, Robert Graves, Dylan Thomas and Augustus John.
His reputation was built on a slender output of novels – only four over a period of forty-four years.
“A High Wind in Jamaica”, published in 1929, broke new ground in the depiction of children and paved the way for Golding’s “Lord of the Flies”.
“The Fox in the Attic” was the first volume of an intended trilogy which was to document the lives of British and German branches of a single family against the background of the ominous political and social developments between the two world wars.
The second volume, “The Wooden Shepherdess”, appeared in 1973 but Hughes died in 1976 before completing the final volume.
Although the story is incomplete, the two volumes stand by themselves and I recommend them highly.
As one critic said at the time: “England has found her Tolstoy”.

Seven Pillars of Wisdom

One day, when I was a young teenager in the 1950s, my parents and I were introduced to a man who had met Lawrence of Arabia in Damascus in 1917. Lawrence had been wearing Arab dress, but his blue eyes had revealed his identity.
T E Lawrence became one of the most famous men of the 20th century. Many people today know of him mainly through the superb 1962 film “Lawrence of Arabia”, directed by David Lean, with Peter o’Toole in the starring role. But that was still several years in the future for us.
After we had heard the story of this personal meeting, the subject of Lawrence was much discussed in our household. It was my father’s birthday soon afterwards, and my mother bought him a copy of Seven Pillars of Wisdom, Lawrence’s amazing autobiographical book about the Arab Revolt. We all read it and I have it beside me now as I write this post.
Winston Churchill, himself a gifted writer, said of the book: “It ranks with the greatest books ever written in the English language. As a narrative of war and adventure … it is unsurpassable.”
Lawrence was a complex and enigmatic person. He was born illegitimate in Wales in 1888 to Sir Thomas Chapman and Sarah Junner, a governess who was herself illegitimate. Chapman left his wife and first family to live with Sarah, and they called themselves Mr and Mrs Lawrence. The Lawrences moved to Oxford where young TE studied history at Jesus College and graduated with First Class Honours. He became an archaeologist and worked at various excavations in the Middle East.
While at Oxford he joined the university officers’ training corps; in 1914, before the outbreak of World War I, Lawrence was coopted by the British Army to undertake a military survey of the Negev Desert. After the outbreak of war he was commissioned and posted to the army intelligence staff in Cairo. He became involved in an internal Arab insurgency against the Ottoman Empire, allies of Germany. Lawrence’s major contribution was persuading the Arab leaders to coordinate their actions in support of British strategy. He fought beside them till the end of the war, rising in rank eventually to full colonel, and subsequently told the story in Seven Pillars.
His commanding general gave him a free hand, saying later: “He was the mainspring of the Arab movement and knew their language, their manners and their mentality.”
In 1919 and 1920 a photo exhibition in London and New York entitled “With Allenby in Palestine and Lawrence in Arabia” turned the previously-obscure Lawrence into a major celebrity.
But fame did not sit comfortably on his shoulders. He resigned his commission and joined the RAF as an enlisted man until his discharge in 1935. Seven Pillars of Wisdom was published in 1926, but the present full, unexpurgated edition did not appear until after his death in a motorcycle accident two months after he left the RAF, at the age of 46.

The Craft of Fiction

First published in 1921, by Jonathan Cape, Percy Lubbock’s “The Craft of Fiction” is a classic work on the novelist’s art. When I read it for the first time in the late 1960s it left an indelible impression on me.
The book has a thought-provoking first page, which I quote below:
“To grasp the shadowy and fantasmal form of a book, to hold it fast, to turn it over and survey it at leisure – that is the effort of a critic of books, and it is perpetually defeated. Nothing, no power, will keep a book steady and motionless before us, so that we may have time to examine its form and design. As quickly as we read, it melts and shifts in the memory; even at the moment when the last page is turned, a great part of the book, its finer detail, is already vague and doubtful. A little later, after a few days or months, how much is really left of it? A cluster of impressions, some clear points emerging from a mist of uncertainty, that is all we can hope to possess, generally speaking, in the name of the book. The experience of reading it has left something behind, and these relics we call by the book’s name; but how can they be considered to give us the material for judging and appraising the book? Nobody would venture to criticize a building, a statue, a picture, with nothing before him but the memory of a single glimpse caught in passing; yet the critic of literature, on the whole, has to found his opinion on little more.”
Lubbock then goes on to provide the reader with extraordinary insights into the understanding of great fiction. It is a book which warrants reading and rereading, to which my well-thumbed copy will testify.