I loved this book SO much.
I’ve been aware of the slightly bonkers Mitford family for some time, but up till now had only read one offering by a member of the family, which was Hons and Rebels by Jessica Mitford. I enjoyed it, but not enough to feel a massive urge to read anything else from their brood.
I didn’t watch the 2021 TV adaptation of The Pursuit of Love (as a general rule I don’t like historical dramas), so I’m not sure where my recent urge to read the book came from. But I’m so glad I followed it.
The book follows the stories of the upper-class Radlett family, as seen through the eyes of their cousin, Fanny Logan, who acts as narrator. Set in inter-war England, Mitford wittily and unflinchingly portrays the bizarre upbringing of the children of the Radlett family and how a lack of adequate education (formal or otherwise) for the daughters of the house leads to an unhealthy and disastrous obsession with the pursuit of love and romance.
There is a tendency to dismiss Mitford’s novels as being a bit frothy and superficial, but I have to admit I found a lot more within the text than just a portrayal of upper-class life in London and the Country.
I started the book whilst enjoying an exam stress-busting pre-A-level brunch with youngest child at our local branch of Karak Chai. The description of Uncle Matthew giving the children a pre-Christmas treat of being hunted through the local countryside by his “four magnificent bloodhounds” whilst he followed on horseback made me snort hot chai out of my nose, and I managed to throughly irritate youngest child (who was trying to revise) by reading out particularly amusing passages for her enjoyment.
Beyond the hilarious descriptions of life growing up in an eccentric, aristocratic household however Mitford quietly draws attention to the problems of being raised with an absolute sense of entitlement to your place in Society and England’s place in the world (e.g. smuggling a puppy in to England from France because why should someone of your social position be bothered by little inconveniences such as quarantining for Rabies?) Besides this however there is also an acknowledgment that for many of these ‘entitled’ families there was also a deep sense of noblesse oblige. That being of an old family meant having a responsibility to protect the Country (and the country) that provided so amply for them and to look after the people who depended on them for a living. This is contrasted with the depiction of the self-serving newly wealthy classes who feel no sense of obligation to any but themselves:
“Sir Leicester was expecting soon to become a peer, so this was a subject close to Tony’s heart. His general attitude to what he called the man in the street was that he ought constantly to be covered by machine-guns: this having become impossible, owing to the weakness, in the past, of the great Whig families, he must be doped into submission with the fiction that huge reforms, to be engineered by the Conservative Party, were always just around the next corner. Like this he could be kept indefinitely, as long as there was no war. War brings people together and opens their eyes, it must be avoided at all costs, and especially war with Germany, where the Kroesigs had financial interests…”
Plus ça change as they say.
The book ends quite abruptly with a conclusion which is quite shocking in it’s cruelly casual matter-of-factness.