My Favourite Book
by Carol Browne
I keep few books in my house. I prefer to pass them on to my
friends. However, there is one special book I will never part with and that is
my 1945 hardback edition of Precious Bane by Mary Webb.
The book features an introduction by Prime Minister Stanley
Baldwin, written at 10 Downing Street in 1928, in which he says of the author,
“Her sensibility is so acute and her power over words so sure and swift that
one who reads some passage in Whitehall has almost the physical sense of being
in Shropshire cornfields.”
First published in 1924, Precious Bane
tells the story of flawed heroine, Prudence Sarn, whose ‘hare-shotten lip’
means that as far as her neighbours are concerned she is cursed with ‘the
devil’s mark’. It is only weaver Kester Woodseaves who can see beyond this
disfigurement to the true beauty of Prue’s soul.
Prue’s goodness and gentle nature are in sharp contrast to
her brother Gideon’s ruthless striving for worldly success, and descriptions of
the landscape that sustains them are woven into the dramas of their lives to
create a rich tapestry. Thanks to the author’s skill with words, it is safe to
say that Nature is not merely a background to the story but also seems to be a
character in it too. The narrative is, says Prue, “the story of us all at Sarn,
of Mother and Gideon and me, and Jancis (that was so beautiful) and Wizard
Beguildy, and the two or three other folk that lived in those parts…”
How to describe the style of the book? It depicts a rural
England around the time of Waterloo (1815), a place of meres, country lore,
dragonflies, looms and spinning-wheels. There is a fair scattering of dialect
words (fascinating rather than baffling!) and curious customs such as ‘sin-eating’
and ‘telling the bees’. It is reminiscent of Larkrise to
Candleford, had it been penned by a committee of authors that
included Thomas Hardy, Dickens and Emily Bronte. It is a book to relax with and
savour. The pace was slower in 1924 and they liked their paragraphs LONG! But
the story is well paced, the heroine immensely likeable, and there’s plenty of
dramatic conflict and jeopardy to keep you hooked throughout.
I have read this book many times and, having just opened it
and looked at the first line of Chapter One – “It was at a love-spinning that I
saw Kester first”, – I know I am going to read it again very soon! (If you want
to try this book, please don’t spoil it for yourself and look at the last page.
The ending is perfect!)
Mary Webb née Meredith was born in the
village of Leighton on 25th March, 1881. She and her husband worked as market
gardeners for a time and had their own stall on Shrewsbury market. She wrote
five novels and a volume of essays on nature. Mary died on 8th October, 1927
and was buried in Shrewsbury.
Authors die but they are never forgotten. They live on in
the work they leave behind. As Mary Webb said herself in her Foreward to
Precious Bane:
“We are to-morrow’s past. Even now we slip away like those
pictures painted on the moving dials of antique clocks – a ship, a cottage, sun
and moon, a nosegay. The dial turns, the ship rides up and sinks again, the
yellow painted sun has set, and we, that were the new thing, gather magic as we
go. The whirr of the spinning-wheels has ceased in our parlours, and we hear no
more the treadle of the loom, the swift, silken noise of the flung shuttle, the
intermittent thud of the batten. But imagination hears them, and theirs is the
melody of romance.”
~Carol
3 comments:
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