The Princess of the School by Angela Brazil - #1920Club
Angela Brazil was one of the first authors to write from children's own point of view, and to entertain, rather than moralise to, her readers. Although she did not invent the school story genre, between 1905 and 1946 she wrote forty-nine books
of girls’ fiction; The Princess of the
School, published in 1920, follows the fortunes of sisters Lilias and Dulcie Ingleton, pupils of the 'luxurious but "down-to-earth"' (though whose earth that might be is indeed a question) Chilcombe Hall school.
We first meet Lilias and Dulcie as they prepare to leave Chilcombe for the Christmas Hols. The school is, of course, set in glorious
countryside, and has only twenty pupils –
‘just enough of them to develop the community spirit, but
not too many to obliterate the individual, or, as Ida Spenser put it: “You can
get up a play or a dance…and yet we all know each other like a kind of big
family.”’
Poster for a Chilcombe production |
Run by the ‘artistic but practical’ Miss Walters, the school
is decorated with her watercolour paintings and stencils and filled with vases of fresh
flowers;
‘The “beauty cult” was a decided feature of Chilcombe Hall.’
Brazil was interested in progressive education; her half-Spanish mother Angelica had loathed her own Victorian boarding school so had brought Angela and her siblings up in a creative, liberated environment unusual for the time:
'We are made up of body, mind and spirit, and the developing soul needs satisfying as much as the physical or mental part of us...the lovely things of nature, assimilated half unconsciously when we are young, equip us with a purity of heart and a refinement of taste that should ...keep our thoughts at a lofty level.'
The pupils, all with names like Bertha, Prissie and Gowan, share
(centrally heated - in 1920!) bedrooms called ‘The Blue Grotto’ and ‘The Gold Room’. They
say things like ‘Ripping!’ and ‘Jolly good! and ‘Don’t be a blighter Laurette!’
and love nothing more than to put on shows for one another, play practical
jokes on girls they find lacking in team spirit, and go on outings in
charabancs to places of interest.
When the girls discuss how they will each travel home – by train,
or by car (as in ‘Daddy’s sending the touring Daimler for me’) – Lilias comes out
with a novel piece of one-upmanship;
‘We are RIDING home! Grandfather thinks Rajah and Peri need
exercise, so he’s sending two of his grooms over with them.’
And so it continues.
Lilias and Dulcie live with their siblings at Cheverley Chase,
their Grandfather’s huge country estate, their father and mother having been
handily dispatched in a shipwreck, but so long ago that no-one needs to feel upset about that. Grandfather is known only as ‘Grandfather’, except to the lowly,
cap-doffing villagers, for whom he is ‘The Squire’. It is hard to remember that
this book was written just two years after the end of the Great War, which is itself
only mentioned once and seems to have had no effect whatsoever on the privileged
lives of the Ingleton clan. The Chase positively teems with servants, when in
fact many such estates were already falling into rack and ruin as men who had gone to
the Front failed to return, and women began to realise that there was more to life
than domestic service. But this is fiction.
The children’s other companion is Cousin Clare, the archetypal
spinster, always Good and Kind:
'She was one of those calm, quiet...women who in the early centuries would have been a saint.'
Clare is able to hand out support and sympathy
without having the authority of a parent, which leaves the children free to do more or less what they like throughout the holidays. The oldest boy, Everard, is an arrogant
17 year old;
‘a fair, handsome, dashing sort of boy of a type more common
thirty years ago than at present. He
held closely to the old-fashioned ideas of privileges of birth…’
Which is not surprising, since, relying on the convenient privilege of his own birth, Everard has already assumed
that on his Grandfather’s death the estate will be coming to him - a fact that does not go down well with one of his sisters;
‘”Haven’t I as much right here as you?” persisted Dulcie…
“No you haven’t; the heir always has the best right to
everything…When the place is mine I mean to have a ripping time here!”’
That the girls are able openly to discuss the unfairness, or
otherwise (Lilias being much more willing than Dulcie to accept the status quo),
of Everard’s position is itself an indicator of Brazil’s progressive outlook
and interest in young people’s own views and concerns. Such an approach did
not, however, go down too well with many adults; some schools banned her books,
and in 1936 the Headmistress of St Paul’s Girls School threatened to collect up
all the copies she could find and make a bonfire of them.
The children’s lives are chugging along in their usual
comfortable way when Grandfather disobligingly dies in the middle of term time,
the butler stops all the clocks, and Everard, brought home from Harrow, prematurely
assumes the role of Young Squire;
‘”It will be very hard to succeed (Grandfather), but I shall
try to do my best.”’
only to discover that the estate has in fact been left to
the child of his father’s brother, Tristram, who had also predeceased
Grandfather, but had first married a Sicilian and made his permanent home in Italy.
To say that Everard is put out is to put it mildly; he decides to run away to ‘Sweep
a crossing or go to sea!’ and (being the independent, self-sufficient chap he
is) promptly orders the chauffeur to drive him to the station to catch the
midnight express.
After Everard has flounced off, Cousin Clare drops a further bombshell – the heir may have been Christened Leslie, but she is in fact a girl known as Carmel. And with that Clare
is off to Italy to find Carmel and bring her home to her new abode.
The rest of the story revolves around the arrival of Carmel,
first at the Chase and then at Chilcombe Hall, where she boards with Lilias and
Dulcie and swiftly endears herself to everyone as a Good Sport and friend to
all (though not before bossy Gowan has a few words to say about Carmel’s
homesickness;
‘Home-sick people do
always cry harder if you sympathise….the new kids always turn on the waterworks
at first’
- this of a 14 year
old girl who has been uprooted from her large Italian family and sent to a
boarding school thousands of miles away from her home!)
Carmel soon becomes even more popular when
she reveals herself to be a brilliant actress and wonderful dancer, able to contribute
to the girls’ numerous tableaux and entertainments; once the holidays begin
she is equally successful with the younger Ingletons, playing their games,
helping them with their collections and ‘slaving after those boys like a
nursery governess!’ according to the slightly jealous Lilias.
Before the story is brought to its inevitable happy
conclusion, Brazil treats us to a few of the travelogues that seem so frequently to
appear in school stories. First a summer ‘motor tour’ of the West Country with her
stepfather’s English relations leads Carmel, through a series of highly fortunate
coincidences, to find out what has happened to the missing Everard, then in January the need for Lilias to convalesce after an even more fortuitous (but obviously not too serious..) illness sees Cousin Clare and the older Ingletons sailing off to Sicily to stay
with Carmel’s own family in Montalesso. Everard is accompanied by his
extremely affable tutor, Mr Stacey (Carmel: ‘they can use daddy’s gun room for
a study’) who knows about everything and is thus a most useful vehicle for the
recounting of myths, legends and local history.
It is interesting to note just
how much general knowledge the girls themselves seem to have – at school they
frequently amuse themselves by reciting and writing poetry, including a series
of anonymous Valentine verses addressed to one another, and they also quote
Shakespeare, write plays, and know the names of a vast range of flora and fauna. It is
unclear whether these skills were learned at school (where the lessons never appear to be particularly arduous, and the girls spend most of their time going for
hearty walks, doing Indian Club exercises or larking about in their rooms) or
at home, - or whether they are added simply to allow Brazil to wax lyrical about her own interests. The children have been brought up in the company of their distant, autocratic Grandfather, and it seems unlikely Cousin Clare, saintly though she may be, could have taught them everything.
'"I vote we ask to bring tea up here, and have a Valentine party." exulted Gowan. '"Don't you think it would be rather scrumptious?"' |
There are, of course, many aspects of this book that would now
be considered unacceptable; the casual and condescending racism shown to all
foreigners and the assumption that privilege is the right of the upper classes, who
are also somehow uniquely qualified to run the country (Everard is apparently
destined to be an MP) being just two. The children are also encouraged to engage in pursuits that today would be seen as criminal; they catch (and kill for their collections) butterflies, and pick wildflowers with abandon.
The relationships between the girls, and even between the girls and some of the mistresses, seem highly inappropriate now:
'(Laurette) monopolised Miss Herbert.....wrote notes to her, left flowers in her bedroom and walked arm-in-arm with her in the garden....Miss Herbert allowed Laurette to be on terms of great intimacy.'
In the 1920s such 'romantic friendships' were common and did not necessarily imply anything more - though the jury is out as to Brazil's own awareness and intentions.
Angela Brazil was one of the first children’s writers to address the new opportunities
opening up for girls while still producing stories that those girls loved to read. Although the final denouement of the plot could hardly
be labelled controversial, The Princess of the School is both a good story and a
fascinating glimpse into the lives of women at a time of perhaps unprecedented change.
Great to have this extremely prolific and popular author included in the club - thanks for joining!
ReplyDeleteSimon, I *love* these 'year' reads - choosing the book is almost as enjoyable as reading it, and seeing other people's write-ups of theirs. Looking forward to the next one (and sorry for the late response - Blogger problems, as below.)
DeleteI've seen Brazil's books about (with that many of them they are inescapable) but never actually read one. I'd assumed the worst but thanks to your review I may have to give them a try. Brazil sounds far more entertaining than I'd suspected and I love the glimpses of progressive thought!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments Claire and I am so sorry I didn't respond sooner - I had big problems with Blogger, which was showing the comments but just deleting any replies I posted. Seems to be sorted at last.
ReplyDeleteI'd definitely try Angela Brazil, she is good fun, though I have read that her output was patchy (I suppose given how prolific she was that was almost inevitable.)
I bought this Brazil from Gill Bilski years ago but I am not sure I ever read it. Thanks for the reminder! I must admit I like her books better than the Chalet series.
ReplyDeleteHow extraordinary! Two chains ending in Wind in the Willows. But quite right too. This books is surely a very necessary part of childhood.
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