Scene from Company X, Building Z, First Floor, Unit Awesome Sauce on Friday September 27, 2013
Coworker 123: <grumbling and mumbling at her computer>
Me: <eating lunch while checking Amazon for the Daily Kindle Deal> “Sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks…The Happy Prisoner for $1.99? Monica Dickens is on KINDLE?!?!?!” <checks to see what other Monica Dickens titles are available> “It’s like Amazon KNEW I was going to write my The Happy Prisoner review this weekend!”
Coworker 123: <you can HEAR the massive eye-roll>
Don’t pity Coworker 123. Do you know how loud I have to have my iPod to drown out her constant stream of under her breath comments on everything? If you should pity anyone…GRRRRR
Blood pressure rising, calm down, calm down, am at home and just ate a chocolate chunk scone the size of my head. You have book reviews to write!
Yes, the Monica Dickens marathon continues until the inter-library loans resources are a) exhausted or b) the library system revokes my borrowing privileges. I COULD buy Monica Dickens on Kindle or track down used copies but am on the tightest of budgets right now because of course, Blacklight’s desktop computer is acting up and might need a new hard driver or motherboard or something that costs hundreds. <bangs head on throw pillow>. Thank Great Tulu for the Central Connecticut Library system.
Now what Monica Dickens did I devour this time, glaring at Blacklight whenever he came into the bedroom to bother me? Did you read the title of this blog post? No? Okay…. <sighs> On the chopping block today is 1947’s The Happy Prisoner by Miss Monica Dickens. To be very honest, through out the first reading, I was not impressed. The book seemed to not go anywhere, I was getting confused by characters and the only thing I was taking away from The Happy Prisoner was how very much I wanted to put on my shoes, grab my wallet, walk the five blocks to Walgreens to buy the biggest bar of chocolate in the place. Two ounces of chocolate for a person’s ration. TWO OUNCES! A better person (not me) should have been swooning over Oliver (our happy prisoner) and the love stories and glad that the evil American stepmother from hell Honey was played. Since when am I a better person? My initial thoughts for the review were BLAST IT INTO PIECES and then STOMP on the pieces and GET SOME DAMN CHOCOLATE.
However the next morning on my drive into work at 5:30 am (yes I start work at the crack of dawn), keeping an eye out for Bambi and friends on the twisting rural roads, a thought sprung into my head. No, NOT “is Starbucks in F-ton open so I can get a tall hot chocolate no whip” or “get gas now or after work”. Both those usually occur to me at some point on the way to work. What did spring into my head was the last quarter of The Happy Prisoner and especially the final page.
The bulk of the novel is all about our hero Oliver, recovering at home from his nearly deadly war injuries, he could die at any moment. In the household are his American mother, his sisters Violet and Heather, his young American cousin Evelyn and Oliver’s new nurse Elizabeth. Spinster Violet finds an unlikely love and marries. Heather struggles with faith and a crumbling marriage. Nurse Elizabeth is all remote and efficient. Mother flutters and Evelyn is obsessed with her horse. In a better mood, I would gobble this plot up like a long lost Angela Thirkell. But in the last quarter, things get a little more interesting. Heather’s prisoner of war husband returns with a big secret (no, he’s not gay-try “ZOMG he had a…mistress who died”. Evelyn’s father Bob comes to England for his daughter with his new wife, the elegant and terrifying Honey. And Nurse Elizabeth’s tough shell is cracked-she wants to save Evelyn from the wicked stepmother because she…had a wicked stepmonster herself!
Remember the hought I had on the way to work? It’s a bit Gwen Crazy Literary Theories time. The last quarter of The Happy Prisoner reminds me a bit of Patrick Dennis, in particular his novel The Joyous Season, a romp about a couple who splits up, finds the most horrid replacements for their spouse and the chaos that ensues. One of the replacements? Miss Dorian Glen (government name Glendora from the sticks) is a lean, sleek, polished, too fashionable for her own good sex demon who wants nothing more than the glamorous New York society life in a fancy apartment. Now before Patrick Dennis was well…the best selling author Patrick Dennis and still having adventures in the New York advertising world, across the pond Monica Dickens was crafting a character Miss Dorian Glen would call sister, the elegant, lean, too fashionable for her own good, self obsessed sex demon Honey who ensnares Evelyn’s father Bob in her honey trap. Honey, who should really be called Honey Badger because girl don’t give a bleep, doesn’t care about England, society, the social niceties, her new stepdaughter beyond making her an accessory or the importance of pony club. Honey Badger is awesome. Honey Badger gives the last quarter of The Happy Prisoner life.
All right, The Happy Prisoner was written six years before Patrick Dennis unleashed his poison pen in print but ****SPOILER ALERT**** DO NOT READ THE NEXT BIT IF YOU DON’T WANT TO HAVE THE ENDING SPOILED****YOU’RE STILL READING THIS? FINE! SPOILERS AHEAD!****Nurse Elizabeth breaking off her engagement to Mr Dull, rushing back to Oliver to declare her love and on the very last page find out Oliver caught measles from his cousin Evelyn? Love while things around you are in ruins? Pure Patrick Dennis.
Once my brain made the very deranged The Happy Prisoner/The Joyous Season connection, The Happy Prisoner became another book. It was as if my brain needed a back door to process it properly. I played the Casting Game. Can’t you just see Tasmin Greig (Black Books, Green Wing) as the tall, gawky, awkward, overgrown Land Girl Violet? Darren Boyd (Spy) as the invalid Oliver? Fay Bainter as their American mother? Gail Patrick as Honey Badger? And then I remembered when The Happy Prisoner was published. Literary audiences, battered down by war, rationing (still going on years after the war ended) and shortages would have loved a novel with someone coming home to a loving family, finding love in unlikely places and adjusting to the post war life. For as much as a reader might loathe Honey Badger for her evil and coldness, Honey Badger has lovely clothes and style and doesn’t cling to old social norms and she lives a glamorous life in New York City. Honey Badger is pretty darn awesome
If you devour British novels like peppermints and can wrap your head around the changing post World War II England, The Happy Prisoner is a must read. If not, Blacklight says “Stephen R. Donaldson is pretty cool.” <sighs>