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It began with Mary Lovell's, "The Sisters" and I've read most of the Mitford biographies and novels that I could find.
I am enjoying this book for the letters and pictures. The footnotes don't bother me because I know who most of the people are from my reading of English history. French phrases don't bother me because I know enough French to be able to understand them altho it is nice to have translations given.
I believe young readers may have a problem with this book because they do not understand how it once was. I was a small child during WWII and didn't suffer as much as people in England did. The Mitfords were a wonderfully strange family and readers probably should read Mary Lovell's book first as background.
I love Nancy's sharp observations and style. It saddens me that she didn't like Americans. I wonder why. I believe she was one of the most interesting of the Mitford sisters, but they were each special in their own way. I am just so sorry she had such a painful illness at the end. It was very sad to read of her last days.
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Unfortunately war breaks out with Germany which rather throws everyone's lives into disarray - including Lady Sophia's as she starts to suspect that he house is actually housing a bustling nest of German Spies. Its a terrifically popular past-time amongst women of her class it seems, to be discovering nests of spies, or be engaged in mysterious espionage work, so she has great difficult being listened to.
I must say I liked this book, but I much preferred Mitford's other books Pursuit of Love, Love in a Cold Climate etc. This was fun and amusing, but it didn't, for me anyway, have the same wondrous characters of that series (Uncle Davie, Uncle Matthew - or even the entrenching tool). Still it had lovely touches to it. Its definitely one I'll reread - but not often.
Lady Sophia Garfield is cross because her arch-rival Baby Bagg has been posturing as a beautiful spy. Sophia is so busy being jealous of her enemy that she fails to notice the ring of spies operating out of her house. Refined British screwball ensues.
Read and enjoy.
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There's the book- if you value that kind of pleasure/pain breakup- I hope you get it. I sure did.
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As the tale "Don't Tell Alfred" unfolds, the shyly inconspicuous Fanny Wincham is consciously aware the times are changing. The familiar culture, landmarks, and mores codified between the two world wars that which have encapsulated her from birth to marriage, are fast vanishing. Her aging Uncle Matthew's small living quarters in London is the only place where vestiges of the old Alconleigh remain. The middle-aged Fanny is resigned to the fate she would never rise above the bread-and butter-world of her acquaintances. So she thinks.
Out of the decaying and languorous orbit of the Oxford life, Fanny and husband Alfred Wincham are thrust into the ostentatious realm of the beau monde and political spotlight. This is due, unexpectedly, of having Alfred appointed as Britain's Ambassador to France. Nothing in her experience could have prepared Fanny to assume the unwonted role of Ambassadress in the City of Light.
No sooner after the Winchams have been installed, the dottiness of the ex-ambassadress and Fanny's children and niece have caused much consternation. These domestic disruptions include animal (lobster) rights to Zen Buddhists going about barefooted on embassy grounds, and all the while across the channel two particular Etonites are missing - last seen riding out of the school grounds in a Rolls Royce.
If these youthful indiscretions were not discretely managed, they could have a deleterious effect on the new Ambassador. The job of damage-control falls naturally on the new Ambassadress, whose modus operandi, to the extent practicable, is: "Don't Tell Alfred."
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In "Don't Tell Alfred", Nancy Mitford, author of the two earlier Alconleigh saga, "The Pursuit of Love" and "Love in a Cold Climate" has, more or less, completed her biographical and family sketches in the person of Fanny Logan Wincham, et al. Although in real life Nancy Mitford was denied motherhood and later divorced, her hope for a happy marriage, parenthood, and domesticity are fulfilled in this book.
Here are two excerpts taken from "Don't Tell Alfred" which illustrate Mitford's tenderness and wit.
In the evocation of Fanny's childhood spent at Alconleigh:
"Uncle Matthew had a little fire in his [London] sitting-room...Alconleigh in miniature. It had the same smell of wood fire and Virginia cigarettes was filled... the Alconcleft Record Rack. They vividly evoke my childhood and the long evenings at Alconleigh with Uncle Matthew playing his favourite records. I thought with a sigh what an easy time parents and guardians had had in those days.... good little children we seem to have been, in retrospect."
Mitford's whimsical plaint also has its serious side. Here in this excerpt, Fanny's friend, Valhubert, laments the demise of the Seine-et-Marne countryside:
"I love this country so much, but now it makes me feel sad to come here. We must look at it with all our eyes because in ten years' time it will be utterly different...no more stooks of corn or heaps of manure... no more horses and cart... Last time I came along this road it was bordered by apple trees--look, you can see the stumps. Some admirer of Bernard Buffet has put up these telegraph poles instead."
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Though innocuous, some of the author's license with historical events in "Don't Tell Alfred" should be noted.
The "Teddy Boys" and "The Minquiers Islands" are the social and political highlights of 1953, respectively. The former concerned more with the youths of England. The latter involved the sovereignty dispute between France and Britain - Ambassador Wincham - over The Minquiers islets situated between the British island of Jersey and the coast of France. Later that year, the World Court in Hague concluded the sovereignty of the islets belonged to the United Kingdom.
In addition, when Fanny's second son, Basil, talked about his working with his 26-year-old stepfather in the travel business, a reference was made about the happy British tourists whistling "Colonel Bogey March". This whistling tune, of course, was from the film "The Bridge On the River Kwai". The movie was not released until in 1957, however.
Don't Tell Alfred was written in the late 1950s while Nancy Mitford was living in Paris. A lot of the political inside jokes will fly right over the heads of most readers today, and Mitford's attempts to depict Teddy Boys and rock and roll bands must have seemed unintentionally comic even then.
Even though this is not one of Mitford's best works, it does have her sharp wit and felicitous turns of phrase, and for those alone the book is well worth the reading.
Into this all falls Northey, the daughter of Fanny's cousin, Louisa. Northey has been sent by Louisa to act as Fanny's social secretary, but proves herself singularly unsuited to the position being unable to speak French, and it seems pathologically disinclined to do a lick of work. She is in the way of the British upper-classes, immensely charming and so this is really mostly the story of Northey's pursuit of love. Perhaps not as satirically funny as Mitford's first book in the series but it is still an amusing and witty novel. Characters waltz in and out of scenes without any respect for the plot but with enormous charm and verve. You could still read this book without ever having read any of the others in the series but it would certainly make a lot more sense.
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Through all her children's wild political workings, living with
her husband's gruff demeanor, and living through her son's death in the war, she sails gracefully on, always there for her children and having a few wild politics of her own. I did feel that I knew each one of them so I'll give the author that.
As entertaining as the book is as a general read it also adds some dimension to the understanding historically of the time and the social and political upheavals then in existence. These girls may have been misguided, naive and sometimes just plain stupid but they certainly weren't boring.
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If there is anything annoying in the novel it is the habit of the novelist to lapse into fragments of French. The narrative seems to zip along in English, then, for apparently no reason, there are linguistic speed bumps in the form of French phrases, which for those unfamiliar with the language, can bring the pleasure of the narrative to a grinding halt.
Nevertheless, though it is a little dated, the Blessing remains just that: a fictional treasure for those who seek a few hours undemanding literary diversion.
The book is full of exquisite characters - Charles-Edouard, dashing, aristocratic, Resistance hero who uses his Frenchness as an excuse for serial adultery; Sigi, the Blessing ot the title, a devious monster who sees his happiness in his parents' divorce; the variously sophisticated and cynical grandes dames of French society; the spectacularly pompous 'Heck' Dexter, millionaire advisor to the US President. But Mitford not only has a gift for portraying eccentricity; she somehow makes dogged dullness palpable as in Grace's half-hearted suitor Hughie.
This is Mitford's most Waugh-like novel - full of short, pregnant, elliptical scenes, told in terse, comic sentences. The frustrating lack of structure means that scenes don't accumulate emotionally as they do in Waugh, leaving the book feeling a little thin (unlike her masterpieces, 'The Pursuit of Love' and 'Love in a Cold Climate'), but with this much pleasure, who cares?
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I say this relatively of course; on any other terms, 'Climate' is a comic joy, full of two sublime new characters, Lady Montdore, the imperious snob, and Cedric, the stereotypical queen from untypical Nova Scotia. Add to these old favourites like Boy, Davey, and, especially, the immortal, phlegmatic Uncle Matthew; some choice set-pieces and an odd flash of the old callousness, and you have a real pleasure, especially in the second half. 'Climate''s breezy surface belies a real anger at the limited roles offered women.
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In this book Nancy Mittford takes the blur of many wars and focuses them through the eyes of a single great leader.
This book is divided into twenty to chapters usually separated by wars, a section on resources, and an extensive index.
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Indeed, Nancy Mitford, her family and her celebrated friend, Evelyn Waugh, were represented often in the gossip columns of their lifetimes. To the degree that Lady Redesdale, NM's mother, commented that as soon as she read a headline that said "Peer's daughter..." she knew it would be one of her own. The letters compiled here, relect the 'way' it was at the parties, what NM's often wicked but always colorful take was on the 'important' guests. Some of these were, Princess Margaret in a ghastly mini dress and bouffant hairdo, or Churchill's very less impressive, often drunk, son Randolph, and innumerable royals, politicians and artists, all discussed without awe, or particular excitement, just ordinary people, being foolish or, as she would have it, boors.
Nancy Mitford's life spanned a period in history that seems impossibly long, and long ago. People, I have learned, become implanted in a time, for better or worse, and for Nancy this was the age known largely by art as "between the wars." It is those times, in the decadence and continued supremacy of the class system in England, that Nancy could embody the comedy of aristocratic insularity being pummelled by the modern world. Nancy was far more a representative of the old, but capable of making ideological decisions that her sisters and parents despaired of. They, for anyone not already drowned in the subject, went largely pro-German, with one, Unity, an intimate with Hitler before England entered the war. Another, Jessica, was a communist, and transplant to America, for which she was more condemned.
The bulk of the correspondence is certainly lively, and in no way self-centered, or particularly dense. This holds true even when death or some other tragedy overtakes her. The oddest to me was her comment that Unity had been taken to a concentration camp and that they would leave her there for a while to learn a few things before getting her out. Either that is British aristocratic detachment that I fail to get, or else she did not know much about concentration camps.
The only obstacle to incredible fun reading is the footnote requirements. They certainly are necessary for comprehension of who people are and what they're referencing, but they do make it a bit choppy and annoying. Still, it was an extraordinary time, as Nancy would say, between the fascists and the Bolshies, as well as the hilarious anti-foreigner burlesque that her father's actions brought to life in her novels. They may have appeared extreme however, the letters suggest their accuracy as well as their shared viewpoint, if not enactments, throughout the upper classes of that period.
Nancy moved to France after the war and horrible blitz, never to return to England. In her charge to get away from the weight of her very visible life there, she made but minor progress. Almost each letter has at its essence, the perspective as well as many references to her eccentric family, and its myriad political and social highways that led seemingly everywhere. If we did not have this unique vantage point, these names would be connected only to history's image, or critical reviews. Nancy makes history, quite filled with very human players, from DeGaulle to Princess Elizabeth, to Anthony Eden, to rock and roll
She wore Dior, summered in Venice, and lived for 30 some years in Paris, but she remained eminently British aristocrat, as did those for whom she was enormously, and eternally loyal.