Luckily, I wasn’t playing a drinking game with this collection of thirty short stories. A sip of gin for every mention of a gin pahit or a cheroot and a large slug for every-time I was morally outraged for every slight to modern sensibilities about race, colonialism and misogyny.
I decided to start my foray into Maugham, ill-advisedly perhaps, here at Volume 4 of his collected short-stories (are these the ones he might have preferred stayed in the third drawer of the writing desk ? I can't say for sure ). I selected these after reading a novella by Mirandi Riwoe called The Fish Girl which is based on Maugham's story The Four Dutchman. It's true I could have just stopped with that story but a morbid fascination bid me keep going. I have been keenly gathering and hoarding all my grievances about this book for the last month. Endlessly, polishing my outrage for when it came time to write this review.
Now, like a storm at sea, my disgust has rather run it's course and I came to a point where I decided I enjoyed this more or less because I couldn’t wait to see what poor women would be dispatched with next.
Obviously, Maugham is a capable writer, far be it from me to judge him based on these particular works. He is a consummate storyteller, and observer of human nature. These tales are engaging as both travel narratives and as a portrait of a bygone era. Every story in here is like an ode to the faded glory of the British Empire. But least I forget, what has mostly stuck with me from this experience.
Let us consider the women of this book :
* Poor Olive Hardy engaged in an incestuous relationship, driven mad by her brothers decision to marry, commits suicide.
* Marie-Louise murdered by flying "Indian Clubs" possibly for getting an ugly haircut ...
* "Malay girl", ditched by her English lover and cast as the murderous "witch" who killed him remotely via a hiccups curse. (She at least did much better than other "exotic girlfriends" - who never get named ).
* Darya Munro a married "promiscuous" Russian who tried and failed to start an affair with a virginal Scotchman - she ended up lost forever in a Borneo jungle.
* Miss Reid the virginal spinster who talked incessantly about trivialities, so annoying the men on board ship they conspired to arrange for a bewildered engineer to bed her and thus render her more or less mute ( oh yes, this was a vile concept )
I could go on, but I shall conclude by saluting you all, insidious and crafty woman of Maugham !.
To those that chase men into traps of marriage, will not let them have affairs and otherwise clip their wings. I raise a gin pahit to every frivolous and hysterical / smart and cunning / broad and dumpy / friendly but dull and pretty yet oddly unattractive woman that crossed my path.
You all deserve a novella of your own.
( My sincere apologies to Maugham scholars, I am sure he is very good, really )