Recently I have re-discovered Muriel Spark’s work and have enjoyed becoming re-acquainted with her novels. Realising I knew very little about her life, I decided to read her biography and, having done so, feel it was very well researched and covered both her work, and life, well.
Muriel Camberg was born in Edinburgh in 1918, at the end of WWI. She had a Jewish father and English mother and her background, and family, was very interesting. I enjoyed reading about her early days; although her relationships as a young girl would be repeated throughout her life. With her only brother, she was never close, and she had a particularly difficult relationship with her mother, Cissy. I was also fascinated to read of her schooldays, so much of which seemed to mirror the ‘Brodie Set.’
A young, rather hasty, marriage later and Muriel became Mrs Spark; heading to Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) to join her future husband in 1937. The marriage resulted in her only son, Robin, but she had to leave him behind after the marriage failed and returned to England alone. Her relationship with Robin was difficult throughout her life and, I have to say, I found this difficult to read about. She was driven and ambitious, but, although she wanted to be with her son, they seemed destined to be kept apart and, eventually, he stayed with her mother in Edinburgh, while she tried to make a career in London. I know women should not be blamed for wanting a career, but, as a mother, I often found her desperate need, obviously really strongly felt, to be left alone to write, a little selfish.
Indeed, Spark seemed quite modern in wanting to control her career and in being very touchy about how publishers later dealt with her work and her image. As her fame increased, she often became discontented with her publishers, prized her personal space and was insistent on having that time, and space, to write. A room of her own, literally, as she spent much time in boarding houses. Indeed, one of the reasons she refused to buy a house, as she became wealthier, was the fear that family members would come to stay, or even insist on living, with her. She felt happier alone, being creative and her mantra seemed to be, ‘never apologise, never explain.’ Of course, family ties, and being a mother, rarely give you that kind of privacy…
This is an interesting account of Spark’s life and work. I enjoyed the way her novels were discussed and there is, of course, much about her conversion to Catholicism. She was close to other Catholic convent authors; most notably Evelyn Waugh, who always praised her work and supported her. I cannot, honestly, say that I warmed to her as a person, but I do feel that I understand her better after reading this. Her biographer was, possibly, a little too uncritical of her for my tastes and was a little too deferential. I know Spark, herself, did not like this biography, but I feel she had little to complain about. Rated 3.5