A story of a young girl growing up during the second world war, passed from orphanage to orphanage and then into the hands of her mentally ill mother could have been a sad and depressing tale. But it is not.
No Cake, No Jam tells the story of Marian Hughes’ harsh childhood in not one but two orphanages after her father commits suicide and her mother is left unable to cope with her four young children. At age 12 Marian’s mother returns to reclaim the family but her increasingly violent outbursts cause the newly reunited family to break apart.
For years Marian tries to help her mother. She takes to stealing, and roaming the streets begging to provide food and her mother’s cigarettes. She is picked up by the police and spends time in a remand centre but time and again her plight (and that of her increasingly paranoid mother) is ignored. Social workers declare the home ‘suitable’. Police, called to a violent affray call it ‘a domestic’ and leave. Despite the hunger, the beatings and the fear, Marian remains at her mother’s side and her love for her mentally unstable mother shines through in her writing. As she says, her mother could not help her illness and some of their adventures, when her mother was ‘well’ were hilarious. Marian made me weep for her mother as well as her teenage self.
Eventually, having had to sign her mother into a mental hospital, Marian begins to question herself, others and God. But even this cannot keep the teenaged Marian down. As she says ‘up bubbled my cheerful self.’
This book could quite easily have been depressing and sad, yet all Marian’s travails are told with humour and optimism. She tells of stealing cakes and toys, snatching the cane from her headmaster’s hands to avoid another beating and doing moonlight flits with her mother to avoid paying the rent with a rare candidness and humour which elevates this book to something special.