If you're thinking about reading this wonderful novel, you've got to be prepared for an extremely long period piece (written immediately after World War I)that's a little slow getting started, that's about the lives of Britain's long-forgotten music-hall troupes, and that's devoid of any really sensational plot developments. If that doesn't stop you, GET THIS BOOK.
It's one of my best reads of 2013 and maybe 2012, as well. Priestley introduces us to three discontented people -- a lonely unmarried woman who's just sold all the furnishings in the family home and moved into a cottage, a discontented factory laborer in the North, and a well-born, underemployed music teacher in the worst (and funniest) fictional school since Dotheboys Hall in Dickens' MARTIN CHUZZLEWIT. Well, maybe the university in Kingsley Amis' LUCKY JIM should be on the list, too, but that's about it.
One by one, the members of this mismatched trio leave their unsatisfying lives behind and take to the road. Inevitably, their lives intersect. Extremely evitably, if there is such a word, they all wind up involved in trying to resuscitate a failing variety troupe that's working the rag-end of British vaudeville in its final, melancholy days. It's show business, but just barely.
Among Priestley's many gifts are indelible characterization, a powerful sense of place, a fine, understated sense of humor, and the ability to write stories without villains. Adversity itself is villain enough in this world. The book reminds me of Dickens in both its humor and its theatricality but that's not to take away from Priestley's individuality. THE GOOD COMPANIONS was a sensational best-seller in its day, it's been the basis of several stage plays and half a dozen movies (Judi Dench, who starred in one of the films, provides an introduction to this excellent Kindle edition) and Priestley spent the rest of his life trying to write something that would make people stop thinking of him as the author of THE GOOD COMPANIONS. He got quite sticky about it and probably wound up regretting having written it.
Just in case I haven't made myself clear, I love this book.