Sabine Ponsonby presides over her large household with despotic force, rivalled only by her imperious daughter, Hetta. As her needling cruelties cause one governess after another to flee, the family's younger generation begins to stir in revolt, and the seeds for a reckoning are sown. Written in Ivy Compton-Burnett's iconic style, where dialogue seethes with veiled insults and manipulations, Daughters and Sons is an acidic comedy of cold deceptions, mistaken identities and family struggles for dominance.
Dame Ivy Compton-Burnett, DBE was an English novelist, published (in the original hardback editions) as I. Compton-Burnett. She was awarded the 1955 James Tait Black Memorial Prize for her novel Mother and Son.
At one point a character says "You are too fond of shutting yourselves up in your own little world and tossing about your own little speeches." It's a fair summary of the people in this novel. The humour, dry as ever, makes the Sahara resemble a rain forest, and the families involved are possessed of similar weaknesses. One feels that 12-year-old Muriel is the most refreshingly honest of all of them, but one also feels that Muriel will be inevitably educated to resemble all her elders--if a governess can be kept in the house.
This was really hard one to get through. The entire time I felt like I was at a dinner party hosted by dysfunctional family with many family members, all of whom just would not stop talking.
There were too many characters and I couldn't remember who was who. The entire book was dialogue and half of the time I couldn't figure out who was talking or that the scene was changing. For example I am reading a conversation happening at the dinner table and all of a sudden I realize they are in the garden.
The store (if summarized) was not a bad one with very interesting twist at the end but I would appreciate it more if I didn't have to read through the constant yapping.
But I guess, in a way, Burnett made me feel exactly what she intended to make me feel.
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This seems a slightly more relaxed novel by Compton-Burnett; she temporarily detoured from the increasing severity she had been progressively imposing on her her style, allowing for a bit more novelistic insertion of explanation and commentary. Though all her novels provide pungently amusing dialogue, in this case it is in service of a plot driven by mistaken identity and misdirected self-interest, rather than forming the icy surface over a story out of Greek tragedy or the criminal courts. Her first true comedy since the early Pastors and Masters A full plot summary follows:
An intriguing book which feels like a situation comedy, with a really unexpected a twist at the end. It is nearly all conversation, but not always easy to work out who’s speaking - Compton-Burnett doesn’t always bother telling you who’s talking; also what one person has just said the next person echos, which makes it a bit stilted. Not an easy read, but well worth the effort.
Beautifully written and performed, this piece of work is both poisonous and delightful. The dialog is brilliant as are the characterizations. This is what happens when a family held under tight control by a tyrannical matriarch begins to fracture. It is quite dark, but very droll.