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Excellent Women is one of Barbara Pym's richest and most amusing high comedies. This is Barbara Pym's world at its funniest. Mildred Lathbury is a clergyman's daughter and a mild-mannered spinster in 1950s England. She is one of those excellent women, the smart, supportive, repressed women whom men take for granted.As Mildred gets embroiled in the lives of her new neighbors--anthropologist Helena Napier and her handsome, dashing husband, Rocky, and Julian Malory, the vicar next door--the novel presents a series of snapshots of human life as actually, and pluckily, lived in a vanishing world of manners and repressed desires.
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Barbara Pym
40 books989 followersPeople know British writer Barbara Pym for her comic novels, such as
Excellent Women
(1952), of English life.
After studying English at St Hilda's College, Oxford, Barbara Pym served in the Women's Royal Naval Service during World War II. From 1950 to 1961, she published six novels, but her 7th was declined by the publisher due to a change in the reading public's tastes.
The turning point for Pym came with a famous article in the 1975 Times Literary Supplement in which two prominent names, Lord David Cecil and Philip Larkin, nominated her as the most underrated writer of the century. Pym and Larkin had kept up a private correspondence over a period of many years. Her comeback novel, Quartet in Autumn, was nominated for the Booker Prize. Another novel, The Sweet Dove Died, previously rejected by many publishers, was subsequently published to critical acclaim, and several of her previously unpublished novels were published after her death.
Pym worked at the International African Institute in London for some years, and played a large part in the editing of its scholarly journal, Africa, hence the frequency with which anthropologists crop up in her novels. She never married, despite several close relationships with men, notably Henry Harvey, a fellow Oxford student, and the future politician, Julian Amery. After her retirement, she moved into Barn Cottage at Finstock in Oxfordshire with her younger sister, Hilary, who continued to live there until her death in February 2005. A blue plaque was placed on the cottage in 2006. The sisters played an active role in the social life of the village.
Several strong themes link the works in the Pym "canon", which are more notable for their style and characterisation than for their plots. A superficial reading gives the impression that they are sketches of village or suburban life, with excessive significance being attached to social activities connected with the Anglican church (in particular its Anglo-Catholic incarnation). However, the dialogue is often deeply ironic, and a tragic undercurrent runs through some of the later novels, especially Quartet in Autumn and The Sweet Dove Died.
After studying English at St Hilda's College, Oxford, Barbara Pym served in the Women's Royal Naval Service during World War II. From 1950 to 1961, she published six novels, but her 7th was declined by the publisher due to a change in the reading public's tastes.
The turning point for Pym came with a famous article in the 1975 Times Literary Supplement in which two prominent names, Lord David Cecil and Philip Larkin, nominated her as the most underrated writer of the century. Pym and Larkin had kept up a private correspondence over a period of many years. Her comeback novel, Quartet in Autumn, was nominated for the Booker Prize. Another novel, The Sweet Dove Died, previously rejected by many publishers, was subsequently published to critical acclaim, and several of her previously unpublished novels were published after her death.
Pym worked at the International African Institute in London for some years, and played a large part in the editing of its scholarly journal, Africa, hence the frequency with which anthropologists crop up in her novels. She never married, despite several close relationships with men, notably Henry Harvey, a fellow Oxford student, and the future politician, Julian Amery. After her retirement, she moved into Barn Cottage at Finstock in Oxfordshire with her younger sister, Hilary, who continued to live there until her death in February 2005. A blue plaque was placed on the cottage in 2006. The sisters played an active role in the social life of the village.
Several strong themes link the works in the Pym "canon", which are more notable for their style and characterisation than for their plots. A superficial reading gives the impression that they are sketches of village or suburban life, with excessive significance being attached to social activities connected with the Anglican church (in particular its Anglo-Catholic incarnation). However, the dialogue is often deeply ironic, and a tragic undercurrent runs through some of the later novels, especially Quartet in Autumn and The Sweet Dove Died.
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May 10, 2009
Aside from a few differences--living in the 1950s, being British, not being a teacher, being actively involved in church--Mildred Lathbury could easily be me. She's in her early 30s, she's unmarried, people keep telling her about their problems and expecting her to fix them, men think she's in love with them just because she's single, and she prefers living by herself because someone else would just mess everything up.
And here's another thing that I noticed: her friends and neighbors would often ask her to do things in a tone that suggested, "Oh, well, since you're single, YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO, so could you please _______ for me?" That is annoying, and very accurate.
I am going to start referring to myself as an Excellent Woman. I'm going to put it on my cards.
And here's another thing that I noticed: her friends and neighbors would often ask her to do things in a tone that suggested, "Oh, well, since you're single, YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO, so could you please _______ for me?" That is annoying, and very accurate.
I am going to start referring to myself as an Excellent Woman. I'm going to put it on my cards.
April 10, 2020
With a sweetness reminiscent of Edith Wharton's gorgeous classic "The Age of Innocence," "Excellent Women" is proof, not solely of female excellence, but of the overall human goodness. Nothing short of miraculous, this novel about a wallflower who knows just how shitty men can often treat their counterparts, & how with much ease the ill treatment is endured, is both a classic & a must! I have never read a more compassionate or sympathetic voice, like that of our heroine's. Also, the quantity of tea drunk by the players is tantamount to the quantities of cigarettes smoked by an opposite crew of mobsters, ruffians, or killers. It is verry hard not to be wholly taken aback by the seamless prose of the excellent Miss Pym!
January 27, 2019
I've read this many times and have both a kindle version and a paperback. Barbara Pym wrote about ordinary women leading ordinary lives. They don't have interesting, exciting jobs or adventures and their personal lives consist of doing flowers for the church or manning a booth at a church fete. This sounds horrible and tedious, but it is exactly the opposite; her books are funny and sweet and excellent, just like her women.
June 18, 2021
For the past four days, I kept company with some excellent gentlewomen in the UK and had a truly delightful time. In the midst of stifling social restrictions as the pandemic continues to hold sway over us, it is no small treat to steal away to post-war London, drink copious pots of tea, slip unnoticed into an incense-filled cathedral, browse at numerous jumble sales, eavesdrop on the latest gossip about the vicar; in short, lose myself in another life.
The heroine is Ms Mildred Lathsbury, a thirty-year-old woman who lives alone in an apartment with a shared bathroom. Here’s her introduction to herself, which made me eager to make her acquaintance:
‘I suppose an unmarried woman just over thirty, who lives alone and has no apparent ties, must expect to find herself involved or interested in other people’s business, and if she is also a clergyman’s daughter then one might really say that there is no hope for her.’
I enjoyed her self-deprecating humor. True to form, she works for an organization which helps impoverished gentlewomen, a cause that is near to her heart. Mildred finds herself busy with other people’s business and unwittingly, carrying their burden. It begins with the new tenant couple who lives a floor below her flat. Helena and Rockingham (Rocky) Napier have a rocky marriage and each runs to her for a listening ear and a pot of tea. It does not help that she finds Rocky alarmingly charming. He is a naval officer whose job is to entertain the WREN (Women's Royal Naval Service) officers in Italy. [I had to google WREN.] I do not blame her as Rocky is very likeable.
Two other men like her company and seek her out but they are not exactly suitors or likely life partners. Father Julian Malory, a bachelor priest, is believed by many to be Mildred’s ‘property’, and things become really interesting when he rents out a room in his vicarage to a good-looking clergyman’s widow. Mildred has a long, firm and enviable friendship with Julian and his unmarried sister. Then, there is Everard Bone, an anthropologist whom Helena, a fellow anthropologist, finds more attractive than her own husband. Everard is smart, elegant, grouchy, and standoffish but even he begins to find Mildred congenial company. Of Everard, Mildred thinks: ‘I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.” I was eager to know how Mildred’s life would change.
Barbara Pym captured perceptively the liminal space between a platonic friendship and romance. It is delicate as feelings are unspoken and their true states only guessed at with risk of misinterpretation. Mildred admits to ‘a gladness I did not feel’ when Julian whom she does not regard as a potential spouse makes plans to wed.
It is interesting too to see how for some people, taking care of others’ burdens is part of a fuller life. Reflecting on Everard’s invitation to Mildred to cook a meal for him, one she initially declined, Mildred thought, ”I promised that I would cook the meat and I felt better for having done so, for it seemed like a kind of atonement, a burden in a way and yet perhaps because of being a burden, a pleasure.”
By the end of this novel, I have had many pots of tea with a loaf of bread, a pot of jam, a slab of butter and a cake. I would like to have tea like this for real. Excellent Women is a veritable treat best savored, you guessed it, over many cups of tea.
A handful of quotes I liked:
“Yes, I like sitting at a table in the sun,’ I agreed, but I’m afraid I’m one of those typical English tourists who always wants a cup of tea.”
‘Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but it can sometimes be a little depressing.’
“I have never been very much given to falling in love and have often felt sorry that I have so far missed out not only the experience of marriage, but the perhaps even greater and more ennobling one of having loved and lost.”
‘Perhaps long spaghetti is the kind of thing that ought to be eaten quite alone with nobody to watch one’s struggles. Surely many a romance must have been nipped in the bud by sitting opposite somebody eating spaghetti?’
‘... life was like that for most of us - the small unpleasantness rather than the great tragedies; the little useless longings rather than the great renunciations and dramatic live affairs of history or fiction.’
‘After the service I went home and cooked my fish. Cod seemed a suitable dish for a rejected one and I ate it humbly without any kind of sauce or relish.’
“I’m afraid women take their pleasures very sadly. Few of them know how to run light-hearted flirtations - the nice ones, that is. They cling on to these little bits of romance that may have happened years ago. Semper Fidelis, you know.” - Rocky to Mildred about the Wren women who fell in love with him
‘I began piling cups and saucers on to a tray. I supposed it was cowardly of me, but I felt that I wanted to be alone, and what better place to choose than the sink, where neither of the men would follow me?’
The heroine is Ms Mildred Lathsbury, a thirty-year-old woman who lives alone in an apartment with a shared bathroom. Here’s her introduction to herself, which made me eager to make her acquaintance:
‘I suppose an unmarried woman just over thirty, who lives alone and has no apparent ties, must expect to find herself involved or interested in other people’s business, and if she is also a clergyman’s daughter then one might really say that there is no hope for her.’
I enjoyed her self-deprecating humor. True to form, she works for an organization which helps impoverished gentlewomen, a cause that is near to her heart. Mildred finds herself busy with other people’s business and unwittingly, carrying their burden. It begins with the new tenant couple who lives a floor below her flat. Helena and Rockingham (Rocky) Napier have a rocky marriage and each runs to her for a listening ear and a pot of tea. It does not help that she finds Rocky alarmingly charming. He is a naval officer whose job is to entertain the WREN (Women's Royal Naval Service) officers in Italy. [I had to google WREN.] I do not blame her as Rocky is very likeable.
Two other men like her company and seek her out but they are not exactly suitors or likely life partners. Father Julian Malory, a bachelor priest, is believed by many to be Mildred’s ‘property’, and things become really interesting when he rents out a room in his vicarage to a good-looking clergyman’s widow. Mildred has a long, firm and enviable friendship with Julian and his unmarried sister. Then, there is Everard Bone, an anthropologist whom Helena, a fellow anthropologist, finds more attractive than her own husband. Everard is smart, elegant, grouchy, and standoffish but even he begins to find Mildred congenial company. Of Everard, Mildred thinks: ‘I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.” I was eager to know how Mildred’s life would change.
Barbara Pym captured perceptively the liminal space between a platonic friendship and romance. It is delicate as feelings are unspoken and their true states only guessed at with risk of misinterpretation. Mildred admits to ‘a gladness I did not feel’ when Julian whom she does not regard as a potential spouse makes plans to wed.
It is interesting too to see how for some people, taking care of others’ burdens is part of a fuller life. Reflecting on Everard’s invitation to Mildred to cook a meal for him, one she initially declined, Mildred thought, ”I promised that I would cook the meat and I felt better for having done so, for it seemed like a kind of atonement, a burden in a way and yet perhaps because of being a burden, a pleasure.”
By the end of this novel, I have had many pots of tea with a loaf of bread, a pot of jam, a slab of butter and a cake. I would like to have tea like this for real. Excellent Women is a veritable treat best savored, you guessed it, over many cups of tea.
A handful of quotes I liked:
“Yes, I like sitting at a table in the sun,’ I agreed, but I’m afraid I’m one of those typical English tourists who always wants a cup of tea.”
‘Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but it can sometimes be a little depressing.’
“I have never been very much given to falling in love and have often felt sorry that I have so far missed out not only the experience of marriage, but the perhaps even greater and more ennobling one of having loved and lost.”
‘Perhaps long spaghetti is the kind of thing that ought to be eaten quite alone with nobody to watch one’s struggles. Surely many a romance must have been nipped in the bud by sitting opposite somebody eating spaghetti?’
‘... life was like that for most of us - the small unpleasantness rather than the great tragedies; the little useless longings rather than the great renunciations and dramatic live affairs of history or fiction.’
‘After the service I went home and cooked my fish. Cod seemed a suitable dish for a rejected one and I ate it humbly without any kind of sauce or relish.’
“I’m afraid women take their pleasures very sadly. Few of them know how to run light-hearted flirtations - the nice ones, that is. They cling on to these little bits of romance that may have happened years ago. Semper Fidelis, you know.” - Rocky to Mildred about the Wren women who fell in love with him
‘I began piling cups and saucers on to a tray. I supposed it was cowardly of me, but I felt that I wanted to be alone, and what better place to choose than the sink, where neither of the men would follow me?’
July 26, 2016
This review first appeared on my blog Shoulda Coulda Woulda Books.
Awhile ago, I asked for recommendations for books that take place in small villages. I'd just done a re-read of Emma and followed that up with An Accomplished Woman, and I was really enjoying the scale of the worlds and the consequent depth of observation that this allowed for- which is why I asked for more. One that came up a couple of times but hadn't made it to the top yet was Excellent Women by Barbara Pym. I wish that I had listened to the recommenders and gotten to this sooner, because this is everything I wanted and more.
Excellent Women focuses on Mildred Lethbury, a thirtyish woman living in London in the early 1950s. While this might not sound like it qualifies as a "small village" book, that would be to confuse the London of today with the London of then. As it was in the early 1800s when Emma's Highbury was a village, the various neighborhoods of the city formed small, often self-contained, communities of their own within the larger city. This was especially true in the bombed-out postwar city as people made the most of what they had and tried to put some semblance of a life back together. Mildred may have had slightly more mobility than the small town ladies of most village novels (she went further downtown to work), but this didn't affect her outlook overly much. Her world, as the book opens, is her local church, its vicar, and its crowd of "excellent women" of the title, who crowd about the church doing "good works"- her greatest excursion is her Wednesday trip to services at another church downtown whose pastor, due to the war, is still undecided, and receives new visiting priests each week.
It's a comfortable, predictable life, in which Mildred does a lot of good, and has friends who care for her and a world she understands. Unfortunately for her (or fortunately depending on how you look at this story, ultimately), Mildred lives in a house with two apartments. So, in the first pages of this novel, into this comfortable life steps some new, highly unconventional downstairs neighbors, the Napiers. The Napiers have newfangled ideas (Helena is an anthropologist) and glamorous pasts (Rockingham-yup, that's his name- spent the war in Italy, and Helena did research in Africa). Their marriage is not decorous and supportive (not that Mildred would dream of eavesdropping- she just cannot choose but to overhear some things they say), it is full of yelling and conflicts. Worse, they have unconventional acquaintances, like fellow anthropologist Everard Bone, a most irritating man. Trouble also comes from another neighbor taken in at the vicarage with amiable Julian and his sister Winifred, trying to help with the national housing shortage: Mrs. Gray. There is just something one cannot quite like about her if you know what she means, and if you've ever read a book like this, you totally do. Or you will, before long. (Well done, Pym, I wanted to scratch this lady's eyes out from my sheer depth of recognition of her awfulness within pages of meeting her.) Mildred navigates these complications like the excellent woman she is of course, but things get quite upsetting.
As you can see, it's all very small scale. The troubles of five or six families in a country village, to the life (more like three or four, really). But I finished it in a day, and there are lots of reasons why. First, Pym did a great job with her first-person narration. I think making Mildred, sweet, apparently dependable Mildred, an unreliable narrator, filtering events through her anxious, well-meaning mind, was a very strong choice. It humanized and gave interest to a character who could have been laughed at and satirized from the outside, Thackeray-style, super easily. Pym did poke gentle fun at her, but from the perspective of one who understands and loves this character. Occasionally it seemed like Pym could perhaps become slightly defensive of her character, which I suspect was perhaps an overidentification with her.
I also understand that she was likely writing for a similar audience, much in the same manner that A Provincial Lady was (who I also loved and need to read more of), and it didn't obtrude enough to be truly bothersome. Besides, the rhythm of Mildred's quiet, determined, well-intentioned mind did the work of gathering sympathy all on its own.
Which leads me to my second reason for loving this. This is yet another in a series of wonderful books about women quietly rebelling that I've been finding and reading for years, books about "extra" women, or "unwanted" women, women who are expected to bear the burdens of others, women who rebel in their own ways-not with violence or dramatic displays, but simply by preferring not to. Books like Lolly Willowes and The Awakening is what I mean- and Excellent Women is another high quality entry into this list. Mildred refuses to be the sighing spinster desperately angling for a husband, desperate for romance, that society might perceive her to be, or the eternally perky, "useful" woman- despite trying her very best to be the latter sometimes, despite occasionally wishing to be the former. Mildred is a person- the scene where she refuses a date that could possibly be romantic from a man because she assumes that he is inviting her over to cook for him (he literally calls and is like "I have some meat to be cooked", so you can forgive her), made me want to cheer, as did the scene where a man makes a romantic overture for clearly the wrong reasons and way too soon and she has none of it. I love stories about women who are secure enough to be true to themselves, and it turns out that this story, despite Mildred's struggles with the roles people assume she will perform for them, is ultimately about that. Mildred is a person, and she will set some firm (if quiet) limits about that when she can. I wish she had done it more, sooner, and louder, but don't we all wish that for ourselves and others? How often do we achieve it? Mildred does it enough to make me feel a great respect for her, enough to inspire me to hope that I might be able to do the same for myself one day.
Finally, I think this was all so effective because Pym did a great job immersing the reader in her world without ever being preachy or doing a great deal of obvious world building. Like many great writers before her, she let the dialogue and thoughts and actions of her characters fill in the rest, with only minimal physical description to fill it out. Perhaps this was because she was writing for a contemporary audience who already lived in this world- but I didn't need to live there to see the colors it was painted in in spite of that, which speaks volumes of her writing. I loved the oblique, offhand references to the aftermath of the war- the church she goes to Wednesday service at is always full because half of the church is still bombed out and unrepaired, so much of the plot is about new and unlikely neighbors because people are scrambling for housing in a half-built city, people showing generosity by using their rations of special items on guests, the number of widows and single women trying to make their way, the vicar in the bombed out church missing because he had been killed in the war, the way marriages were still being affected by the war's long separation. This is a story about how the war continued to affect people for years afterward, told in the most everyday sort of way, without any sort of drama. Pym tells us only the surface, but the surface is more than enough to hint at what must underlie some of the more subtle shifts in her character's mind, where her periodic restlessness may come from, the anxiety present in some characters' behavior, and the unchanging nature of others.
All in all, this book will be exactly what you'd expect. But it will be that at high quality, it will be that with unexpected sympathy, with grace and with quiet pride. And you'll remember Mildred, you'll remember her far longer than you would any of her real life number. And with that, I think Pym would be content.
Awhile ago, I asked for recommendations for books that take place in small villages. I'd just done a re-read of Emma and followed that up with An Accomplished Woman, and I was really enjoying the scale of the worlds and the consequent depth of observation that this allowed for- which is why I asked for more. One that came up a couple of times but hadn't made it to the top yet was Excellent Women by Barbara Pym. I wish that I had listened to the recommenders and gotten to this sooner, because this is everything I wanted and more.
Excellent Women focuses on Mildred Lethbury, a thirtyish woman living in London in the early 1950s. While this might not sound like it qualifies as a "small village" book, that would be to confuse the London of today with the London of then. As it was in the early 1800s when Emma's Highbury was a village, the various neighborhoods of the city formed small, often self-contained, communities of their own within the larger city. This was especially true in the bombed-out postwar city as people made the most of what they had and tried to put some semblance of a life back together. Mildred may have had slightly more mobility than the small town ladies of most village novels (she went further downtown to work), but this didn't affect her outlook overly much. Her world, as the book opens, is her local church, its vicar, and its crowd of "excellent women" of the title, who crowd about the church doing "good works"- her greatest excursion is her Wednesday trip to services at another church downtown whose pastor, due to the war, is still undecided, and receives new visiting priests each week.
It's a comfortable, predictable life, in which Mildred does a lot of good, and has friends who care for her and a world she understands. Unfortunately for her (or fortunately depending on how you look at this story, ultimately), Mildred lives in a house with two apartments. So, in the first pages of this novel, into this comfortable life steps some new, highly unconventional downstairs neighbors, the Napiers. The Napiers have newfangled ideas (Helena is an anthropologist) and glamorous pasts (Rockingham-yup, that's his name- spent the war in Italy, and Helena did research in Africa). Their marriage is not decorous and supportive (not that Mildred would dream of eavesdropping- she just cannot choose but to overhear some things they say), it is full of yelling and conflicts. Worse, they have unconventional acquaintances, like fellow anthropologist Everard Bone, a most irritating man. Trouble also comes from another neighbor taken in at the vicarage with amiable Julian and his sister Winifred, trying to help with the national housing shortage: Mrs. Gray. There is just something one cannot quite like about her if you know what she means, and if you've ever read a book like this, you totally do. Or you will, before long. (Well done, Pym, I wanted to scratch this lady's eyes out from my sheer depth of recognition of her awfulness within pages of meeting her.) Mildred navigates these complications like the excellent woman she is of course, but things get quite upsetting.
As you can see, it's all very small scale. The troubles of five or six families in a country village, to the life (more like three or four, really). But I finished it in a day, and there are lots of reasons why. First, Pym did a great job with her first-person narration. I think making Mildred, sweet, apparently dependable Mildred, an unreliable narrator, filtering events through her anxious, well-meaning mind, was a very strong choice. It humanized and gave interest to a character who could have been laughed at and satirized from the outside, Thackeray-style, super easily. Pym did poke gentle fun at her, but from the perspective of one who understands and loves this character. Occasionally it seemed like Pym could perhaps become slightly defensive of her character, which I suspect was perhaps an overidentification with her.
I also understand that she was likely writing for a similar audience, much in the same manner that A Provincial Lady was (who I also loved and need to read more of), and it didn't obtrude enough to be truly bothersome. Besides, the rhythm of Mildred's quiet, determined, well-intentioned mind did the work of gathering sympathy all on its own.
Which leads me to my second reason for loving this. This is yet another in a series of wonderful books about women quietly rebelling that I've been finding and reading for years, books about "extra" women, or "unwanted" women, women who are expected to bear the burdens of others, women who rebel in their own ways-not with violence or dramatic displays, but simply by preferring not to. Books like Lolly Willowes and The Awakening is what I mean- and Excellent Women is another high quality entry into this list. Mildred refuses to be the sighing spinster desperately angling for a husband, desperate for romance, that society might perceive her to be, or the eternally perky, "useful" woman- despite trying her very best to be the latter sometimes, despite occasionally wishing to be the former. Mildred is a person- the scene where she refuses a date that could possibly be romantic from a man because she assumes that he is inviting her over to cook for him (he literally calls and is like "I have some meat to be cooked", so you can forgive her), made me want to cheer, as did the scene where a man makes a romantic overture for clearly the wrong reasons and way too soon and she has none of it. I love stories about women who are secure enough to be true to themselves, and it turns out that this story, despite Mildred's struggles with the roles people assume she will perform for them, is ultimately about that. Mildred is a person, and she will set some firm (if quiet) limits about that when she can. I wish she had done it more, sooner, and louder, but don't we all wish that for ourselves and others? How often do we achieve it? Mildred does it enough to make me feel a great respect for her, enough to inspire me to hope that I might be able to do the same for myself one day.
Finally, I think this was all so effective because Pym did a great job immersing the reader in her world without ever being preachy or doing a great deal of obvious world building. Like many great writers before her, she let the dialogue and thoughts and actions of her characters fill in the rest, with only minimal physical description to fill it out. Perhaps this was because she was writing for a contemporary audience who already lived in this world- but I didn't need to live there to see the colors it was painted in in spite of that, which speaks volumes of her writing. I loved the oblique, offhand references to the aftermath of the war- the church she goes to Wednesday service at is always full because half of the church is still bombed out and unrepaired, so much of the plot is about new and unlikely neighbors because people are scrambling for housing in a half-built city, people showing generosity by using their rations of special items on guests, the number of widows and single women trying to make their way, the vicar in the bombed out church missing because he had been killed in the war, the way marriages were still being affected by the war's long separation. This is a story about how the war continued to affect people for years afterward, told in the most everyday sort of way, without any sort of drama. Pym tells us only the surface, but the surface is more than enough to hint at what must underlie some of the more subtle shifts in her character's mind, where her periodic restlessness may come from, the anxiety present in some characters' behavior, and the unchanging nature of others.
All in all, this book will be exactly what you'd expect. But it will be that at high quality, it will be that with unexpected sympathy, with grace and with quiet pride. And you'll remember Mildred, you'll remember her far longer than you would any of her real life number. And with that, I think Pym would be content.
July 12, 2020
Why didn't any of you shout louder about reading Barbara Pym? I can't believe I'm nearly 50 and I've only just got round to reading her, because everything was perfect and lovely and wonderful about this book. So beautifully English. An 'ordinary' single woman, Mildred, in the 1950s, goes to church, goes on holiday with her old school friend, drinks an awful lot of tea, helps out in a charity for gentlewomen who have fallen on hard times, has another cup of tea with some slightly stale cake, denies that she was ever in love with the vicar, more tea...and then a glamorous couple move into the flat below her. Some things change, but not really much - even more tea is drunk, but also a bit of brandy.
It is witty and sharp, and almost sad. Mildred is wonderful.
If you've ever read any Barbara Comyns, it's a bit like her books, but not as surreal.
Highly recommended. I shall be going out shortly for tea and some more books by Barbara Pym.
www.clairefuller.co.uk
It is witty and sharp, and almost sad. Mildred is wonderful.
If you've ever read any Barbara Comyns, it's a bit like her books, but not as surreal.
Highly recommended. I shall be going out shortly for tea and some more books by Barbara Pym.
www.clairefuller.co.uk
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Set in 1946 London, just post WWII, Barbara Pym's novel Excellent Women is a slice of life novel. Her protagonist, Mildred Lathbury, aged 30, is considered by her friends and neighbors an "excellent woman--" a spinster whom everyone else can rely upon whatever their needs, assuming that she can have no concerns of her own and who will be ready and eager to take on these tasks. Pym writes a comedy showing astute insight into human nature. Using irony, deadpan humor, and bits of the absurd she shows the balance between Mildred's sense of who she "should" be and her true self who is not nearly so subservient.
Mildred has a front row seat for two relationships: one with her downstairs neighbors who draw her in to referee their separation and reunion and one with her friend the priest and his fiancée who does not want his sister to live with them. These two examples illustrate that she is the one doing all the work in these relationships as women were wont to do at the time. By remaining single, she maintains her independence and much control of her life. I think that Pym is pointing to the beginnings of a societal shift in class and the role of woman brought about by the work in WWII, though not everyone is ready for such a change.
"Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea...Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look. 'Do we need tea? she echoed...She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind."
Pym fully develops Mildred as a character and I love her ambiguous ending for her. The other characters are human, each with foibles of their own, though not as thoroughly developed as Mildred, whom this novel revolves around. Pym's prose is witty, her observations of details sharp, and I am there with Mildred in her flat in 1946.
Excellent Women is a delightful treat, and I am happy to have partaken of it.
Publication 1952
Mildred has a front row seat for two relationships: one with her downstairs neighbors who draw her in to referee their separation and reunion and one with her friend the priest and his fiancée who does not want his sister to live with them. These two examples illustrate that she is the one doing all the work in these relationships as women were wont to do at the time. By remaining single, she maintains her independence and much control of her life. I think that Pym is pointing to the beginnings of a societal shift in class and the role of woman brought about by the work in WWII, though not everyone is ready for such a change.
"Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea...Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look. 'Do we need tea? she echoed...She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind."
Pym fully develops Mildred as a character and I love her ambiguous ending for her. The other characters are human, each with foibles of their own, though not as thoroughly developed as Mildred, whom this novel revolves around. Pym's prose is witty, her observations of details sharp, and I am there with Mildred in her flat in 1946.
Excellent Women is a delightful treat, and I am happy to have partaken of it.
Publication 1952
January 7, 2026
Perhaps long spaghetti is the kind of thing that ought to be eaten quite alone with nobody to watch one's struggles. Surely many a romance must have been nipped in the bud by sitting opposite somebody eating spaghetti?
This is essentially my first Barbara Pym after I started Quartet in Autumn and literally abandoned it after a handful of paragraphs for being drearily dull and depressing. Excellent Women, on the other hand, is a delight and I adored every page!
In some ways Mildred is a stereotype: she's only thirty but has written herself off as a plain spinster deserving of nothing more exciting than tea with the vicar and his sister and debates about the right date for the church jumble sale. But she lives in London, rather than in the country, and though post-war rationing is still in place, exciting things happen as Mildred opens herself up to a dashing ex-Naval lieutenant and his anthropologist wife - and before we know it, Mildred is in the thick of everything happening in her vicinity.
What makes this so delightful is that Pym, like Jane Austen, keeps her canvas miniature: Mildred isn't swept off her feet, and the changes that open up in her life are small, even if significant, and by the end the surface of her life looks barely rippled... but underneath things have changed. She is to have 'a full life', after all. And you need to read this to understand the complete implications of that 'full'!
Mildred's voice is dry, her humour dead-pan, and I found myself smiling constantly while reading this - from William complaining about being visited by different pigeons when he's forced to move offices, to the Vicar living his most dramatic scenes with a pair of ping-pong bats under his arm!
Pym uses everyday rituals to chart psychological states: the small matter of Mildred deciding to swap her dreary brown coat for a smart black or navy; her penance of plain cod without sauce or seasoning; the implications of cooking for Everard Bone; the wild abandon of sherry with Rocky instead of tea. The writing and vision is somewhat waspish especially in relation to the way men hang around expecting to be waited on and women fulfill exactly that domestic role, but also affectionate in the case of Mildred - and while I hoped for a bit more of a happily defined ending, I know what, in my head, is going to happen.
I can completely see why so many readers have described Pym as the Austen of the 1940s/50s - and how wonderful to think there are more pleasures to come from her back catalogue!
December 18, 2011
I am honestly not sure what to make of this book. I initially discovered this book (and author) through a random Amazon-crawl, where I assume it was recommended to me based on some of my other highly-rated books. I vaguely remember reading that Excellent Women was satirical, funny, biting, etc., and there were several comparisons to Jane Austen. I don't share the crush that virtually all well-educated white girls seem to have for Jane Austen (despite being a well-educated white girl myself), but I did enjoy Sense and Sensibility well enough for me to take a second look at any author who's compared to Austen.
The main character of Excellent Women is a single 30-year-old woman named Mildred who lives in London in the 1950s. This being the '50s, and Mildred being 30 already, she is considered to have entered the spinster stage and is treated very patronizingly by everyone around her, as though she had suddenly gone mad and started collecting vast amounts of cats. The plot of the book describes her very provincial and narrow life, which consists of making tea, eating really sad lunches of lettuce and cheese, and interfering with/getting dragged into other people's lives and helping to sort out their problems.
There are a few witty, clever lines in this book, but any pleasure they might have provided is withheld since they almost seem to be delivered unconsciously, as though Mildred could never imagine herself as someone who ever says anything funny. In fact, the moments that were supposed to be funny had a very sad quality to me, as though the author were rubbing it in our faces how miserable the main character was, but somehow also expecting us to be a sport and laugh anyway.
I kept thinking, 'Oh, Mildred seems unassuming, but this is where she's about to assert herself and become a real, three-dimensional person!' But it never happened. Instead of being redeemed, she just slipped slowly and sadly into her permanent role as a doormat and sounding-board for other people, and her individuality was lost in a bland mist of apathy and tea-making. There's one scene where Mildred is at a church committee meeting and one of the women leading the meeting starts making tea for everyone. Mildred, who has already consumed about four cups of tea that day, feebly suggests that perhaps they don't need tea for this meeting. Here's how that scene continues:
"...she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look, 'Do we need tea?' she echoed. 'But Miss Lathbury...' She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind. I mumbled something about making a joke and that of course one needed tea always, at every hour of the day or night."
I recognize that this scene has a big 'laugh here' sign on it, but I just found Mildred's complete acquiescence and sheepishness to be depressing. There is the seed of social commentary in this book – after all, Mildred does get weary of constantly meeting everyone's demands and expectations towards the end of the book, and seems on the verge of telling everyone off – but instead of taking that social commentary to its logical conclusion by having Mildred rebel, however mildly, Pym takes the alternate route of having Mildred sink into resignation and acceptance of her pathetic lot in life. In fact, the book ends with her getting roped into doing some clerical work for a pompous scholar who's a friend of hers – without pay, of course.
The presentation of women in this book is really unsettling (as it often is in Jane Austen's books, too). Mildred (who we're presumably meant to identify with?) is a fussy, boring, spineless drone, and the foil to Mildred is a woman named Helena, who is an anthropologist. Helena is described as being passionately interested in her work and committed to her field of study. She is also described as being an awful housewife who leaves dishes unwashed, rooms untidied, and meals unprepared. In the author's estimation, you can either be an intellectual or a good wife, but not both; smart or feminine, but not both; interesting or good, but not both. There are no other options.
There are also only two options in terms of virtue or goodness: attending church every single day or being an atheist. Mildred attends church every day (sometimes several times a day, it seems – she goes to church the way some people now watch TV), has an unquestioning obedience to tradition and authority, and has a simpering, saccharine view of spirituality, while Helena, the anthropologist, is not religious at all, and is portrayed as a crass philistine with no compassion or virtue. Again, Pym expects us to believe that these two stereotypes are the only options when choosing how to live a moral life. I realize that comedy as a genre trades in stereotypes all the time – it's the universal aspects of human experience that make us laugh in recognition and delight – but the stereotypes in this book seemed very confining, un-funny, and almost politically aggressive, as though Pym were daring any of her readers to be so arrogant as to claim that they fit into neither category.
It's possible that Pym was being more clever than I'm giving her credit for, and was calling attention to how the 1950s warped women's lives as a way of justifying and explaining the sexual revolution of the '60s and '70s. But her negative portrayal of Helena – who could have represented 'the smart, liberated woman of the future' in a positive way – indicates to me that Pym wasn't really thinking along those lines.
Overall, not nearly the snarky, witty romp I was promised.
The main character of Excellent Women is a single 30-year-old woman named Mildred who lives in London in the 1950s. This being the '50s, and Mildred being 30 already, she is considered to have entered the spinster stage and is treated very patronizingly by everyone around her, as though she had suddenly gone mad and started collecting vast amounts of cats. The plot of the book describes her very provincial and narrow life, which consists of making tea, eating really sad lunches of lettuce and cheese, and interfering with/getting dragged into other people's lives and helping to sort out their problems.
There are a few witty, clever lines in this book, but any pleasure they might have provided is withheld since they almost seem to be delivered unconsciously, as though Mildred could never imagine herself as someone who ever says anything funny. In fact, the moments that were supposed to be funny had a very sad quality to me, as though the author were rubbing it in our faces how miserable the main character was, but somehow also expecting us to be a sport and laugh anyway.
I kept thinking, 'Oh, Mildred seems unassuming, but this is where she's about to assert herself and become a real, three-dimensional person!' But it never happened. Instead of being redeemed, she just slipped slowly and sadly into her permanent role as a doormat and sounding-board for other people, and her individuality was lost in a bland mist of apathy and tea-making. There's one scene where Mildred is at a church committee meeting and one of the women leading the meeting starts making tea for everyone. Mildred, who has already consumed about four cups of tea that day, feebly suggests that perhaps they don't need tea for this meeting. Here's how that scene continues:
"...she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look, 'Do we need tea?' she echoed. 'But Miss Lathbury...' She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind. I mumbled something about making a joke and that of course one needed tea always, at every hour of the day or night."
I recognize that this scene has a big 'laugh here' sign on it, but I just found Mildred's complete acquiescence and sheepishness to be depressing. There is the seed of social commentary in this book – after all, Mildred does get weary of constantly meeting everyone's demands and expectations towards the end of the book, and seems on the verge of telling everyone off – but instead of taking that social commentary to its logical conclusion by having Mildred rebel, however mildly, Pym takes the alternate route of having Mildred sink into resignation and acceptance of her pathetic lot in life. In fact, the book ends with her getting roped into doing some clerical work for a pompous scholar who's a friend of hers – without pay, of course.
The presentation of women in this book is really unsettling (as it often is in Jane Austen's books, too). Mildred (who we're presumably meant to identify with?) is a fussy, boring, spineless drone, and the foil to Mildred is a woman named Helena, who is an anthropologist. Helena is described as being passionately interested in her work and committed to her field of study. She is also described as being an awful housewife who leaves dishes unwashed, rooms untidied, and meals unprepared. In the author's estimation, you can either be an intellectual or a good wife, but not both; smart or feminine, but not both; interesting or good, but not both. There are no other options.
There are also only two options in terms of virtue or goodness: attending church every single day or being an atheist. Mildred attends church every day (sometimes several times a day, it seems – she goes to church the way some people now watch TV), has an unquestioning obedience to tradition and authority, and has a simpering, saccharine view of spirituality, while Helena, the anthropologist, is not religious at all, and is portrayed as a crass philistine with no compassion or virtue. Again, Pym expects us to believe that these two stereotypes are the only options when choosing how to live a moral life. I realize that comedy as a genre trades in stereotypes all the time – it's the universal aspects of human experience that make us laugh in recognition and delight – but the stereotypes in this book seemed very confining, un-funny, and almost politically aggressive, as though Pym were daring any of her readers to be so arrogant as to claim that they fit into neither category.
It's possible that Pym was being more clever than I'm giving her credit for, and was calling attention to how the 1950s warped women's lives as a way of justifying and explaining the sexual revolution of the '60s and '70s. But her negative portrayal of Helena – who could have represented 'the smart, liberated woman of the future' in a positive way – indicates to me that Pym wasn't really thinking along those lines.
Overall, not nearly the snarky, witty romp I was promised.
September 9, 2025
5 stars for sheer enjoyment. An excellent woman is unmarried and willing to take on other people's problems, lend a willing ear to anyone in need of such, help out wherever you are needed, and even clean and cook for a man who can't be bothered to do it himself. My goodness, that seems excessive, even for 1952 when this book was written! Even so, it is incredibly funny, because as the book is narrated by our heroine Mildred Lathbury, we also are privy to her thoughts and sarcastic comments about what an excellent woman really is and how much she's expected to endure. The men in this book really are insufferable from a 2025 point of view. This was a reread for me, as it's one of Pym's best, and I needed her light touch and dry humor.
If I ever get to England for a visit, I am going to be incredibly disappointed if I'm not offered a cup of tea every time I walk through a doorway.
If I ever get to England for a visit, I am going to be incredibly disappointed if I'm not offered a cup of tea every time I walk through a doorway.
June 7, 2016
I am re-reading Barbara Pym's books this summer to lift my spirits as I recover from physical injury. I find I can only take so much emotional stress before I retreat to her closely observed lives full of the quotidian routines of the women who are the backbone of the Anglican Church. Flower arranging, knitting, polishing church brasses, it is all part of the detail of their quiet lives as loss of love is accepted with resignation, spinsters find a way of "making do" on limited budgets, and the seasons pass marked by jumble sales and church festivals. Many cups of tea are provided as life's crises are negotiated, with the occasional coffee or medicinal brandy, and one falls asleep knowing there are still quiet pockets of the world filled with excellent women.
August 23, 2025
There are tons of Remarkable Women like Mildred in 1950s England.
A pastor's daughter, having lost her parents years ago, is in her thirties, not ugly but not beautiful either; society is ruthless and has labeled her an "old maid." She works part-time in a center, helping those in need—nothing remarkable in her life except that she spends her days helping others. Pillar of the parish, she is at all the charity sales: Yay! His life is fucking funky!
The arrangement of an atypical couple above her home will make small ripples in her smooth life. The wife, Hélèna, is an anthropologist in a society where women are rarely overqualified; she has a phobia of household things, and her husband, a naval officer, is lovely.
It could be called "Mildred's Tribulations" because we follow her little worries and bittersweet reflections on life and those around her. The book represents England in the 1950s, with a middle class and a relatively narrow way of thinking.
Mildred gives a lot and receives little. The men of that time had a good role, and single women like her submitted kindly, with dignity, self-sacrifice, and generosity, driven by an excellent education.
This novel from 1952 is an exciting testimony to England's slow recovery from the Second World War—[Tenants who share the same bathroom, widows who rent a room in a presbytery]. Testimony also depends on the condition of women, particularly those who are alone and without male protection, whether from a father or a husband. Remarkable women, providing service after service, but anonymous women and, for certain men, quite tasteless and almost invisible.
A pastor's daughter, having lost her parents years ago, is in her thirties, not ugly but not beautiful either; society is ruthless and has labeled her an "old maid." She works part-time in a center, helping those in need—nothing remarkable in her life except that she spends her days helping others. Pillar of the parish, she is at all the charity sales: Yay! His life is fucking funky!
The arrangement of an atypical couple above her home will make small ripples in her smooth life. The wife, Hélèna, is an anthropologist in a society where women are rarely overqualified; she has a phobia of household things, and her husband, a naval officer, is lovely.
It could be called "Mildred's Tribulations" because we follow her little worries and bittersweet reflections on life and those around her. The book represents England in the 1950s, with a middle class and a relatively narrow way of thinking.
Mildred gives a lot and receives little. The men of that time had a good role, and single women like her submitted kindly, with dignity, self-sacrifice, and generosity, driven by an excellent education.
This novel from 1952 is an exciting testimony to England's slow recovery from the Second World War—[Tenants who share the same bathroom, widows who rent a room in a presbytery]. Testimony also depends on the condition of women, particularly those who are alone and without male protection, whether from a father or a husband. Remarkable women, providing service after service, but anonymous women and, for certain men, quite tasteless and almost invisible.
January 19, 2021
Interesting title “Excellent Women”. Doesn’t every woman want to be an excellent woman? Well not if it means you are over 30, considered a spinster and at everyone’s disposal. You do good deeds and are expected to be a placid soul who just wants to be a door mat for everyone. Thanks goodness, I will never be considered an excellent woman!
This book was first published in 1952. Depicts post war London, where rationing is still in effect ( a celebration is in order if you have any meat), and the aftermath of bombing is still in evidence. I loved reading about that period of time and about the women of that time. Certainly very restricted and dominated by men.
Mildred was such an endearing character- she acquiesced to her expected role, but underneath she balked at it. After her new neighbours, the Napier’s moved into the lower flat, her eyes were opened to other possibilities.
“ Let me hasten to add that I am not at all like Jane Eyre, who must have given hope to so many plain women who tell their stories in the first person, nor have I ever thought of myself as being like her.” -Mildred.
“Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but it can sometimes be a little depressing.”-Mildred
“ I always think of you as being so very balanced and sensible, such an excellent woman. I do hope you’re not thinking of getting married.” William to Mildred.
This book is written in first person, so Mildred is front and centre throughout. She is an excellent woman, no doubt, but she has a rebellious side as well. This was such a delightful, humorous book. I absolutely loved it.
In saying that, I would love to see how a 20 - 40 year old would react to this novel. I could just envision the cringes and disbelief.
This book was first published in 1952. Depicts post war London, where rationing is still in effect ( a celebration is in order if you have any meat), and the aftermath of bombing is still in evidence. I loved reading about that period of time and about the women of that time. Certainly very restricted and dominated by men.
Mildred was such an endearing character- she acquiesced to her expected role, but underneath she balked at it. After her new neighbours, the Napier’s moved into the lower flat, her eyes were opened to other possibilities.
“ Let me hasten to add that I am not at all like Jane Eyre, who must have given hope to so many plain women who tell their stories in the first person, nor have I ever thought of myself as being like her.” -Mildred.
“Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but it can sometimes be a little depressing.”-Mildred
“ I always think of you as being so very balanced and sensible, such an excellent woman. I do hope you’re not thinking of getting married.” William to Mildred.
This book is written in first person, so Mildred is front and centre throughout. She is an excellent woman, no doubt, but she has a rebellious side as well. This was such a delightful, humorous book. I absolutely loved it.
In saying that, I would love to see how a 20 - 40 year old would react to this novel. I could just envision the cringes and disbelief.
April 24, 2023
زنان فوقالعاده یه فضای کلاسیک رو با یه نثر مدرن روایت میکنه. بصورت کلی بخوام بگم داستان چیز خاصی نداره، زندگی آدمهای معمولی و اتفاقات کاملا معمولی. اما چیزی که جذابش میکنه قدرت قلم و توصیف همین اتفاقانه که خیلی شفاف و ملموسن و خوندنشون خستهات نمیکنه.
من از بودن تو فضاش و گذروندن روزها با میلدرد لذت بردم.
من از بودن تو فضاش و گذروندن روزها با میلدرد لذت بردم.
December 6, 2021
It is completely absurd to set out to read this without a nice cup of tea at the side. The fact that its edition is a lovely one, hardback, part of the Virago Modern Classics Collection, with a wonderful design –Striped Petal—by Orla Kiely, makes a further argument for having the tea on a side table.
Barbara Pym had been under my radar, but I had not read any of her novels yet. This one came as part of my bookshop subscription and I was delighted when I opened the package. I was even more delighted once I began to read it. Not for nothing has she been compared to Jane Austen, Pym being the 20thCentury version.
This is a world that unfolds in some areas of London, restricted, with an ongoing churchy concern, and with the attitudes, more open, towards humanity of anthropologists. Observations about the differences between men and women (the excellent ones) also make their way into the lines of the novel, as delightful as sweet biscuits that heighten the taste of the tea. Humour, ever so subtle, is already in the title, an expression that Pym picked up from her literary ancestor, our dear Austen.
Humour the bookshop revealed to have when they sent me, the following month,The Adventures of Miss Barbara Pym.
April 27, 2013
I had such high hopes that I would love this book, and I did, so very much.
So many people had said that it was so good, that it was Barbara Pym’s best book, and when I realised that it was the story of a spinster, in her thirties in the fifties, my mind went spinning back.
Not to the fifties – I’m not that old – but to when my mother took me to church as a very small child. We always sat behind a row of elderly ladies, and I spent a long time looking at their backs and hats during dull sermons and lengthy intercessions. They always spoke to my mother – they had know her since she was a small girl coming to church with her own mother – and whenever something was going on, be it a coffee morning or a jumble sale, they were always there and they were always busy.
When I was a small girl I thought that they were ancient, but looking back I think most of them would have been in their sixties. Years layer my mother used to visit one of those ladies when she was housebound, and I remember my mother telling me that she was always so welcoming and so appreciative. Not long after she did her nephew appeared on our doorstep with two carved elephants. My mother had mentioned in passing that she remembered her parents having a similar pair, and she had made a note that nother was to have her elephants.
I’m rambling, but I’m going to come to the point now. Mildred Lathbury – the excellent woman who tells this story was so real, so utterly believable that I am quite prepared to believe that I might have been looking at her back and her hat back in the day.
Mildred Lathbury was the daughter of a clergyman, and she had been brought up in a country vicarage, but when she found herself alone in the world she moved to a small flat near the Anglican church that she regularly attended. She was a stalwart of that church and had formed a close friendship with Winifred Mallory. She was the vicar’s sister and, as both sister and brother were ummarried, they lived together in the vicarage. It had been suggested that Mildred would be an excellent wife for Julian Mallory …
New arrivals heralded change.
First new neighbours moved into the flat below Mildred’s. Helena Napier, an anthropologist, arrived first, and Mildred was taken aback when Helena spoke to her freely and frankly, when she announced that she didn’t go to church, when she said that she didn’t believe in housework. Her husband, Rockingham had just come out of the navy and was on his way home from Italy. Mildred wasn’t sure if she liked Helena but she was intrigued by her, and by new possibilities.
And then the Mallory’s decided to let a room. Allegra Grey was a clergyman’s widow and she seemed to be the ideal person to share the vicarage. She wasn’t, and some worked that out more quickly than others. There was much speculation, and a good deal of gossiping
Mildred’s relationship with the Napiers was lovely to watch. She was flattered to be asked for help and advice, and she came to realise that marriage was far, far more complicated than she had realised. And that she was rather more involved than she really wanted to be. Events at the vicarage offered interesting parallels and contrasts. Church events provided a wonderful backdrop. And I haven’t even mentioned Everest Bone …
Barbara Pym constructed her story so cleverly and told it beautifully. There is wit, intelligence and insight, and such a very light touch and a natural charm. A simple story, but the details made it sing. It was so very believable.
It offers a window to look clearly at a world that existed not so long ago, but that has changed now so completely.
Mildred’s voice rang completely true, and I did like her. She was a genuinely nice woman, practical intelligent, and dependable. She didn’t think marriage was the answer to everything, she liked having her independence and her own space, but she did rather like the idea of being married, of having a companion in life.
And now I have just one more word – excellent!
So many people had said that it was so good, that it was Barbara Pym’s best book, and when I realised that it was the story of a spinster, in her thirties in the fifties, my mind went spinning back.
Not to the fifties – I’m not that old – but to when my mother took me to church as a very small child. We always sat behind a row of elderly ladies, and I spent a long time looking at their backs and hats during dull sermons and lengthy intercessions. They always spoke to my mother – they had know her since she was a small girl coming to church with her own mother – and whenever something was going on, be it a coffee morning or a jumble sale, they were always there and they were always busy.
When I was a small girl I thought that they were ancient, but looking back I think most of them would have been in their sixties. Years layer my mother used to visit one of those ladies when she was housebound, and I remember my mother telling me that she was always so welcoming and so appreciative. Not long after she did her nephew appeared on our doorstep with two carved elephants. My mother had mentioned in passing that she remembered her parents having a similar pair, and she had made a note that nother was to have her elephants.
I’m rambling, but I’m going to come to the point now. Mildred Lathbury – the excellent woman who tells this story was so real, so utterly believable that I am quite prepared to believe that I might have been looking at her back and her hat back in the day.
Mildred Lathbury was the daughter of a clergyman, and she had been brought up in a country vicarage, but when she found herself alone in the world she moved to a small flat near the Anglican church that she regularly attended. She was a stalwart of that church and had formed a close friendship with Winifred Mallory. She was the vicar’s sister and, as both sister and brother were ummarried, they lived together in the vicarage. It had been suggested that Mildred would be an excellent wife for Julian Mallory …
New arrivals heralded change.
First new neighbours moved into the flat below Mildred’s. Helena Napier, an anthropologist, arrived first, and Mildred was taken aback when Helena spoke to her freely and frankly, when she announced that she didn’t go to church, when she said that she didn’t believe in housework. Her husband, Rockingham had just come out of the navy and was on his way home from Italy. Mildred wasn’t sure if she liked Helena but she was intrigued by her, and by new possibilities.
And then the Mallory’s decided to let a room. Allegra Grey was a clergyman’s widow and she seemed to be the ideal person to share the vicarage. She wasn’t, and some worked that out more quickly than others. There was much speculation, and a good deal of gossiping
Mildred’s relationship with the Napiers was lovely to watch. She was flattered to be asked for help and advice, and she came to realise that marriage was far, far more complicated than she had realised. And that she was rather more involved than she really wanted to be. Events at the vicarage offered interesting parallels and contrasts. Church events provided a wonderful backdrop. And I haven’t even mentioned Everest Bone …
Barbara Pym constructed her story so cleverly and told it beautifully. There is wit, intelligence and insight, and such a very light touch and a natural charm. A simple story, but the details made it sing. It was so very believable.
It offers a window to look clearly at a world that existed not so long ago, but that has changed now so completely.
Mildred’s voice rang completely true, and I did like her. She was a genuinely nice woman, practical intelligent, and dependable. She didn’t think marriage was the answer to everything, she liked having her independence and her own space, but she did rather like the idea of being married, of having a companion in life.
And now I have just one more word – excellent!
November 27, 2024
رمان زنان فوق العاده نوشتهی باربارا پیم،این نویسنده تا دههی ۱۹۷۰ شناخته نشده و قدر نادیده بود.
زنان فوق العاده،روایت آرام و یکنواخت و گاهی وقت ها هم کسل کننده میشد.
شخصیت اصلی داستان میلدرد لتبری که دختری مذهبی ،مجرد و تنها زندگی میکند.داستان با آشنا شدن میلدرد با خانم نی پیر و همسرش راکینگهام شروع میشه که قراره در آپارتمان محل زندگی میلدرد ساکن بشن.
در اینجا همراه میلدرد میشیم و کم کم با زندگیش و دغدغه هاش آشنا میشیم و همینطور شخصیت های دیگهی داستان.
کتاب رو دوست داشتم اما به نظرم نویسنده خیلی پرگویی کرده و باعث شده حجم کتاب زیاد بشه و بیشتر هم منو یاد قلم جین آستین مینداخت.
من بیشتر کتابهای نشر بیدگل رو نمیخرم،چون خیلی از کتاباشون تبلیغ میکنن.
بیشتر کتابهاشونو از فیدیبو میخونم.
تنها ویژگی که از این نشر دوست دارم اینکه ما رو با نویسنده های جدیدی آشنا میکند.
زنان فوق العاده،روایت آرام و یکنواخت و گاهی وقت ها هم کسل کننده میشد.
شخصیت اصلی داستان میلدرد لتبری که دختری مذهبی ،مجرد و تنها زندگی میکند.داستان با آشنا شدن میلدرد با خانم نی پیر و همسرش راکینگهام شروع میشه که قراره در آپارتمان محل زندگی میلدرد ساکن بشن.
در اینجا همراه میلدرد میشیم و کم کم با زندگیش و دغدغه هاش آشنا میشیم و همینطور شخصیت های دیگهی داستان.
کتاب رو دوست داشتم اما به نظرم نویسنده خیلی پرگویی کرده و باعث شده حجم کتاب زیاد بشه و بیشتر هم منو یاد قلم جین آستین مینداخت.
من بیشتر کتابهای نشر بیدگل رو نمیخرم،چون خیلی از کتاباشون تبلیغ میکنن.
بیشتر کتابهاشونو از فیدیبو میخونم.
تنها ویژگی که از این نشر دوست دارم اینکه ما رو با نویسنده های جدیدی آشنا میکند.
August 15, 2022
This was an enjoyable read but at least for me it started to drag a little over half way through. Not a whole lot happens in this novel, but a lot of action is not a necessary ingredient to make a 5-star read, eh? It just seemed that next-to-nothing was happening from chapter to chapter beyond the halfway point in this novel. So I wanted to give it 4 stars early on...anyhoo, I will give it 3 strong stars. (I read it for the first time in 1999 and gave it a C+).
I read a review from the New Yorker written by Thomas Mallon on a biography of Pym by Paula Byrne, “The Adventures of Miss Barbara Pym” (HarperCollins) and based on his comments, I will probably read next from her oeuvre ‘Quartet in Autumn’ (I gave the ‘The Sweet Dove Died’ 2 stars).
Some funny sentences that I wrote down (I used 2 pages, so there was a lot of humor throughout):
• The burden of keeping three people in toilet paper seemed to me rather a heavy one.
• She stubbed out her cigarette in a little dish that wasn’t meant to be an ashtray.
• Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but sometimes it can be a little depressing.
Sort of sad actually:
• I pulled myself up and told myself to stop these ridiculous thoughts, wondering why it is that we can never stop trying to analyze the motives of people who have no personal interest in us, in the vain hope of finding that perhaps they may have just a little interest after all.
The term “excellent women” is used at least five times in the novel, and it refers to spinsters who get involved in other people’s lives and with the church because there is nothing else going on in their lives (the main character is Mildred, daughter of a vicar who has passed away.
Notes:
• Shirley Hazzard and Philip Larkin were huge fans of Barbara Pym and championed her work.
• Virago Modern Classics has re-issued 9 of her novels.
Reviews:
• https://www.theguardian.com/books/200...
• https://mookseandgripes.com/reviews/2...
• https://www.literaryladiesguide.com/b...
I read a review from the New Yorker written by Thomas Mallon on a biography of Pym by Paula Byrne, “The Adventures of Miss Barbara Pym” (HarperCollins) and based on his comments, I will probably read next from her oeuvre ‘Quartet in Autumn’ (I gave the ‘The Sweet Dove Died’ 2 stars).
Some funny sentences that I wrote down (I used 2 pages, so there was a lot of humor throughout):
• The burden of keeping three people in toilet paper seemed to me rather a heavy one.
• She stubbed out her cigarette in a little dish that wasn’t meant to be an ashtray.
• Virtue is an excellent thing and we should all strive after it, but sometimes it can be a little depressing.
Sort of sad actually:
• I pulled myself up and told myself to stop these ridiculous thoughts, wondering why it is that we can never stop trying to analyze the motives of people who have no personal interest in us, in the vain hope of finding that perhaps they may have just a little interest after all.
The term “excellent women” is used at least five times in the novel, and it refers to spinsters who get involved in other people’s lives and with the church because there is nothing else going on in their lives (the main character is Mildred, daughter of a vicar who has passed away.
Notes:
• Shirley Hazzard and Philip Larkin were huge fans of Barbara Pym and championed her work.
• Virago Modern Classics has re-issued 9 of her novels.
Reviews:
• https://www.theguardian.com/books/200...
• https://mookseandgripes.com/reviews/2...
• https://www.literaryladiesguide.com/b...
December 26, 2021
George Gissing’s “odd women” have become Barbara Pym’s “excellent” ones. The latter are also odd, but then so is everyone in Pym’s humorous, even hilarious at times (okay, definitely one time), novel. The Victorian women Gissing’s Rhoda wanted to train for the workforce, the ones who were too many to be married off, have now, post WWII, gone into the workforce—or not. If these excellent (unmarried) women are financially independent, they volunteer, especially at their church; they organize fundraising activities; they sew curtains for curates; they make endless cups of tea for meetings; they wash up after; they are amanuenses. In other words (and in Pym’s words) they still do all the jobs men don’t want to do.
The first-person narrator is self-aware, but also not. She tricks herself into thinking she’s not attracted to certain men—of course, it’s a defense mechanism. Even though she reads cookbooks to help herself fall asleep, she’s a reader of poetry as well, an imaginative person. She tells herself stories on her walks; she gets things “wrong” (and right) as storytellers are wont to do. I’m always impressed when authors pull off a first-person narrator telling the reader more than the narrator herself is aware she’s giving away.
I found that the book got funnier as it went along. I chuckled out loud at a line near the end and had to reread it, wondering if it was audacity on Pym’s part or an innuendo that wouldn’t have meant what it might mean now. Regardless, it was hilarious (at least to me).
The first-person narrator is self-aware, but also not. She tricks herself into thinking she’s not attracted to certain men—of course, it’s a defense mechanism. Even though she reads cookbooks to help herself fall asleep, she’s a reader of poetry as well, an imaginative person. She tells herself stories on her walks; she gets things “wrong” (and right) as storytellers are wont to do. I’m always impressed when authors pull off a first-person narrator telling the reader more than the narrator herself is aware she’s giving away.
I found that the book got funnier as it went along. I chuckled out loud at a line near the end and had to reread it, wondering if it was audacity on Pym’s part or an innuendo that wouldn’t have meant what it might mean now. Regardless, it was hilarious (at least to me).
May 31, 2025
To be honest, I'm not a Barbara Pym fan. But I have enjoyed two of her works so far. Although she is not for me, I can understand her appeal to the reading public. Her works are comforting reads to those who could overlook the repetitive mundane doings of daily life. My very first read of her disappointed me, but since then, I have learned what to expect from her and am pleased to have enjoyed my next two reads.
It is generally claimed that the Excellent Women is Barbara Pym's best work. While I'll keep quiet on the point since I've not read enough of her works to qualify to comment, I can understand why it has won such acclaim. Mildred Lathbury is the do-gooder, who, because she is unmarried and has no family of her own and has the time to spare, everyone thinks that she is somehow duty-bound to help them out of their difficulties. The church, the workplace, the neighbours, and even the eligible bachelors she meets seem to take undue advantage of her goodness and vulnerability. Although it annoyed the hell out of me to see Mildred passively submitting to everyone's beck and call, one cannot deny the sad truth that society is not much advanced from Pym's time and that society still takes undue advantage of good-hearted people like Mildred.
Barbara Pym's stories are not plot-driven in the strictest sense. She is more interested in creating and developing her characters. However, at times, this doesn't work well. For instance, in Excellent Women, although most of the major characters become mature and develop through the course of the story, Mildred remains the same dull and insipid person. Throughout the story, Mildred is portrayed as the passive submissive woman who lets everybody walks over her. It was kind of frustrating to see the protagonist of the story portrayed as a weakling.
The story held my interest for the most part, but the final quarter became a bit boring. It almost felt like Barbara Pym didn't know what she was doing and was vaguely waving her pen with the finishing touch. It made me fall into a torpor and didn't much care what happened to Mildred at the end.
I'm not too sure if I want to read any more of Barbara Pym. But I'm glad to have read her, and happy to have enjoyed a couple of her works.
More of my reviews can be found at http://piyangiejay.com/
It is generally claimed that the Excellent Women is Barbara Pym's best work. While I'll keep quiet on the point since I've not read enough of her works to qualify to comment, I can understand why it has won such acclaim. Mildred Lathbury is the do-gooder, who, because she is unmarried and has no family of her own and has the time to spare, everyone thinks that she is somehow duty-bound to help them out of their difficulties. The church, the workplace, the neighbours, and even the eligible bachelors she meets seem to take undue advantage of her goodness and vulnerability. Although it annoyed the hell out of me to see Mildred passively submitting to everyone's beck and call, one cannot deny the sad truth that society is not much advanced from Pym's time and that society still takes undue advantage of good-hearted people like Mildred.
Barbara Pym's stories are not plot-driven in the strictest sense. She is more interested in creating and developing her characters. However, at times, this doesn't work well. For instance, in Excellent Women, although most of the major characters become mature and develop through the course of the story, Mildred remains the same dull and insipid person. Throughout the story, Mildred is portrayed as the passive submissive woman who lets everybody walks over her. It was kind of frustrating to see the protagonist of the story portrayed as a weakling.
The story held my interest for the most part, but the final quarter became a bit boring. It almost felt like Barbara Pym didn't know what she was doing and was vaguely waving her pen with the finishing touch. It made me fall into a torpor and didn't much care what happened to Mildred at the end.
I'm not too sure if I want to read any more of Barbara Pym. But I'm glad to have read her, and happy to have enjoyed a couple of her works.
More of my reviews can be found at http://piyangiejay.com/
February 7, 2017
I did not like this book. I found it a total bore from start to finish. I didn't laugh once. It is supposed to have satirical humor. I found no humor at all.
The book is about a single woman, Mildred Lathbury. She is in her thirties. She is living in London near Victoria Station in the years following the Second World War. History is scarcely referred to other than mention of food rationing, a lack of commodities and a bombed building or two. Her days consist of eating - meals and tea - over and over again. How one can eat a meal and go an hour later to tea and an hour later to the next meal is beyond me. If not sipping tea or munching on bread and jam, often in the company of a friend, she is arranging a church jumble sale, a church bazaar or some other church function. Her father had been a clergyman. Both mother and father are now dead. Other than these things she is constantly, constantly helping her acquaintances, to the extent of total self-effacement! Or …..wondering about love. Is she happy? No. And so life continues.
My God, why doesn't she put her foot down? Setting no limits, doing everything for everybody, she is used by all. A person must set limits, don't you think? No, women do not have to get married, but they do have to do something of interest with their lives. Ordinary lives are fine as long as they give one a modicum of self-fulfillment, and I do not believe Mildred Lathbury comes near to any such feeling. This is how I see the book. You may see it differently.
The Hachette audiobook is said to be narrated by Jonathan Keeble, but that is wrong; he only reads the two introductions. Don't worry, they don't say very much; only very general information about the author's writing is set forth. It is Jerry Halligan who reads the story. She reads at a good pace and with appropriate intonations for the story's diverse characters. The narration is fine.
This book annoyed me. If you let yourself be stepped on, whose fault is that?
The book is about a single woman, Mildred Lathbury. She is in her thirties. She is living in London near Victoria Station in the years following the Second World War. History is scarcely referred to other than mention of food rationing, a lack of commodities and a bombed building or two. Her days consist of eating - meals and tea - over and over again. How one can eat a meal and go an hour later to tea and an hour later to the next meal is beyond me. If not sipping tea or munching on bread and jam, often in the company of a friend, she is arranging a church jumble sale, a church bazaar or some other church function. Her father had been a clergyman. Both mother and father are now dead. Other than these things she is constantly, constantly helping her acquaintances, to the extent of total self-effacement! Or …..wondering about love. Is she happy? No. And so life continues.
My God, why doesn't she put her foot down? Setting no limits, doing everything for everybody, she is used by all. A person must set limits, don't you think? No, women do not have to get married, but they do have to do something of interest with their lives. Ordinary lives are fine as long as they give one a modicum of self-fulfillment, and I do not believe Mildred Lathbury comes near to any such feeling. This is how I see the book. You may see it differently.
The Hachette audiobook is said to be narrated by Jonathan Keeble, but that is wrong; he only reads the two introductions. Don't worry, they don't say very much; only very general information about the author's writing is set forth. It is Jerry Halligan who reads the story. She reads at a good pace and with appropriate intonations for the story's diverse characters. The narration is fine.
This book annoyed me. If you let yourself be stepped on, whose fault is that?
July 21, 2021
The statement made by Mildred Lathbury in chapter one of the first page of this book sets the scene for this quite remarkable work.
I suppose an unmarried woman just over thirty, who lives alone and has no apparent ties, must expect to find herself involved or interested in other people's business, and if she is also a clergyman's daughter then one might really say that there is no hope for her.
Living in an apartment in a house, in a shabby part of London, where she has to share the bathroom with another couple, the arrival of the Napiers - Helen an anthropologist and her husband Rockingham (AKA Rocky) who is in the Navy - proves to be intriguing. Also, what an extraordinary name he has!
Strange, old fashioned names stud the book: Everard Bone, a colleague of Helen Napier; Mr Mallett and Mr Conybeare - church wardens; Julian Malory, the Vicar and his sister Mildred, etc.
The story (set after the end of the Second World War, with its ration cards) on the whole is rather dull and uninteresting. Nevertheless, the way that the book is written is quite inspiring and a pleasure to read.
I also was rather taken with the poetry that is shown throughout the book.
The one by Christina Rossetti is quite touching:
"Better by far you should forget and smile,
Than that you should remember and be sad ..."
I just couldn't put this amazing book down and I'm now reading "Some Tame Gazelle" by Barbara Pym.
I suppose an unmarried woman just over thirty, who lives alone and has no apparent ties, must expect to find herself involved or interested in other people's business, and if she is also a clergyman's daughter then one might really say that there is no hope for her.
Living in an apartment in a house, in a shabby part of London, where she has to share the bathroom with another couple, the arrival of the Napiers - Helen an anthropologist and her husband Rockingham (AKA Rocky) who is in the Navy - proves to be intriguing. Also, what an extraordinary name he has!
Strange, old fashioned names stud the book: Everard Bone, a colleague of Helen Napier; Mr Mallett and Mr Conybeare - church wardens; Julian Malory, the Vicar and his sister Mildred, etc.
The story (set after the end of the Second World War, with its ration cards) on the whole is rather dull and uninteresting. Nevertheless, the way that the book is written is quite inspiring and a pleasure to read.
I also was rather taken with the poetry that is shown throughout the book.
The one by Christina Rossetti is quite touching:
"Better by far you should forget and smile,
Than that you should remember and be sad ..."
I just couldn't put this amazing book down and I'm now reading "Some Tame Gazelle" by Barbara Pym.
March 27, 2022
This is my introduction to the writing of Barbara Pym and thanks to Constant Reader’s Classics Corner for scheduling it for April. Mildred Lathbury, one of the titled “excellent women,” narrates the novel, introducing us to all of her neighbors, acquaintances, fellow church-goers, and the neighborhoods she travels through that are still recovering from the war.
Mildred’s humor is sly and subversive and subtle, often aimed at the men around her, though women too come in for some barbed comments. Many comments apply to all the excellent women who seem to live to serve the various needs of the unmarried gentlemen in their lives. Mildred is a fine example.
The humor is almost always confined to Mildred’s thoughts, interspersed as a silent aside during conversation or after activities. Just quietly slipped into the text where too quick a read might miss it. Toward the end of the novel, I found myself chuckling or laughing out loud more and more. I would happily have read on and on. Pym left me wanting more. I will check out more of her library in the future.
Mildred’s humor is sly and subversive and subtle, often aimed at the men around her, though women too come in for some barbed comments. Many comments apply to all the excellent women who seem to live to serve the various needs of the unmarried gentlemen in their lives. Mildred is a fine example.
The humor is almost always confined to Mildred’s thoughts, interspersed as a silent aside during conversation or after activities. Just quietly slipped into the text where too quick a read might miss it. Toward the end of the novel, I found myself chuckling or laughing out loud more and more. I would happily have read on and on. Pym left me wanting more. I will check out more of her library in the future.
September 27, 2024
Maybe it’s that my reading habits have changed or perhaps it’s that I’m open to exploring different genres- I had seen Pyms name in plenty of reviews yet always avoided her, assuming I would not like her style- what a mistake that was!
Mildred is the ultimate excellent woman, constantly thinking of others, a good listener, volunteer and above all tea maker ‘for every occasion’ as Rocky remarks.
I won’t delve into the plot but Pym’s descriptions of every day mundane matters were so acutely observed and the eccentric elder ladies reminded me of the dear old spinsters in my parents parish - I’m wondering if they are a feature of every little country village? ! Not quite 5 stars as I hoped for a Cinderella fairy tale ending but great fun nonetheless. Many thanks to Lori for the suggestion to read together which made it all the more enjoyable.
Mildred is the ultimate excellent woman, constantly thinking of others, a good listener, volunteer and above all tea maker ‘for every occasion’ as Rocky remarks.
I won’t delve into the plot but Pym’s descriptions of every day mundane matters were so acutely observed and the eccentric elder ladies reminded me of the dear old spinsters in my parents parish - I’m wondering if they are a feature of every little country village? ! Not quite 5 stars as I hoped for a Cinderella fairy tale ending but great fun nonetheless. Many thanks to Lori for the suggestion to read together which made it all the more enjoyable.
September 4, 2021
I enjoyed Barbara Pym's writing. I can see why she is called 20th century Jane Austen, and I quite agree with the comparison. I loved her mastery of subtle understatement, her ability to flash out the irony of everyday existence and of routine hypocrisy by hinting at it between the lines rather than by writing her message in capital letters -- the result is much more effective.
I'm tired of modern bestsellers repeatedly drumming their messages of high importance into my ears and drilling them into my head, à la modern Hollywood movie. I'm also not a fan of the modern tendency to interpret literary fiction as the kind of writing which should inevitably reward its readers with a headache and make its message, if it has any, forever obscured by the many layers of being clever and literary.
So it's no wonder "Excellent Women" appealed to me. It is so refreshing when the writer trusts both her own talent to tell the story without spelling everything out (or unnecessary obfuscating whatever she has to tell) and the mental capacity of her readers to appreciate the irony and the subtlety.
Although "Excellent Women" leaves a bitter-sweet aftertaste of sadness, the reading experience is deeply satisfactory. The setting is very British, the characters too, of course, and the times have changed, but just like it is with Jane Austen's novels, people are always people, and insights into their nature are never dull or outdated when told by a talented and masterful writer.
I'll be sure to read more of Barbara Pym's novels.
I'm tired of modern bestsellers repeatedly drumming their messages of high importance into my ears and drilling them into my head, à la modern Hollywood movie. I'm also not a fan of the modern tendency to interpret literary fiction as the kind of writing which should inevitably reward its readers with a headache and make its message, if it has any, forever obscured by the many layers of being clever and literary.
So it's no wonder "Excellent Women" appealed to me. It is so refreshing when the writer trusts both her own talent to tell the story without spelling everything out (or unnecessary obfuscating whatever she has to tell) and the mental capacity of her readers to appreciate the irony and the subtlety.
Although "Excellent Women" leaves a bitter-sweet aftertaste of sadness, the reading experience is deeply satisfactory. The setting is very British, the characters too, of course, and the times have changed, but just like it is with Jane Austen's novels, people are always people, and insights into their nature are never dull or outdated when told by a talented and masterful writer.
I'll be sure to read more of Barbara Pym's novels.
February 19, 2022
“I was so astonished that I could think of nothing to say, but wondered irrelevantly if I was to be caught with a teapot in my hand on every dramatic occasion.”
Excellent Women is a 1952 comedy of manners set in 1950s Britain. It provides a look at relationships and life in post-war England. With its sharp wit and biting irony, I could not have found a more enjoyable book to read or (new to me) author to explore.
Mildred Lathbury is an intelligent, amicable keen observer who reluctantly becomes entangled with helping others out of troubling situations. Self-depreciating at times, “I suppose an unmarried woman just over thirty, who lives alone and has no apparent ties, must expect to find herself involved or interested in other people's business, and if she is also a clergyman's daughter then one might really say that there is no hope for her.”
Mildred lives in a divided house that shares a bathroom with the other tenant. Her new neighbors, Helena and Rocky Napier, an anthropologist, and a military officer, brings unexpected energy to her little abode. Through them, Mildred is exposed to an up-close view of marriage and through Helena’s work a new acquaintance in Everard Bone.
Being an “excellent woman” herself, Mildred is a volunteer worker helping women and the local church. Julian Malory, the next-door vicar, and his sister Winifred are friends of Mildred’s and of the church in which she attends. Dora Caldicote is an old school friend and roommate of Mildred’s that recently moved out to accept a teaching position. Dora and her brother William make up the realm of Mildred’s peers.
I listened to the audio narrated by Jayne Entwistle, whom I am a huge fan of and recommend her work. Entwistle’s voice added the perfect edge to Mildred’s thoughts and mumblings that added to the feel of the character. This is an excellent book to listen too. In fact, I listened to it twice because it was so charming.
Hearing Jayne Entwistle’s voice paired with Barbara Pym’s characterization of Mildred Lathbury, I could not help but think of Alan Bradley’s delightfully intelligent and sharp-witted teen character, Flavia de Luce (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie). Pym’s character could be the source from which Flavia was molded. Despite the age difference in the characters, they both live in 1950s England, display a knack for wit drawn from observation, and find it hard to avoid doing anything they feel is their duty.
I loved how Pym frequently weaves the condescending reference about “excellent women” into the story. Through the simplistic plot and subplot, the reader is shown distinct types of men, women, and relationships. You get a feel for the changing norm regarding manners and the emerging role of women in this time.
This is a book I will treasure returning to again. It’s no wonder why it is included on notable reading lists. Not much happens in the story, it is the relationships, flaws, and humor that are satisfying. If you are a fan of Cold Comfort Farm or Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, be sure read Excellent Women.
Excellent Women is a 1952 comedy of manners set in 1950s Britain. It provides a look at relationships and life in post-war England. With its sharp wit and biting irony, I could not have found a more enjoyable book to read or (new to me) author to explore.
Mildred Lathbury is an intelligent, amicable keen observer who reluctantly becomes entangled with helping others out of troubling situations. Self-depreciating at times, “I suppose an unmarried woman just over thirty, who lives alone and has no apparent ties, must expect to find herself involved or interested in other people's business, and if she is also a clergyman's daughter then one might really say that there is no hope for her.”
Mildred lives in a divided house that shares a bathroom with the other tenant. Her new neighbors, Helena and Rocky Napier, an anthropologist, and a military officer, brings unexpected energy to her little abode. Through them, Mildred is exposed to an up-close view of marriage and through Helena’s work a new acquaintance in Everard Bone.
Being an “excellent woman” herself, Mildred is a volunteer worker helping women and the local church. Julian Malory, the next-door vicar, and his sister Winifred are friends of Mildred’s and of the church in which she attends. Dora Caldicote is an old school friend and roommate of Mildred’s that recently moved out to accept a teaching position. Dora and her brother William make up the realm of Mildred’s peers.
I listened to the audio narrated by Jayne Entwistle, whom I am a huge fan of and recommend her work. Entwistle’s voice added the perfect edge to Mildred’s thoughts and mumblings that added to the feel of the character. This is an excellent book to listen too. In fact, I listened to it twice because it was so charming.
Hearing Jayne Entwistle’s voice paired with Barbara Pym’s characterization of Mildred Lathbury, I could not help but think of Alan Bradley’s delightfully intelligent and sharp-witted teen character, Flavia de Luce (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie). Pym’s character could be the source from which Flavia was molded. Despite the age difference in the characters, they both live in 1950s England, display a knack for wit drawn from observation, and find it hard to avoid doing anything they feel is their duty.
I loved how Pym frequently weaves the condescending reference about “excellent women” into the story. Through the simplistic plot and subplot, the reader is shown distinct types of men, women, and relationships. You get a feel for the changing norm regarding manners and the emerging role of women in this time.
This is a book I will treasure returning to again. It’s no wonder why it is included on notable reading lists. Not much happens in the story, it is the relationships, flaws, and humor that are satisfying. If you are a fan of Cold Comfort Farm or Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day, be sure read Excellent Women.
January 11, 2024
I've decided that I need to re-read all of Barbara Pym's novels this year. Her quiet comedies of manners, with their wry observations on human nature, should provide a refreshing antidote to those realities of the 21st century that have a tendency to put a damper on my spirits.
Excellent Women is considered one of Pym's best, and rightly so. The protagonist, Mildred Lathbury, is an unmarried 30-something clergyman's daughter living alone in a flat in a postwar London neighborhood. Like all "excellent women", she does good works in support of her church and is an active part of her local community. She is comfortable in her well-ordered, uneventful life.
Until Helena Napier, an anthropologist newly returned from Africa, and her charming, handsome naval officer husband Rocky move into the upstairs flat. Mildred, always prepared to offer help whether in the form of a cup of tea or a nonjudgmental ear into which others pour their woes, becomes enmeshed in the Napier's fractious marriage, and through them, with Helena's anthropological collaborator, Everard Bone.
Meanwhile, down the street at the vicarage, exotic Allegra Gray moves into an empty upstairs flat, turning the lives of the vicar Julian Malory and his unmarried sister Winifred upside down. Inevitably Mildred becomes entangled with the events surrounding this threesome as well.
Pym renders deft portraits of not only these principal characters, but the others who populate Mildred's world. Her former flat mate Dora, a teacher who engages in heated arguments about whether her girls must wear hats at chapel, and Dora's civil servant brother who takes Mildred to lunch once a year and complains when his office is moved because different pigeons come to the window. Everard Bone's eccentric mother, deeply concerned with a variety of troublesome issues, particularly woodworms. Mildred's Welsh cleaning woman, who has strong opinions about the Napiers and Allegra Gray. And of course, all the other excellent women of the parish.
Mildred frequently doesn't quite know what to make of all of this, but through the course of the book loses much of her self-doubt and gains perspective on her place in the world. She is definitely one of my favorite fictional women.
Toward the end of the book, when Mildred becomes a bit less accepting of the wisdom of maintaining a strict order to everything, comes this scene at a planning meeting for the next jumble sale:
“Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea, I thought, as I watched Miss Statham filling the heavy teapot. Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look, 'Do we need tea? she echoed. 'But Miss Lathbury...' She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind. I mumbled something about making a joke and that of course one needed tea always, at every hour of the day or night.”
(I will confess that I found myself drinking more than my usual allotment of tea while reading this book. I anticipate downing gallons by the time I've finished all the books.)
Excellent Women is considered one of Pym's best, and rightly so. The protagonist, Mildred Lathbury, is an unmarried 30-something clergyman's daughter living alone in a flat in a postwar London neighborhood. Like all "excellent women", she does good works in support of her church and is an active part of her local community. She is comfortable in her well-ordered, uneventful life.
Until Helena Napier, an anthropologist newly returned from Africa, and her charming, handsome naval officer husband Rocky move into the upstairs flat. Mildred, always prepared to offer help whether in the form of a cup of tea or a nonjudgmental ear into which others pour their woes, becomes enmeshed in the Napier's fractious marriage, and through them, with Helena's anthropological collaborator, Everard Bone.
Meanwhile, down the street at the vicarage, exotic Allegra Gray moves into an empty upstairs flat, turning the lives of the vicar Julian Malory and his unmarried sister Winifred upside down. Inevitably Mildred becomes entangled with the events surrounding this threesome as well.
Pym renders deft portraits of not only these principal characters, but the others who populate Mildred's world. Her former flat mate Dora, a teacher who engages in heated arguments about whether her girls must wear hats at chapel, and Dora's civil servant brother who takes Mildred to lunch once a year and complains when his office is moved because different pigeons come to the window. Everard Bone's eccentric mother, deeply concerned with a variety of troublesome issues, particularly woodworms. Mildred's Welsh cleaning woman, who has strong opinions about the Napiers and Allegra Gray. And of course, all the other excellent women of the parish.
Mildred frequently doesn't quite know what to make of all of this, but through the course of the book loses much of her self-doubt and gains perspective on her place in the world. She is definitely one of my favorite fictional women.
Toward the end of the book, when Mildred becomes a bit less accepting of the wisdom of maintaining a strict order to everything, comes this scene at a planning meeting for the next jumble sale:
“Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea, I thought, as I watched Miss Statham filling the heavy teapot. Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look, 'Do we need tea? she echoed. 'But Miss Lathbury...' She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind. I mumbled something about making a joke and that of course one needed tea always, at every hour of the day or night.”
(I will confess that I found myself drinking more than my usual allotment of tea while reading this book. I anticipate downing gallons by the time I've finished all the books.)
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February 18, 2024
2-Stars - "It Was OK, But Not For Me" - DNF @ 49%
Despite quite pleasant dialogue, and equally pleasant narration by Gerri Halligan, listening to this audiobook became a chore. However, I can appreciate why many female and some male reviewers loved this book.
The "Englishness" of the setting, the characters, and the story-line were attractive and not foreign to me. I was just a young lad during the era in which this book was staged and my English-born stepfather, an Australian naval officer, demanded that his two adopted sons treat all women with the same courtesy and respect drilled into him by his own father, a British naval officer. He even insisted we call our beloved Mum, "Mother", considering use of "Mum" to be disrespectful🙄.
I wanted Excellent Women to 'go' somewhere, but the storyline was determined to stay put. There were quite a few incongruous characters dithering between numerous High and Low Anglican churches, and our heroine, Mildred Lathbury, seemed attracted in some way to all of them. Beset with good manners and good intentions, Mildred was not a character likely to be loved by this old curmudgeon.
From my Listening Activity:
January 10, 2024: "GR friend, Barbara K, posted a delightful review today, so I bought the book from Audible immediately!"
February 10, 2024: "I don't wish to 'damn with faint praise', but the first 2.5 hours have been very pleasant listening. However, being an old curmudgeon, I'm not sure just how much of this pleasantry and persiflage I can tolerate.🤔"
February 11, 2024: "Previously: ...being an old curmudgeon, I'm not sure just how much of this pleasantry and persiflage I can tolerate".
The answer: not much! Listening to half the book has been enough to decide that this 'smiling' and 'pleasant' book is simply not for me."
Despite quite pleasant dialogue, and equally pleasant narration by Gerri Halligan, listening to this audiobook became a chore. However, I can appreciate why many female and some male reviewers loved this book.
The "Englishness" of the setting, the characters, and the story-line were attractive and not foreign to me. I was just a young lad during the era in which this book was staged and my English-born stepfather, an Australian naval officer, demanded that his two adopted sons treat all women with the same courtesy and respect drilled into him by his own father, a British naval officer. He even insisted we call our beloved Mum, "Mother", considering use of "Mum" to be disrespectful🙄.
I wanted Excellent Women to 'go' somewhere, but the storyline was determined to stay put. There were quite a few incongruous characters dithering between numerous High and Low Anglican churches, and our heroine, Mildred Lathbury, seemed attracted in some way to all of them. Beset with good manners and good intentions, Mildred was not a character likely to be loved by this old curmudgeon.
From my Listening Activity:
January 10, 2024: "GR friend, Barbara K, posted a delightful review today, so I bought the book from Audible immediately!"
February 10, 2024: "I don't wish to 'damn with faint praise', but the first 2.5 hours have been very pleasant listening. However, being an old curmudgeon, I'm not sure just how much of this pleasantry and persiflage I can tolerate.🤔"
February 11, 2024: "Previously: ...being an old curmudgeon, I'm not sure just how much of this pleasantry and persiflage I can tolerate".
The answer: not much! Listening to half the book has been enough to decide that this 'smiling' and 'pleasant' book is simply not for me."
September 5, 2017
Just what I was looking for! This is charming, witty and introduced me to the wonderfully observant Mildred Lathbury. My first book by Pym, but not my last!
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