I've known about C.L.R. James's academic work and his prominent status as a radical, black intellectual for a long time, but what I didn't realise was that he originally wanted to write fiction. Unfortunately after reading this, I have an inkling of why that ambition never really worked out. As part of Bernadine Evaristo's wider project to resurrect classic work by black authors, Penguin recently reissued Minty Alley his only published novel from 1936. It's set in Trinidad in the 1920s. At the heart of the story, and eventually the action, is a young man Haynes whose life changes when his mother dies. Haynes is middle-class, solitary and inexperienced, he works in a bookshop and spends his spare time immersed in books. Suddenly forced to cut back on his spending he rents a room in the working-class Minty Alley where he's set to receive a very different education in the ways of the world. His new home's dominated by women, the only other man's the libidinous Benoit whose increasingly notorious affairs are about to disrupt this settled household. When all hell breaks loose, Haynes shifts from outside observer to something similar to Arthur Clennam's role in Little Dorrit, everyone's suddenly rushing to get his opinion on the latest scandal.
Minty Alley is a realist, slice-of-life story but it never really develops, it works well up until the point when Benoit's multiple infidelities are revealed but then it seems to stagnate, and James's seems to be continually circling, endlessly going over the same ground but with minor variations. Much of the narrative consists of conversations between Haynes and the Minty Alley women. Beyond these characters there's a curious feeling of absence, like watching a stage play confined in space and time. What's outside this house's boundary resembles a painted backdrop, barely referenced, except for brief anecdotes that crop up in the dialogue between Haynes and his housemates. What's strikingly clear is how rigidly stratified Trinidadian society was at the time, particularly around class, gender, and colourism. There are hints too of a complex series of negotiations between the modern and the traditional starting to have an impact on the local culture and the community. All of which I found fascinating but disappointingly the more I read, the harder I found it to sustain my interest.