Technically, Exploits Of The Chalet Girls isn't one of Elinor M. Brent-Dyer's best, not even in the early glory days of the Tyrol - when both she and her characters are truly at the top of their game. I've re-read this book a few times over the years, but never really registered it as one of my favourites in this era. Strictly speaking, too, nothing much at all happens for a series constructed around incidents, adventures, and - as the title would have it - exploits. Nonetheless, revisiting it this time gave me an appreciation of even Brent-Dyer's filler novels, which remain rich with character and detail, told in so charmingly descriptive a way.
This winter term in the annals of the Chalet School is actually unusual because, for one thing, winter doesn't start until halfway through the book. An unusually long and hot autumn forms the backdrop for this book in which one of the School's most difficult cases, Thekla von Stift, arrives. Thekla immediately sticks out for her snobbish philosophy: raised the daughter of a lofty army official, she is horrified that she must mingle and cohabit with girls from the lower classes. It sets up a series of quite spectacular confrontations, before winter arrives, tempers cool and Thekla retreats into the background. It's unusual too that, even when the snows come, no girls fall off mountains or shatter the ice coating the rivers.
That is, effectively, what makes the book so odd. Even if the series doesn't fall into a pattern in its latter half that has already begun with Eustacia Goes To The Chalet School, which it evidently does, it's odd to have an uppity, quite horrible new girl thrown into the mix with no sign of a genuine comeuppance or lesson learnt. Instead, Brent-Dyer seems to make a halfhearted attempt in the latter half of the book to downplay Thekla's brusque and difficult sides - perhaps saving larger conflagrations for future novels.
Indeed, it's possible to argue that not very much happens in this term. Brent-Dyer dwells on the half-term spent at the Sonnalpe for a good four chapters of the book, filling it with walks, a thunderstorm and a snow-fight - but, truly, it amounts to nothing much. Apart from a hugely amusing episode featuring Evadne Lannis and her nemesis, the chemistry laboratory, the rest of the term settles down too into the gently entertaining Staff Evening and Madge Russell's Christmas Pageant to outdo everything she's produced before.
Why, then, does this book rate so highly? For one thing, it's proof positive of Brent-Dyer's surprisingly liberal, tolerant attitude towards matters big, small, religious and political. It seemed natural to me as a child, reading it, and I'm sure I picked up many of its ideas through osmosis. Reading the book and series as an adult is almost astonishing: in a world so rife with religious and political tension, Brent-Dyer seems to have picked apart these notions and distilled them to the core ideas of love and tolerance for her readers. It's a staggering achievement considering that she was writing on the brink of the Second World War, but here we have long passages dissecting Thekla's unfortunately arrogant Junker attitude and her classist notions, which are presented as evidently wrong and bigoted. Brent-Dyer makes mention of the growing effect of Hitler Youth, mentioning that Thekla's brother has imbibed its values and hinting that he has done so to his detriment. These are mostly passing references, to be sure, but they do presage the uncanny brilliance that will come in The Chalet School In Exile.
It's also a delight to follow along as Brent-Dyer continues to deepen her world and universe, a school-bound story which, unusually for the genre, features input from adults and mistresses almost as heavily as from the schoolgirls themselves. And so, alongside Joey and her ongoing desire to remain young, we have old girls Juliet Carrick and Grizel Cochrane returning to become mistresses themselves in the Annexe at the Sonnalpe. We have mistresses - Miss Wilson, for instance, a great favourite of mine and in the school - participating in snow-fights and the teasing indignities inflicted upon their august persons by the cheeky fun of Staff Evening. It presents a deeper, more evolved picture for an adult reader than, say, Enid Blyton's St. Clare's or Mallory Towers series.
In effect, Exploits isn't really one of the standouts in the series for me. But it's one in a long, enjoyable chain - at the moment - of really solid books in the series, benefitting enormously at this point from the freshness of the story, the characters and Brent-Dyer herself.