The Varied Portrait of Barbara Pym: A Review of the Post-1985 Critical Explosion

Abstract

Since the discovery of British author Barbara Pym in 1977 when she was cited by both Philip Larkin and Sir David Cecil as the most ignored contemporary novelist, there has been a growing number of Pym readers and critics. But as yet there is little agreement in the Academy as to whether Pym is good merely for recalling sabbaticals in England or whether she is to be viewed as a serious and important novelist. The assessment of Pym's work is complicated by its complex tone: it is difficult to decide whether the humor is gentle laughing at our more absurd moments, or whether behind the (as Pym put it) cozy mood there is a much bleaker world view, perhaps bleaker than Pym herself was willing to acknowledge. This disagreement about tone has been evident at every MLA session on Pym's work I have attended. In the brief discussion following the reading of papers there has usually been an exchange between the Pym fanciers, dressed in tweed (looking not too dissimilar from Pym's academic Esther Clovis with her hair like a dog) who mainly want to worship the world Pym created and insist that her works are entirely celebratory; in opposition there are those critics, usually not in tweed, who insist that the works are much darker, that the good humor of the author and characters is close to desperation, for the world of the novels echoes Eliot's Waste Land. The more usual Pym comparison is to Jane Austen, and although there are some general similarities, the most revealing parallel may be between reader reactions. More than a few Janeites read Austen not for her insights, or even her irony; instead Austen is used as a non-prescription tranquilizer. The result is not very illuminating for the novels, and, as recent biographies of Austen have shown, creates an idealization of the author which obscures Austen's more disturbing world. The nature of Pym's work has been similarly obscured by the autobiography, A Very Private Eye (New York: Dutton, 1984), edited by Hilary Walton and Hazel Holt, Pym's sister and her friend and literary executor. The sections chosen from Pym's unpublished papers, along with the editorial comments, seem determined to demonstrate Pym as a nice and well balanced person. This view may even be essentially accurate, but the work as a whole did not further any notion of Pym as a serious novelist; instead we were treated to more anecdotes about how and cozy life in England can be. Beyond this autobiography a growing number of critical studies have been published since Pym's death in 1980. It is the purpose of this essay to briefly survey the next step in the acceptance of Pym by the Academy, the book-length study of the author. Even here, however, the critics seem divided as to whether Pym is a serious novelist or merely a charming friend, more prized for eccentricity than intellect. This mixed reaction