Monday, 25 November 2024

China Court (1961) by Rumer Godden

 


China Court – how can I describe this novel which has overtaken In This House of Brede as my favourite book by this author? This gem has languished on my shelves until the other day when I decided I need to be more serious about reading the books I already have. I joined in with Rose City Reader’s TBR 23 in ’23 Challenge at the beginning of the year in order to make some headway on my TBR but I’ve been derailed by the tug of more book finds. After I’d finished reading China Court I had a look through some of the other books I’ve had for a while and was inspired to be more focused on the challenge – I bought these books for good reasons, after all.  

In This House of Brede, surprised me as it wasn’t really quite what I was expecting. China Court had the same effect. Set in Cornwall, it is a novel about five generations of a family. The story weaves back and forth between generations in the telling, which could be confusing, but Rumer Godden shows her skill by ignoring some of the niceties of grammar while keeping continuity and suspense. I loved this book so much that when it finished I wanted to start it over again – not something I ever do, but I found it so hard to put the characters, and the house, aside. I re-read parts and lingered over her beautiful descriptions of people, place, and their histories, and wondered how I could do the book justice. I can’t, so I apologise that my ‘review’ isn’t what I would like it to be.

The story focuses on a number of different characters that have been involved with the Quin family of China Court from around 1840 to 1960. Framing the novel, and later playing an integral part in the outcome of the story, is a medieval Book of the Hours. The central character linking the house and the characters is Mrs Quin, originally an outsider, and her granddaughter, Tracy.

Old Mrs Quin died in her sleep in the early hours of an August morning.

The sound of the bell came into the house, but did not disturb it; it was quite used to death, and birth, and life.
‘Cause of death, stopped living,’ wrote Dr Taft on the certificate…’

I counted over thirty characters who play significant roles in this novel and it’s a measure of Godden’s skill that I find I can readily picture them all. From Eustace and Adza and their brood of nine – the bitter and tragic Eliza who questioned why she knew so little and was told it was her girls’ school education and followed the advice given her,

’In this country, at this time, there is only one way to educate a girl…Turn her loose with books, guide her, but let her read.’

The tragic, arrogant Lady Patrick and her faithless husband, Jared; beautiful Damaris who pined her short married life away in the city when her heart was in the Cornish moors; Minna, the young girl so homesick for her snow-covered Swiss homeland and Groundsel who loved her,

To Minna, washing up is a thing of beauty…Groundsel, who has seen the other maids throw everything higgledy-piggledy into the sink, is charmed.

Peter, the young man Mrs Quin came to love almost as a son, believed in and helped him by letting him use her land of Penbarrow for his farming…‘How could you die?…I was going to surprise you.’ He had harvested his real crop, built his first hayricks, and at long last started his herd. Tonight or tomorrow now – ‘’Please God not tonight,’’ said weary Peter – his first calf would be born: it would be the firstborn, first fruit, and, little heifer or bull, he had planned to give it to Mrs Quin…The knell that had rung for Mrs Quinn had run for them all: China Court, Penbarrow, Peter, ‘finished.’

Mrs Quin, or Ripsie, as she was in her youth, was a thin, neglected, shabby little girl who loved China Court and hovered around on the edges, was loved and brought into the family by one of its members, ’For him she always has the waif look that tears his heart, and he knows he is undone.’

Five children were born and then the granddaughter, Tracy, whom Mrs Quin loved. Circumstances forced her and Tracy apart when Tracy was twelve years of age and went to America with her mother. Mrs Quin gave Tracy a key to the house and told her she would come back. Tracy always longed for the home at China Court. The rest of the family thought the place should be sold. It needed too many repairs; there was no gas or electricity; looking after the house was domestic tyranny!

When Mrs Quin died, the family gathered together at China House to hear the reading of the will and to know the old lady’s wishes. It was said that both Tracy & Mrs Quin were enslaved by China Court and Tracy was determined to fight to keep the house if she could.

‘To keep’ had become for Tracy the most important verb in the English language…It means to watch over, take care of, maintain.

A stunning book! I took the photo of my copy of the book with my flowering azalea in full throttle in the background. I thought it was very in-keeping with Mrs Quin’s garden. 

 

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