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| Reading Group: Wednesday September 12th, 2pm; Wednesday September 26th, 7pm. |
| The Fortnight in September |
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| The Fortnight in September by RC Sherriff, Persephone Book No. 67, was published 75 years ago, in September 1931. It was glowingly
reviewed: 'A lovely novel', declared the Daily Telegraph, 'a little masterpiece' wrote the Sunday Express. In America
the Saturday Review of Literature thought that 'nothing since Dickens has come closer to giving between covers the intrinsic spirit
of England'. The Spectator reviewer said: 'There is more simple human goodness and understanding in this book than in anything
I have read for years... Once more, the author of Journey's End has enriched our lives'. |
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| Journey's End (1929) is one of the great stage plays. Set during the First World War,
it had no women in it, no heroes and no love interest - it was about the hopes and fears of a group of ordinary men waiting in a dug-out for
an attack to begin. It was based on Sherriff's own letters home, and its success was in part due to his ability to recreate the trench
experience exactly as he had lived it. |
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| The Fortnight in September, written two years after Journey's End, shares its emphasis on real people leading real
lives. But the atmosphere could not be more different, embodying as it does the kind of mundane normality the men in the dug-out longed for
- domestic life at 22 Corunna Road in Dulwich, the train journey via Clapham Junction to the south coast, the two weeks living in lodgings
and going to the beach every day (also wonderfully evoked by EM Delafield in the short story in this PQ). The family's only regret is leaving
their garden where, we can imagine, because it is September the dahlias are at their fiery best (hence the endpaper): as they flash past in
the train they get a glimpse of their back garden, where 'a shaft of sunlight fell through the side passage and
lit up the clump of white asters by the apple tree.' This was what the First World War soldiers longed for; this, he imagined, was what he was fighting
for and would return to (as in fact Sherriff did). |
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| He had had the idea for his novel at Bognor Regis (as in Journey's End, and The Hopkins Manuscript, Persephone Book No. 57, the
physical setting is wonderfully evoked): watching the crowds go by, and wondering what their lives were like at home, he 'began to feel
the itch to take one of those families at random and build up an imaginary story of their annual holiday by the sea...I wanted to write
about simple, uncomplicated people doing normal things.' |
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| Sherriff adds, in his memoir No Leading Lady (a few pages of which we have reprinted at the beginning of our edition of The
Fortnight in September): 'The story was a simple one: a small suburban family on their annual fortnight's holiday at Bognor: man and wife,
a grown-up daughter working for a dressmaker, a son just started in a London office, and a younger boy still at school. It was a day-by-day
account of their holiday from their last evening at home until the day they packed their bags for their return; how they came out of their
shabby boarding house every morning and went down to the sea; how the father found hope for the future in his brief freedom from his
humdrum work; how the children found romance and adventure; how the mother, scared of the sea, tried to make the others think she was
enjoying it.' |
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| The Fortnight in September was a very brave book to write because it was not obviously 'about' anything except the 'drama of the
undramatic'. And yet the greatness of the novel is that it is about each one of us: all of human life is here in the seemingly simple
description of the family's annual holiday in Bognor. Thus, for reasons we do not have to explain to readers of the Persephone Quarterly,
this is a book which fits fairly and squarely on the Persephone list. |
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| Sherriff never mentions politics in The Fortnight in September. But there is a sense throughout the book that the Stevens' kind of
ordinariness might be under threat and that Sherriff is celebrating it while he can. In this respect The Fortnight in September does
indeed expresss 'the genius of a people', as the Spectator put it when its reviewer concluded: 'Here is a subject which could have been
treated satirically, cleverly, patronisingly, sentimentally. But Mr Sherriff comes to it fresh, and makes it universal. The sympathy
with which each character is seen is so perfect that even its pettiest details brings a lump into one's throat. Many will welcome this book,
which expresses the genius of a people.' |
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