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B+ : fascinating if incomplete accounts of mid-century England See our review for fuller assessment.
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Party im Blitz is the fragmentary memoir of Elias Canetti's "English years", at least the early ones, from the late 1930s to the 1950s.
Canetti wrote these recollections in the early 1990s, and they have now posthumously been edited together (by Kristian Wachinger) in a book that is obviously unfinished, but still of considerable interest.
There's even something to be said for the absence of the final polish Canetti himself might have put on the text, as his sense of desperation in trying to retrieve, order, and relate these memories comes across in places, making for an interesting glimpse of the author as an old man, trying to hold onto parts of the past (and stave off the future).
wie ledienschaftlich gern würde ich es ihm gleich tun, denn ich könnte es, doch, eben doch hätte ich das ZeugIt is this model, more or less, that he did choose, rather than the far more straightforward (and in-depth) narrative that marked the earlier autobiographical trilogy describing his youth and his becoming a writer. Party im Blitz is presented in short sections, and most of them are 'brief lives': vignettes, impressions, and descriptions of encounters with many of the people Canetti met in England (along with a few more general sections). It is an unusual selection: for one, many of the most significant figures of his English years (including wife Veza, and many of his fellow emigrants with whom he remained in close contact during those years) remain almost entirely peripheral. And even those who are considered more closely are shown more in snapshot style: representative (or exceptional) episodes, or aspects of their lives the focus, rather than a more general description of them, or of Canetti's relationship with them. It is, specifically, a picture of the England of that era that emerges (and Canetti also points out, in some amusing anti-Thatcher tirades, that it is an era that has been lost -- as is the specific English character that made it up (which he tries to capture and convey using these exemplars)). There are sections devoted to a few emigrants -- including Franz Steiner and Oskar Kokoschka -- but for the most part Canetti focusses on the English. He met an astonishing variety of significant figures, and there are sections devoted to, among others: Bertrand Russell, Enoch Powell, Herbert Read, Arthur Waley, Vaughan Williams, J.D.Bernal, and Roland Penrose. Some he only met briefly, but even in just describing, for example, T.S.Eliot from a distance he manages to evoke the time (and offer fascinating insight into his own character, as his reactions are often visceral and blunt, with little effort (or ability) to hide his antipathy). From the Milburns, in whose house Canetti and wife Veza lived (with separate bedrooms, he takes care to note) when they moved out of London during the war, to a good deal about patron and close friend, Sir Aymer Maxwell (and his Bentley), there are some generous portraits in the book (though even here Canetti makes note of idiosyncrasies and failures -- though more gently than when discussing most). There are amusing anecdotes: how he came to meet Bertrand Russell (through a Mrs.Phillimore, a close friend of Russell's first wife) or some of the parties he attends (including the party during the Blitz of the title). Among the most interesting chapters is that on Arthur Waley. Waley was not just an orientalist, but also read German; hearing that the main character in Canetti's first novel, the then still untranslated Auto da Fé, was a sinologist he managed to get a copy of the book, and so: "Der Zufall wollte es, daß Arthur Waley der einzige Engländer war, der etwas von mir gelesen hatte" ("As it happened, Arthur Waley was the only Englishman who had read anything of mine"). And then there's Iris Murdoch. One of the longer sections focusses on her, and it is the most detailed of the portraits in the book, one of the few attempts to describe a person fully. And Canetti is not kind. He begins by mentioning he just received Murdoch's most recent book, Metaphysics as a Guide to Morals (1992), and spent a few hours ("leider" -- "unfortunately" -- he adds) leafing through it, after which he can't hold himself back: Mein widerwillen gegen sie hat sich so gesteigert, daß ich hier einiges sagen muß.He dismisses this particular book, and then continues his assault. He doesn't think much of Murdoch as a thinker ("Sie ist passionierte Schülerin, und zwar eine, die am liebsten Systeme erlernt" ("She is a passionate Student; specifically, one who likes to learn systems")). He suggests she collected figures -- men, especially, each of a particular type -- and used them and what they offered her in her fiction. The Oxford-sameness to her fictions bothers Canetti (and he suggests one might call her the "Oxford ragout"), as does the cerebral distance from actual feeling. Canetti also describes his affair with Murdoch, a truly ugly account. From its beginning, after Murdoch repeatedly came to Canetti after the death of Franz Steiner, to their unusual love-making (which Canetti even here, some four decades later, seems puzzled about (with good reason)), it is a truly odd relationship. But it is of interest, in revealing facets of both these authors' characters. Parties also figure throughout the book. Canetti notes: "Nirgends fühlte ich mich verlassener und trostloser als auf Parties" ("Nowhere did I feel more forsaken and disconsolate than at parties"). Nevertheless, he attends quite a few -- and observes with bewildered fascination how they function. They are typically English, where space is maintained, names preferably incomprehensibly mumbled, conversation of a limited and peculiar variety, and class and other distinctions unclear. (At what he calls the most bizarre party he attended, Christine Maxwell invited a mix of communists and high nobility, which Canetti could not tell apart, even by their utterances.) All this is also part of the distinctively English world he wants to convey -- a world also dominated by varieties of haughtiness ("Hochmut") he tries to describe. The book is more about a specific English era -- as perceived by Canetti -- than his English years. The people he knew defined that era, representatives of a variety of types. The more general considerations of England and that lost era aren't fully worked out, but there a some interesting observations and ideas. In many respects Party im Blitz is more social study than autobiography. It is, unfortunately, unfinished, but it is well put together and does not feel fragmentary. Almost all the sections are presented in Canetti's clear writing style, and it reads well throughout. One wishes for more, but is glad for what there is. Jeremy Adler's afterword, and the annotations, are also helpful. - Return to top of the page - Party in the Blitz:
- Return to top of the page - Elias Canetti (1905-1994) was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature in 1981. - Return to top of the page -
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