The Diary of a Provincial Lady by E M Delafield

E M Delafield by Howard Coster (1930’s) National Portrait Gallery

Delafield became the director of Time and Tide, a feminist magazine in the 1930’s. The editors were looking for more light stories to serialise, she promised to give it some thought, and before too long The Diary of Provincial Lady was born.

Many of the stories feature the children, Robin and Vicky, who were based on those of her own children, Lionel and Rosamund. The Diary also highlighted the financial difficulties of being married to a Baronet’s younger son. The expectation by society and family to maintain a certain standard, but without any of the means to actually do so.

Lady B asks me how the children are, and adds, to the table at large, that I am ‘A Perfect Mother’. Am naturally avoided, conversationally, after this, by everybody at the teatable. Later on, Lady B tells us about the South of France. She quotes repartees made by herself in French, and then translates them. (Unavoidable query presents itself here: Would a verdict of Justifiable Homicide delivered against their mother affect future careers of children unfavourably?)

Delafield’s characters feel real because they are, in fact, based on real people. How on earth she got away with it and was still able to walk down her local High Street remains a mystery!

In the preface to The Way Things Are (1927) Delafield wrote: “A good many of the characters in this novel have been drawn, as usual, from persons now living; but the author hopes very much that they will only recognise one another“.

Perhaps our inability to see ourselves as others see us saved Delafield from social exclusion and accusations of slander.

Conversation turns upon Lady B. and everyone says she is really very kind-hearted, and follows this up by anecdotes illustrating all her less attractive qualities….Feel much more at home after this, and conscious of new bond of union cementing entire party.

Exchange customary graceful farewells with host and hostess, saying how much I have enjoyed coming. 

(Query here suggests itself, as often before: Is it utterly impossible to combine the amenities of civilisation with even the minimum of honesty required to satisfy the voice of conscience? Answer still in abeyance at present.)

• how all the reasonable, practical domestic matters being discussed were done so in a reasonable, practical manner.
• Delafield obviously adored her children, and let them be kids as long as possible.
• the interesting references to women’s issues of the time.
• her sly observations about the snooty, superior women in her social circle.
• The ironic, self-deprecation humour was funny to start, but then…

• the ironic, self-deprecating humour that got tiresome by the end.
• the lack of warmth (or maybe it was lack of detail) – I felt like I was being kept at an arms length the whole time.
• the French phrases that I needed to google translate every single time!
• I had also read too many reviews about how ‘deliciously funny’ she was, so my expectations were set too high. I was mildly amused many times, but also often annoyed or frustrated.

The Diary of a Provincial Lady was my latest #CCspin book for The Classics Club. How did you fare?