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Belinda and Harriet Bede live together in a small English village. Shy, sensible Belinda has been secretly in love with Henry Hoccleve-the poetry-spouting, married archdeacon of their church-for thirty years. Belinda's much more confident, forthright younger sister Harriet, meanwhile, is ardently pursued by Count Ricardo Bianco. Although she has turned down every marriageable man who proposes, Harriet still welcomes any new curate with dinner parties and flirtatious conversation. And one of the newest arrivals, the reverend Edgar Donne, has everyone talking. A warm, affectionate depiction of a postwar English village, Some Tame Gazelle perfectly captures the quotidian details that make up everyday life. With its vibrant supporting cast, it's also a poignant story of unrequited love.… (more)
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This one, of course, is Pym's first published novel, and like
It's conceptually difficult fitting the book into a time-slot — possibly why some people describe it as "timeless". Pym originally completed it in 1935, but failed to find a publisher at the time, then revised it after the war and finally got Jonathan Cape to publish it in 1950. However, the book as originally conceived is also in part a projection of herself and her friends into an imagined future twenty or thirty years hence. What is clear is that we aren't supposed to read it as though it's set in 1950. Middle-class ladies of a certain age still employ servants, overseas travel is freely possible, Carlsbad is still called Carlsbad, Africa is still firmly colonial, and there is no hint of economic crisis and rationing. In fact, the characters talk so incessantly about food and clothes that one feels the book could only have been written during a time of hunger and shortages. All this is rather reminiscent of P.G. Wodehouse's books of the same period. The depressing modern world is something that has no place in escapist literature.
On the other hand, we encounter the curate's underwear in the first sentence of the book, there are all sorts of jokes about people being offended by the mention of lavatories, and the "reinforced" corsets Harriet is sewing are forever being stuffed under sofa cushions when unexpected visitors arrive. There are characters who may (or may not) be gay. We are constantly being teased with the possibility of impropriety lurking below the surface of village life. If Pym is playing for the role of new Jane Austen here, it is with her tongue firmly in her cheek.
Something to love, oh, something to love!
Quoted from page 17 of my edition of Some Tame Gazelle.
I would call this a little comfy, cozy book and in the proper place and time I certainly do enjoy them as I did this one.
The spinster sisters Harriet and Belinda
They, each one, had/have their chance at marriage but choose to remain spinsters sharing a home with a day girl as help. They are very comfortable in their lives in the gossipy little village deciding what to have for tea and dinner each day and when to invite the curate for tea or dinner.
This is a little book in which not much of anything happens. Oh there is a wedding and a church garden party, etc. But we, for the most part, end up back where we began. In the little comfy, cozy home of the spinster sisters awaiting the next bit of gossip or the new curate coming for Sunday dinner.
I quite liked the characters of this little book, excepting that of the archdeacon. I found him to be pompous, enamored with himself, rather cold and hurtful, but he did have a rightful place in the story. Had it not been for this character so many of the bits would not have been in place nor fallen into place.
I enjoyed this read, recommend it for one in need of a comfy, cozy, easy read. You will enjoy it with a nice cup of tea. I rated it 3 1/2 stars.
This one is set in a tiny village and focuses on the life of two spinsters in late middle age, Harriet and Belinda Bede. There’s a new, young curate in the village for whom Harriet develops a fondness; her sister has an unrequited love for the vicar, whose wife doesn’t love him. Added to this is a pompous Archdeacon and an Italian count who frequently proposes marriage to Harriet. As I’ve said, this book isn’t quite as refined as some of Pym’s later books, but you can see hints of what’s to come. Pym has a wicked sense of humor when talking about her characters, poking fun at them in a very backhanded kind of way.
Pym has frequently been described as a 20th-century Jane Austen, and it’s easy to see where the comparison comes from. Pym had a way of getting to the heart of her characters in describing them in just a few sentences. I wish that Barbara Pym’s novels would stop coming into print and then back out, because she’s such a timeless, classic author. There’s not much “action in her novels, and sometimes she goes overboard with the literary quotes and references, but her novels are a smashing good read—every one of them, at least, that I’ve read.
This is a very gentle book, and while it pokes fun at the behaviour of its characters it isn’t done with malice. Even the Archdeacon, who must be hell to be married to, comes off relatively lightly. In my opinion it lacks the acerbic wit that [Excellent Women] has, and is a lesser book for that reason. The book was published in 1950 but written in the 1930’s and it shows: this is clearly the period between the wars when middle-class (but not wealthy ladies) still had live in servants and took tea religiously at 4pm every day. Quintessentially English I suppose, although when a book is described as that it is always a very specific Englishness that is meant, that excludes whole swathes of the countryside and the population. So a quiet and pleasant read, but certainly would not be my favourite of her novels.
To the story. The distinguished looking literary Archdeacon read from Sir Thomas Browne's (1605-1682) URN BURIAL. The florid prose sailed straight over the heads of the dowdy spinsters, who came reluctantly to his services, decked in what they thought was their sunday finest. He wished for the more 'shiny' church goers who attended Father Plowman's , even one of the local titled sorts chose Plowman's services over those of the bloviating Archdeacon.
Reasons. The Archdeacon was a swell and the padre was plain as a pikestaff. Plowman was loved by his flock and one Christmas he was given many more pairs of slippers than he could use. With typical generosity he gave a pair to his rival. Of course they were a size too small, though the narrator doesn't tell us if Plowman was aware they were a size too small. We do know that the humble padre felt that the great man got above himself every now and then.
Here is the Archdeacon at his best:
The Archdeacon had been visiting a rich parishioner, who was thought to be dying. The poor were much too frightened of their vicar to regard him as being of any possible comfort to the sick, but the Archdeacon liked to think of himself as fulfilling some of the duties of a parish priest and there was something about a deathbed that appealed his sense of the dramatic. He had also taken the opportunity of visiting the workhouse that afternoon and was altogether in a pleasant state of melancholy.
'When I visit these people,' he said affectedly with his head on one side, 'I am reminded of Gray's Elegy." He began to quote:
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way,
The Archdeacon is all quotation and no dust-mop. Belinda Bede, one of the spinster sisters has not a deaf ear to poetry and argues that academic research is not all.
George Herbert's lines:
A servant with this clause
Makes drudgery divine,
Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws,
Makes that and the action fine.
'Yes they are comforting,' Belinda agreed. 'And yet,' she went on unhappily, 'I don't sweep rooms, Emily does that. The things I do seem rather useless, but I suppose it could be applied to any action of everyday life, really.'
Later there's a telling little bit about the Apes of Brazil. The Archdeacon hadn't much time for them but father Plowman like Jenny Wrenn knew their ways.
'I don't remember anything about the Apes of Brazil,' said Belinda anxiously, for the darning of the sock was an all-engrossing occupation.
'Do you mean what I said that afternoon we met in the village?' asked Harriet. 'That's not a question, that's natural history.' She laughed delightedly.
The Archdeacon seemed surprised and Harriet began to explain.
'It's quite simple, really,' she said. 'When the Apes of Brazil beat their chests with their hands or paws, or whatever apes have, you can hear the sound two miles away.'
'Oh Harriet,' said Belinda, as if reproving a child, 'surely not two miles? You must be mistaken.'
'Two miles,' said Harriet firmly. 'Father Plowman told me.'
The Archdeacon laughed scornfully at this.
The passage finishes with this:
'I cannot imagine what the subject of it can have been? said the Archdeacon, 'and I did not know that Plowman had ever been to Brazil.'
'You said something about sentiments to which every bosom returns an echo,' said Harriet, so I naturally thought of the Apes of Brazil.
SOME TAME GAZELLE is the first book that I read of Pym's, and I look forward to looking into the others.
This is a character-driven book depicting the quiet lives of the inhabitants of a small English village in the 1930s, and is told both with melancholy and with biting humor. The book is delightful, following two middle-aged spinsters: the sisters Belinda and Harriet Bede, who live together. Belinda is timid and very sensible. She has been quietly in love with the married archdeacon of their church for nearly 30 years. Her sister Harriet is outgoing, bubbly, and a little ridiculous, delighting in welcoming any new curate with flirtatious ministrations. Their daily lives and interactions with friends and neighbors are lovingly recounted.
"When the day came for Agatha to go away, Belinda and Harriet watched her departure out of Belinda’s bedroom window. From here there was an excellent view of the vicarage drive and gate. Belinda had brought some brass with her to clean and in the intervals when she stopped her vigorous rubbing to look out the window, was careful to display the duster in her hand. Harriet stared out quite unashamedly, with nothing in her hand to excuse her presence there. She even had a pair of binoculars, which she was now trying to focus."
I loved it, and look forward to more Barbara Pym!
“Some Tame Gazelle,” which, when I started reading, I had no idea was the first of Pym’s published novels, illuminates the concerns of Belinda and Harriet Bede, sisters of a certain age. These sisters live near the village vicarage and its inhabitants - the dear Archdeacon Hoccleve and his wife, and the tender curate, just ordained and on his first assignment. The sisters have perhaps more offers of marriage than one might expect - certainly they don’t expect them. The touch is frequently arch, as we’re expected to be in on the joke when the sisters make fun of people, or react with shock to unexpected behavior. The contrast between the sisters is amusing and endearing; the narrative is given by Belinda, the older, less interesting and purportedly less attractive, of the two.
The surname Bede strikes me as a wink and a nudge. The resident archdeacon quotes too much literature from obscure English poets, delivers sermons based on obscure secular texts, and expects his parishioners to comprehend obscure points derived therefrom. Or says he does. Belinda herself, loving and loyal to the Archdeacon, is no stranger to English literature, and she knows the difference between a poet worthy of mention and other, less suitable poets.
So: men, suitable and unsuitable, arrive in the village and cause a stir among the sisters and the other women; some make unwelcome marriage proposals to one or the other sister, and these cause major shifts in emotion, outlook, memory, and mood, at least in Belinda. You will not find action or much mystery or any life or death here. I revere Pym for her humor, the style and substance of which she shares more than a little with Austen’s. As delightful as this is, I might suggest “Excellent Women” (1952), or “Quartet in Autumn” (1977) as more accomplished offerings, and perhaps more worth your while. I can assure you of a gentle touch, a little melancholy, wonderful, well-meaning characters, and the consistent charm of a wise storyteller who finds herself arching an eyebrow at the behavior she observes in the world.
Not my favorite Pym novel, but enjoyable none the less.
As is typical for Pym, her central characters are women whose unmarried state and social class limit their income and employment opportunities. Their university educations did not lead to careers. Their daily occupations are prescribed by the social expectations for women of their station and their duties as churchwomen. Pym's perceptive descriptions of a small parish and its inhabitants make entertaining reading and provide a lot of food for thought.
By Barbara Pym
Ms Pym’s first novel published in England. Though I cannot say I enjoyed it as much as her other novels – I must be honest and say – I’ve struggled reading anything lately.
I have been very distracted lately. I read some pages, dropped the book, picked them
Sure enough . No I’m not cured but the resentments are more recognizable. When a blemish is found and recognized easier vanquished.
Enough about the reader – how about what she read?
For Pym fans – you of course have to read it – if first trying out Ms. Pym – no don’t start here.
There is a resignation about the book and a joy in deciding to love despite that love being rejected. Many hail the book because it is about two contented spinsters – very happy to stay unmarried and content in their village life.
Now creating a novel that has you cheering on a chaste life style is not something that is easily done – and perhaps that is too crass – yes it is but I’ll let it remain. I will say in true Pym fashion – not one hero remains. Each man, suitor or former lover is somehow diminished but in a more loving fashion – there are no dredging of hurts and anguish but a reflection of the present state of mind – yes heart ache is real but softened to by the contentment of life despite disappointment. A love that was undeserved, a deep, heartfelt love that one over looked created an ending that left me yearning for their continued state of existence. I will say that has only happened to me once – with Mr. Sherlock Homes and his faithful friend Dr. J Watson. When low and frightened I return always to Baker Street and 1888 – and here too I have sisters Belinda and Harriet to contemplate.
I don't remember where I got the book, but I figure I picked it up due to the blurb on the back cover. Barbara Pym's name hit a chord and it is set in England. It isn't a mystery, but rather a view into the small village life and the people in it.
It was a book not to be rushed through, but to take time and savour the subtleness of the descriptions of the characters, their personalities and thoughts, the way life moved in the village setting and just Pym's over all style of writing.
I think I'll keep my eye out for more of her work.
This book has been compared to Jane Austen's work. I can see that on the surface, but in the end, I don't think it really lives up to that billing. To be fair, can anything really live up to an original?
I enjoyed this, and am glad I read it. There were many passages that made me smile. I wouldn't say, though, that I was terribly impressed.
This was originally recommended by a reader after I
Also set in an English country village and in the same time period, the style is more reminiscent of Jane Austen than Miss Read. Some Tame Gazelle, first published in Britain nearly 50 years ago, was the first of Pym’s nine novels.
Barbara Pym is a master at capturing the subtle mayhem that takes place in the apparent quiet of the English countryside. Fifty-something sisters Harriet and Belinda Bede live a comfortable, settled existence. Belinda, the quieter of the pair, has for years been secretly in love with the town’s pompous (and married) archdeacon, whose odd sermons leave members of his flock in muddled confusion. Harriet, meanwhile, a bubbly extrovert, fends off proposal after proposal of marriage. The arrival of Mr. Mold and Bishop Grote disturb the peace of the village and leave the sisters wondering if they’ll ever return to the order of their daily routines.
Nearly every sentence is a sly poke at upper middle class sensibilities in rural English villages. I very much enjoyed this! Four stars for its wry humour.
Read this if: you’re a fan of gentle English humour. 4 stars
Read and reviewed in 2013