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Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781838955397 |
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| Publisher: | Atlantic Books |
| Publication date: | 12/01/2022 |
| Pages: | 304 |
| Product dimensions: | 5.00(w) x 7.75(h) x 1.40(d) |
About the Author
Hometown:
London, EnglandDate of Birth:
May 21, 1948Place of Birth:
Guildford, Surrey, EnglandEducation:
Upper Second Honours Degree in English Literature and History, University of Kent at Canterbury, 1970Read an Excerpt
‘Daisy.’ Kit slid his arms around her and held her tight. Dust blew in from the road and the wind whipped around them. Daisy shivered inside the prison made by his body.
‘Luggage labels, Kit, and telephone calls. That’s what it boils down to. I think we should end this conversation. There isn’t any point in it.
Kit took Daisy by the shoulders and forced her to face him. ‘But you do understand?’
Wild with hurt, and with despair because it had all gone wrong, she lost her temper. ‘What is there to understand?’ she blazed.
In the fading stormy light, her face turned pale, foxlike and unreadable. Her eyes narrowed in rage, and her hair lost its brightness. For a moment, her beauty and sureness were gone, and she seemed out of her depth.
As quickly as it had erupted, Daisy’s anger died. ‘Kit, I’m sorry. That was unforgiveable.’
‘I have to go home to Hinton Dysart,’ he repeated, teaching her the fact as if to a child. ‘I cannot abandon it or my father, and I have nothing to offer a wife at the moment except a mountain of debt.’
It was on the tip of her tongue to ask, ‘Since when did a huge house and garden constitute nothing?’ Instead she said, ‘And I have nothing to offer you?’
‘Please. Don’t’
She stood by the carved stone pot and deadheaded the geraniums. As she watched the faded petals yield to the mistral, she contemplated the wounds of a love affair – its humiliations, its quicksands, and spoilt promise. ‘I thought it would be different, Kit’ she said miserably. ‘I thought we would make it.’
Her mother was right. Kit had been warned off.
‘Daisy!’ All rivers, however clear, flow over mud, and mixed into Kit’s passion for Daisy was a sediment – and a wariness – that stemmed from a long time back. ‘I wish I could make you understand, my darling Daisy. Everything’s all right. Truly.’
‘Oh Kit.’ With one of her graceful, unpredictable gestures, Daisy turned to Kit, and her arms snaked up his chest and around his neck. ‘Are you sure?’ She pressed her body into his and willed him to say: Come with me.
Tempted to say ‘to hell with it’, aching from the contact, Kit hesitated – and thirty seconds passed that were to colour the rest of his life.
With a waft of bruised geranium, Daisy released him, turned and made her way across the lawn to the terrace. ‘I’ll see you in London,’ she called.
‘Daisy.’ In panic at the peremptory leavetaking, Kit moved too fast, slipped and fell onto a knee. Wincing, he scrambled to his feet while Daisy’s diminishing figure slid in and out of the shadows, insubstantial and unearthly. Then he limped after her, caught up and grabbed one of the straps of her pink dress. ‘Don’t say it like that.’
Daisy waited for Kit to drop his hand. ‘I understand, Kit, really I do. Look, I’ve been meaning to tell you. There’s someone else… someone who wants to marry me.’ Her beauty had returned and in the stormy afternoon, she seemed lit up by the drama of the moment and by an emotion he did not recognize. ‘His name is Tim, and I’m probably going to say yes.’
Kit’s grip on her shoulder was savage and she cried out.
‘You’re making it up.’
‘No.’
‘I can’t believe it.’
With a shrug Daisy moved away. ‘it was fun, wasn’t it, Kit? I enjoyed our time together.’
‘Fun…’ The word hung in the dusk. Kit stood motionless as she walked towards the house. ‘Yes, it was,’ she called over her shoulder. ‘I shall think of it when I’m back in London.’
‘Daisy. Listen to me…’ Kit was planted into the stone.
‘It didn’t take much, did it?’ A thin, disembodied voice floated back to him.
‘To do what?’ he called out, forgetting there were other people in the villa. ‘To do what, Daisy?’ he bellowed in bewilderment.
‘To be put off.’
Daisy vanished through the curtains at the french windows.
***
The overnight train from Nice to Paris clacked out the message and Matty, a book unread in her lap, listened to it. Sometimes it sounded as hard and metallic as Aunt Susan, and at others it whispered as the train glided over points and down gradients.
Perhaps she was a little light-headed with fever from the infected bites, for strange thoughts filtered in and out of her brain. They drifted, tantalizing and out of reach, and she tried to catch them – rebellious, daringly coloured butterflies in the bell-jar of her mind.
The mirror in the compartment swung to the rhythm of the train, and her reflection became a many-angled composition. There was her blotched face, so different from Daisy’s beauty, which Matty would never have. The demon of jealousy stirred. So unlovable compared to Daisy, it whispered, so uninteresting, so unformed.
No sponging on their good will.
Outside the window, France slid past, the lights of towns and villages beaded along the track. Already it was cooler, and when they nosed between foothills of the Alpes-Maritimes a scent of pine overlaid the smoke.
Matty poured water into the basin and began to wash for dinner. Two years ago, she had been browsing through a selection of American periodicals and had come across an article by the American feminist, Emma Goldman, which she had never forgotten. Emma had said ‘True emancipation begins neither in the polls, or in the courts. It begins in a woman’s soul.’
Matty well remembered her shock when she read the words – a sense that she had encountered something daring and grand in scope. Of course, she did not consider they applied to her – Emma was much too heroic for the soul that huddled inside Matty’s delicate frame, the stepping stones to Emma’s bold state of mind too far apart.
And yet. And yet.
No sponging on their good will.
She thought back to the Villa Lafayette, criss-crossed with vivid sensation – sun, sea, the intensities of falling in love, jealousy. Marcus and Flora. Daisy and Kit. Mosquito bites. Sweat-bathed nights. Unfamiliar longings.
He wouldn’t want me, Matty told herself. Hugging a mental picture of a remote figure who made conversation about Damascus and roses. Never. But then, she added that was not surprising. She wouldn’t have wanted herself.
She began to dress.
What People are Saying About This
"An excellent story... strong imaginative power... wonderful sense of atmosphere." —Joanna Trollope
"An old-fashioned novel in the best sense of the word." —Chicago Tribune
"A perfect novel for whiling away a leisurely weekend." —The Sunday Times, London
Reading Group Guide
INTRODUCTION
Elizabeth Buchan is known to thousands of readers as the bestselling author of the novels Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman, The Good Wife Strikes Back, and Everything She Thought She Wanted. Now, fans are treated to a different side of Buchan with the reissue of her novel set between the two world wars—her prize-winning Consider the Lily.
The lily is a "flower that keeps its secrets," explains Harry, the wise and mysterious sometimes-narrator of this family saga. Indeed, secrets, both past and present, play a powerful role in the story, and shape the lives of its three main characters, Daisy, Matty, and Kit.
Kit Dysart and Daisy Chudleigh are both charming and beautiful, a natural match, and soon after meeting they fall in love. Their romance and obvious happiness together is difficult for Daisy’s cousin, Matty Veral, to watch. Matty is not blessed with Daisy’s beauty or charm and has lived her life thus far in Daisy’s shadow. But Matty does possess something Daisy does not: her parents’ fortune. And though Matty seems quiet and unemotional, there is a "dark edge to her spirit—a place where anger and jealousy met and cohabited" (p. 58). Perhaps this is why she asks Kit to marry her when the stock markets crash and Kit’s family is in danger of losing everything, including their beautiful estate, Hinton Dysart.
Kit agrees to marry Matty to save his family’s future but continues to yearn for Daisy, leaving Matty with a distant husband and a house that seems alive only with ghosts from the past. Matty fills her days restoring Hinton Dysart to its former glory and, in the process, discovers a neglected garden that she begins to tend and nurture, as she waits in vain to conceive a child.
In the meantime, Daisy must deal with her own demons. Knowing that Kit loves her is small consolation when faced with the reality that he is married to another woman. When she discovers she is pregnant with Kit’s child, she is faced with a very painful dilemma: she chooses to have the baby but knows that raising him alone will brand them both for life.
Back at Hinton Dysart, Matty brings both the house and garden back to life, and in the process unearths her husband’s family secrets. Opening this door to Kit’s past seems to bring him closer to her, and he begins to see Matty in a new light. When Kit brings home his newborn son, Daisy’s child, and asks if they could raise him together, Matty agrees, and it looks as if they may have a future together after all.
Consider the Lily is a beautiful story of loss and renewal, betrayal and loyalty, but perhaps most importantly, love—that powerful force that can cause us to act in destructive ways, or lead us to the most unselfish sacrifices. As Harry so eloquently states at the close of the novel, "in the end love can grant us a future . . . and the grace of a long, contented life."
ABOUT ELIZABETH BUCHAN
Elizabeth Buchan is the author of several highly acclaimed books of fiction and non-fiction. She lives in London with her husband and two children.
AUTHOR INTERVIEW
Since so many of your fans know you as the author of Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman, The Good Wife Strikes Back, and most recently Everything She Thought She Wanted, could you talk a bit about where Consider the Lily falls in your "writerly life" and how your subject matter has (or has not) changed? How have you changed as a novelist (and perhaps as a person) since writing Consider the Lily?
The early years in a writer's life are ones, necessarily, of experimentation. There is often, too, a recognizable pattern. Like many writers searching to find form and voice, I began by using historical backdrops—the French Revolution, the Second World War—in order to stand characters up against them and to draw out stories that involve extremes of courage, daring, passion, etc. Consider the Lily forms a bridge between the first novels and the later ones, in which I am interested in tracing the patterns on what Jane Austen called "the square of ivory" and which rely less on those frameworks provided by historical events.
In Consider the Lily, there are definite echoes of Frances Hodgson Burnett's The Secret Garden and, one could argue, even of Edith Wharton's House of Mirth and Henry James's Daisy Miller. Did any of these books serve as an inspiration? Several years ago you said in an interview that you admired Jane Austen, George Eliot, Flaubert, Tolstoy, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Evelyn Waugh, Ian McEwan, and Margaret Atwood. Have you added some new authors to your list? What authors are currently inspiring you?
Certainly, there are books that sink down into the psyche and The Secret Garden is one of them and I devoured it as a child. It was there at the back of my mind as I wrote Consider the Lily. Henry James and Edith Wharton are certainly authors I admire hugely, but I was not consciously drawing on them—except perhaps in touching on the theme of the New World encountering the Old World.
There are so many authors I admire and I feel I will never have time to read them all, Siri Hustvedt being a new favorite. And, of course, anything by Anne Tyler.
Setting the novel during the interwar period in England has a significant impact on the plot and character development. Could you speak about how you came to choose this time period, and about how characters are shaped by the time and place in which they live?
The Great War did more than decimate a generation of young men. It also killed off a certain optimism and lightness of spirit. Those who were left had to cope with re-fashioning political, moral, and philosophical thought. They also had to rethink social attitudes. It was a decade of tremendous struggle allied with tremendous frivolity—a juxtaposition that resulted in huge tensions. The great country houses and their way of life were on the way out, and adjustment resulted in personal tragedies, but also positive developments, too.
Besides the obvious historical details and research involved, what are the main differences that you experienced in writing about the present day verses life in 1929? Is it easier or harder to set a novel in a different time period? How so?
I have come to the conclusion that it is the hardest thing of all to write a historical novel that convinces. There is more than a grain of truth in the adage: all historical novels are about the present. It is very, very difficult to put oneself in a mindset that is totally different from one's own. Every word, every sentence has to be rigorously examined to set that it passes the "veracity" test. Just a tiny example: writing as a woman who has always earned her living, it is almost impossible to imagine what it must have been like to have no experience of that whatsoever.
The gardening information in Consider the Lily is so detailed, and the use of the metaphor beautifully done. Would you talk a bit about your personal interest in gardening (or your fascination with it) and how you use this in your work?
Don't get me started! The chief thing about gardening is that you never stop learning. Doing the research for Consider the Lilywas one of my happiest times as, night after night, I would spread out my books and dive into the history and theory of gardening. I must have filled ten notebooks. It was all the more exciting because gardening is perfect metaphor for many of the things I try and tackle in the novel—death, waiting, rebirth, growth. A garden is somewhat akin to a family. You have good generations and bad ones. There are the unexpected triumphs and the corners where nothing flourishes. None of it is ever truly predictable. One thing is certain, however, working in the garden yields the richest and deepest of pleasures, and I wanted to give Matty the chance, through that experience, to pull together the aspects of herself and to heal the darkness in her.
All of your books have dealt with marriage in one way or another, and Consider the Lily brings up some very interesting questions on the topic: Do you think it is youthful folly to marry out of pure love without taking the practical matters (money, etc.) into consideration? Or do you think there are times when it actually makes sense to marry for these reasons?
This is a very tricky question. To some extent, it depends entirely on the individuals concerned. But, I think, it has also to do with age. When you are young, taking a risk and following your emotions is much easier. When you older, then other considerations do come into play. Obviously, cultural attitudes play a part. Both approaches have their successes and their tragedies. Clearly, for Kit there were good reasons to marry someone who offered him the chance of redeeming his house. His decision comes at a price. Yet, he also knew that, in accepting Matty, he was marrying someone sound and kind.
Money plays an enormous role in the story and affects all of the character's choices. Do you think the importance of money in people's lives, or our attitudes toward wealth, have changed since 1929? Today are we more defined by the amount of money we have or less so?
Love and money have always preoccupied novelists—particularly nineteenth-century ones. One just has to think of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice or Flaubert's Emma Bovary, who was driven to suicide because of her debts. I don't think it is very different today except for one factor: we no longer associate wealth with class in the same way. Yet to ignore money as a factor that drives our decisions is to ignore a fundamental consideration. Even if we decide to dispense with money, or opt for a very simple life without its comforts, it suggests that we have thought about it.
As an artist, you control the world that your characters inhabit. Would you talk about your choice to include Matty's "visions" of the little girl and how they reflect the nature of the textual world she inhabits? Is Matty hysterical, as Dr. Robin Lofts suspects, or does she really see a ghost?
Matty is at a pivotal stage. She is consumed by yearning and has placed herself in a position that consolidates her fear that she is "unlovable." The extreme disturbance of her emotions could be termed a semi-hysterical state in which it is perfectly possible she may "see" a manifestation of that which she longs for: a child.
The psychoanalytic explanation might also be that she is seeing "herself"—the restless, unhappy orphaned child, and, in marrying it to the story of Rose Dysart who died, she is trying to kill off the unhappy child in herself in order to emerge as a healed adult.
As a British author who's highly successful here in the States, what would you say the differences are (if any) between the two audiences? Why do you think American audiences connect so well with your characters?
Thank you for the compliment. I am not sure that American and British readers differ greatly insofar as they demand high standards and novels that both nourish and entertain them (in the widest sense). But, as I love to read American novels with all their details about American life and society, perhaps Americans enjoy a British flavor in the same way. If a novelist can create and sustain characters who breathe on the page and whose experiences touch on aspect of our lives, then it must follow they have an appeal that is universal.
What are you working on now?
A sequel to Revenge of the Middle-Aged Woman entitled Wives Behaving Badly. Its themes are reconciliation and surprise.
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