The Perfect Summer - Softcover

Juliet Nicolson

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0719562430 ISBN 13: 9780719562433

Publisher: John Murray, 2007

Synopsis

The Perfect Summer chronicles a glorious English summer a century ago, when the world was on the cusp of irrevocable change. Through the tight lens of four months, Juliet Nicolson’s rich storytelling gifts rivet us with the sights, colors, and feelings of a bygone era. That summer of 1911 a new king was crowned and the aristocracy was at play, bounding from one house party to the next. But perfection was not for all. Cracks in the social fabric were showing. The country was brought to a standstill by industrial strikes. Temperatures rose steadily to more than 100 degrees; by August deaths from heatstroke were too many for newspapers to report. Drawing on material from intimate and rarely seen sources and narrated through the eyes of a series of exceptional individuals--among them a debutante, a choirboy, a politician, a trade unionist, a butler, and the queen--The Perfect Summer is a vividly rendered glimpse of the twilight of the Edwardian era.

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From The Washington Post:

Reviewed by Jonathan Yardley

Juliet Nicolson has written an elegiac and atmospheric account of England in the summer of 1911, three years before the assassination of Archduke Ferdinand at Sarajevo and the beginning of World War I. The Perfect Summer is primarily a portrait of life among Britain's wealthiest and most privileged citizens, with occasional bows in the direction of those less fortunate and more aggrieved, but it doesn't take many pages before the reader is likely to start wondering, as I certainly did: What, exactly, was so "perfect" about that particular summer?

The narrative begins, "On the first day of May 1911 temperatures throughout England began to rise, and everyone agreed that the world was becoming exceedingly beautiful," and the reader immediately assumes that the weather henceforth will be, well, perfect. But though there were many lovely days in England that summer, there were also many dreadful ones. By early July "the oppressive weather was becoming increasingly hard to tolerate," and "on 17 July most of the country was perspiring in eighty-degree temperatures," which will seem balmy to anyone inured to a Washington summer but was uncomfortably hot in a country that did not enjoy the relief of air-conditioning and expected people to wear layers of elaborate clothing in all temperatures, including, for fashionable women, corsets. Not merely that, but "by 20 July there had been twenty consecutive days without rain," and "two days later fires began to break out spontaneously along the railway tracks at Ascot, Bagshot and Bracknell," and "in King's Lynn a temperature of 92ºF broke all previous records for that part of the country."

That was scarcely the end of it. "At the beginning of August the constitutional health of England was beginning to falter badly in the continuing heat," and "by late August lassitude had begun to further weaken the nation's energy, as the hot weather hung over England like a brocade curtain." Not until later in the month did the heat finally break, by which time many of those who could afford to do so had fled to the beach, though the cool water provided only limited relief to women, who wore bathing suits almost as heavy as their clothing and who were shepherded into the water inside a ridiculous contraption, a "fully enclosed bathing machine . . . a sort of garden shed with wheels at one end." Women filed into this pen, changed into their bathing costumes far from the prying eyes of men, and when all was ready, "a horse, a muscley man or even occasionally a mechanical pulley-contraption [dragged] the whole machine and its human contents to a line just beyond the surf."

Amusing? Absolutely. But "perfect"? Hardly. The hunch here is that Nicolson's publisher, remembering the remarkable success a decade ago of Sebastian Junger's The Perfect Storm, tried to roll the same dice. It's harmless enough, but it's something of a pity to watch Nicolson struggling to live up to her book's title when so much of the evidence points in a quite contrary direction. The story that Nicolson tells, and for the most part tells well, isn't just about dreadful weather, but about rising tensions between Britain and Germany, about bitter confrontations between labor and capital, about restlessness and anger among the rural and urban poor, about "the entire structure of the country teetering towards breakdown" under the weight of paralyzing strikes and bitter debate in Parliament over a measure (it passed on August 10) that greatly restricted the power of the House of Lords.

Yes, the summer did have its light moments. A year after the sudden death of the immensely popular Edward VII, George V was crowned amid all the usual pomp. Nicolson writes sympathetically about this quiet, undemonstrative man and his wife, May, who had to change her name to Mary after becoming queen. She was a shy, "self-conscious woman who now found herself at the pinnacle of a society that alarmed her." She "lived in a palace lit by two hundred thousand electric light bulbs, with a faithful husband, six loving children, dozens of servants, twelve personal postmen doing their rounds inside the palace, a private police force, and six florists. It felt like a trap." Nicolson is especially good about this sort of thing, no doubt in great measure because she knows whereof she writes: She is the granddaughter of Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson, whose privileged but exceedingly complicated marriage was elegantly portrayed by her father, Nigel Nicolson, in his hugely successful book, Portrait of a Marriage (1973).

Nicolson writes about the doings of the upper crust with a not-unattractive mixture of fascination and amusement. She is perhaps a bit more fascinated than she really ought to be by lavish parties, extravagant menus and glittering gowns -- her accounts of "the gay summer life of the capital" become a trifle wearing after a while -- but she also can be wry and unexpectedly informative. Thus, for example, we have the trendy and beautiful Lady Diana Manners, spoiled within an inch of her life, forsaking the designs of the couturier Charles Frederick Worth:

"Diana . . . had her eye on the far more pacey clothes produced by his apprentice and successor Paul Poiret, the current French arbiter of fashion, who had established a considerable following with his sexy, clingy dresses. Curiously, Poiret was also the designer responsible for the inhibiting and controversial hobble skirt and, paradoxically but 'in the name of liberty', the man who 'proclaimed the fall of the corset and the adoption of the brassière.' The freedom he offered was eagerly welcomed behind locked bedroom doors, where time was often precious to illicit lovers. Poiret well knew that in an era of the elaborately laced corset, 'undressing a woman is an undertaking similar to the capture of a fortress.' "

There's much amusing stuff of that nature in The Perfect Summer, and a cast of interesting characters, some familiar, some not: Winston Churchill, "the youngest Home Secretary since Robert Peel nearly a hundred years earlier," "opportunistic," "flagrantly ambitious," "unpredictable, verging on reckless," "a man to be watched, with caution"; Ben Tillett, leader of the dockworkers' union, "an inspiration and hero to his union's quarter of a million members"; Rupert Brooke, Leonard Woolf, Virginia Stephen, Siegfried Sassoon and other young writers, poets and litterateurs who were getting ready to change English letters in dramatic, lasting ways.

There are lively accounts of aristocratic house parties where, after the lights went out, lovers crept about from room to room: "Lord Charles Beresford became particularly vigilant after leaping with an exultant 'Cock-a-doodle-doo!', onto a darkened bed, believing it to contain his lover, only to be vigorously batted away by the much startled Bishop of Chester." More seriously, there are vivid passages about the rural poor, afflicted by "disease and dissatisfaction," and their urban counterparts, living in fetid tenements where "four or five people might share not just one room but one bed, crammed into a twelve-foot by ten-foot space, a baby squashed in one corner, a banana crate for its cot."

Somehow one doubts that the summer of 1911 was "perfect" for these people, and somehow one suspects that this same doubt is shared by Nicolson herself. She seems to have set out to write a nostalgic book about England at the 10th or 11th hour before calamity, and to have encountered a great many inconvenient facts. It is to her credit that she does not shy away from recording them, but it's a pity that she didn't adjust her narrative's tone in order to accommodate them.

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From Publishers Weekly:

Starred Review. The granddaughter of Bloomsbury notables Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson chronicles the minutiae of the hot, sunny summer of 1911, when the rich crammed in a succession of parties as industrial strikes almost brought the country to a standstill, and WWI loomed on the horizon. Under Nicolson's lavish attentions, "upstairs" and "downstairs," the weighty and frivolous spring to vivid life. While Mary approached her upcoming coronation as queen with dread, Leonard Woolf fell in love with his Cambridge pal's sister, the budding novelist Virginia Stephen. The bewitching marchioness of Ripon arranged for Diaghilev's Ballets Russes to perform at Covent Garden, and the Times revealed that certain servants were selling juicy tidbits about their aristocratic employers to American newspapers. Trade unionist Mary Macarthur's fight for women's rights meshes artfully with racy novelist Elinor Glyn's adulterous affair with ambivalent lover Lord Curzon. Lady Diana Manners's tart observations of her debutante season segue to a rendezvous between a footman and a kitchen maid. Drawing on a wide variety of primary sources—from Churchill's memoirs to the tell-all What the Butler Winked At—journalist Nicolson's debut, a British bestseller, serves up a delightfully gossipy yet substantial slice of social history. Photos not seen by PW. (June)
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About this edition

• Publisher: John Murray
• Publication date: 2007
• ISBN 10: 0719562430
• ISBN 13: 9780719562433
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 304