Next up in my very modern series
is a book that isn’t Neo-Victorian at
all, but rather neo-nineteenth-century. Susanna Clarke’s magical odyssey spans
the years 1806-1817, as her unlikely pair of magicians help defeat Napoleon,
squabble via rival periodicals, and accidentally inflict perpetual night on
swathes on Austrian-ruled Venice.
Despite its early setting, I
wanted to include the novel in my Neo-Victorian round-up not only due to its
high quality and current popularity (given the 2015 BBC adaptation), but
because, in tone, plot and structure, it stands apart from many other
historical novels (and novels more generally), making it an interesting
counterpoint to some of the novels I’ve previously blogged about.
Rather than trading on plot
devices familiar to lovers of nineteenth-century novels (as we saw in Michael
Cox’s The Meaning of Night, or even
more directly, due to its intertextual interests, in John Harding’s Florence and Giles), Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
continually defies readerly expectations. Clarke’s English magicians are
capable of transporting whole cities to different continents and disappearing
through mirrors, and at times it feels as if she herself is achieving something
similar, as the novel lurches madly but masterfully between locations, subplots
and consciences.
If some of the Neo-Victorian
writers I’ve looked at so far can seem to go a bit heavy on proving the
historical verisimilitude of their texts, their literary antecedents, and their
academic leanings, Clarke’s novel reads as something of a witty rebuke. Here
too there are footnotes, and a deep consciousness of the novel as text, but
their content is an extended joke. Clarke has created an entire academic
discipline of Theoretical Magic, complete with a cast of nineteenth-century,
and earlier, scholars, canonical texts with which the reader becomes
increasingly familiar, and vicious intellectual debates. What’s most clever is
how this ‘history’ intersects with a history of England (and particularly the
North of England) made more magical. The longer you read (there are more than 1000
pages in all) the harder it becomes to distinguish between history and fantasy,
as if you were trying to traverse one of Norrell’s labyrinths.
Susanna Clarke (1959-) |
‘Footnote: In this speech Mr Lascelles has managed to combine all Lord
Portishead’s books into one. By the time Lord Portishead gave up the study of
magic in early 1808 he had published three books: The Life of Jacques
Belais, pub. Longman, London, 1801, The
Life of Nicholas Goubert, pub. Longman,
London, 1805, and A Child’s History of the Raven King, pub. Longman, London, 1807, engravings by Thomas Bewick.’
If in some ways Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell is a
very different kind of novel, in others, however, it bears all the hallmarks of
its literary antecedents. In style, Clarke attempts a blend of Dickensian
characterisation and caricature with a rye social humour most comparable with
Jane Austen. The execution is a little uneven (and works better in passages
exempt from references to magic), but means that there are points at which the
novel fills less like a fantasy tome and more like a social comedy.
One of Portia Rosenberg's illustrations |
‘Lovers are rarely the most rational beings in creation and so it
will come as no surprize to my readers to discover that Strange’s musings
concerning Miss Woodhope had produced a most inexact portrait of her.’
Overall, the novel is a light,
but long, entertainment, designed to delight academics and the well-read,
complete with cameos from the likes of Byron and Lord Wellington, and using the
past as a foreign country where even the magical becomes strangely plausible.
Don’t expect emotional depths, a literary response to the literary canon, or a
Victorian preoccupation with the human condition and morality. Neo-nineteenth-centuryism
is, for Clarke, a device for creating her very own breed of magic realism.
What novel should the Secret
Victorianist read next in her Neo-Victorian Voices series? Let me know – here,
on Facebook or by tweeting @SVictorianist!
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