Review:Brideshead Revisted Tuesday, Aug 5 2008 

Having had no background on the story of Brideshead Revisted, written by Evelyn Waugh, I found myself positively surprised concerning the predominant theme of the film.  I must admit that I had never even heard of the book.  That stated, I was, nonetheless, inclined to embrace a story about a middle-class Oxford undergrad who becomes enmeshed with a very disturbed aristocratic family.  Charles Ryder first meets Lord Sebastian Flyte when Flyte, a heavy drinker, vomits in Ryder’s living quarters.  After Lord Flyte recovers from his drunken stupor the next day, he sends Ryder a bouquet of flowers, a curious gesture that hints at the absurdity, or unconventional nature, of the Flyte family.  Lord Flyte is a known “sodomite,” embraced by his fellow Etonians; though Flyte seems eager to embrace something, or someone, outside his tightly-knit milieu.  Charles Ryder is clearly not an aristocrat, and one would be forgiven for thinking Ryder’s attraction to Flyte is also based on social curiousity.  Both men create a close friendship, one that permeates the boundaries of class.  This seems most obvious by Flyte’s metaphoric desire to leave Brideshead - a vast, stony country estate, which, not surprisingly, remains in stark contrast to Ryder’s obsession with the house. 

However, the overwhelming sense of power inspired by the sheer vision of the mansion has little to do with the stony fortress than with the towering figure of the mother within.  Flyte’s autocratic mother, brilliantly executed by Emma Thompson, is about as endearing as an automobile accident.  Her stiff reserve and subtle (even errie) control over her children is frightening.  When Charles joins the family for dinner, Lady Marchmain (the mother) establishes Ryder as a proverbial ”other,” a non-aristocrat, even worse – an artist and an atheist.   And yet, Lady Marchmain keeps Ryder around, presumably as an extension of her control.  She finds she can use Ryder as a vessel to control Sebastian, to keep a watchful eye on her homosexual son.  However, Ryder begins to unravel her control when he indulges Sebastian by giving him money for alcohol.  Alcohol is Sebastian’s only escape from the guilt his very Catholic mother wields on him.  But seemingly, Ryder’s greatest assault on Lady Marchmain is his undeniable appeal to her daughter, the Lady Julia Flyte.  Ryder acts as a catalyzing agent in a daunting reaction of guilt, denial, indulgence, and betrayal.  For both Sebastian and Julia, Ryder is the very person who forces their true selves to rise to the surface.  Lady Marchmain seems to catch on to this, and subsequently banishes Ryder from Brideshead.

The story may seem to be an indictment of religion, specifically, the Catholic religion.  Though, this may be a surface interpretation, for, after all, Ryder is not exactly let off the hook.  His obstinate refusal of religion, comparable to Lady Marchmain’s staunch dislike of Atheism, is portrayed as equally distasteful.  Julia does marry, but it isn’t to Ryder, whose inflexibilty (decision not to convert) prevents any chance of marriage.  She marries Rex, a Catholic american.  Rather telling is Rex’s admission to Ryder that he converted to Catholicism in order to marry Julia.  Two ideas seem to be presented here: One should stick to one’s true convictions, even if a life of unhappiness will result; or, alternatively, one is a fool to give up pleasure and happiness (considering for Ryder there is no afterlife) for useless convictions.

In a sense, both Lady Marchmain and Ryder are the same person – stubborn, inflexible, and dangerously unhappy due to the question of religion.  In the end, the film seems less about Catholicism, adultery, homosexuality and duty.  These are merely vehicles that expose the film’s true message (at least as I see it) - the human inclination to confuse and complicate life is clearly under attack here.  At the end of the film, a young soldier is asked by Ryder if he subscribes to religion, the young man’s answer is startingly simple, and yet, strangely eloquent and profound.  The young man states that one is born, lives, and then dies, and that’s all one can know.  Like any tragedy, Brideshead Revisted leaves the viewer with a sense of wastefulness.  Each character is unable to leave Brideshead behind.  Though Sebastian leaves for Morocco, the shadow of Brideshead still looms over him as he lays dying in ruins.  Inevitably, Julia’s guilt forces her to leave Ryder, the love of her life, for the oppression of Brideshead.  Even Charles returns to Brideshead many years later when the old house becomes a resting place for the British military.  It seems no one truly escapes the stranglehold of Brideshead, nor the confusion and unnecessary complexity of which the house represents.  Unfortunately, all remain virtually lifeless, entombed within the stone fortress.

All in all, this film may be enlightening to those of us who are prone to the old melancholy.  Life need not be unnecessarily complicated, and this film suggests that one must act on one’s passions while rejecting any sort of guilt society may wish to heap upon us. 

Anne

La Petite Boullan Thursday, Jul 31 2008 

Continuing the noble quest my literary compatriot, Anne, and I have undertaken to discover all we can about the incomparable Anne Boleyn, I’ve turned my attention to representations of her in historic fiction.  Truthfully, this chosen research is rather self-serving as I’ve never really taken to the plotless reading of historical textbooks.  My chosen text for this assignment was Robin Maxwell’s Mademoiselle Boleyn, and I must say, I found it quite intriguing.  It has been my habit for years now that when browsing for books in the store, I flip open the cover and read the first few sentences – If I like what I see, I buy it, if not…well, I’m sure you can imagine.  Maxwell begins her novel with a preface:

“There they are.  The cliffs of Dover.  The seas are so rough that one moment the castle and the smudged white line neath the headlands are visible, and the next they’re obliterated by a moving mountain of dark green water under this ship.  I’m desperately queasy—sure my olive complexion matches the waves.  Mayhap that is why I’ve a vague feeling of unease returning home…”

To be completely honest, I wasn’t immediately drawn in by these words, yet neither was I repelled.  My fervor for the subject matter overruled any hesitations I had on the quality of content (as judged by a childhood method that I’ve never managed to shake mind you), and I am sure glad it did.  On completion of the prologue I did have to admit that I was curious.  We begin the novel at the end of the novel–as we so often do—yet, as little is known (or at least written of) Anne Boleyn prior to her marriage to Henry VIII and her execution, the notion that her passage to England to begin her life at the English court is the END of the novel, opens up a new world of possibilities for any Anne Boleyn enthusiast.  

Maxwell does an excellent job of developing the character of young Anne or Petite Boullan as she is affectionately known at the French court.  She treats her heroine with respect, though admittedly perhaps a little favourtism (but hey, what’s wrong with that?), and strives to allow her readers a better understanding of the experiences that shaped the woman who would be queen.  What I liked best about this novel was the way Maxwell strove to create a deeper character than that of simply an ambitious seducer—and yes I’m fully aware that this endorsement could possibly be a result of my stubborn resolve to see Anne this way no matter what.  However, I do feel that Maxwell builds a strong case for a sweeter, sometimes naive, more thoughtful rather than scheming Anne.  

My only criticism would be the overabundance of sexual episodes, which, in my reading, could be seen as bordering on gratuitous.  I understand that Maxwell might have been trying to set up an telling juxtaposition between a rather innocent Anne and the rest of the seemingly sexually depraved French court, however I found myself reading such scenes as the noblewomen/prostitute orgy presided over by a voyeuristic King François, and couldn’t help wondering just what purpose they served beyond sheer titillation.  

Beyond this I found her novel a light, enjoyable and highly detailed look at the life of Anne before her arrival at the English court.  For anyone looking for illumination of the motivations of such a notoriously-viewed figure, it’s a must!

 Kate