Kingsley Amis, “Lucky Jim”

This is one of those books that was on my parents’ book shelf. I tried to read it a number of times as a precocious child and then as a teenager — it was clearly marketed as humor but, like their collections of cartoons from Punch (such a WASP affectation!), the laughs went right over my head.

Part of the problem, though, was that I’m both too literal-minded and too tender-hearted for humor like Amis’s. By any measure James Dixon and the rest of the characters in this novel — his nemesis Professor Welch, the neurotic Margaret, various sad-sack residents of his boarding-house — are comic figures. But, you know, if you lodge the narrative in someone’s consciousness, I’m going to sympathize. And much of what happens to Dixon is cringe-worthy. In a way this kind of humor is like the British version of The Office: it’s funny, but it’s also mortifying.

Fortunately for me some of the humor also resides in Amis’s style. He has that English delight in word-play for its own sake. Here is the hotel ballroom where a dance is being held: on the wall “some lack of perspective or similar commodity made a phalanx of dwarf infantrymen (Spartan? Macedonian? Roman?) seem to be falling from the skies upon their much larger barbarian adversaries (Persian? Iranian? Carthaginian?) who, unaware of this danger overhead, gazed threateningly into the empty middle distance.”

There is also a lot of pure farce, climaxing in Dixon’s drunken lecture on “Merrie England,” which made me wish I could see the book filmed with, perhaps, a young Jim Broadbent in the title role. Some of the best moments involve cars, which I suppose were sufficiently rare in early-1950s England to be worth noticing.

What struck me most, actually, is that Lucky Jim is the reverse of Jutland Cottage or any of Angela Thirkell’s work. Amis is perhaps the anti-Thirkell, with sympathies firmly lodged in the new Labour England. Dixon himself is the product of a local grammar school, teaching at a provincial “redbrick” university, with only the slightest chance of breaking into the Thirkell world.  Dixon is in fact what the Thirkell characters are all most frightened of: the educated middle class, baying for their jobs and privileges.

Completely unrelated but striking: austerity England. There’s a breakfast scene where a hung-over Dixon must witness a young woman eating eggs with “sauce.” Just — sauce. Not ketchup, not Worcestershire, not salsa, no qualifier at all. Can it be that English food in the early 50s was so limited  that there was one kind of readily-available sauce?

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I spend most of my time writing and reading. Most recent publications: the reissue of "To Marry an English Lord,"one of the inspirations for "Downton Abbey," and the historical novel "Leaving Van Gogh." I am too cranky to belong to a book group but I love the book-blogging community.
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6 Responses to Kingsley Amis, “Lucky Jim”

  1. Kelli Garner says:

    Really nice posts. I will be checking back here regularly.

  2. Chris Squire says:

    Re: ‘Can it be that English food in the early 50s was so limited that there was one kind of readily-available sauce?’ Yes – it was and is called ‘brown sauce’ and afficionados would use it in large quantities to smother the taste of whatever they eating.

    http://www.brownsauce.org/

    • carolwallace says:

      Oh, Chris, you made my day. Especially since, unbeknownst to me, I grew up with, yes, brown sauce! (Anglophile WASP family, naturally.) Very hard to get now but I can and do buy it at my exotic NYC grocery when I need a shot of nostalgia. Nothing else comes close. Gosh, it’s so nice when these little niggling mysteries of life get solved.

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