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THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE

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As his novels of the 1950s suggest, Angus Wilson (1913-91) seems to have been intent on restoring Victorian<br />

narrative styles to English fiction in opposition to what he saw as the errant experimentalism of the Modernists. In<br />

contrast to the slim, even anorexic, shapes accepted by his contemporaries, he steadily swelled the physical shape of<br />

the novel back to something approaching its nineteenth-century proportions. As a means of emphasizing where his<br />

artistic loyalties lay, he published a fine, but decidedly untheoretical, study of Émile Zola in 1952 (thoroughly revised<br />

in 1965); in 1970 he added an observant, semi-biographical, critical introduction to Dickens and in 1977 an essay on<br />

Kipling. Wilson recognized in Dickens a writer who combined ‘art and entertainment’ and whose works made up a<br />

‘complete whole — the World of Charles Dickens’. In 1961 he also proclaimed his continuing confidence in the<br />

‘God’s eye view’, the omniscient narrative stance of many of the Victorian novelists that he admired. Although some<br />

critics have attempted to draw parallels between Wilson’s own work and that of Zola, Dickens, and even George Eliot,<br />

the parallels cannot really be sustained. He was, it is true, a convinced realist who occasionally indulged in<br />

grotesquerie and fantasy and a finely tuned comic writer who habitually allowed for the intrusions of tragedy and<br />

cruelty, but the world of his own novels is idiosyncratic and decidedly that of the mid-twentieth century. Wilson, who<br />

began his literary career with two volumes of short stories, The Wrong Set (1949) and Such Darling Dodos (1950),<br />

had a talent more developed for creating scenes, set pieces, and characters than for the spruce and ordered fictional<br />

shapes that defined themselves against what Henry James had dismissed as ‘loose baggy monsters’. Wilson's novels,<br />

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his first, Hemlock and After (1952) to his last, Setting the World on Fire (1980), are essentially comedies of manners<br />

in which the comedy winces, sometimes gratuitously, with pain. As an observer and mimic, Wilson also had an<br />

exceptionally sharp ear and eye for the whims, voices, vogues, pretensions, and pomposities of his time. He had a<br />

particularly fastidious distaste for the kind of social gatherings which represent what he called in his essay The Wild<br />

Garden, or Speaking of Writing (1963) ‘the hell of the human failure to communicate’, where the damned are ‘the<br />

social climbers, those wanting to be loved, the unloved women who push people around, the organization men who<br />

fall to pieces when they are alone’. His two most ‘traditional’ novels, Anglo-Saxon Attitudes (1956) and The Middle<br />

Age of Mrs Eliot (1958), are also probably his surest comments on the cultural, social, and sexual tensions of a period<br />

struggling to come to terms with the conflicting claims of tradition and novelty. Anglo-Saxon Attitudes is especially<br />

adept in its panoramic movement from scene to scene and in its gradual establishment of connections between a<br />

disparate number of characters. Wilson beds his novel in an archaeological fraud (perpetrated in 1912 before the<br />

narrative begins) whose ramifications return to darken the present of Gerald Middleton, an ageing historian. Late<br />

Call (1964) also introduces the idea of historical determination (its opening ‘Prologue’ is set in 1911) but it narrows<br />

the scope of its plot to an account of the alienation of the retired Sylvia Calvert amid the affected liberalism and the<br />

engineered environment of one of the ‘New Towns’ (social experiments much promoted by government planners in<br />

the late 1950s). The latter part of Wilson’s career was marked by an increasing experimentalism, not all of it<br />

successful. Late Call is notable for its deliberate use of pastiche and its undercutting of cliché; Old Men at the Zoo<br />

(1961, but set in an ‘utterly improbable’ 1970-3) for its juxtapositions of men and beasts against a background of<br />

‘wars, domestic and foreign’; No Laughing Matter (1967) for its long time-span (1912-67), for its parodies, and for its<br />

introduction of scenes presented as if they were written for the stage. Neither the capricious As If By Magic (1973) nor<br />

the yet wilder Setting the World on Fire (1980), however, exhibit quite the vivacious panache of Wilson’s earlier<br />

work.<br />

Irish Murdoch (born in Dublin in 1919) was, in the early part of her career, to remain equally faithful to<br />

traditional fictional shapes. Unlike Wilson, however, she underpinned her novels with arguments derived from a<br />

scrupulous investigation of the problems posed by moral philosophy. This underpinning has been consistently<br />

enhanced by a series of independent philosophical studies, notably Sartre, Romantic Rationalist (1953), The<br />

Sovereignty of Good (1970), and Metaphysics as a Guide to Morals (1992). If Murdoch was amongst the earliest<br />

readers to respond positively to Beckett’s fiction (she read Murphy as an undergraduate at Oxford and paid homage to<br />

it in her own first published novel, Under the Net, in 1954), her only work of fiction which can be said to draw<br />

directly from Beckett’s example is Bruno’s Dream (1969), a study of the atrophying consciousness of an old man.<br />

Murdoch sketched the nature of her own<br />

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philosophical and literary standpoint in an article entitled ‘Against Dryness’ in 1961. ‘We live in a scientific and antimetaphysical<br />

age’, she argued, an age in which ‘we have been left with far too shallow and flimsy an idea of human<br />

personality’ and in which the connection between art and the moral life had languished ‘because we are losing our<br />

sense of form and structure in the moral world itself’. The problem with much modern writing, as she saw it, lay in

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