I can’t overstate how immensely useful Elizabeth von Arnim has been for one of the trickiest decades of A Century of Books, the 1900s. She has been one of my favourite authors for ages but all of the books I’ve read this year for the project were new to me: The Benefactress (1901), The Princess Priscilla’s Fortnight (1905), Fräulein Schmidt and Mr Anstruther (1907), and now The Adventures of Elizabeth in Rügen (1904) and The Caravaners (1909).
Like all of the Elizabeth books, The Adventures of Elizabeth in Rügen is exactly what you would expect it to be based on the title (much like Elizabeth and Her German Garden is about Elizabeth’s garden in Germany or The Solitary Summer is about, surprise, a summer spent in solitude). Elizabeth, accompanied by her invaluable maid Gertrud, has decided to take a holiday to the German island of Rügen, leaving her husband and children behind. Unencumbered by dependents, she is free to be the Elizabeth who indulges in long walks and light meals, able to think about the beauties of nature rather than the demands of her family.
But, of course, Elizabeth does not find the peace she had dreamt of. Though her trip is a short one – only eleven days – she finds herself kept quite busy between her new acquaintances and her old ones. The Harvey-Brownes, an English mother and son, she can just about handle, but an unexpected encounter with her unconventional cousin Charlotte proves a bit more frustrating. A strident feminist and deeply annoying woman, Charlotte has abandoned her husband (an aged professor) and now lives and lectures in England. Elizabeth cannot agree with her cousin’s extreme views, especially when Charlotte begins criticizing Elizabeth’s life, with her garden and babies. When the professor appears, an irritatingly condescending and benignly amorous septuagenarian who has not seen his wife in more than a year, things get even more complicated. His wife wants nothing to do with him while the Harvey-Brownes, great admirers of his work, won’t leave him alone.
As much as I enjoy Elizabeth’s (almost) solitary wanderings and musing on her surroundings, the book is funniest when she is the company of others. Able to observe and comment on the Harvey-Brownes, Charlotte, and the Professor, we see once again that wit that makes von Arnim’s books so delightful. The laughs are more gentle than in her other books and it did take me a while to ease into the story but it was still a solidly enjoyable read, just not the best example of von Arnim’s powers.
Like The Adventures of Elizabeth in Rügen, The Caravaners is also written in the form of a travel journal although this time the travels are in England and the author, instead of the delightful Elizabeth, is one of the most obnoxious characters von Arnim ever created.
When Baron Otto Von Ottringe and his wife Edelgard embark on a caravanning holiday in Southern England, neither they nor they companions know what they are getting themselves in to. The indignities of life on the road are one thing – the economies of caravanning do not make up for the inconveniences, Otto quickly realises – but it is Otto’s interactions with his fellow travellers that truly sour the trip for everyone. Except Otto, our pompous, chauvinistic, lazy narrator, has no idea. What he does notice is how his wife rebels against his authority once they start out, talking back to him, dressing in the more modern style of their travel companions, and generally not behaving at all in the way of a proper German wife. And goodness knows Otto has plenty to say on how a good German wife should behave:
…older and married women must take care to be at all times quiet. Ejaculations of a poetic or ecstatic nature should not, as a rule, pass their lips. They may ejaculate perhaps over a young baby (if it is their own) but that is the one exception; and there is a good reason for this one, the possession of a young baby implying as a general rule a corresponding youth in its mother. I do not think however that it is nice when a woman ejaculates over, say, her tenth young baby. The baby of course will still be sufficiently young for it is a fresh one, but it is not a fresh mother, and by that time she should have stiffened into stolidity, and apart from the hours devoted to instructing her servant, silence. Indeed, the perfect woman does not talk at all. Who want to hear her? All that we ask of her is that she shall listen intelligently when we wish, for a change, to tell her about our own thoughts, and that she should be at hand when we want anything. Surely this is not much to ask.
Otto is awful. I completely recognize that. Like those forced to travel with him, I would resent and then avoid him at all costs. He has no manners, mistreating everyone he views as below his level, and views his wife as a being who neither requires nor desires his affection or respect. While his courtly manners are deployed on the other women of his party, Edelgard is ignored: No woman (except of course my wife) shall ever be able to say I have not behaved to her as a gentleman should. Otto is the ultimate portrait of the pompous, poorly educated, undiscerning, war-mongering and overbearing German man so often to be found in von Arnim’s books. It is sharply but almost too viciously done and by the end I was more upset with von Arnim than I was with Otto.
This kind of humour, where the narrator unknowingly makes himself the object of ridicule, fills me with pity. Once his companions’ contempt for him became clear, and Otto’s obliviousness remained intact, I spent the rest of the book blushing in embarrassment for him, even as his blunders gave them more and more reasons to avoid his company. There was something very cruel about the scene at the dance, where everyone darted away as soon as Otto approached. I know how and why I am supposed to find it amusing, I just don’t. There is enough sense about Otto – he is particularly sympathetic when pointing out the absurdities of travelling by caravan and how ill-suited he and his upper-class companions are to roughing it – that he cannot be entirely dismissed as a fool.
It is a very humourous book and another wonderful example of von Arnim’s versatility but, for me, it was too uncomfortably cruel to really enjoy.
Ah, your review reminded me that someone else had found the cruelty of Caravaners hard to read (alas, I can’t remember who?). I’m guessing that was back during the VMC reading week. I still haven’t tried von Arnim. Kudos to you for being at 91/100!
Was it maybe Elaine? I remember her saying something along the same lines last year when a few bloggers (Simon and Rachel among them) were reading it.
And thanks for the kudos! With only four books left to read, I am trying to catch up with my reviews. Strange to say, but I think I will be done before Christmas.
Thanks for your post! Each time I read a fresh von Arnim review, I am again reminded to move her books up my TBR list! I actually have Elizabeth in Rugen, but I think it’s a sequel to The Solitary Summer, which I haven’t read – must they be read in order?
It is a sequel but I also haven’t read The Solitary Summer so no, there is no need to read them in order! I would still recommend reading the first Elizabeth book, Elizabeth and Her German Garden, before (if you haven’t already) so you’ll get the full and proper introduction to her.
I have The Adventures of Elizabeth on the TBR shelves, but I’m still a bit shell-shocked from The Pastor’s Wife so it may be a while before I return to von Arnim.
I can see what you mean about the humor in The Caravaners, and now I feel rather heartless because I didn’t feel even a moment’s pity for Otto. No, that’s not true, I did sympathize with him over the discomforts of camping in bad weather, I remember. It’s interesting, the way we see both The Pastor’s Wife & this book differently – I have more sympathy for Ingeborg, and you for Otto.
The Pastor’s Wife is so powerful, isn’t it? I know we had different reactions to the characters and different ideas about what von Arnim was trying to do but, like you, I found myself reeling after I finished reading it just because of how unexpected everything in it is. No such confusion with any Elizabeth book! 😉
I agree that von Arnim can sometimes be very cruel! When she decides to stick the knife in she is ruthless, and it can be painful to read. Usually she achieves the trick of being so funny, and so just that you can enjoy the knife, but not always. The Caravaners is so relentless – I know what you mean about that dance. But my sympathy was with Ingeborg.
I do feel sympathy for Edelgard (I think Ingeborg was a typo?) – how could you not when she has to live with Otto? – but that doesn’t preclude me from feeling some sympathy for Otto too.
Oops, yes, Edelgard!
I’ve never come across her, but ironically last night I saw a friend I hadn’t seen for a year who told me I must read Elizabeth and her German Garden. Off to read your review now.
You must read it! It is marvellous and, until very recently, I counted it as my favourite von Arnim and one of my top five favourite books (it has been edged out by Fräulein Schmidt and Mr Anstruther).