Review: Mariana, Monica Dickens

I adored this book – it was such a comfort read.  I feel a real sense of sadness that it is only a library book – giving it back is going to be a wrench.  There are obvious parallels to I Capture The Castle but to me, it recalled far more The Pursuit of Love, only a far gentler version; there is none of the trademark Mitford spikiness, it is self-deprecating rather than skewering.  This is a true coming-of-age tale with the blithe ingenue heroine Mary at its heart.  The story begins with her as a young wife, listening to the wireless and hearing that her husband’s ship has gone down.  Stuck out in the countryside in the middle of a storm, with no access to a phone line, Mary has no way of finding out what has become of him and, unable to sleep, she lies in the darkness thinking of all of the events of her life that have brought her to this point.  From such a bleak beginning, the novel immediately lightens, going back to Mary’s idyllic childhood, the long summers spent amongst her cousins at Charbury, her bohemian dress-maker mother and her would-be movie star uncle – it becomes a comedy of manners, with the reader watching a young girl grow up in a world which knows that her ultimate fate is only ever going to be matrimony.

There is more than the whiff of the memoir about Mariana, with many of the details drawn from Monica Dickens’ own life.  There is a comfort about many of the early events of the story, with various childish adventures and mishaps that would not be out of place in a Noel Streatfeild novel.  Still, there is an added layer to many of the anecdotes, with the adult Mary reminding herself of details that her mother reported later, of tensions and arguments of which at the time she was ignorant – these days were not as halcyon as she believed.  Yet all the same, Mariana never sets out to be a novel that is going to rock the boat; as a young woman growing to adulthood in the 1930s, Mary is extremely conventional in her outlook – inheriting the outlook of her father’s side of the family, she is horrified when her mother suggests that when she grows up she will have to out to work.  “Oh no, I shan’t do that, I’m going to be married and have twenty-six children with names going all through the alphabet, like Arthur, Barbara, Chloe, Egbert, Felicity, George, Harriet, Ipheginia -‘  The twelve year-old Mary is no crazed husband-hunter, she just knows that the only career she is interested in is that of wife.

Monica Dickens - portrait of the British writer, the great-granddaughter of Charles Dickens. 10 May 1915 - 5 December 1992 --- Image by © Lebrecht Music & Arts/Corbis
Monica Dickens – portrait of the British writer, the great-granddaughter of Charles Dickens. 10 May 1915 – 5 December 1992 — Image by © Lebrecht Music & Arts/Corbis

There is a real nostalgia to Mariana, particularly in its descriptions of Charbury, her grandparents’ country house.  There are frequent descriptions of food – the nursery teas and the high dinners to which the children are invited on their best behaviour, then the wonderful evening when Mary’s Uncle Geoffrey takes her to the Cafe Royal.  The food really hits its zenith when Mary spends her year in Paris, with the dashing Pierre available to guide her to all of the best spots – then when Mary realises on the boat home to England that she cannot possible remain in France, since England looks ‘so comfortably unexotic, like a cabbage.’  Food is a part of Mary’s identity – and with the advent of rationing, not only is the reader wistful for the luxurious pre-rationing cuisine, but Mary is having to find familiarity elsewhere.

More than anything, Mariana is a truly funny novel – my personal favourite was the scene from Mary’s childhood when she struggles through her algebra homework, with both her mother and uncle trying to help her.  Her mother ‘with puckered brows trying to cast her mind back to the days of the Dulwich High School, and Uncle Geoffrey breathing down the back of Mary’s neck, out of his depth but willing to have a good guess’.  As the conversation continues, Uncle Geoffrey doggedly repeats the question to himself since his ‘policy was, when in doubt, always go back to the beginning.’  This was so reminiscent of my own childhood struggles with maths that I had to laugh – Dickens has a real ear for dialogue and it is this which lifts what could otherwise be a very run-of-the-mill tale into being a novel to truly treasure.

Much of Dickens’ wit is highly observant, such as her words on Mary’s classmate Cecily Barnard who ‘couldn’t even write her own name and was not allowed to lock the door of the lavatory’ – then there is also the horror of Mary’s first friend Muriel, whose ‘oppressive attachment’ proves hard to shake off.  There is the shudder of true recognition in Dickens’ description of Muriel as ‘like those undergraduates whose political and religious convictions are as obtrusive as their Adam’s apples.’  It is with relief that Mary discovers Angela Shaw as a friend instead.  The comedy hits its most absurd height with Mary’s attempts to train as an actress which are harrowing in their awfulness – Dickens conjures up vividly Mary’s leaden lack of aptitude, something which must have been a cathartic experience since Monica Dickens too was kicked out of drama school for not being able to act.

I read the book with no pre-conceptions – I even somehow missed the blurb – and so observed Mary’s romantic adventures and misadventures with no expectations about where the cards would fall and ultimately I was glad that I had done so.  This is not a story with wild twists and turns, it is the story of how a young girl came to be but perhaps the biggest surprise is that Mary’s conclusion is not a romantic one, but a realisation that she is complete in herself.  That no matter what the morning may bring, she will have to go on.  ‘When you were born, you were given a trust of individuality that you were bound to preserve.  It was precious.  The things that happened in your life, however closely connected with other people, developed and strengthened that individuality.  You became a person  Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me.  So I have to go on being me.’  Mary may appear rooted in the domestic, but for all that, she makes a surprisingly revolutionary revelation.  I can think of few novels which left me feeling quite so much happiness, and the only reason I didn’t whoop at the final few lines was that I was on a bus.  A reassuring read but one with an incredibly warm heart.


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Mariana by Monica Dickens
Published by Persephone Books on 2008
Genres: Fiction, Literary
Pages: 377
ISBN: 9781906462048

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7 thoughts on “Review: Mariana, Monica Dickens

  1. Thank you so much! This is one of my daughter’s and my favourite books. Today we were at her house trying to remember the name of Mary’s uncle but the only copy that we share is at my house, one hundred miles away, so we were driven to distraction. You were the only reviewer we could find who actually mentioned Uncle Geoffrey. Of course, we kicked ourselves for not remembering!

    It’s so sad that others don’t see how integral Uncle Geoffrey is to some of the best scenes. The homework scene comes back to me so often when I’m trying to work something out and I start saying, ‘Let x be the length,’ or whatever it is I’m trying to calculate. And then I forget what I was doing because I go off into a lovely, long reverie of the train journey to Charbury.

    1. I loved loved loved this book. It was just so beautiful and so uplifting – and I normally veer away from books described as that (they tend to have pastel covers and feature plots involving cupcakes). Really glad to hear that there are other devoted fans out there!

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