This my contribution to the 1968 Club, running this week and hosted by Karen at Kaggsy’s Bookish Ramblings and Simon at Stuck in a Book. Do join in!
Firstly, The Quest for Christa T by Christa Wolf (trans. Christopher Middleton). This is the story of Christa’s life, told from the point of view of a schoolfriend who becomes reacquainted with Christa before leukaemia cuts her life short. The opening paragraph captures the concerns of the novel- the impossibility of ever truly knowing another person, and the fallacy of ever trying to capture them in order to portray them to others:
“The quest for her: in the thought of her. And of the attempt to be oneself. She speaks of this in her diaries, which we have, on the loose manuscript pages that have been found, and between the lines of those letters of hers that are known to me. I must forget my memory of Christa T – that is what these documents have taught me. Memory puts a deceptive colour on things.”
Christa is an enigma. She is self-contained but within that is a resistance; having survived Hitler’s Germany she doesn’t readily conform to East Germany’s strictures:
“she was always tall, and thin, until the last years, after she’d had children. So there she was, walking along in front, stalking head-in-the-air along the curb, and suddenly she put a rolled newspaper in her mouth and let go with a shout: HOOOHAAHOOO – something like that. She blew her trumpet and the off-duty sergeants and corporals of the local defense corps stopped and stared and shook their heads at her.”
This is a watershed moment for the narrator, the point at which she notices Christa and begins to acknowledge her wonder at her friend. However, while Christa is compelling, she also lives a life that is completely ordinary. She grows up, gets married, has children, and works as a teacher.
“Christa T lived strenuously even when she seemed lackadaisical; that ought to be attested, though the point here cannot be attested, though the point here cannot be to justify her…she didn’t attempt to escape from it all, as many people were starting to do in those years. When her name was called: “Christa T!” – she stood up and went and did what was expected of her.”
Despite this, the quest is not one that can be fulfilled – at the end we are in the position of the narrator in that we don’t know who Christa T is either. This is Christa’s final resistance: she conformed exactly how she was supposed to under Nazism and communism, and yet the state, her friends, and the readers of her story cannot box her in.
“There it is again, the language of her sketches, there her voice is heard again. Yet it will eventually have to stop; the moment is coming where the voice fails, and it can’t be interrupted. Some details pass me by, while I anticipate the end.”
The Quest for Christa T is fragmentary and non-linear, yet it still manages to be a satisfying whole. It is a subtle, beautifully written novel which allows for the reader’s intelligence to find their own meaning. But don’t just take my word for it, take David Bowie’s: The Quest for Christa T was one of his 100 must-read books.
Secondly, the short story collection Tigers are Better-Looking by Jean Rhys, which features two collections, the first 8 stores collected under the titular tale, the last 9 printed from The Left Bank, originally published in 1927. The rest of The Left Bank stories were judged by Rhys to be too weak to merit republication. Surprisingly though, these were my favourite part of Tigers are Better-Looking. While I enjoyed the first selection of stories, I felt they weren’t as strong as Sleep It Off Lady, her final collection of short stories published 8 years after this, which I had greatly enjoyed. While The Left Bank stories are essentially sketches, I thought they had real verve so I’ll concentrate on this section. When read all together they give a wonderful sense of a particular city at a particular time. Rhys captures people with artful description:
Illusion “Miss Bruce was quite an old inhabitant of the Quarter […] one thought of her as a shining example of what character and training – British character and training – can do. After seven years in Paris she appeared utterly untouched, utterly unaffected, by anything hectic, slightly exotic or unwholesome. Going on all the time all round her were the cult of beauty and the worship of physical love: she just looked at her surroundings in her healthy, sensible way, and then dismissed them from her thoughts”
And she is equally adept at capturing relationships, such as that between a painter and ex-prostitute in Tea with an Artist:
“And then I remembered the way in which she had touched his cheek with her big hands. There was in that movement knowledge, and a certain sureness: as it were the ghost of a time when her business in life had been the consoling of men.”
Rhys often drew on her own life and there are certainly stories here that will be familiar to anyone who has read her work: depression and poverty in Hunger, the life she knew as a shop model in Mannequin, but she also broadens her gaze. There is a touching portrait of an old man and child in From a French Prison, a tragic love affair in La Grosse Fifi quite different from the dinginess and malaise that characterises the affairs she normally writes about.The longest story is Vienne, and here is where the shadow of war begins to loom over the Europe she has been portraying. A young couple, too sad to be Bright Young Things, desperately traverse the continent without quite understanding the danger, but knowing they must reach safety.
“We drank a still wine, sweetish, at dinner. It went to my head and again I could tell myself that my existence was a dream. After all it mattered very little where we went. Warsaw, London…London, Warsaw…..Words! Quite without the tremendous significance I had given them.”
I don’t think Tigers Are Better Looking is Rhys at her best, but there is still so much to enjoy in this collection, flashes of brilliance even when the stories aren’t as strong. She’s a wonderful writer and reading this has encouraged me to dig out the remaining novels of hers that I have yet to read.
To end, the UK number one this week in 1968. All together now: la, la, la, la, la, laaaaaaaaaa….
Thanks for joining in! The Quest for Christa T was one of the 1968 books on my shelves that didn’t quite make my pile this week – but it sounds fascinating, and fascinatingly written.
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Thanks for running the 1968 Club with Karen, I always really enjoy them!
Christa T is fascinating – I’ll be returning to it, as I think it will yield different things on re-reading.
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Yours is the first 1968 Club post I’ve read – I’m off to a good start!
Interesting that you preferred the stories Rhys thought were weak… I haven’t heard of the first book. It’s always fun to learn about the new ones!
Thanks for the song at the end… I haven’t heard that in ages. 🙂
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Thanks Naomi! Yes, even though the stories aren’t the strongest structurally, I found the fragmentary effect of reading them all together built a really wonderful, quirky picture of Paris at that time.
I hadn’t heard the song for ages either – I fear its a bit of an earworm, I’m going to be la-la-ing all day!
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Really interesting to read your perspective on Rhys’ short stories. One year on, several of the pieces from The Left Bank have stayed with me while many of the others (with the notable exception of Till September Petronella) have faded somewhat. Like you, I was struck by the images in Vienne, an evocative piece.
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Yes, it’s so evocative and I really expect The Left Bank to stay with me too. Those portraits of the people are so memorable. Vienne is sort of terrifying isn’t it? You really get a sense of the creeping menace of war.
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These two books sound absolutely fascinating, but I’m particularly drawn to The Quest for Christa T – it sounds really unusual in lots of different ways.
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It is unusual, the structure and plotting are quite surprising, but it still pulls you along.
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I haven’t participated in this reading challenge but noticed on a few blogs that the year 1968 was proving challenging for some readers! A quick glance at my own collection reveals only two books published in 1968 – The Tiger Who Came to Tea (does that count? It is a classic…) and John Irving’s Setting Free the Bears.
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The Tiger Who Came to Tea definitely counts, it is a bona fide classic! I can’t believe Setting Free the Bears was written so long ago, I would’ve said 1980s for sure…
I did find this year tougher than the other years that have been done – not sure why. If only I’d known about the Tiger Who Came to Tea, it would definitely have been one of my choices 😀
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Agree, Irving is all about the eighties for me…
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I like the sound of those Rhys’ sketches. Wonderful quotes!
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I think The Left Bank stories have been dismissed somewhat over the years but I really enjoyed them. I’m so glad the quotes appealed, the sketches are so well realised 🙂
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I remember liking this Rhys collection very much.
I read Christa T. a well but sadly, it hasn’t stayed with me. Reading your review felt like reading about a book I haven’t read.
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Oh dear, I fear that may be my poor reviewing rather than the book itself! It’s funny how some books really stay with us while others fade – I’ve a terrible memory for plots & other details, I tend more to remember my reaction to the book or the overall atmosphere it evoked rather than what actually happened!
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Now I really want to watch The Producers again…
And I really loved ‘Christa’ despite its difficulties – once I got into the groove of her writing I was fine! 🙂
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Yes, you have to adapt to her voice, don’t you? It took me a few pages but once I was there the writing really flowed.
It’s always good to have a reason to watch The Producers 😀
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Two great choices, both which were on my long list but didn’t make it to the short list – all the better to showcase the variety of 1968! They are two books I would like to read sometime though.
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I really hope you enjoy them when you get to them! I will head over to your blog to see what made the short list 🙂
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You realise I’m going to be singing that for weeks now, don’t you?? And it took me three decades to get it out of my head the first time round…
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It’s such an earworm isn’t it? I do apologise!
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Thanks for the earworm! She’s way too young to be singing those lyrics, just as I am way too much without dancing skilllzzz to spontaneously break into a Greek/Russian inspired dance at the chorus, but who cares 😉
I’ve not read any Jean Rhys yet, I’m definitely going to have to, the consensus in the blog-sphere seems to be that I’m really missing out.
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Apologies for the earworm, but I am much heartened that it prompted spontaneous Greek/Russian dancing – my work here is done 😉
I enjoy Jean Rhys the more I read her – you’ve a treat in store!
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