Monday, November 26, 2012

The Magic of Living - Reprise

At first glance, Arabella Birch doesn't seem like much of a catch.  The stuttering and supposed plainness would seem to doom her to the life of an old maid, yet at 22 she manages to snag her very own RDD. Turns out she's not as plain as she thinks, and that the stuttering doesn't matter to people who really love her.

Arabella reminds me of a man I know from church. Let's call him 'John' (not his real name). He is the worst stutterer I've ever known. Much worse than Arabella sounds.  I've known him and his family for eight or nine years. He is such a nice guy (and funny), I always find myself surprised when he starts stuttering - because I totally forget about the stuttering when he's not around. I remember what he said, but not how. Betty Keira's youngest (going on 4 years old) is a mild stutterer - it manifests mostly in hesitation (or as I like to call it, 'dramatic pause').  Again, to me, it's much more important to remember what he says. For instance, while Betty Keira's family was packing up to go home after spending Thanksgiving at the van der Stevejincks, I asked Zac if he would like to stay here and live with me.  He answered (with no apparent hesitation) "Yes".  I'm sure it didn't have anything to do with the fact that I just so happen to have 3 remote control cars that he adores playing with.  

Betty Debbie

Leave it to The Mighty Betty Neels to incorporate spastic children into the plot of her mid-seventies romance novel. And not only spastics (which here does not mean your little brother dancing around in your bra) but a stutter too! Is she successful? Did Houdini do card tricks? Heck yes.

Arabella Birch, 22, is a student nurse--orphaned at a young age and raised with her cousins in the care of Aunt Maud and Uncle garblemumblewhocares. She has unremarkable features and pale brown hair--a gentle kind of beauty which, next to her glamorous cousin Hilary, looks like an adorable pair of China flats cast off for some four inch Manolo Blahniks.
Arabella lets the readers know a couple of facts about her family:
  • They are very nice. They took her in as a 5-year-old and never grudged the expense.
  • Aunt Maud is full of some very helpful advice.
  • Hilary is a casual cousin but generally kind.
Editorial Note:
Many years ago I read a criticism of some literature that said, in essence, that the author did too much 'telling' and not enough 'showing'. In this case The Great Betty (at her most genius) has Arabella tell us a lot of nonsense and then quietly shows us how the family really treats our heroine.
So let's find out what home life is really like:
  • Aunt Maud's advice is to tell Arabella to buy plain clothes since she will have to support herself someday--unlike Hilary who won't. Also that plain hats should go with plain faces. There is a scene wherein Arabella sneaks a try-on of her friend's wedding hat, too embarrassed to see herself probably look awful in it in front of the other girls. Aunt Maud has a lot to answer for.
  • Hilary is not cruel to Arabella. Sure, she annexes every male in sight but it's not as though Arabella really cares about any of them. Nanny Bliss wonders what will happen when this is no longer the case.
  • Arabella is used as a gopher and babysitter in ways that the daughter of the house would never be.
So, all in all it's not dungeons, short rations and daily beatings but Arabella hasn't got a clue that she's being used. Not one to play dirty tricks on others, it is inconceivable that she might be treated so.
Hilary, in order to carry on an inexplicable flirtation with a man whose marital status, eye-wear and awkwardly hyphenated name (married, hornrims, Thisby-Barnes) make him sound like a booby prize, wheedles Arabella give up her holidays in order to take her place ushering a busload of spastics to Holland for a summer camp.
Editorial Note: The Founding Bettys actually have a few siblings whom The Venerable Neels would have classified as 'spastic' but it's not a word people use anymore (at least for any medical condition)--preferring often to use the term cerebral palsy. So, please understand, if I'm laughing (and I am) it's only at the term.
Hilary manages to hog all the limelight and then sends the busload of spastics on their way.
Arabella is managing just fine (even though the other nurse is worse than useless) when the driver up and dies. He dies!
Arabella hastily grabs the wheel to avert an oncoming car and lands them in a ditch. (All this is more heroic and skilled than that just sounded)
But this is Holland and you can't swing a dead cat around without hitting a dishy Dutch doctor. Dr. Gideon van der Vorst, 38, peers at all her gentle loveliness from his perch on the side of the bus and commences the evacuation.
He is witness to her good sense, infinite patience, correct priorities, calmness, helpfulness, good scout-ery and stammer (which doesn't bother him a jot...Honestly, maybe every married pair should meet during a crisis.). She weathers a rescue that resembles something out of a muppet skit.
Gideon quotes some Shakespeare at her ('She has brown hair and speaks soft like a woman...') and takes care of getting everyone to the hospital.
Everyone is fine (except for, you know, the dead fellow) aside from Billy and Sally--they both broke some bones--and will be sent back shortly. Gideon suggests that Arabella bring them to his home for the remainder of their convalescence. She wonders if his wife will feel it inconvenient.
Well, no. He's a bachelor. His little sister Larissa is there to play propriety. (Because Billy and Sally can't move fast enough to break up a spot of late-night snogging, I suppose.)
Editorial Note: The one sentence that best encapsulates the nature of her stay at his home is about an ordinary tea in the sitting room: '...they talked comfortable nothings.' Arabella's stammer almost completely disappears when she is wrapped up in the peaceful cocoon of the doctor's house. A lot of other stuff happens during this relatively quiet time but it is mostly an interlude where the principles are enjoying one another enormously--kissing too. Tellingly, Arabella mentions Hilary (her wonderful cousin Hilary), hardly at all.
But it can't last forever. He returns her to her British hospital after a couple of weeks. She knows that Gideon likes her but not much else. And then Hilary, tripping down the stairs in a blinding glow of mendacious solicitation, meets the doctor. Arabella can see the castles in the air she built up over the previous weeks begin to show signs of structural weakness.
Hilary, up to this point, has been more or less benign--sure there's a pit where her heart should be but she's not been cruel to Arabella, merely unfeeling. And she's not trying to be cruel now (or maybe not trying very hard). Arabella, to her, is a native guide and having lead the Great White Hunter (Hilary) to the herd of wild rhinoceros (RDD) it's time for Arabella to cartoonishly clap her hands over her ears in anticipation of the .50 caliber rifle taking down that noble beast with alacrity. I can almost see her adjusting her bodice and heading into battle.
For his part, it helps the plot tremendously if you understand that Gideon is at first happy to meet Arabella's cousin. All that charming 'Darling-are-you-alright' and 'I'm-sorry-you-had-to-go'-ness is just how he would like to believe Arabella's family would treat her. He agrees to let her make a third in the car as he drives them home for a four day break. See, he thought there was real affection between them and can't make it out at all.
Arabella, the scales now ripped from her eyes with a vengeance, is furious. She sees Hilary as she is and for the first time her stammer becomes a real obstacle to sorting out misinformation (Hilary is practically a one-man Minister of Propaganda) and beating her cousin to the punch.
Editorial Note: I'm not about to spoil the machinations of Hilary the Depraved but, sufficient to say, a close reading will show that the doctor recovers from his Hilary-blindness (which never included attraction even a little) toot sweet. He continues to be around her only to gain access to an increasingly elusive Arabella.
But then Hilary makes a fatal mistake (ah pride, that most deadly of sins) when she tells Gideon that she has to go home to nurse a nigh-on-dead Nanny Bliss. Never mind Arabella--she didn't want to come anyway. She wanted to go shopping!
Which all leads to Gideon practically kicking down Arabella's door (in the nurse's home, mind you!), flinging around plenty of unjust accusations and taking her home to visit Nanny Bliss (who has been calling for her from her perch on the edge of death's door) whether she wants to or not.
The mortification on his face when he realizes that she had a train ticket for the earliest possible trip the next morning ought to give a happy glow for readers who like their Neels heroes to have to dig themselves out of craterous holes with back-hoes. The one benefit is that Gideon won't be fooled by Hilary's lies again.
His next act is to verify that Arabella is not, in fact, interested in the local rector's horrible son as Hilary has hinted (the scene is awesome--Gideon reassures us readers that he knows Arabella so well that one glance at Bertie Palmer Hateful yet Innocent By-Looker is enough to tell him that he's so not her type), engineer a theft of Arabella's passport by delightful means and to abduct her to another country.
Kissing and explanations and Dutch lessons follow.
The End

Rating: The last line reads like that short story Diana Berry submitted for Anne Shirley ('Sweetheart, the beautiful coming years will bring us the fulfillment of our home of which we will never use any baking powder except Rollings Reliable.') in that it seems bluntly shoehorned in to fit a just so-so pre-selected title.
But what a silly quibble! I love this book.
At first blush you're thinking, 'Stammer? Really?' Yes, and The Great Betty uses such a skilled hand that you'll be falling in love with it right along with Gideon.
The doctor is so darling. Just when you think that maybe he loves Arabella out of a sense of misplaced pity, our beloved authoress gives us a peek at how much he really needs her. He is charmed--completely charmed.
I felt that Hilary was such an interesting character--not cruel, according to her lights, to Arabella, just horribly self-involved and frank about her goals. She probably would make a good wife for a man willing to spoil her and reconfigure the planetary orbits so that everything revolves around her.
This one earned a lashings of whipped cream and then some...

Food: Arabella struggles with the Dutch breakfast (bread, butter, cheese and jam) as it seems such a poor compromise for hearty English fare (porridge and bacon). Gideon likes rich fruit cake. We get Peach Melba and apple chutney. He brings her champagne when she's pretending to sleep in the car but when she arrives at home everyone sends her to bed--in a rage she drinks some cooking sherry, eats a couple of bananas and has some bread and butter. The lower class Mrs. Burns serves tea laced liberally with condensed milk.

Fashion: Arabella is relegated to shabby tweeds, fawn-colored raincoats, and severe hats because, as Aunt Maud says, 'Plain hat for a plain face.' She owns a jersey dress of honey and cinnamon stripes (love The Great Betty's culinary descriptions), and (in the best shopping trip in the history of Neels) she is persuaded to buy a coral PVC mac 'with a decided swagger', a corduroy pinafore and a coral and brown striped wool dress with a flared skirt. He also gets to see her in her pink quilted dressing gown for good measure.


  1. Oh, wonderful review of a lovely book. I appreciate that this one is much less formulaic than most (the stammer and the RDD's early interest in Our Heroine help set it apart), and that Gideon and Arabella get to spend time together really getting to know each other, and that they are both very genuinely likeable.

    Happy Thanksgivings, everyone in the US? After last year's delightful 11-person family fest, with its seething-undercurrents-of-potential-multi-family-drama, we had just two guests this year, one of whom dislikes turkey, mashed potatoes and a whole list of other traditional dinner items. So we went unconventional and enjoyed it very much.

    Incidentally, I was surprised on Saturday morning to discover that the leftover slice of pecan pie I'd earmarked for my afternoon tea had vanished from the fridge. "But wait," I thought, "that would mean the Jonkheer ate three pieces of pecan pie on Friday, plus the little chocolate cake." Ayup. That's right.

    1. So glad you had a great time, Betty van den Betsy! I went to Betty Debbie's and enjoyed the traditional fixings enormously. ("No, Mijnheer van Voorhees, there is no such thing as making too many mashed potatoes...")
      My brother-in-law is heavily dating a committed but tolerant vegan (so, she's a no meat/no dairy gal but is willing to eat with him without whispering 'murderer' under her breath and I imagine that she sometimes looks longingly at the butter dish) and I am on pins and needles to see how it will shake out (if they marry) at family gatherings. I'm willing to eat meatless chili one day a year if I can have a stealth 'meat-lovers' do a week before...
      She'll probably thwart my heroic self-sacrifice by being perfectly reasonable and willing to bring her own food.

    2. *My* brother-in-law is in a committed relationship with a vegan, who introduced me to the most yummiest spinach dish ever last Thanksgiving (also Tofurkey, which I liked rather less well). Vegans are a wonderful excuse to get Indian take-away, or, heaven forfend, learn how to make ghobi paratha and baingan bhartha yourself.

      I did get stuffing, cranberry sauce and lots o' root vegetables onto the table, as well as turkey sausage with cranberries, which our non-traditionalist ate. I am dumbfounded by picky eaters, but I'll figure them out someday.

      People in Betty-land never eat turkey at all, do they?

    3. Actually, they do! Turkey is less expensive than goose in the UK, for reasons I do not understand, and commonly substituted at the holidays. I ate turkey in England and Ireland. You can even buy a turkey in Holland, Germany or Switzerland -- NOT just in the commissary, but on the local economy -- but European turkeys are small (14 lbs at the top end) and have a higher dark-to-white meat ratio than ours (which I like a lot). Continental European ovens are much smaller than ours, they think it distinctly American/British to roast a whole big bird like we do, they generally roast parts. My German neighbors often asked me how on earth anyone could ever roast a 24-pound bird, which of course required me to acquire on at the commissary and demonstrate it could be done.

      I never met a European vegan in my various wanderings. Never saw tofurkey or any other tofimitation items in the stores, either. I wonder if that's just because of segment of the population I was exposed to?

      Cooking my turkey today for my third grader's 9th birthday -- she was born on Thanksgiving and thinks the only acceptable birthday dinner is turkey. So much for being invited elsewhere WRT being relieved of turkey duty...

  2. Turkey in Neels

    When I was little we (three kids, two adults - Central Europeans!) mostly had either goose or turkey for our Christmas dinner. Whole(!) birds cooked in the oven. My favourite stuffing/dressing back then consisted of dried fruit: apple rings, apricots, pears and prunes. The birds were basted frequently, the skin was and still is my favourite part. My mother stopped buying turkeys at some point because of all the leftovers. This was before she had a recipe for curry...
    The oven they have these days is smaller than the one they had before but even that one was nowhere near as large as those in North America.
    I have not met a European vegan either, but I know of a vegetarian who tends in that direction.
    In recent years, I was strictly forbidden to cook a large bird for Christmas. No goose, no turkey. Frustrating. But this year... I am full of hope...

    1. central European food! I got to spend several months in Hungary, such a lovely country. The Hungarians seemed to be willing to roast anything they could fit in their ovens, but I never got past goulash or any meat paprikas -- so yummy! Would it help with the turkey/goose question if some of us send you recipes for leftovers? Leftovers...the classic American dish. :)

    2. Thanks for the offer. I have just made my wishes known (I want a formerly happily free-roaming goose). My mom wants a smallish turkey. My mom, "I don't want any work." Moi, "I'm the one who does all the cooking." Mom, "Afterwards, everything has to be cleaned up again." Moi, "I usually do most of that, too, don't I." I will measure the geese so I'll be sure to find one that fits in the oven. And then we'll see. Ha!

  3. Remember, back in the 80s, the Different Strokes spin-off (girls boarding school, I think)? At one point, an actress with cerebral palsy joined the cast and became one of the regulars.

    1. The Facts of Life...lives on in reruns on one of the kid-friendly channels. Yes, they had an actress with CP for a year, quite a pretty girl. My third grader is regrettably addicted to that show. On the bright side, it's way less annoying than Hannah Montana.

  4. Dear Founding Bettys,
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  6. It's funny, but while you mention one Lucy Maud Montgomery heroine, the book made me think of another. It's the way the Aunt treated Arabella -- it sounded exactly like the big bossy Aunt giving Valancy advice in "The Blue Castle" -- about how she should always wear her hair in a pcmpadour and never colors, compounded with a little of Mrs. Norris' attitude towards Fanny Price. Et j'adore this book's RDD (He gave her a helpless look. "You wouldn't want me to get wet?").