Rhododendron
Pie
1930 First Edition-London, Chatto & Windus
American Edition 1930 New York, Appleton
'For Ann--poor Ann!--is
a renegade; her wistful dreaming eyebrows unfortunately give
quite a wrong impression. Every year she has hoped against hope,
and every year the lovely inedible petals have cheated her. For
she has a fundamental, instinctive conviction that they are out
of place. Flowers are beautiful in gardens...and in houses, of
course...but in a pie you want fruit. Apples. Hot and fragrant
and faintly pink, with lots of juice and cloves. She wished there
had been apples in her pie...'
In this, her first novel,
("less precious than the title implies," says Margery)
she argues effectively for the beauty and intrinsic value of
the commonplace--which is to be a subtly recurring theme in her
future works. When we first meet Ann Laventie she seems an unlikely
renegade, with an even more unlikely cause. Born into the genteel
Laventie family, which is an erudite and exclusive world unto
itself, Ann is at once filled with pride and stricken with terror
at the implied demands of her scholarly birthright. The Laventies
consider themselves and their separateness from community--in
a falsely deprecating sense--as 'suffering from intellectual
inbreeding'. But Ann--gentle Ann--while loving her family devotedly,
has never quite been able to be 'one of them', and lives in the
fear that someday they are going to find her out. ..'She hated
Epstein and loved pale pink sunsets, and that was all wrong.'
To not be one of them is to be against them, and Ann--while longing
for the homely pleasures of a husband and children over the merits
of free love and free verse--is afraid to alienate her highbrow
family. Love from a surprising place becomes the catalyst for
her bid for independence. This is an absorbing and beautifully
told tale of finding the courage to be different--even when 'different'
simply means ordinary.
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Fanfare
for Tin Trumpets
First Edition, 1932 London, A. Barker, ltd.
American edition, 1933 New York, G.P. Putnam's sons
'"Quietly, Alistair,"
said Aunt Gertrude.
And quietly as a mouse, through all the changing panoply of
petticoats, shorts and flannel bags, young Alistair tiptoed past
the study door. Aunt Gertrude tiptoed too, and all the female
cousins who were so often staying with them: for behind that
door old Mr. French was studying Aramaic. At his death, and as
a direct result of this pious observance, the linoleum in the
passage was practically as good as new, but the great locked
book-cases, on the other hand, were unfortunately found to contain
no fewer than fifteen hundred sixpenny detective stories.'
The death of the cagey old
Mr. French leaves his young son Alistair with more disillusionment
than sadness, but more to the point, it also leaves him with
one hundred pounds of inheritance money to buy his freedom from
stodgy clerk-dom. And Alistair French knows exactly what he's
going to do with that freedom--move to London, live in Piccadilly
on the cheap, lead a genuine vie de boheme with artists
and intellectuals, and finally end by wowing them all with his
literary brilliance. First he has to write something, of course,
but not before he meets the classic and lovely Cressida, an actress
who has the fascinating capacity to dismiss eternity with the
slight movement of her shoulder. Adding further to the confusion
is the charming and plucky Winnie Parker, who lives in the downstairs
flat of his Bohemian retreat, has a frizzy mop of hair and desires
a red fake leopard skin coat above all other things. The only
constant in Alistair's startlingly new and colorful life is the
blank piece of writing paper that eludes his genius. A wonderful
early work by Sharp, considered the book that established her
reputation as an author. Hailed as 'a small but flawless gem',
with her classic weaving of the offbeat into the staid and ordinary,
it is a loving salute to the dreams of youth. Ah, well, says
our author philosophically at the end--"It'll always be
something to look back on."
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The
Nymph and the Nobleman
First edition, 1932 London, A. Barker
illustrations by Anna Zinkeisen--
This book was also included as one of three novelettes in
'Three Companion Pieces', published 1941 by Little, Brown
'So
soon as the song was ended, therefore, Sir George took out a
pocket book with the intention of noting down his debt; and in
so doing had the ill fortune to attract the attention of his
next door neighbor. She was an old lady in a red gown, and he
had already singled her out, from all that terrifyingly wellbred
assembly, as easily the most formidable. The possibility of being
presented to her had clouded his whole evening, and it was in
a trance of pure terror that he now saw her turn in her chair.
With exquisite urbanity Madame la Marechale leaned forward and
addressed him in French. Crimson to the ears, notebook suspended,
Sir George marshalled all his faculties in a desperate effort
at comprehension. It was no use. For the first time that evening
(and sincerely enough to compensate for any previous neglect)
he regretted the absence of his tutor....'
(And it's with a similar ineptitude
that Sir George bumbles through a romance and brings home a French
ballerina as a bride.)
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The
Flowering Thorn
First edition, 1933, London, A. Barker, ltd.
American edition, 1934, New York, Putnam
Reprinted 1952 by Little, Brown of Boston (confusingly labeled
a first edition)
'...at about a few minutes
past six on the 20th of March, 1929, Lesley Frewen stood adjusting
the angle of a small black hat. Beneath the tilted brim a face
immaculately plucked, rouged and powdered met her final glance
with a well-grounded confidence: she was looking just as every
other woman wanted to look, and could continue to do so for at
least four hours. From the telephone by the bed came a low repeated
burr: the taxi was waiting. A rapid glance into her handbag assured
her of lipstick, powder, cigarettes: complete in every material
detail, and with mind serenely attuned to social intercourse,
Lesley Frewen went to the party.'
'The Flowering Thorn' gives
Margery away as something of a moralist. Painting a charmingly
ruthless picture of the life of the langoruous and pleasure-seeking
twenties, (so well-satirized in the plays of Noel Coward) she
saves one of the Bright Young Things from her fashionable self.
Lesley Frewen is very much a part of that privileged world--envied
by her friends, comfortably settled into one of the most elite
living establishments, says 'dahling' at all the right parties
to all the right people who say 'dahling' back--but Lesley Frewen
comes to a radical decision one night. Facially speaking, things
couldn't be better. But as to her life? Empty and meaningless.
What can she do about it? The solution presents itself in the
package of an orphaned four year old boy. What follows is a wonderful
story, but carefully and credibly told. This, Margery seems to
be saying, not only could happen, but should happen.
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Sophy
Cassmajor
First edition, 1934, London, A. Barker,
ltd.
1934, illustrated by Anna Zinkeisen,
New York, G.P. Putnams Sons
Also printed as one of three novelettes
in 'Three Companion Pieces' printed in 1941 by Little, Brown
'Early the next morning,
the deck being almost deserted, Sophy saw one of the sailors
pause and stare out to sea. She went up to him, and following
the direction of his finger, perceived on the horizon a dark
ambiguous shore.
"What is the name
of that shore, sailor?"
"The Coromandel Coast--"
And so 'Sophy Cassmajor' ends
innocently enough, as it started innocently enough. But there
is an ocean of change in between that happened to this young,
seventeen year-old girl on the sea voyage that will take her
to her betrothed..."for she could remember with perfect
distinctness, what it had been like. One rose in the morning
feeling quite fresh and cheerful; one wondered what dress to
put on, and what there would be for dinner. One was always expecting--there
lay the charm of it!--something to happen....But when something
had happened--when everything had happened--what could one do
then--?"
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Four
Gardens
First edition, 1935, London, Arthur Barker
First Canadian edition, 1935, Reginald Saunders, Toronto
American edition,1935 by G.P. Putnam's Sons, N.Y.
American Reprint, 1935, by Grosset and Dunlap
"Richmond Lodge was
her guilty secret, the one point on which she ran deliberately
counter to public opinion. The house itself appeared to her grand,
melancholy, and imposing; but the garden--the green and shaggy
wilderness, half-glimpsed over a gate or wall--had the allurements
of Eden. Like Eve after the Fall, she hovered longingly without;
but where Eve had only memories, Caroline had imagination."
Interestingly, Sharp prefaces
this novel with, not a dedication, but an inscription. A quote
from Jane Austen: 'Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.'
Fortunately, Sharp felt no need in this novel to be one of the
'other pens'. Four Gardens is a quiet story, gently told, and
chronicles a woman's life through the four different gardens
that she loves. The first--the wild and abandoned garden of Richmond
Lodge, the second featuring her prosaic but absorbing interest
in runner beans, the third a lavish garden she becomes mistress
of but cannot freely pick a single flower from, and the fourth
garden a mere rooftop that promises contentment, individual freedom,
and the heady pleasure of Aesopus tulips. It is, as well, a story
that pays tribute to the last of a breed of British gentlewomen;
and with ironic humor tinged with regret, Sharp contrasts the
new generation that follows.
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The
Nutmeg Tree
First edition, 1937, London, Arthur Barker
First American edition, 1937, Boston, Little, Brown, and Co.
Reprint, January, 1938, Boston, Little, Brown and Co.
There have been several reprints of this popular story--following
initial publication, the story was also serialized in the Saturday
Evening Post.
A play based on this book, entitled 'Lady in Waiting' c.1941,
dramatized by Sharp, was modestly successful with a brief run
in New York--Glady George in the leading role. The movie, 'Julia
Misbehaves', with Greer Garson, Walter Pidgeon, and Elizabeth
Taylor was also based on the story.
"Julia, by marriage
Mrs. Packett, by courtesy Mrs. Macdermot, lay in her bath singing
the Marseillaise. Her fine robust contralto, however, was less
resonant than usual; for on this particular summer morning the
bathroom, in addition to the ordinary fittings, contained a lacquer
coffee table, seven hatboxes, half a dinner service, a small
grandfather clock, all Julia's clothes, a single-bed mattress,
thirty-five novelettes, three suitcases, and a copy of a landseer
stag. The customary echo was therefore lacking--"
Meet Julia Packett, "one
of the most appealing, good-hearted wenches anyone has met, in
the flesh or in print or on the screen..." (New York Herald)
The 'Nutmeg Tree' is a charming story of love at--finally--the
right time. Besides its light, frolicsome humorous side, there
are some of the most fascinating peeks into the human psyche
in this work . How Julia--a very resourceful woman--manages to
survive on her own chiefly by knowing all about PEOPLE, is witty,
entertaining, brilliant!
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Harlequin
House
First edition, 1939, London, Collins
First American edition, 1939, Boston, Little, Brown and Co.
"Under the eyes of
Mr. Dickens, Mr. Scott, Mr. Thackeray, and Mr. Trollope, Lisbeth
Campion was engaged, as usual, in resisting advances.
'She was resisting them
without harshness. That was the trouble. The earnest young man
at her side meant so little to her that she could not even remember
his name; she knew only that for the past two days, ever since
he arrived, he had been following at her heel with a gun-dog's
perseverance and a gun-dog's good manners; and indeed his whole
personality was so amiably canine that Lisbeth could not help
feeling it was not his fault: someone had trained him to do it..."
'Harlequin House' is a mischievous,
quirky and romantic novel about young Lisbeth who has an interesting
way of accomplishing her own ends. Throw into the mix her brother
Ronny--who is charming but irresponsible and it takes three people
to keep him in a job--an attractive American named Lester Hamilton,
and...well...the astonishing Mr. Partridge.
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