Friday 30 August 2013

Forgotten Book - I Am Jonathan Scrivener

The book I'm going to talk about today is one I'd never heard of (nor had I heard of its author) until I read a post on that excellent blog, Pretty Sinister Books, where John Norris praised it highly. John managed to get me really intrigued, and since a newish reprint is readily available, I sought it out. The Forgotten Book is I Am Jonathan Scrivener, and its Forgotten Author is Claude Houghton.

Back in the Thirties, both the novel and its creator gathered an impressive list of admirers. These included such diverse figures as Henry Miller, Hugh Walpole, Clemence Dane and P.G Wodehouse. Walpole and Dane even published a short appreciation of Houghton's work. In the present day, Houghton's fans include Michael Dirda, who contributes an enthusiastic intro to the new edition of the book (there is also a short piece by Walpole.)

It's a distinctive story, not quite like anything else I've ever read. There certainly seems to me to be an influence from Franz Kafka, but then again, the style is not really like Kafka. It's a genuine one-off. The story is narrated by James Wrexham, and he applies for a job as a secretary to a man of independent means who is about to leave the country. He gets the job, and is told by a solicitor that his new employer is called Jonathan Scrivener, and that he can live in Scrivener's house and, in effect, do as he pleases.

Various acquaintances of Scrivener turn up at the house, and they all seem keen to see Scrivener again, but equally, there is an air of mystery about the man. In particular, he seems to have made different impressions on each of them. What is Scrivener up to? I found this a fascinating, and often witty book, which held my interest despite a distinct lack of action. It's a book full of ideas, but none the worse for that. I enjoyed reading it, and although I don't claim it as a major masterpiece, it's astonishing that it's slipped so far from view until recently.  And also, from a writer's point of view, sobering.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

There were a lot of British authors who wrote between World Wars I and II and did a lot of interesting work in response to that troubled time, and then sort of submerged after 1945. Houghton sometimes worked on the fringes of science fiction/fantasy and there is an interesting paragraph on him in The Science Fiction Encyclopedia by Clute and Nicholls (now on line).

Anonymous said...

Houghton does not seem to me to be sui generis. Rather I think he can be classified with those interwar authors like H. G. Wells and Gerald Heard who thought that mankind had gotten in over his head, and they were waiting for the next evolutionary step to get us out of the mess. From what I have seen, what you want is the superman but what you get is Adolf Hitler.

Kelly Robinson said...

Hmmm, you had me at 'Wodehouse.' Wodehouse is my favorite writer for cleansing my palate after some gruesome crime. If he speaks so highly of him, I'll have to give it a look.

Anonymous said...

There is an interesting discussion on Houghton and the other authors of this time period in the book The Scientific Romance in Britain by Brian Stableford.

Martin Edwards said...

Anon 1 - I have that Encyclopaedia, and will look him up. Thanks.

Martin Edwards said...

Anon 2 - interesting comment, thanks. I tend myself to think that Wells was past his best in the interwar years. As for Heard, I've only read one book, which I thought pretty dismal.

Martin Edwards said...

Hi Kelly, yes it's true, Wodehouse did like Houghton, and I can see why.

Martin Edwards said...

Anon 3 - that's a book I don't know, thanks for the tip.