Modern Times

[poliphilo]

I just finished Novel On Yellow Paper. It's seventy years old and yet feels completely modern. Of course the cultural landscape is different-  they haven't had the second world war yet and there isn't any TV or internet,  but the voice- Stevie Smith's voice- is the voice of a contemporary. She thinks and speaks like one of us. You don't at any point find yourself thinking, well she would say that because those were autre temps, autre moeurs.

How old is the modern era? When exactly did olden times turn into modern times? Are the Victorians modern? Of course not. Is H.G. Wells? No, not quite. Is Charlie Chaplin? No - though Buster Keaton may be. My guess is the First World War marks the point after which you no longer find yourself thinking autre temps, autre moeurs. Pre-war people (that is to say, people whose characters were formed before the war) and post-war people (those whose characters were former during or after it) are two different species of human being. It's as if, during those four years, human evolution put on a spurt.

And what exactly is the difference between the two species? I think it's this, that modern people find it difficult to take themselves entirely seriously.

Comments

[oakmouse]

LOL! Very good, and I think quite right. She'd be the original maiden auntie who must not be offended. And yet I think she would be sad to cause such a response. I suspect she wanted to be more like Stevie Smith. I suppose what I've been groping toward is to say that she was perhaps a transitional figure, teetering on the edge of being modern and yet being too much a product of an earlier era to quite manage it.

Quite right about the photo. It's rotten, makes her look like the back of a cab (if cabs ever wore hair-nets). The thing about the illegitimate child is fairly recent, and likely to remain unproven as the purported daughter has died of old age since the rumor arose. Since the whole dates from the days when, to quote Dorothy Sayers, there were no tiresome rules requiring notification of births by doctors and midwives, and when parents named on the birth certificate could be adoptive rather than natural, I doubt we'll ever know. But, oh, it makes so much sense out of that weird little book The Problem of Purity!