The Brooknerian

Brookner, 1982   The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the night lies on these white walls... Sylvia Plath, 'Tulips'

There's one in Anita Brookner's 2003 novel The Rules of Engagement . I'm 47*, and there weren't any in my peer group at school. Recent news reports suggest it is a rare choice for parents. My copy of Scott's The Fortunes of Nigel (1822) dates from the 1920s. This is very likely one of the last times the novel was in print. And why? Could it be the title? The novel itself is wonderful, a fantasy of the past, in this case set in Jacobean London, and richly literary. No doubt the political associations** of the name 'Nigel', in the UK at least, will continue to keep the novel from our bookstores. *That is my actual age. I haven't been that age 'for some years'. For more on this intriguing topic, see here . **I faintly recall a Farage-themed TV documentary named after Scott's novel, but cannot find the reference.

He had nothing to do, his occupation was gone, and it seemed to him that he should never find it again. Henry James, The American , 1879 edn. He had nothing to do, his occupation was gone, had simply strayed and lost itself in the great desert of life. The American , 1907 edn. The days before him were empty, and the emptiness was as much of a burden as it had always been. Brookner, Strangers , 2009 The curiously downbeat ending to The American takes the reader by surprise. Newman has lost his great love, but surely he'll be reunited with her by the end? This is a nineteenth-century novel! But time passes, and he wanders listlessly around Europe and America, his malaise not so much tragic in a Shakespearean way ('his occupation was gone' echoing a line in Othello ) as proto-Existentialist. Brookner's Sturgis suffers a similar dying fall as he gathers up what remains to him at the end of the author's last novel Strangers . Like Newman, Sturgis wa...