Midnight Oil Essay - Critical Essays

V. S. Pritchett


The book bears this explanatory epigraph taken from the work of John Gay: “Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil/ O’er books consum’d the midnight oil?” Indeed, Pritchett’s toil has consumed the daylight as well as the midnight oil all of his life. Here is a record of the struggle of an essentially uneducated boy to become a writer. Along with this principal concern there are marvelous descriptions of scenery in Ireland and Spain; anecdotes with sprightly dialogue about scores of people from landladies to great statesmen; glimpses of the life of the lower classes in Paris in the 1920’s, in Ireland during the early days of the civil war, in Spain under Miguel Primo de Rivera y Orbaneja and later during the Spanish Civil War, in England during World War II; and a few brief recollections of meetings with famous authors. Of all these aspects the first is by far the most important.

Describing the book Pritchett writes:There is a period when a writer has not yet become one, or just having become one, is struggling to form his talent, and it is from this period that I have selected most of the scenes and people in this book. It is a selection, and it is neither a confession nor a volume of literary reminiscences, but as far as I am able I have put in my “truth.”

In setting down his truth Pritchett does not spare himself. He describes his lower-middle-class origins, his lack of university training, his occasional periods of laziness, his dislike of a regular desk job, his ignorance of current literary trends. He does not conceal, in fact he rather revels in, his sexual feelings both as a proud virgin and later. He does not hide his hatred of his father. Having lost his early belief in Christian Science, he ridicules ferociously his father’s use of the “Divine Mind” to excuse all the inexcusable actions of his selfish life.

On the plus side, Pritchett relates his laudable efforts at self-education: He read exhaustively in English, French, and Spanish, sometimes using his lunch money to buy a book. There is a tinge of pride when he tells of how he lived on one-half of a small roll per day for six days rather than ask a friend for a second small loan. When his landlady realizes that he is literally starving, brings him a bowl of soup, and lends him five francs, he is truly grateful. He tells of long hikes over rough terrain and his acceptance without complaint of nights spent...

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