Form and Content

(Literary Essentials: Nonfiction Masterpieces)

In this, the first volume of his memoirs, V. S. Pritchett—novelist, short-story writer, travel writer, critic, and essayist—recounts the first twenty years of his life, which coincided with the opening years of the twentieth century. Further installments are Midnight Oil (1971) and The Turn of the Years (1982).

Pritchett spent these years in England. He was born in Ipswich, Suffolk, the eldest son of a family teetering between the lower and the lower-middle class. Pritchett’s father had escaped from his own father, a fierce Yorkshire Congregationalist minister only one generation away from the fishing boats of Hull, to become a representative of his day, a salesman. Vain, doggedly hopeful, and tireless, Walter Pritchett failed at one enterprise after another as Victor grew up. (The cab of the book’s title is one of the vehicles which periodically enabled him to escape his creditors.) Walter’s enthusiasms were spiritual and imaginative as well as material. He tortured his family with his devotion to Christian Science; he responded to London not as a real city but as a world of fantasy. He once dressed as a yachtsman and then as an aristocratic fisherman; his reports from the provinces were filled with tales of royal hotels and splendid restaurants. Eventually he was tamed by life; he became severe and moderately successful, at least as far as this first volume of Pritchett’s memoirs progresses.

Pritchett’s mother was quite different: A slatternly, sexy, devious, free-spirited North London Cockney, she was a woman more in tune with the old century than the new. She was moody, unkempt, and given to bathroom humor, but lovable and loving. She told wonderfully suggestive stories, but was notoriously bad at cooking and sewing; Pritchett’s trousers, for example, were made from his father’s clothes or old curtains and often were insecurely basted together. She was jealous, too. Pritchett and his brother overheard many of their parents’ loud quarrels about “that woman”—who could have been Walter’s bookkeeper, but who usually proved to be...

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(Literary Essentials: Nonfiction Masterpieces)

Baldwin, Dean R. V. S. Pritchett, 1987.

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Janeway, Elizabeth. Review in The New York Times Book Review. LXXIII (April 28, 1968), p. 8.