I Am AmusedJanuary 22, 2007
by the writing of Ronald Firbank, whose novels I’ve been coasting through over the past few days. They are light, but interesting – oblique and witty.
“Surely,” he reflected, “her hair must be wired?”
Probably, as his wife had hinted once, her secret lay simply in her untidiness. She had made it a study. Disorder, with her, had become a fine art. A loose strand of hair… the helpless angle of a hat… And then, to add emphasis, there were always quantities of tiny buttons in absurd places on her frocks that cried aloud, or screamed, or gently prayed, to be fastened, and which, somehow, gave her an air of irresponsibility, which, for simple folk, was possibly quite fascinating.
Another character says elsewhere:
“When I try to do arithmetic, clouds come down upon me like they do in Tannhäuser.”
It’s most entertaining to read such stuff on a gloomy cold day, accompanied by tea.