Guest review 2 – and it’s Smut!!
Introducing my second Guest reviewer! EE has chosen Alan Bennett’s Smut. I haven’t read this yet – so I’m hoping that I can borrow it from her…
Sniggers and Smut
Alan Bennett’s ‘Smut: Two Unseemly Stories’
These two entertaining stories are full of the down to earth humour and deft social observation you would expect from this writer. The brevity of this volume (slighter material than a lesser author would get away with for the price of a hardback volume) would make it suitable for book groups balking at ‘War and Peace’.
In these risqué tales, all the characters are putting on various kinds of acts in order to keep up appearances of respectability, usually only deceiving themselves. In the first story, Mrs Donaldson, left with a certain emptiness in her life and her finances after the death of her dull husband, finds more diversion than she anticipates, taking in young lodgers and acting as a ‘Simulated Patient’ for medical student training. In the second story, Mrs Forbes is a snobbish, overbearing wife and mother to her frustrated husband and secretly gay son but, nevertheless, the family feel they must rally round to protect her from unpleasant facts…
The predicaments of the main characters are shown with compassion and a wry comic eye as well as giving unsettling hints of a darker side to their sexual adventures. The first story is, in my view, the finer of the two, evoking Mrs Donaldson’s dilemmas with an intimate sympathy which is missing from the more ‘knowing’ narrative tone of the second story.
I am underconvinced by the stories in one major respect. The presentation of the women characters seems worryingly outdated. The stories are set in the present day, or something close to it – Mr Forbes hides from his wife on dubious websites and Dr Ballantyne grills his students about ‘the new polyclinics’. Yet Mrs Donaldson, a modern fifty-five, is described as if she were decades older, in both her clothes and her sheltered gentility. Of course, her primness increases the comic potential of the story; but the discrepancy about her age is odd. Fifty-five is not as old as Bennett seems to think. No, not even for women…
Sex aside, the marvellous role-play scenes with the medical students and the splendidly sarcastic Dr Ballantyne are the hilarious high point of the book, as well as being entirely convincing.
Entertaining and unsettling.
Thanks EE! I agree that fifty five isn’t old; especially for a woman…