The front of this book proclaims it is by the author of “Mrs Miniver”, which will mean different things to different people. The original novel is very much along the lines of “Diary of a Provincial Lady” a brilliantly funny book if your reading tastes run to country life between the wars of the 20th century. “Mrs Miniver” is a far more earnest affair, with far fewer funny situations and characters. I mentioned it in a blog post in January 2011 (see under “Jan Struther” in my author column on the right>>) as it has been seen as a hugely significant novel in the USA during the early 1940s, influencing many towards involvement in the European war. Jan Struther herself undertook tours of various parts of America to speak about her book and the British war effort. The famous film, Mrs Miniver, though loosely based on the book, captured a sense of brave little Britain, fighting on against the odds.
Her real name was Joyce Maxtone Graham, and it is certain that she lived a life far less settled than her most famous character. Her granddaughter, Ysenda Maxtone Graham, has written a moving biography of her grandmother and it has been published by “Slightly Foxed”. The Real Mrs Miniver, (no. 21, limited edition). In that she emerges as a very real person, with all the contradictions and confusions of a woman living in challenging times. She was a poet, some of whose poems appear as popular hymns to this day. She reviewed books and wrote articles, some brief and amusing, some snapshots of holidays and life which linger in the mind.
It is these articles which form the basis of Try Anything Twice, a collection of pieces that she wrote in the 1930s, but which have surprising links to today. The need to economise to meet all the bills suggests
“Whichever method is employed to stave off disaster…that intricate gymnastic exercise which consists of simultaneously pulling up one’s socks, drawing in one’s horns, and turning over a new leaf.”
“Genius may write on the back of old envelopes, but mere talent requires the very best stationary money can buy”
“Giving a party is very like having a baby: its conception is more fun than its completion, and once you have begun it is almost impossible to stop.”
It is a book of its time, yet, giving up newspapers on the basis that everyone hears important news anyway in order to save money and time seems oddly relevant. There are also some lovely pieces recording blissful holidays, and also some which discuss the mundane journeys which are regularly undertaken, yet are significant for the landmarks passed and memories evoked. This may be a book for the fan of women’s writing of the twentieth century, yet it has a haunting and sometimes very funny content for all readers.