All the Lonely People*

Last week I finished two books, one fiction and one nonfiction, that had loneliness as a central theme – although their treatment of the subject was vastly different.

First was Quartet in Autumn by Barbara Pym, which was recommended to me by various bloggers and certainly lived up to their praise. Originally published in 1977, this was Pym’s seventh novel out of nine; she died in 1980. It’s about four London office workers, all sixty-somethings who are partnerless and don’t have, or at least don’t live with, any immediate family members. We never learn what they do in this office; in fact, Edwin, Norman, Letty and Marcia don’t seem to be filling much of a need, especially given the fact that the two old girls aren’t replaced when they retire midway through the novel.

img_1049For as long as they’ve been working together, the four haven’t given in to the usual human impulse to know and be known. At first there doesn’t seem to be much to know about them; with only one or two shorthand facts apiece it’s a minor challenge to tell them apart. Widower Edwin’s hobby is attending Anglican services; Norman lives off fried food and visits his brother-in-law in hospital; Letty lives in a boarding house and has a friend in the countryside; Marcia has had a mastectomy and hoards tinned food and empty milk bottles.

But for all of them a line applied to Letty holds true: “It was a comfortable enough life, if a little sterile, perhaps even deprived.” Especially after her retirement, Letty knows “she must never give the slightest hint of loneliness or boredom, the sense of time hanging heavy.”

From what I’d heard about Pym, I might have expected a lighthearted satire about country manners and Anglican vicars. Perhaps that’s a fair assessment of some of her earlier books? But this is much darker, and the humor always has a bitter edge:

  • When Marcia finds a plastic bag labeled “To avoid danger of suffocation keep this wrapper away from babies and children,” the narrator adds, “They could have said from middle-aged and elderly persons too, who might well have an irresistible urge to suffocate themselves.”
  • Offered the option of moving into a care home, Letty thinks “better to lie down in the wood under the beech leaves and bracken and wait quietly for death.”

Overall it’s quite a melancholy little book, a warning against letting your life become too small and private. Yet the last line, remarkably, is a sudden injection of optimism: “it made one realize that life still held infinite possibilities for change.” I’d recommend this to readers who have enjoyed Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont by Elizabeth Taylor. 4-star-rating


As an unwittingly positive counterpart, I was at the same time reading How to Be Alone by Sara Maitland. This is part of a School of Life series that turns the “how-to” concept on its head: instead of areas where we think we need instruction, the books are about areas where we feel like experts, topics so simple or automatic they don’t seem to need explanation (e.g. How to Be Bored, or How to Age).

I feel it's important to point out that the author's last name is spelled wrong on the cover!

I feel it’s important to point out that the author’s last name is spelled wrong on the cover!

But Maitland argues that although being alone is easy to achieve, there is an art to doing it properly, and solitude and loneliness are by no means the same thing. She knows whereof she speaks: though she grew up in a large Catholic family, after her divorce she moved to a remote area of Scotland and lives alone in a house a quarter mile from the nearest road.

Despite our modern obsession with self-confidence and fulfilling relationships, Maitland believes “the present paradigm is not really working.” More of us than ever are depressed and afraid to spend time alone lest it might make us appear selfish, pathetic or in some way unlovable.

Profiling everyone from the Desert Fathers of early Christianity to the Romantic poets, she counters by enumerating all the benefits that solitude confers: self-knowledge and a rest from constant relating (that goes for extroverts as well as introverts), a connection to nature and to the divine, and the freedom to create. She convinced me, and includes a great bibliography of further reading about solitude. 4-star-rating

*I only found out the other week that Eleanor Rigby “picks up the rice” in a church. For my entire life I’d thought she “picks up her ice” (granted, that doesn’t make much sense, but the Beatles could be trippy lads). You learn something new every day!

14 responses

  1. Nice job in a relevant personal topic.

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  2. I read and enjoyed Pym’s Excellent Women (last year? the year before?)—a gentle satire with a biting, bitter edge; Quartet in Autumn is on my list! I do like the sound of “How to Be Alone” too.

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    1. Ooh, I’ll make that my next Pym. Thank you!

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  3. I love the sound of both of these! I’ve never tried Pym but this sounds like a good one.

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  4. Being alone sounds good to me! How I would love to spend some time in her Scotland house. Or I’d be happy at my own house if it was ever empty. 🙂


    1. Well, I’m at the other extreme: it’s just me and the cat in the house for about 10-11 hours a day! Somewhere between our experiences must be that happy medium 🙂

      Maitland starts off by saying that we’re “alone” more than we think: in the shower, in the car (maybe) or on a bike, when you wake up in the middle of the night. But then, by contrast, she asks if we’re truly alone when we’re reading or listening to music — when we have those other voices in our heads.

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      1. Interesting! I hadn’t thought of it like that…


  5. Annabel (gaskella) | Reply

    I loved Quartet in Autumn which was my first Pym too. Must read more. I have a couple of the School of Life books – isn’t Alain de Botton behind that philisophy?


    1. Yes, Alain de Botton founded the School of Life in London. I’ve read most of his books and a good number of the School of Life titles.


  6. Oh, the Pym is such a sad one, I’ve only read it once. Her others have quiet melancholy but are not as bleak. But it is beautiful and I agree wholeheartedly with your recommendation, “to readers who have enjoyed Mrs. Palfrey at the Claremont by Elizabeth Taylor”.

    And I love your Mondegreen! My husband thought for 35 years that in Last Christmas, it was “Next year, to set new frontiers” rather than “save me from tears” …

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    1. I’d never heard of “Mondegreen” for misheard lyrics. Thanks for introducing me to a new word!

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  7. Quartet in Autumn is superb, but I remember reading it in an airport and finding it really very sad (especially to read in transit, which often makes me vaguely melancholy). Excellent Women should definitely be your next Pym!

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  8. […] of a book that just happens to have an animal in the title.) I’d only read one other Pym novel, Quartet in Autumn, a late and fairly melancholy story of four lonely older people. With her first novel I’m in more […]


  9. […] How to Be Alone by Sara Maitland: Maitland argues that although being alone is easy to achieve, there is an art to doing it properly, and solitude and loneliness are by no means the same thing. Profiling everyone from the Desert Fathers of early Christianity to the Romantic poets, she enumerates all the benefits that solitude confers. […]


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