I have long admired Margaret Forster's writing: she's clear, straightforward, understated, quietly compelling; not showy, loud or 'clever'. I've read her biography of Daphne du Maurier and several novels, chief among them Lady's Maid, and Keeping the World Away, about Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Gwen John respectively (see this post), ones to look out for if you don't already know them.
Her latest book is a memoir, My Life in Houses, a portrait of the homes she's lived in and an account of their significance to each stage of her life, and I commend it to you for its author's clear-sightedness, self-awareness, level-headed pragmatism and lack of sentimentality.
The book begins with a quotation from Leonard Woolf of which the following is an extract:
"The house - in which I include its material and spiritual environment - has an immense influence on its inhabitants ... what has the deepest and most permanent effect upon oneself and one's way of living is the house in which one lives. The house determines the day-to-day, minute-to-minute quality, colour, atmosphere, pace of one's life; it is the framework of what one does, of what one can do, of one's relations with people ..."
Margaret Forster charts her life from house to house, from growing up in Carlisle, to her lodgings in Oxford (college life having been tried and found wanting), to a rented flat in the Vale of Health in Hampstead where newly married to fellow writer Hunter Davies she finds a situation close to perfection, and thence to a house which, despite unpromising beginnings becomes the settled, much-loved family home and a place of refuge and content. Those are the bones of the book; you must read it to see how - simply but profoundly - they are fleshed out.
Reflecting on the particular nature and significance of home - in this instance a house she has lived in for most of her adult life - Margaret Forster says "Yet somehow the house itself, its very fabric, is of importance. An intimate knowledge of its layout, of how all the rooms are arranged and used, stimulates a weird pleasure. I know this house. It has been changed by us not only in the real, practical sense of altering its appearance and internal geography, but by our living within it. Instinct guides me everywhere. I don't have to wonder where I am going or what I will find. The house doesn't need to remind me of what has taken place, why certain rooms are of a significance nobody else could possibly guess. Take the building away and it is alarming to realise memories might not be enough. Something indefinable would be lost. I need the house's influence - the 'influence' that Leonard Woolf thought 'might well be the subject of a scientific investigation'. ... Our house has not exactly moulded me. But, on the other hand, it has provided a structure and a privacy which have been of immeasurable value. I was not mistaken, as a child, to believe that having a house, never mind a room, of my own was, for me, hugely important.
"... My house is like a garment, made to my exact measurements, draped around me in the way I like. I never want to change it."
I just finished Private Papers. Read it in one go. Very very good
Posted by: Mystica | 17 November 2014 at 11:46 AM
I haven't read that one!
Posted by: Cornflower | 17 November 2014 at 11:55 AM
I'm a great fan of Margaret Forster, so I'll look out for this. I particularly enjoyed Diary of an Unknown Woman
Posted by: Liz Davey | 17 November 2014 at 02:58 PM
Another one I haven't read, so it's great to get these recommendations.
Posted by: Cornflower | 17 November 2014 at 03:20 PM
I'm a Forster fan too & I'm looking forward to reading this. I can also recommend her biography of Elizabeth Barrett Browning, the memoirs, Hidden Lives & Precious Lives & the novel, Is there Anything You Want?, about a group of women linked by a cancer clinic. I listened to most of these on audio read by Susan Jameson, one of my favourite narrators.
Posted by: Lyn | 17 November 2014 at 09:12 PM
I like her as well and loved her biography of Daphne du Maurier--a writer I have long admired. I will have to look for this one--it sounds quite intriguing--a play on the usual memoir.
Posted by: Danielle | 17 November 2014 at 09:19 PM
Sorry, should read Diary of an Ordinary Woman
Posted by: Liz Davey | 18 November 2014 at 11:02 AM
Good to see some Forster fans here, and for anyone trying her for the first time, she has a solid back catalogue to discover.
Posted by: Cornflower | 18 November 2014 at 06:16 PM
In other hands this could have been a self-indulgent book, but I think Margaret Forster manages a very personal look at aspects of her life but with a detachment which gives that a pleasing 'space'.
Posted by: Cornflower | 18 November 2014 at 06:18 PM
Mother Can You Hear Me? is excellent,
Posted by: Carol S | 18 November 2014 at 07:53 PM
She seems to be consistently good, doesn't she?
Posted by: Cornflower | 18 November 2014 at 08:33 PM
I notice it's Book of the Week on R4 starting today.
Posted by: Claire | 24 November 2014 at 08:19 AM
I have this book waiting on my shelf to be read. Lovely
Posted by: Adele Geras | 24 November 2014 at 09:26 PM
It's one of my favourite genres: thought skilfully applied to the everyday. I'm waiting patiently for this book to reach me.
Posted by: Mise | 25 November 2014 at 04:34 PM
it's Radio 4 book of the week and very very enjoyable!!
Posted by: monica | 28 November 2014 at 09:21 AM
I'm glad it's getting that airtime.
Posted by: Cornflower | 28 November 2014 at 04:14 PM
I'm sure you'll enjoy it, Adele.
Posted by: Cornflower | 28 November 2014 at 04:15 PM
You sum it up very well, Mise.
Posted by: Cornflower | 28 November 2014 at 04:15 PM
I haven't caught any of it, but I'm glad to hear your verdict, Monica.
Posted by: Cornflower | 28 November 2014 at 04:17 PM
I have been a Margaret Forster fan for decades and one particular favourite isn't often mentioned: The Bride of Lowther Fell.
Posted by: Margaret Powling | 30 November 2014 at 05:17 PM