“I know all about the facts of life, and I don’t think much of them.”
I think I originally read I Capture the Castle about ten years ago, and my impression at the time was that it was charmingly naive. A reread was therefore disappointing – what initially seemed sweet now grated. Much of this derives I suspect from how one reacts to the novel’s narrator, Cassandra (or Cassie, for short) Mortmain.
Dodie Smith’s I Capture the Castle
Cassie’s family is that uniquely English combination of being at once bone-grindingly poor but at the same time too posh to work for a living. They live in a castle for goodness sake, even if it is rapidly decaying into ruin. Cassandra is 17, has left school, and has little to do outside her daily chores. Her father is a writer who has only ever managed to produce one very well-received book, and since being widowed now spends all day avoiding writing – mainly reading trashy detective novels. His new wife, Topaz, is a former artist’s model, who wafts around the castle occasionally going for nude walks in the extensive grounds. Completing the family is Rose, Cassie’s older sister, Thomas, her down-to-earth younger brother, still at school, and Stephen, their lodger and unpaid servant. Stephen is naturally in love with Cassandra, but she is not interested – he is too much like a brother to her, despite his being an adonis.
Authors from the time of Jane Austen on have had fun with immature narrators. The reader is shown just enough to confirm that the narrator’s interpretation of the events of the novel is incorrect. Piece by piece the reader is helped to work out what ‘really’ is going on – although at the same time enough is withheld to ensure there are a few surprises. Emma is a masterful example of this type of novel, and Austen is obviously a significant influence here in respect to the construction of I Capture.
When the Cottons, a wealthy American family, become the Mortmain’s neighbours, it comes as very little surprise that there are two eligible sons, Simon and Neil, ideally suited for Cassandra and Rose. The author explicitly acknowledges the similarity between this scenario and Pride and Prejudice. (‘How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!‘) The crucial difference here with anything by Austen is that however naive and innocent Cassie may be, she usually is not self-deluded. She reads people’s intentions and feelings correctly most of the time (not always, but consistently), and is often the only grow-up in the room, particularly given how infantile her father and step-mother can be. Only Thomas sees things more clearly and sensibly. Stephen appears only intermittently, but when he does he can usually also work out what is going on most of the time.
Rose decides to marry the older Cotton brother Simon, irrespective of any feelings she may have for him. Apparently there is nothing she will not do to escape the family’s poverty – nothing that is except get a job. Cassie is quick to discern that her sister is not really in love with Simon. These concerns grow all the stronger when she begins to develop feelings for him herself. The remainder of the novel charts the predictable route of the relationships between the sisters and the Cotton boys. It’s pleasant, amusing, often touching, but if you aren’t enchanted by Cassie by this point the novel is not going to work for you. She can certainly be irritating. She is gratingly positive about her situation. When upset she recommends
There are scenes in the novel that invite comparisons with Cold Comfort Farm – the Mortmain home is ramshackle and with that complex layout and history that Gibbons has such fun with; middle class intellectuals are teased mercilessly; and all the castle’s characters have their own particular happy endings – Mr Mortmain starts writing again, Rose finds true love, and Stephen, like Seth before him, gets a job in the ‘talkies’. All that is of course for Cassie, whose feelings for Simon go unrequited.
When it was first published I Capture was marketed as a work for adults, but over time it has become more widely perceived as a young adult novel, dealing as it does with the coming of age experience. Cassie is a heroine young women will identify with, pouring her heart out to her diary and having innocent romantic adventures with handsome young men. This is a novel from the period when the phrase “making love” could be used by an author without any hint of sex. Published after the war but set in a period before it where there is no hint of what is to come, this works well as escapism and nostalgia, but has little else to say.
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