Source of book: Borrowed from the library.
I doubt I would ever have discovered this book if it had not
been for a law school classmate who read it and liked it. To be honest, we have
both swapped book ideas enough that we each can whine that our book lists - too
long already - have been impacted by the other.
I have, however, read other books by Madeleine L’Engle - her
young adult science fiction series. You can read my thoughts on A
Wrinkle In Time and A
Wind in the Door if you like. A
Winter’s Love, in contrast, is neither science fiction nor aimed at
children or young adults. It is a straightforward, realistic, literary novel
for adults.
L’Engle actually started out by writing books for adults.
These did not sell all that well, however, and she had determined that if she
didn’t have a real success, she would quit writing at age 40. Soon after making
this decision, she had the idea for A
Wrinkle In Time, managed to talk a publisher into giving it a shot, and had
a bestseller on her hands.
That was in 1959. Two years prior, she wrote A Winter’s Love. After reading her basic
biographical information, it is clear that this book contained some elements
taken from L’Engle’s childhood. Her father suffered from some combination of
damage from mustard gas in World War One and alcoholism (much like one of my
great-grandfathers); a condition which led to them living for a time in the
French Alps.
A Winter’s Love is
set in the aftermath of World War Two, rather later than the time period
L’Engle would live in the French Alps. Rather than an illness, the reason for
the winter sabbatical is that the father, Courtney, has lost his job as a
professor at a New York
university. He has essentially been forced out by the new guy, a trendy writer
who finds Courtney to be too old fashioned. The sabbatical had been planned,
but now it isn’t fun, but one where the future is doubtful, and the family
greatly strained.
The mother, Emily, is the main focus of the story. She met
and married Courtney when she was his student. They had two daughters together,
but the younger one died at age 8, a tragedy that caused Courtney to withdraw
inside himself for a time. Later, they would have another child together
unexpectedly, leaving them with a teenager and a youngish child. Now, with the
lost job, Courtney has withdrawn again, and is trying desperately to regain his
sense of manhood. Emily is devastated by the loss of connection, and unsure
what she wants from life.
The older daughter, Virginia, is close friends with Mimi
Oppenheimer, a friend who has been essentially adopted by Virginia’s family. (This parallels the
adoption of Maria by L’Engle and her husband after Maria’s parents died.) The
youngest child, Connie, is a pretty typical - that is to say demanding - little
kid.
Already, the setup is stressful: living in a cheap chateau,
with a busybody (and kind of nasty) landlady, Mimi’s tales of her parents’
free-love lifestyle, and the tubercular and alcoholic Gertrude living down the
street with her mountain guide boyfriend Kaarlo.
But then, an old friend of Emily and Courtney turns up. Abe
is now a widower (and later divorcee) with a teen son, Sam. There is a mild
love triangle there, as Virginia
is smitten with Sam, who prefers Mimi. There is some harmless frisson here, but
everyone is young and decent, so nothing worse than a little angst. Much more
serious is the fact that Abe and Emily have been in love for a long time, even
though neither of them admitted it even to themselves before. But Abe makes the
move, and Emily responds.
It is fair to say that they have an affair. It isn’t fully
physical, even though at different points they want it to be. (Just not exactly
at the same time.) It is, however, emotional and passionate, with a bit of mild
touching and kissing. It is also morally troubling to Emily in particular, and
much of the book is devoted to her own struggle to choose a path, and reconcile
that path with her values.
A subplot in the book revolves around anti-semitism.
Gertrude met Kaarlo when both were in the French Resistance against the Nazis.
Gertrude has a past and a good story to tell, but she is also badly damaged by
her experiences. Her late husband haunts her, and she feels guilty that the
uber-healthy and strong Kaarlo is “wasting” himself on tubercular her. The
landlady, in contrast, collaborated with the Nazis, and takes out some of her
guilt on others by causing trouble and being nasty.
Anti-semitism rears its head first, however, at a dance. Sam
invites his friend “Beanie” along, so that there will be a guy for Virginia - and so Mimi
and Sam can be a couple. Beanie drops a casually anti-semitic comment about
Mimi to Virginia (while Sam and Virginia are
dancing), which causes Virginia
to stalk out on him. Later, Virginia and Mimi catch sight of Abe and Emily
kissing, which basically finishes the job of tearing Virginia’s world apart. And yet, she will
not tell her parents what she saw.
Obviously, things are a mess at this point, and they get
worse. But L’Engle forces her characters to work through their problems and
find a way. It is obvious from the start that the affair is doomed. It is clear
enough that Courtney cannot succeed as an academic writer, and so he will have
to take a less prestigious job in Indiana,
thus taking Emily away from the world she knows - and Abe. It is also pretty
obvious that Emily will not be willing to leave Courtney or take his children
from him. So this obviously cannot be more than a temporary fling - a winter’s
love, so to speak.
So much for the plot. What drives this book is the
characterization. It is filled with flawed, imperfect, complex people. It is
difficult to either love or hate anyone in it. Okay, except perhaps for Sam and
Mimi, who are endearingly sweet in a teenaged way. They too will part after the
winter, but one can hold out hope that they might end up together in the long
run. And if not, they will part friends.
I myself sympathised with Courtney. I too have had the
stress of an uncertain financial future. It wasn’t always easy finding a sense
of manhood in a marriage where my wife’s job has always been our source of
health insurance - and thus less expendible than mine. She never resented it,
but I felt from time to time that I was somehow failing as a man. She didn’t
feel that way, but I expected her to. That was a learning process. I also have
Courtney’s unfortunate tendency to withdraw when I feel like a failure. So I
got how he felt.
Emily too is interesting. She is upright to the point of
rigidity, appearing perfect to everyone except herself (and her family,
perhaps), which is why she struggles so much to discover she isn’t nearly as
good as she wants to think she is. She also is discovering that her black and
white world isn’t working for her. L’Engle never really resolves Emily’s
feelings either. There is no epiphany, no happy ending for Emily. She will lose
something no matter what choice she makes. But L’Engle also doesn’t make this a
catastrophe. It is an event. An affair. A winter’s love. It is part of Emily,
and who she is. Part of the dynamic here is that Courtney knows even if he
doesn’t know the details. He too has a decision, and he admits that if she
cheated, it won’t be the end of him - or his love for her. I can very much
understand this in the emotional sense. (Not that I have personal experience
here or anything.)
The handling of Virginia
is interesting as well. She has her teen moments, and they ring true. Again,
complexity. Virginia
is furious at the discovery that her parents aren’t perfect, and yet she can’t
truly hate them either. The relationship dynamics are fascinating - and better
written than many books involving teens and parents.
I could go on with more, but I’ll end with that. I found it
a compelling read because of the psychological complexity.
I do want to mention a few quotes, however, that I found
interesting. Emily and Courtney are what we might call “liberal” or
“progressive” by today’s standards. That is, they are opposed to racism, well
read and educated, urban, sophisticated, and so on. I mention “today’s
standards” because in a bygone era (perhaps even my childhood), this wasn’t a
“liberal” thing at all - it was still to be found on the Right. In the setting
of the book, however, there is definitely a gap between the “liberals” like
Courtney and Emily, and the casual anti-semites, which are linked to racists in
America.
I bring this up in part because some of the more fascinating
conversations in the book are between Virginia and various adults on the topic
of racism. Virginia
is in a tough situation, because she kind of likes some things about Beanie, and she doesn’t want to just exclude him
from all activities (which makes it hard on Sam, and there are only a few young
people anyway, so you get what you get.) One of these conversations is between
Emily and Virginia,
but references prior conversations with Courtney as well. One question is
exactly what Jews are. Being “Jewish” isn’t really being a race (particularly
by 1950s definitions), but it isn’t merely a religion either. So what is it
about being a “minority” of some sort? How does that happen. Courtney makes the
observation that all prejudice against minorities is similar. It isn’t about
who the minority is, but about the prejudice of those who are prejudiced.
Courtney himself feels in a minority because he cares about “education and
books and music and things,” as Virginia
puts it. I kind of agree with that. I certainly feel part of a minority for
that reason. I feel it particularly acutely living in a town with a lot of
people who do not care about those things. (To be fair, there are many that
do.) But also, that was one reason that I felt out of sync with my own religion
for so long. There is an increasing hostility toward education and thought and
reading and music and art and the whole thing - we are painted as “elitists” now,
for valuing those things.
Later in the book, Virginia
discusses Beanie with Gertrude. A very interesting exchange occurs:
“He’s still pretty young, isn’t he,
Vee?”
“Oh no. I think he’s a couple of years
older than I am.”
Gertrude smiled again. “Quite grown-up,
then. But I think he’s still young enough to change, don’t you?”
“Are people apt to?”
“You know, Virginia,” Gertrude said, suddenly serious,
“before the war I was quite thoughtlessly anti-Semitic in a casual way.”
“You, Madame de Croisnois??
“Yes. Of the ‘some of my best friends
are Jews’ school.”
I wasn’t expecting that. I somehow thought that “some of my
best friends are [black, gay, etc.]” was a more modern term - even if the
sentiment likely wasn’t. But there it is. And as true then as now.
One final quote is worth mentioning. Virginia and Emily end
up in a conversation about poetry (Virginia
writes it), and it veers in an interesting direction.
“We’ve been studying atoms in chemistry
this year, too,” Virginia
said, “and they kind of fascinate me. And God. God is so tremendously exciting,
mother. He’s so much bigger, so much more -- more enormous -- than most
churches let Him be. When you look at the mountains -- or when you look at the
stars and think how many of them probably have planets with life on them -- and
maybe life entirely different from ours --- Mother, why do people all the time try to pull God down so He’s small
enough to be understood?”
Emily stood up and put her hands on Virginia’s shoulders. “I
suppose because most people are afraid of what they can’t understand.”
Damn. Mic drop. This is a huge reason why I am not
comfortable in my church tradition any longer. Their concept of God has to be
reduced to an 19th Century theological dogma based on a particular approach to
a beautiful but complicated and messy ancient text. It has to be perfectly
clear, perfectly rigid, and completely understood by them. Anything bigger than
that has to be crushed. This passage also ties in with both Emily and Virginia
struggling with the reality of shades of grey that are intruding on their black
and white conception of the world, people, and morality.
I wasn’t sure whether I was going to like this book - but I
trust my classmate’s judgment in certain things. I was not disappointed. This
was a better than average book, and I find I am still thinking about it after
finishing it.
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