{"id":6440,"date":"2024-03-01T22:34:07","date_gmt":"2024-03-01T12:34:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/veritysparks.com\/?p=6440"},"modified":"2024-03-01T22:35:38","modified_gmt":"2024-03-01T12:35:38","slug":"old-filth","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/?p=6440","title":{"rendered":"OLD FILTH"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>As the trees on either winding bank blotted out the landing stage, Edward, who had been struck dumb by the sight of Ada left alone on the tottering platform, began to scream \u2018Ada, Ada, Ada!\u2019 and to point back up river.\u00a0 Auntie May held him tight, but he screamed louder and writhed in her arms. She spoke sharply in Malay and he bit her shoulder, wriggled free and seemed about to jump overboard. A sailor caught him by the belt of the shorts that Auntie May had brought and that had astonished him. The sailor lifted him high. Water poured down the sailor\u2019s silky arms. \u2018Hai, hai, hai,\u2019 he laughed and Edward lashed out at him, sobbing. He was a tall strong boy of four and a half but the sailor lifted him into the air like a swathe of flowers. Something of the boatman\u2019s smell and his happy eyes reminded the child of Ada, and the sobbing lessened and he went limp.<br \/>\n<\/em><em>\u2018Why does she stay? Why is she not here?\u2019<br \/>\n\u2018If she came with you, you would never learn English. You and she would talk Malay, as we are doing now.\u2019<br \/>\n&#8216;I will talk Malay with you always.&#8217;<br \/>\n\u2018Not after we get to the Port. You will learn something new. Ada will follow.\u2019<br \/>\n\u2018Follow?\u2019<br \/>\n\u201cShe will follow to the Port when you have to go Home.\u2019<br \/>\nEdward gave a shuddering, hopeless sob. He had just left Home. What would Ada do without him at Home? He was placed in Auntie May\u2019s lap and looked at her with eyes nearly mad. \u2018Ada! Ada!\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/9780349145266.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-6443\" src=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/9780349145266-191x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"191\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/9780349145266-191x300.jpg 191w, https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/9780349145266-651x1024.jpg 651w, https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/9780349145266-768x1207.jpg 768w, https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/9780349145266-977x1536.jpg 977w, https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/03\/9780349145266.jpg 1000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 191px) 100vw, 191px\" \/><\/a>This is our first book group title of the year, and isn\u2019t it a terrific one? Who (or what) is Old Filth?<\/p>\n<p>It turns out Old Filth is the immaculate Sir Edward Feathers, now retired, recently widowed and living alone in Dorset. The name \u2018Filth\u2019 is an old joke, \u2018Failed in London Try Hong Kong\u2019, but he is anything but a failure. He was a high-flying lawyer, rich and respected, and later a judge. And he is also Eddie, the Raj orphan, sent back to England from Malaya (and his beloved carer Ada) as a small child.<\/p>\n<p>Most of my book group had never heard of Jane Gardam; she&#8217;s not exactly a household name, but she is a multi-award winning writer. <em>Old Filth<\/em> was perhaps her most commercially successful novel. Born in 1928, her first book (for children) was <em>A Long Way to Verona, <\/em>which came out in 1971. She\u2019s written books both for children and for adults, and it is as a short story writer that I first encountered her. I read and re-read her collections <em>The Sidmouth Letters <\/em>and<em> Missing the Midnight<\/em> when I was trying to teach myself how to write. Reading her after many years, I can see her influence, and I could do worse than study her again. <em>Old Filth<\/em> is a model of economy and style as Gardam swoops boldly back and forward in time to tell the life story of Edward Feathers from birth to death, circling around his early childhood in Malaya, his traumatic time as a foster child in Wales, his oddly happy schooldays, his professional life and relationships.\u00a0 Relationships! Never Old Filth\u2019s strong suit. There\u2019s his wife Betty, his old rival Terry Veneering and his fellow \u2018orphans\u2019, \u00a0Claire and Babs, his schoolfriend Patrick Ingoldby, whose family more or less adopted Old Filth, and his cousin Isobel. Even chance-met acquaintances like Loss, Chinese dwarf wheeler-dealer, or fleetingly seen characters like Alice, the maid of his loathsome aunts, are vivid and real. They build the sense of a fully peopled, whole life. Each scene has beautiful, sharp, convincing detail.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s a piece of beautiful writing, short (around 260 pages) book, but economical and brilliant in a way that contemporary writers of brick-like tomes could study. I\u2019ll try to limit the adjectives; it\u2019s a cynical, compassionate, funny and intensely moving portrayal of the way childhood neglect and abuse can percolate through a whole lifetime.<\/p>\n<p>There are two companion books, <em>The Man in the Wooden Hat<\/em> and<em> Last Friend<\/em>s; I&#8217;ve already borrowed them from the Athenaeum.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As the trees on either winding bank blotted out the landing stage, Edward, who had been struck dumb by the sight of Ada left alone on the tottering platform, began to scream \u2018Ada, Ada, Ada!\u2019 and to point back up &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/?p=6440\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6440","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6440","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6440"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6440\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6447,"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6440\/revisions\/6447"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6440"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6440"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/veritysparks.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6440"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}