A review of Dinah Brooke’s excellent cult novel Lord Jim at Home
Dinah Brooke's 1973 novel Lord Jim at Home had been out of print for five decades --- and had never gotten a U.S. release -- until McNally Editions republished in 2023 with a new foreword by the novelist Ottessa Moshfegh. I always save forewords until …
Dinah Brooke's 1973 novel Lord Jim at Home had been out of print for five decades --- and had never gotten a U.S. release -- until McNally Editions republished in 2023 with a new foreword by the novelist Ottessa Moshfegh. I always save forewords until after I've finished a novel, so I missed Moshfegh's implicit advice to go into Lord Jim at Home cold. She notes that the recommendation she received to read it "came with no introduction," and that "I wouldn't have wanted the effect of the novel to be mitigated in any way, so I'm reluctant to introduce it now."
I am not reluctant to write about Brooke's novel because I am so enthusiastic about it and I think those with tastes in literature similar to my own will find something fascinating in its plot and prose. However, l agree with Moshfegh's advice that Lord Jim at Home is best experienced free from as much mitigating context as possible. I had never heard of the novel before lifting it from a bookseller's shelf, attracted by the striking cover; I flipped it over to read a blurb parsed from Moshfegh's foreword attesting that Brooke's novel "was an instrument of torture. It's that good." The inside flap informed me that reviews upon its publication "described it as 'squalid and startling,' 'nastily horrific,' and a 'monstrous parody' of upper-middle class English life." I was sold.
Lord Jim at Home is squalid and startling and nastily horrific. It is abject, lurid, violent, and dark. It is also sad, absurd, mythic, often very funny, and somehow very, very real for all its strangeness. The novels I would most liken Lord Jim at Home to, at least in terms of the aesthetic and emotional experience of reading it, are Ann Quin's Berg, Anna Kavan's Ice, Mervyn Peake's Gormenghast novels, Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway, and James Joyce's Portrait (as well as bits of Ulysses). (I have not read Conrad's Lord Jim, which Brooke has taken as something of a precursor text for Lord Jim at Home.)
After finishing Lord Jim at Home, I read it again by accident. At first I intended to take a few notes for a possible review, but after the first few pages I just kept reading. On a second reading, Brooke's novel was just as strange---maybe even stranger---even if I was able to read it much more quickly, finding myself quicker to tune into the novel's competing (and complementary) narrative registers. I found it far more precise, too, in the rhetorical development of its themes; Brooke's styles and tones shift to capture the different ages of its hero. The novel begins in a mythical, archetypal mode and works its way through various registers, exploring the tropes of schoolboy novels, romances, war stories, adventure tales, modernism, realism, and journalism. But despite its shifting modes, Lord Jim at Home is not a parodic pastiche. Rather, at its core, Lord Jim at Home skewers how aesthetic modes---primarily those derived from notions of class and manners---cover over abject cruelty. As Moshfegh puts it in her forward, Lord Jim at Home is "an accurate portrayal of how fucked-up people behave, artfully conveyed in a way that nice people are too polite to admit they understand."
I've tried to be clear that I think it's best to come to Lord Jim at Home without too much context---it's best to just go with the novel's strangeness. Below, however, I offer a more detailed discussion of the novel, its language, and some elements of the plot for those so inclined.
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