
The ninth book in my reading of the first ten Penguin Books in first edition all done in their 90th anniversary year, and the first one I’ve struggled to get into. I think it is partly down to the dated handling of the subject matter, a young girl pursued by two very different men but mainly due to the use of phonetic Shropshire dialect whenever characters, especially Hazel, speak. This does make reading the book almost 110 years after it was first published quite difficult, I may live in Shropshire, in fact only a few miles from where the book was written, but I’m not from here originally and I’ve never heard dialect as broad as it is depicted in the book. As a brief introduction to quite a simple bit of dialogue here’s Hazel explaining why she is afraid of the small wood known as Hunter’s Spinney at midsummer and the way she is put down, and will continue to be put down by Mrs. Marston.
”In Hunter’s Spinney on midsummer night there’s things moving as move no other time; things free as was fast; things crying out as have been a long while hurted.’ She suddenly opened her eyes and went on dramatically ‘First comes the Black Huntsman, crouching low on his horse and the horse going belly to earth. And John Meares o’the public, he seed the red froth from his nostrils on the brakes one morning when he was ketching pheasants. And the jeath’s with him, great hound−dogs, real as real, only no eyes, but sockets with a light behind ’em. Ne’er a one knows what they’s after. If I seed ’em I’d die,’ she finished hastily, taking a large bite of cake.
‘Myths are interesting,’ said Edward, ‘especially nature myths.’
‘What’s a myth, Mr. Marston?’
‘An untruth, my dear,’ said Mrs. Marston.
I’ve got an idea from the context what ‘the jeath’ is but it’s not a word I have ever seen before or indeed can find in a dictionary. As for the characters Hazel is depicted as a rural innocent, yes she’s aware of sex and reproduction as it happens with the animals around her in the countryside but not really as it applies to her so she is confused by the interest she raises in both Edward Marston, the chapel parson and his rival local land owner Jack Reddin. Her mother died when she was young and she was left to be raised by her father who is only really interested in his harp and his bees so never had a female to explain things to her, by the time the book starts she is eighteen and never had a relationship with a man or indeed wanted one, but all the same she is a bit too innocent, too fay, to be entirely believable as a character. The book revolves around the conflict between the two men and Hazel not sure where she should be and whom she should be with, this isn’t even resolved when she marries the priest, in fact she is if anything more drawn to Reddin after that point.
I have to say that although I did get to the end of the 284 pages it was a struggle, none of the characters drew me in particularly except perhaps the parson Edward and even he I felt needed a good talking to so that hopefully he would stop pussyfooting around Hazel and just take control of their lives together, unfortunately nobody had that chat with him. I guessed something similar to the ending was going to happen as I couldn’t see any other way Webb could draw to tale to a logical conclusion but the book was still strangely unsatisfying and the first of the ten books from Penguin’s original production that I haven’t really enjoyed. It’s entirely likely that I’m not the audience she was writing for, it was after all made into a film by the great British film-makers Powell and Pressburger so it was obviously highly thought of at the time, it’s just not for me.






















