April 17, 2007

Patrick Hamilton: The Slaves of Solitude

Posted in Hamilton Patrick at 10:55 am by John Self

Patrick Hamilton is one of those mid-20th century writers who is forever in danger of being forgotten. His books slip in and out of print, so we are fortunate that – for the time being – his best works are all readily available. Hangover Square and Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky are in a (larger branch) bookstore near you in Penguin and Vintage Classics respectively. And just recently, his last great novel The Slaves of Solitude (1947) has been reissued, in the UK by Constable & Robinson, and in the US by New York Review Books.

Hamilton was an alcoholic who died from cirrhosis of the liver and who at the time of writing The Slaves of Solitude was, according to his brother, getting through three bottles of whisky a day. This seems to have been his optimum working level, because The Slaves of Solitude is pretty much flawless and the best of his work that I’ve read.

It is set in Hamilton’s favoured milieu, the grim and grimy streets of the wrong parts of England: sticky pubs, notorious parks and down-at-heel boarding houses. Much of the action (and it’s mostly verbal and psychological) takes place in the Rosamund Tea Rooms, where a disparate bunch of loners and misfits are staying during the second world war. The Rosamund Tea Rooms – no longer tea rooms but a boarding house – is in Thames Lockdon, a “half-village, half-town” at the end of the line outside London, “a place to pass through, above all,” which speaks poorly for those who end up lodged there.

And Hamilton does love nothing more than to speak poorly of his characters. For this reason The Slaves of Solitude will not delight everyone – lovers of Richard Yates are probably a good bet, though – and readers who find themselves ground down by relentless cynicism and misanthropy may not get on with it at all. But it’s terrifically funny while doing all this, and Hamilton’s winking, sly character portraits are a joy, as of the central character Miss Roach:

She had, she knew, the complexion of a farmer’s wife and the face of a bird. Her eyes, too, were bird-like – blackly brown, liquid, loving, appealing, confused. Her hair was of a nondescript brown colour, and she parted it in the middle. She was only thirty-nine, but might have been taken for forty-five. She had given up “hope” years ago. She had never actually had any “hope.” Like so many of her kind – the hopeless – she was too amiable and tried too hard in company and conversation, and sometimes gave an air, untrue to her character, of being genteel.

Or her (first) adversary Mr Thwaites:

In his large, flat, moustached face (with its slightly flattened nose, as though someone in the past had punched it), in his lethargic yet watchful brown eyes, in his way of walking and his way of talking, there could be discerned the steady, self-absorbed, dreamy, almost somnambulistic quality of the lifelong trampler through the emotions of others, of what Miss Roach would call the “bully”. That steady look with which as a child he would have torn off a butterfly’s wing, with which as a boy he would have twisted another boy’s wrist, with which as a man he would have humiliated a servant or inferior, was upon him now as he looked as Miss Roach; it never entirely left him. He had money of his own and he had lived, resounded through private hotels and boarding houses all his life. Such places, with the timid old women they contained, were hunting grounds for his temperament – wonderfully suited and stimulating to his particular brand of loquacity and malevolence.

And it is the conflict between Miss Roach and Mr Thwaites (and later, others) which drives the storyline of the book. But what Hamilton manages is to make these scenes simultaneously horrible, very funny (Mr Thwaites’s pretentious use of language is a particular comic highlight) and eventually highly involving. Even those of us who don’t care for whether or not a book has characters we care for, will find ourselves rooting for Miss Roach as the final conflict approaches. And given all that has gone before, the ending is somewhat surprising too.

In addition the book contains scattered fine snapshots of life in wartime. The blackout material around the “Open” sign in a pub makes it look like “a waterside brothel instead of a healthy public house”; the conscripted soldiers in the village who would tramp by but “said nothing, giving expression to their slow sorrow and helplessness in their boots”; the wartime newsreels with “a curiously menacing voice, threatening to the enemy, yet admonitory to the patriot, and on one tireless note.” The blackout also neatly reflects Hamilton’s pitch-dark humour and world-view. Well, alcohol is a depressant, after all.

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18 Comments »

  1. Nick said,

    Patrick Hamilton is a wonderful writer, I would thoroughly recommend him (but then again I recommended Aurelio Zen….)

  2. John Self said,

    Heheh, thanks Nick. Despite the impression I gave above, the only other one of his I’ve read is Hangover Square. However I picked up Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky at the weekend and will look forward to it. His late Gorse trilogy – part of which inspired the 80s Nigel Havers TV series The Chancer – is apparently not so hot (he must have moved on to more than three bottles a day by then) but also reissued by a small press in the next couple of months, so I will keep an eye out anyway.

  3. Jenny said,

    The last part (4 chapters) of Hangover Square is absolutely heartbreaking and the whole novel is a great piece of writing; Twenty Thousand etc also very good. I’ve read one of the Gorse trilogy books and agree it wasn’t up to that standard. I think Hamilton is a writer who goes in and out of fashion rather than one who is consistently ignored; I read him when I was working in a bookshop in London about 20 years ago, when quite a few of his novels were in print.

  4. Andrew said,

    The new edition of The Gorse Trilogy has now been published by Black Spring Press. You can get it at their website http://www.blackspringpress.co.uk or on Amazon.co.uk

  5. John Self said,

    Thanks Andrew. In fact I saw it in the bookshop a month or two ago and snapped it up! I hope to get around to it soon (though probably after Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky).

  6. [...] in drag”) bring to mind Muriel Spark’s Memento Mori and Patrick Hamilton’s The Slaves of Solitude, but in the end she lacks the iciness of either of those, and the book becomes an altogether [...]

  7. JRSM said,

    The Gorse books are 2/3 great, in that books one and two are wonderful, creepy, darkly funny things that hint about all sorts of nastiness to come, while book three is short and aimless and a let-down, obviously written when Hamilton was losing it to the booze.

    If you can find Sean French’s biography of Hamilton, it’s well worth reading: the man had a fascinating life. The biography shouldn’t be too hard to find cheaply at second-hand: French has said that Faber told him it was their least successful book ever.

  8. John Self said,

    The biography shouldn’t be too hard to find cheaply at second-hand: French has said that Faber told him it was their least successful book ever.

    :lol: That’s distinction of a sort, I suppose! No doubt it was this commercial failure which drove French to start writing thrillers with his wife.

    I will look out the biog, though I still haven’t read Wilson’s Highsmith or Bailey’s Yates, which have been weighing down my shelves for a few years now… I think of them more as reference works to find out about the writing, publication, reception and so on of the authors’ books.

  9. JRSM said,

    Yes, I’ve got unread copies of the Highsmith and Yates biographies too. The presence of a naked Highsmith on the spine of the first one is oddly disturbing, too.

  10. [...] capable of poking fun at the denizens of low-rent hostels, just as Hamilton did so brilliantly in The Slaves of Solitude: Someone switched on the wireless in the sports-room.  One o’clock news.  The set was [...]

  11. [...] John Self Hard to believe that it’s taken me over a year to return to Patrick Hamilton after The Slaves of Solitude reminded me how great he is. Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky (1935) is widely considered to [...]

  12. [...] people brought together in one residence: for a superlative example, see Patrick Hamilton’s The Slaves of Solitude. Here, we are in a lodging-house at 10 Dulcimer Street, owned by the widowed Mrs Vizzard and [...]

  13. Derek said,

    Just finished Slaves of Solitude (after reading Twenty Thousand and Hangover Square) – why had I never heard of him before?
    It’s very strange how one of Brittain’s finest 20th century writers has been so over looked for so long.

  14. John Self said,

    Thanks for your comment Derek. Hamilton is terrific, isn’t he? I’ve also written about Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky here. I’d love to read Nigel Jones’ recent biography of him. A lot of Hamilton’s books seem to be in print right now, though the only other ones I’m keen to read are the Gorse trilogy – and even there I’m told they tail off pretty dramatically.

  15. [...] Self of The Asylum has also written up Slaves of Solitude, here. He also has a review of 20,000 Streets Under the Sky over at his. Both are worth [...]

  16. [...] Patrick Hamilton‘s Slaves of Solitide [profile / review] [...]

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  18. […] Patrick Hamilton, The Slaves of Solitude. “Pretty much flawless … Simultaneously horrible, very funny and eventually highly […]


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