April 18, 2008

Nigel Balchin: Darkness Falls from the Air

Posted in Balchin Nigel at 11:59 am by John Self

Anyone who reads this blog regularly may recognise this book; it was recommended by Patrick McGrath in the interview I posted with him recently. I had (just about) heard of Nigel Balchin before this: there’s a battered copy of his novel A Way Through the Woods in my local Waterstone’s, under its film-tie-in title of Separate Lies. It’s been there so long it feels like an old friend. A little further investigation shows Balchin was the author also of The Small Back Room, made into a 1949 film by the great Powell & Pressburger (though one of their lesser works).  Hazel, who commented on this blog, showed that it was an older generation who were most familiar with Balchin, and a thorough piece by Clive James in 1974 – a few years after Balchin’s death - found his best known books then ‘still selling well’.  Sadly, thirty-odd years later, his best known contribution to our current culture is probably that, as an employee of confectioners Rowntree, he is credited with inventing the bubbles in the Aero bar, and the Kit-Kat.

Darkness Falls from the Air

In reading Darkness Falls from the Air (1942), an immediate problem of expectations arises. The book comes strongly recommended by a favourite author – and haven’t I been let down in that regard before? (Martin Amis, I can never love Nabokov or Bellow as much as you do.  But then, who can?) In particular, McGrath describes the book as having “the most perfect ending of any story I’ve ever read.” Well, apart from the fact that I would apply that particular epithet to McGrath’s own Dr Haggard’s Disease, this is practically a disappointment waiting to happen.

Our narrator is Bill Sarratt, a civil servant with an unfaithful wife and a extraordinary degree of coolness toward the bombing of London during the Blitz (“They seemed to be dropping a hell of a lot of stuff – far more than earlier in the evening.  I heard several sticks of three land, and once two fell close enough to leave me waiting for the third with a lot of interest”).  His wife’s lover, Stephen, tries to match him for cynicism.

Marcia and Stephen turned up about five minutes after I got there.  I thought they made a pretty pair, and didn’t much like it.  Marcia was all smoothed out and sparkling like women are after that sort of thing, and Stephen was looking big and handsome and haunted and so like a creative artist that you wouldn’t have thought he’d have the nerve to go around looking like that.  They were very much together, and I felt like a stockbroker uncle taking the engaged couple out.

I said, ‘I’ve ordered you some smoked salmon honey, right?’

‘Lovely,’ said Marcia.  ‘Bloody day?’

‘Average,’ I said.  ‘I think I may commit suicide soon.’

‘You can’t do that,’ said Stephen.  ‘I thought of it first.  Besides, why worry?  If you wait a week or two you’ll probably be killed anyhow.’  He drank some sherry and looked haunted.

The sense of ironic detachment even extends to Sarratt’s apparent acceptance of Marcia’s lover.  The chaos of wartime seems to be reflected in his psychology: all bets are off, normal rules of engagement are suspended.  The wit comes so thick and fast (“I tell you about my bomb?” says the proprietor of the local Italian restaurant.  “No.  And you aren’t going to now,” replies Sarratt.  “Otherwise I shall show you my operation”) that we know it must be covering over something else.  “I do loathe this facetiousness of yours,” Stephen tells Sarratt at one point.  “Why do you do it?  It’s horrible.  It’s macabre.”  But the trace of something that lies beneath shows when Marcia and Sarratt do have an argument – about Stephen – and they still “hung on to each other” while there were “occasional bumps going on outside.”  The word ‘outside’ – making a unit out of Sarratt and Marcia, pitting them against the world instead of against one another – is the first sign of a chink in his armour.

When he’s not pretending not to care about his wife and her lover, Sarratt is faced with a working day as tangled as his personal life.  At his job in the Civil Service, his time is taken up working on nebulous projects which never come to fruition, while bureaucratic doubletalk and pointless personnel shifts bring to mind the satire of Yes Minister.  And the mess of ineffectual government recalls the line in Fawlty Towers: “How did they ever win the war?”  It’s easy to forget on reading it now that at the time of publication, nobody knew how the war was going to end, which makes Balchin’s willingness to give his character such an insouciant attitude to the German bombings all the more bold.

Fred Giles came in and said one of the messengers had been killed in last night’s raid, plus wife, plus son, plus daughter, plus son-in-law.  They were in an Anderson.  It was a direct hit.  Fred said, ‘Somebody was going to start a fund for the family and then they found there wasn’t any family.’

This knowing take on the British stiff upper lip and muddling through, studded almost sickeningly with ice cold bons mots, can only go so far without becoming tiresome, and at 200 pages Darkness Falls from the Air doesn’t outstay its welcome.  By the now-legendary ending (“It seemed to me that the thing wasn’t as over as it ought to have been”), we have seen another side not only of Sarratt but of Balchin: the tension in the closing scenes was recognisably from the same hand as the nerve-shattering bomb-disposal sequence in the film of The Small Back Room.

There’s even room for optimism of a sort, though it’s typical of this tricky and intricate novel that you have to fight your way through a lot of cool wit and understated tragedy to find it.

If it came to that I was in a better temper myself.  The sun was shining and altogether it looked like being one of the better days.  I felt that one of the better days was due anyhow.

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Postscript: If the above hasn’t persuaded you to try this fine novel, then let Patrick McGrath himself have a goBe warned though that he loves that ending so much, he can’t resist giving it away.

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14 Comments »

  1. Isabel said,

    It’s amazing that book publishing and other normal activities was still happening despite all the bombings. Life does go on.

    You have the gift for finding books that were published before the end of WWII.

    I believe this is your second review about a book from this time period.

  2. John Self said,

    Oh! Now I’m trying to think of the other one…

    Publishing certainly went on during the war, Isabel, and although the Blitz during which this novel is set is one of the most famous and devastating episodes of the war, it did only last a few weeks (er, which is not to belittle the enormity of it) and life continued as normally as possible much of the time. I used to have an edition of Brighton Rock which was published during the war, the classic Penguin orange design, and it was on tissue-thin paper because of war shortages, and had adverts in the back pages.

  3. Hazel said,

    This may be of interest to you –
    Thursday 24th April, Radio 4, 11:30am, Nigel Balchin: The Small Back Room Boy.

  4. John Self said,

    Thanks Hazel – I noticed that in the paper yesterday (I was away over the weekend) and was just going to post it! Anyone outside the UK, or who (like me) can’t listen to the radio during the daytime, can listen to it online for 7 days after broadcast on the BBC Radio 4 website.

  5. JRSM said,

    ‘The Small Back Room’ is also great. I’ve been on a Balchin binge in the past (good news being that nice copies of most of his novels are cheap 2nd-hand in hardback), and very much enjoyed it. He even wrote a first-men-in-space novel just before the real thing happened (‘Kings of Infinite Space’). His corporate experience also went amusingly into a piss-take management manual he wrote under another name (Mark Spade), called ‘How to Run a Bassoon Factory’.

  6. Isabel said,

    The other one was Keun’s Child of all Nations.

  7. John Self said,

    Ding! Of course! Thanks Isabel.

    Thanks for the info JRSM. Fortunately The Small Back Room is one of the few Balchins in print in the UK so I’ll pick it up soon.

  8. David Johnson said,

    This morning I have just finished re-reading “The Small Back Room’ after recently picking up the Cassell paperback in bookshop selling remaindered copies, a book I first read perhaps thirty years ago.
    The self-doubts of Sammy, the sense of constraint at all levels and the claustraphobic mind-sets, for me predominate. For Sammy, neither Susan’s nor Strang’s (nor Stuart’s) validation is sufficient to overcome his self doubts and loathing; as readers, we are forced to confront our continuous need for some indications of our value to society and (hopefully) to recognise our propensity, all too frequently, to judge ourselves too harshly.
    I look forward to more Balchin..

  9. John Self said,

    Thanks David, very interesting to read your thoughts. I’ve only seen the film of The Small Back Room, and though I liked it as an example of minor Powell & Pressburger, it sounds as though it didn’t do the book justice. These days the best we seem to get in terms of investigation of (lack of) validation of ourselves through others seems to be in TV documentaries about teenage body image (there were two on last night)…

    A shame it’s been remaindered, though I did doubt the wisdom of issuing both The Small Back Room and Darkness Falls from the Air in an imprint titled “Cassell Military Paperbacks.” Frankly there’s no way I would have picked it up without the recommendation.

    Hope you read some more and return to let us know what you think. I’ll be getting The Small Back Room for sure, and probably Mine Own Executioner which seems to have been his best known novel during his lifetime. The Clive James article which I linked to in the main post above has detailed appraisals of several of the books.

  10. I liked The Small Back Room very much. It’s clever, often moving and extremely gripping, with a hard-boiled feel to it (or should that be stiff-upper-lipped?) and a nail-biting final (or near final) scene. I found it remaindered, possibly in the edition you mention – I can’t be bothered to go and look. Now I’ll have to keep my eyes open for Darkness Falls from the Air…

  11. John Self said,

    Yes I found a clutch of remaindered copies of The Small Back Room too, in the garish-covered Cassell Military Paperbacks edition, in a local bookshop last week so picked it up cheaply. Was interested to see that the narrator seems to have almost exactly the same ‘voice’ as Bill Sarratt in Darkness Falls from the Air: the brittle wit and cynicism. Perhaps that was Balchin’s limitation rather than his strength? We shall see…

  12. [...] the cover of which is less handsome than that shown above. It is not as good in my opinion as Darkness Falls from the Air, which I enjoyed last year. The narrator, Sammy Rice, has the same sort of brittle wit as Bill [...]

  13. The thing that struck me about Darkness Falls… was its sense of the sexual energy of the Blitz, the feeling of a very un-British license to misbehave under constant threat of non-existence. It seems almost of a piece with Nick & Nora Charles’s brittle American glamour, and it’s the last thing you expect to find in a wartime British novel.

  14. dcairns said,

    I just read Balchin’s A Sort of Traitors, a post-war novel about a research lab struggling to tackle epidemics who are told they can’t publish their findings, which could save millions of lives. It’s a little bit too issue-driven, perhaps, and the attitude to that issue isn’t quite satisfactory, but there’s a memorable character in an armless war veteran plotting to destroy his girl’s lover by pushing him into treason.


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