Church Service in connection with Barbara Pym
St Gabriel’s, Pimlico, Thursday 1st May 2025
In Crampton Hodnet Miss Doggett and Miss Morrow are waiting to go out.
‘Have you got my smelling salts’ Miss Doggett asked. ‘Give them to me. I may need them.’
‘Here you are, said Miss Morrow’. ‘Would it perhaps be better if I didn’t come?’
‘Of course you must come’, said Miss Doggett sharply. ‘Your being there will make no difference one way or the other.’
Miss Morrow walked meekly along by Miss Doggett’s side, a comforting neutral thing without form or sex. There was something so restful in being somebody whose presence made no different one way or the other.[1]
In this vignette we meet a familiar theme richly and various displayed in the novels. A women who allows herself to be pushed around, used by others, treated as a doormat. Sometimes they are indeed ‘Excellent Women’ but one of the reasons that they are so excellent is their willingness to do jobs men are reluctant to undertake themselves. The handsome Rocky Napier, for example, in Excellent Woman takes it for granted that his neighbour Mildred Lathbury will arrange for his furniture to be packed and moved to his new home. And she goes along with this and a great deal more besides.
The indignation that initial readers of her novels will have felt at this treatment, is even more marked in our time. We want people to believe in themselves and assert their personality. We regard low self esteem as unhealthy. We want the diffident to be more defiant, the self-effacing to be more assertive.
However, integrally linked to those women who allow themselves to be used, or treated as nothing, is their observant eye. They see what is going on. They notice the absurd struggles for position or status or superiority. They see it, expose it for what it is, and get us to laugh at it.
Hazel Holt wrote of Barbara Pym that
She had always had a strong personal faith and going to church had been a regular and natural part of her life at school and Oswestry..St Oswald’s in Oswestry had been fairly High Church but St Gabriel’s was definitely ‘spikier’ and Barbara found increased pleasure in the increased ritual and all that that implied..(it)..provided richness indeed to someone with an observant ironical eye.’[2]
So we can imagine her here in the late 1940’s looking around with that observant ironical eye and now, with eye purified and heart enlarged by the Eternal Compassion perhaps enjoying this occasion with us even more.
Irony relies on a contrast between how things seem and how they are in reality. Those who assume they are somehow superior to others because of class or education or some other reason are shown up in all their absurdity. True values are seen to lie elsewhere often present in thy shy, the unnoticed, those who don’t count.
Irony is fundamental to the Christian Gospel. Perhaps the most striking example is the mocking of Christ before his trial. He is dressed in a robe and mocked as a false king. But the story is written up by people who know he is King, not just of a country but the universe.
Then classically we have the words of St Paul:
Where is the wise? where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?
Because the foolishness of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of God is stronger than men.
Paul then makes the same point in relation to the church at Corinth-no doubt a small world, much like the congregations described in Barbara Pym’s novels:
For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called:
But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;
But if this alternative stance on the world, this ironical eye is not to be just another way of asserting superiority over others then the eye must itself be without illusion. It must be self aware about the authorial voice and not set it on a commanding pedestal. Paul had this self awareness. He wrote ‘I came to you without any pretension to eloquence or wisdom in declaring the truth about God…I came before you in weakness, in fear in great trepidation’. He also had a disability of some kind.
But this this recognition of himself as how others saw him-someone who was no great shakes either in person or as an orator- was liberating. It was liberating because it was a humility rooted in a deeper sense that he was valued, that he mattered. It reflected a profound confidence in his own being and his message .
‘There was something so restful in being somebody whose presence made no different one way or the other.’ Said Miss Morrow to herself
As my opening dialogue indicated there is an extraordinary liberation in Barbara Pym’s women when they accept that in the eyes of the world they are a nobody, a nothing. It frees them from the attempts they see all around them of people trying to dominate, control or put others down and it frees them to observe with ironic eyes those attempts to do just that. And if they don’t quite have the confidence of St Paul they have their moments.
In Some Tame Gazelle there is a wedding at which Belinda is offered champagne and when she says she is not really used to drinking it Agatha says in her usual crushing way ‘Aren’t you?’ and this made Belinda contrast the confident Agatha with her own diffident self. She reflects to herself
Poised and well dressed, used to drinking champagne, the daughter of a bishop and the wife of an archdeacon-that was Agatha Hoccleve. It was Belinda Bede who was the pathetic one and it was so much easier to bear the burden of ones own pathos than that of somebody else. Indeed perhaps the very recognition of it in oneself meant that it didn’t really exist. Belinda took a rather large sip of champagne and looked round the hall with renewed courage’ [3]
‘The very recognition of it, herself as a pathetic one, in the eyes of others ‘meant that it didn’t really exist’. To live without pretensions and delusions of grandeur, in humility as oneself, she finds enormously liberating.
So today we give thanks for the novels of Barbara Pym, for her observant ironic eye showing up the absurdities of our lives, the foibles and incongruities; for revealing the illusions and hinting at the reality We give thanks for the irony which reflects in its human way the Divine Irony whose foolishness if wiser than human cleverness and whose weakness is stronger human domination.
Richard Harries
[1] Barbara Pym, Crampton Hodnet, Grafton, 1986, p.159/60
[2] Hazel Holt, A Lot to Ask: a life of Barbara Pym, Sphere 1990, p.150/1
[3] Some Tame Gazelle, Granada, 1981,p.249