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It is 1912, and at Cambridge University the modern age is knocking at the gate. In lecture halls and laboratories, the model of a universe governed by the mind of God is at last giving way to something wholly rational, a universe governed by the laws of physics. To Fred Fairly, a junior fellow at the College of St. Angelicus, this comes as a great comfort. Science, he is certain, will soon explain everything. Mystery will be routed by reason, and the demands of the soul will be seen for what they are-a distraction and an illusion. Into Fred's orderly life comes Daisy, with a bang-literally. One moment the two are perfect strangers, fellow cyclists on a dark country road; the next, they are casualties of a freakish accident, occupants of the same warm bed. Fred has never been so close to a woman before, and none so pretty, so plainspoken, and yet so-mysterious. Is she a manifestation of Chaos, or is she a sign of another kind of Order?… (more)
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I do not understand how Penelope Fitzgerald so consistently managed to pack so much into her very short novels. This one is both an unsurpassably charming romantic comedy and a
Half the novel is centered around a (fictional) Cambridge college that still clings to the rules imposed on it by a (not-fictional) medieval pope -- Faculty members are forbidden to marry, and no female animal is allowed within the walls. But those same faculty members are participating in the great discoveries of atomic physics.
The other half is an unsparing narrative of the trials and lack of opportunities that beset a poor girl growing up in London. As a counterpoint to this, the scholar-hero goes home to his conservative clerical family and finds that his mother and two sisters have abruptly turned into ardent campaigners for women's suffrage.
The book is set in 1912, which means that if the male protagonist had been real, he would have had less than an even chance of being alive and unscarred six years later. No hints are dropped, however, although the author does not neglect to remind is of what is just over the horizon: "There was a vacancy in the College, not through death, but through a lecturer in Propellant Explosives being suddenly recalled to Germany."
[As a sidelight: One of the characters, "Dr. Matthews, the Provost of St. James'", is transparently based on M.R. James, the great writer of ghost stories (collected as Ghost Stories of an Antiquary). Fitzgerald even produces a convincing though condensed pastiche of a James story!]
This little comedy takes place in 1912, divided in its setting between an obscure celibate Cambridge
Let me tell you what is going to happen, over the coming centuries, to atomic research.
There will be many apparent results, some useful, some spectacular, some, very possibly, unpleasant. But since the whole basis of the present research is unsound, cracks will appear in the structure one by one. The physicists will begin by constructing models of the atom, in fact there are some very nice ones in the Cavendish at the moment. Then they'll find that the models won't do, because they would only work if atoms really existed, so they'll replace them by mathematical terms which can be stretched to fit. As a result, they'll find that since they're dealing with what they can't observe, they can't measure it, and so we shall hear that all that can be said is that the position is probably this and the energy is probably that. The energy will be beyond their comprehension, so they'll be driven to the theory that it comes and goes more or less at random. Now their hypotheses will be at the beginning of collapse and they will have to pull out more and more bright corners. There will be elementary particles which are too strange to have anything but curious names, and anti-matter which ought to be there, but isn't. By the end of the century they will have to admit that the laws they are supposed to have discovered seem to act in a profoundly disorderly way.
A pretty good description of what happened in physics in the 20th century, as predicted by a denier, wouldn't you say? Of course, Fitzgerald has the advantage of writing in 1990.
Fred's comic activities in College, and at home at his father's Rectory where his mother and sisters have flung themselves into the Suffrage Movement, are contrasted to those of Daisy, growing up exceedingly poor in London, who, after several secretarial jobs in which she found herself holding off her employers' advances, decides to become a nurse. Through a variety of mishaps, she finds herself in Cambridge, where she and Fred collide, literally. And thereby hangs this comic romance, one part physics, one part accident, one part social movement. I found it a delightful little entertainment.
As in The blue flower, we are expected to notice how the men keep themselves busy theorising and analysing whilst the women are solving real-world problems. St Angelicus College, which manages to function entirely without female assistance, is shown to be an absurdity that has never contributed anything useful to the world except as a model of bloody-minded reaction.
When she talks about external historical events, there is obviously a bit of simplification and time-compression going on (e.g. with Marsden and Geiger's visit to Cambridge in the last chapter: what they presented probably didn't come as such a surprise to Cambridge scientists as Fitzgerald implies, given that Rutherford had published his model of the atom a year earlier). It's not a super-realistic historical novel, and it's clearly not intended to be, but it gives a plausible feel to the pre-war Cambridge that it describes, without any intrusive anachronisms.
The novels of Penelope Fitzgerald are often inspired by very simple ideas, or seemingly no ideas at all. Boy meets girl by accident is apparently inspiring to the author, but is essentially very commonplace and banal, about as banal as cows frolicking in a pasture. To conclude that these are instances of the imagination ruling over reason, is a quantum leap requiring more than all the reason of Oxford and Cambridge combined.
The Gate of Angels is a very boring book.
I quite agree. This is one of
In fact, Fitzgerald leaves lots unsaid in this book: she juxtaposes sections that may differ in tone, location, sometimes even genre, and leaves it up to the reader to connect them -- the well-read reader, who knows how romances and academic novels typically develop. Characterization is bare-bones, mainly done through dialogue and Omniscient-Narrator commentary, only hinting at a more coherent personality in the background -- all this is again to be assembled by the reader. I imagine that this may feel disjointed or even unfinished to some, but reading one section in the spirit of the others worked wonderfully for me (or perhaps I merely like the way my own imagination works). Carrying over the subtle silliness and absurdity from some of the sections and treating the novel as though that is the kind of heightened reality in which it is set makes the whole thing come together beautifully.
It turns out there is a character based on M. R. James in there -- a pipe-smoking mediaeval palaeographer who writes ghost stories in his spare time and is fond of reading them out loud to colleagues at various Colleges. Fitzgerald even includes
Penelope Fitzgerald has an exquisitely calibrated sense of humour, and she puts it to excellent use in [The gate of Angels]. I absolutely loved this book: it’s going to be hard to beat this one in terms of liveliness and shameless fun.
I liked the rest well enough -- and admit that the book has a cracking first sentence -- but didn't really love it. Fitzgerald may be trying to draw some parallel in "The Gate of the Angels" between the imperceptible atomic science with which Fred is peripherally involved and the unknowable mechanisms of roamance, but this comparison either isn't drawn particularly well or its subtleties were simply beyond me. It's not that I'd call "The Gate of the Angels" an unserious or unsuccessful novel, but I'd warn readers with decidedly unromantic dispositions to avoid it entirely. In its physical and temporal setting (rural England, 1912) and the sense it gives the reader that an older, Victorian Britain is slipping away, this one reminded me of Forster's "A Room With A View." The author drops a few hints about the coming storm that would break in 1914, but doesn't reveal anything about these characters' ultimate fates. The proudly romantic conclusion of Forster's novel was decidedly optimistic about the coming century. "The Gate of Angels" keeps its characters blissfully ignorant about what's coming next. Maybe that's for the best.
The writing is delightful, wry and descriptive. The setting of the fens suits the story, adding to the ghostly elements, as well as the wind driving the plot forward. The students and professors at the university debate science vs. faith and Ms. Fitzgerald illustrates the points perfectly:
“You have come to Cambridge to study the interdependence of matter and energy. Please remember that energy and matter are in no way something distinct from yourselves. Remember, too, that scientists are not dispassionate. Your judgement and your ability to do good work will be in part dependent on your digestion, your prejudices and above all, your emotional life. You must face the fact that if another human being, whose welfare means considerably more to you than your own, behaves in a very different way from anything you had expected, then your efficiency may be impaired. When the heart is breaking, it is nothing but an absurd illusion to think you can taste the blood. Still I repeat, your efficiency may be impaired.”
This was shortlisted for the Booker Prize, and I can see why. The Gate of Angels is both literal and figurative; it is a doorway to change. I heartily recommend this and any book by Penelope Fitzgerald.
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