{"id":502,"date":"2015-05-18T10:39:54","date_gmt":"2015-05-18T10:39:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/staffblogs.le.ac.uk\/waughandwords\/?p=502"},"modified":"2025-02-26T13:22:18","modified_gmt":"2025-02-26T13:22:18","slug":"pigeonpie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/staffblogs.le.ac.uk\/waughandwords\/2015\/05\/18\/pigeonpie\/","title":{"rendered":"Book Group: Pigeon Pie"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Book<\/a>

Nancy Miford’s Pigeon Pie (1940)<\/p><\/div>\n

The group was in fine form this Saturday as we met to discuss a \u2018non-Waugh\u2019 book for the first time. Original members have worked through nearly all Waugh\u2019s fiction now, so we are looking for ways to branch out without losing the interest that binds us together \u2013 one way, we thought, was to read the writing of Waugh\u2019s contemporaries and friends alongside his own work. Last month we looked at Put Out More Flags<\/em>, so it made sense to keep the theme of early WWII and read Pigeon Pie<\/em>, a relatively early novel by Waugh\u2019s great friend Nancy Mitford.Pigeon Pie<\/em> is a very light, silly book written during the so-called Phoney War. Its heroine, Sophia, is terrified of what is to come but determined to face it bravely. While her apocalyptic fears of bombs and rubble remain unrealised during the narrative, she does nevertheless stumble across various absurd wartime intrigues which she faces with characteristic British \u2018pluck\u2019.It looked at first as if Mitford was going to get a rough ride, with one member of the group complaining he was robbed of the penny he paid for the book on AbeBooks (though another member did point out that there was also the \u00a32.80 delivery fee to consider). He then raised consternation by describing Mitford as a \u2018silly little girl\u2019 (she was in fact in her mid-thirties when she wrote Pigeon Pie), but quickly distanced himself from any misogynistic intent by explaining that the story read as if any sixth-former with a penchant for cheap spy novels could have written it.<\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The group’s opinion was divided on Pigeon Pie.<\/p><\/div>\n

Others liked the book\u2019s determination not to take anything seriously, and occasionally Mitford\u2019s satire can still bite. How marvellous, for example, to be reading her description of parliament as an extension of a Public School in the same week that newly-elected MPs from the Scottish National Party upset the decorum of the chamber <\/a>by taking selfies in the Speaker\u2019s chair and imitating David Cameron:<\/p>\n

It was talk which Sophia was very much accustomed to, because it had begun years ago, when she was a young married woman taking Fred and Ned [members of parliament] out to tea at the Cockpit; only then it had been a question of Pop and coloured waistcoats, and the Headmaster in those days had delivered his harangues in Chapel instead of on the floor of the House.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Mitford, by virtue of her aristocratic (if eccentric) upbringing, was ideally placed to listen to the powers that be in the run-up to, and early stages of, the war. What she heard did not impress her and she compares not only MPs and ministers to children in the novel but countries too:<\/p>\n

Rather soon after the war had been declared, it became obvious that nobody intended it to begin. The belligerent countries were behaving like children in a round game, picking up sides, and until the sides had been picked up the game could not start.<\/p>\n

England picked up France, Germany picked up Italy. England beckoned to Poland, Germany answered with Russia. Then Italy\u2019s Nanny said she had fallen down and grazed her knee, running, and mustn\u2019t play. England picked up Turkey, Germany picked up Spain, but Spain\u2019s Nanny said she had internal troubles, and must sit this one out. England looked towards the Oslo group, but they had never played before, except little Belgium, who had hated it, and the others felt shy. America, of course, was too much of a baby for such a grown-up game, but she was just longing to see it played. And still it would not begin.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The English character is far more stereotyped in this novel than in Put Out More Flags, but then Waugh always claimed not to believe in \u2018the man in the street\u2019 \u2013 only individuals. (An irony, then, that he has become the byword for a certain kind of Englishness). When this is riffed on, the effect is very funny \u2013 such as when a pro-German schedule of radio broadcasts only worries the authorities when its presenter (based on Ivor Novello) addresses the pets of Great Britain. Across the country dogs and cats gather round the wireless, and frogs jump out of garden ponds just to listen.<\/p>\n

We wondered if, in the time of uncertainty and boredom in which Mitford wrote Pigeon Pie, accounted for its frivolity. There is nothing more British than using humour as a defence mechanism. It wouldn\u2019t have been \u2018done\u2019 to show too much fear. This was reflected in the family experiences of group members \u2013 more than one grandmother had kept schtum on the emotional strain of wartime all her life only to be plunged into terror of planes and bombs by Dementia or an unexpected low-flying crop-sprayer. Thus, the parachutists that haunt Sophia are, when they arrive, easily and unfeasibly dealt with by tying their legs together with twine.<\/p>\n

\"Selina<\/a>

Selina Hastings discussed the friendship of Evelyn Waugh and Nancy Mitford<\/p><\/div>\n

At our conference<\/a>, Selina Hastings spoke at length about Waugh\u2019s mentoring of Mitford<\/a> \u2013 a master and pupil relationship that lasted 15 years. Many of us said they\u2019d go on to read later Mitfords, to see if Waugh\u2019s influence shows in the writing. Mitford seems on the verge of great comic literature in Pigeon Pie \u2013 maybe she just needed a push from an ill-tempered perfectionist.<\/p>\n

See also In Search of Nancy<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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