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Robyn Cadwallader, The anchoress (Review)

August 20, 2016

Robyn Cadwallader, The anchoressLet me start by saying that I’m not a big reader of historical fiction, and particularly not of non-Australian historical fiction, so to read a novel set in mediaeval times is quite a departure for me. However, I did want to read Robyn Cadwallader’s The anchoress for a number of reasons. Not only is Cadwallader an Australian writer living in the outskirts of my city, but we did meet a couple of years ago for a lovely lunch when she was in the throes of negotiating the publication of this book in three countries! And, besides this, the topic was so intriguing. I’m not a mediaevalist and had never heard of anchoresses and anchorholds before. It’s taken me sometime to get to it, but I finally have.

Now, one of the reasons I don’t jump to historical fiction is that I’ve tended to see it in terms of bodice-rippers and romances, and these don’t really interest me. But, The anchoress is not such a story. I don’t read back cover blurbs before I read books but towards the end of this book, as I was trying to guess where it might be going, I did look at the back, not because I wanted to know the end – because I didn’t – but because I was intrigued about how this book that was teasing me was marketed. The last sentence of the blurb is that the book is “both quietly heartbreaking and thrillingly unpredictable”. This reassured me that it wasn’t likely to go where a “genre” novel would probably go. Does that make sense?

Anchorites' cell, Skipton

Anchorite’s cell, Holy Trinity Church, Skipton, UK (Courtesy: Immanuel Giel, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons)

So, the plot. It tells the story of Sarah, a young 17-year-old girl who, after some traumatic experiences including the death of a loved sister in childbirth, asks to be enclosed as an anchoress. This means she agrees to spend the rest of her life in a small stone cell, essentially “dead to the world”, tended to by a maid through a window in the wall and visited by a priest who will provide guidance and take her confession. Her support is paid for by a patron, the local Lord. She is given a Rule book as her guide, and is expected to provide advice to village women. Sarah’s story is told first person but, interspersed with hers – in shorter third person chapters – is the story of young, inexperienced Father Ranaulf, her priest-advisor-confessor. And so the stage is set for – well, we don’t quite know what.

As the story progresses, all sorts of narrative possibilities present themselves. Will she stay (like Sister Agnes) or leave (like Sister Isabella)? How will her relationship with Father Ranaulf develop? And why did Sarah really decide on this rather extreme course for her life (because, of course, there is a reason)? These all have the potential for melodrama or cliche, but Cadwallader keeps it grounded. There is drama – a fire – but even it is downplayed in the service of Cadwallader’s bigger themes rather than generating page-turning excitement.

However, it’s not plot that draws me in my reading, but character, themes and language. And here the main characters are well-drawn. The story takes place over the period of a year or so. At the beginning Sarah is an idealistic young anchoress, keen to do it right. She takes seriously her decision with the uncompromising enthusiasm typical of a young person, and so is determined to be disciplined. She allows herself no pleasure, not even some tasty food donated by the villagers, despite advice that this level of self-denial is not expected, and moves into self-flagellation. Over the course of the novel she comes to a more realistic understanding of what being “holy” might mean, and of what she needs to survive her chosen role. Father Ranaulf is also young and inexperienced, which results, initially, in stiff, black-and-white responses to Sarah. Over time, he too comes to a more humane understanding of her and of his role as her advisor. I’m almost tempted to call it a mediaeval coming-of-age story as these two young people come to a maturer world view. Anyhow, it’s nicely and realistically done.

There are other characters of course – Sarah’s maids, villagers who visit Sarah, various priests, and Sarah’s patron and local Lord, the somewhat cliched Sir Thomas. These are less rounded but they enrich the picture Cadwallader paints of mediaeval life, and contribute to the story-line.

“Body without a body”

“True anchoresses”, Sarah reads in her Rule, “are like birds, for they leave the earth – that is, the love of all that is worldly – and … fly upwards towards heaven”. Birds are a recurring motif in the novel, starting with a symbolic bird, the jongleur whom Sarah calls Swallow. “An acrobat”, she says in the opening paragraph of the novel, “is not a bird, but it is the closest a person can come to being free in the air. The nearest to an angel’s gift of flying”. For Sarah, being enclosed was her way of emulating Swallow, of leaping into the air, of being a “body without a body”. She yearns to be free of her body, to leave the senses behind, but the more she tries to escape them, the more they make themselves known. Her challenge is to reconcile this dichotomy, this need to deny the senses while still very much having them, this being, theoretically, dead to the world, while very much alive.

Tied up with Sarah’s challenge is the wider story of mediaeval life and values. Cadwallader conveys life at the times, mostly through the people who visit Sarah. Life, we discover, if we didn’t already know it, is hard for women. We meet women who are abused and assaulted, and we realise that their rights are few in a society which sees women as “lustful and tempting”. Father Ranaulf tell Sarah that:

It is man who is mind and soul, woman who is body.

Wise Father Peter allows women some advance on this when he tells Father Ranaulf that holy women can develop manly souls and “almost become a man”! But it is Sarah who really confronts Renaulf, and forces him to a more empathetic understanding of her (and, by extension, of other women).

Life is also hard for the poor, as Cadwallader tells through the villagers’ lack of power in the face of the Lord’s control over the land they work. And life is a challenge too for church-men, who have to manage villagers and lords while earning money to survive. Father Ranaulf wants to make beautiful books but must “produce an income”, not to mention advise an intelligent young woman who won’t accept his platitudes and thoughtless “rules”!

So, The anchoress is an engaging story. It’s about a time long distant, thus satisfying our historical curiosity, and it’s about power in gender and class, that still resonates today. But, above all, it is about human beings, about how we read or misread each other, about how (or if) we rise to the hard challenges, and about whether or not we accept a duty of care to those who come into our lives. An enjoyable read.

awwchallenge2016Robyn Cadwallader
The anchoress
Sydney: Fourth Estate, 2015
314pp.
ISBN: 9780732299217

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  1. August 20, 2016 11:57 pm

    I really enjoyed this novel, too, and for the same reasons—it’s not clichéd at all, and I had no idea what an anchoress was. My biggest criticism was the dialogue—I would have liked it to be more medieval-like. I know it’s hard to know how they spoke, but that was just my personal opinion. On the whole, though, it was otherwise faultlessly researched. Thanks for this summary, Sue. 🙂

    • August 21, 2016 9:01 am

      Fair point Louise. I think like some other historical fiction writers she probably decided to go for vocabulary rather than for expression to give authenticity. I wondered about it once or twice, but felt she probably made the right call. I can have an issue about the whole first person thing, particularly in historical fiction, but I felt Cadwallader managed it, partly by having the third person Ranaulf. His chapters offered good relief I think.

  2. August 21, 2016 3:52 am

    I have never heard of anchoresses either, Sue. Who in the world would ever came up with that idea? It’s positively . . . medieval. I always thought the Inquisition as the reason for that phrase, but now I know better. 🙂

  3. Meg permalink
    August 21, 2016 7:06 am

    A great review, Sue. I do like historical fiction, and this was a good and interesting read.

  4. maamej permalink
    August 21, 2016 7:43 am

    I heard about this in radio a few months ago, & had forgotten until I saw your review. It sounds like an interesting read, I will look out for it.

    • August 21, 2016 9:04 am

      Do Maamej, it’s a good read. It’s hard to remember all the books you hear about and think sound good isn’t it? Every one and then I start up little systems, but then don’t maintain them.

      • maamej permalink
        August 21, 2016 9:22 am

        I usually rely on Goodreads for keeping track – they have a scanning app so if I see a book I can scan the bar code, and if I hear of one I add it – but I think I was in the car when I heard about The Anchoress – I think it was part of an interview with the author – and promptly forgot when I left the car, so your review was a lovely reminder.

        • August 21, 2016 9:40 am

          Yes, that happens to me a lot too … Doing something else, driving, gardening, when I hear. But, that GoodReads app seems too dangerous (and depressing) for me. It would just make me feel too overwhelmed!

        • maamej permalink
          August 21, 2016 9:45 am

          Hope you find a better system then 🙂 I guess books will always resurface if they are good enough.

        • August 21, 2016 12:57 pm

          Yes, I think you’re right. As for systems, I think I’ll just stick with my adhoc one at the moment – the physical pile which threatens to overwhelm and the uncertain memory!!

  5. August 22, 2016 8:31 am

    Thanks so much, Sue. Thoughtful and thorough as usual. I’m glad you enjoyed it. And lunch again, once the weather improves?

    • August 22, 2016 8:43 am

      Thanks Robyn, I enjoyed it – such a fascinating topic for a start … Lunch again in nice weather would be lovely.

  6. buriedinprint permalink
    August 23, 2016 2:32 am

    There are so many reasons why this one would climb over your reluctance for the genre, and I’m glad to hear that you enjoyed it. I’m not immediately drawn to historical fiction either, which is rather odd, given that all the women in my family, when I was growing up, devoured it devotedly. Yet, as you point out, there are some very good works in the field, and it’s a good thing we occasionally stretch into less-commonly-travelled reading terrain.

    • August 23, 2016 8:07 am

      Thanks Buried. Yes, I agree it’s good to stretch ourselves into other territories.

      I was thinking about your comment regarding the women in your family. My grandmother loved historical fiction too. I’m sure it’s about escape into other worlds. Even though they have their dramas they are remote enough not to feel “real” whereas the dramas of contemporary fiction are perhaps too real?

  7. August 24, 2016 6:37 am

    I’ve heard about anchoresses before and find the whole idea strangely fascinating. Why would anyone want to do something like that? But then I figured it was probably for reasons similar to why women so long ago would prefer going into a nunnery. What an interesting idea to tell a story around. Sounds like it is well done. And very cool you had lunch with the author a few years ago! The cover of the book is gorgeous!

    • August 24, 2016 2:12 pm

      Yes, those sorts of reasons, I think, Stefanie, but oh dear, it does seem like death in life. A very interesting read. And yes, it’s a beautiful cover I agree.

      • ian darling permalink
        August 24, 2016 7:16 pm

        Historical fiction is a SOSFG (sort of sometimes favourite genre). From Walter Scott to Hilary Mantel you can see the massive opportunities for novelists. This one sounds like an opportunity for the reader to explore the mentalities of medieval people. I wonder if it works?

        • August 24, 2016 7:45 pm

          Yes, good question Ian. hard to tell, but it explores what we 21st Century people would think they thought. Cadwallader is a mediaeval expert so knows the life of the times, but I’m not sure – are you – that we could ever really get into the mentalities of people so far distant. However, with that proviso, I thought it rang pretty true given what I know about human nature!

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