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Elizabeth Jolley, Poppy seed and sesame rings (#Review)

June 10, 2018

In her introduction to Learning to dance: Elizabeth Jolley, her life and work, a book that was intended to comprise only non-fiction to create a sort of autobiography, literary agent Carolyn Lurie wrote that Jolley would sometimes “draw so directly on her life” for her stories “that it seemed illuminating to include a small selection of her fiction.” From what I know of Jolley, this seems like a sensible decision.

For example, in “Poppy seed and sesame rings”, the first person narrator says:

I often heard Mother crying in the night. When I called out my father always explained in a soft voice, ‘She is homesick, that is all.’ So I always knew what was the matter.

Compare this with the opening piece in another compilation, Central mischief: Elizabeth Jolley on writing, her past and her self, which contains only non-fiction. The piece is titled “What sins to me unknown dipped me in ink”, and in it Jolley writes that “because of her marriage, my mother was an exile. I remember that her homesickness lasted throughout her life.”

Anna Gibbs, FrictionsHowever, before I discuss the story itself, a little about its background. Jolley, born in 1923, started writing novels and short stories very early in her life. Although her first book wasn’t published until 1976, she’d written her first novel around 1939, and had had short stories published by the 1960s. As far as I can tell from a list of her papers at the University of Western Australia, the story “Poppy seed and sesame rings” was written around 1965, and was initially titled “Pumpernickl, poppy seed and sesame rings”. So, it was an early story, and has been published at least three times, twice in anthologies and once in a collection of her stories, and has also been broadcast on radio:

  • Frictions: an anthology of fiction by women, edited by Anna Gibbs, Alison Tilson (1982) (contains three Jolley stories)
  • The Oxford book of Australian stories, edited by Michael Wilding (1994)
  • Fellow passengers: collected stories: Elizabeth Jolley, 1923-2007 (1997)
  • Read on BBC Radio 4, by Kerrie Fox, 26 Oct 1997

I wonder how many of Jolley’s other stories have had such exposure?

And now, the story. As I said above, it’s clearly autobiographically based, but of course that doesn’t mean that what happens in the story happened in real life. It simply means that the story’s broad outline and main themes draw from Jolley’s experience of being the daughter of an Austrian immigrant mother. In the story, the family, comprising her father, mother, aunt and grandmother, has migrated to the “New Country” from an unidentified Germanic country. In reality, Jolley was born in Birmingham to an English father and an Austrian immigrant mother.

The main theme of the book is the immigrant experience, and particularly the mother’s homesickness. Initially, the mother tries to make it work. She is generous with their shop’s customers in a desire “to be accepted”, and she feels supported by the company of her sister and mother. However, gradually things deteriorate. The sister and mother die; her daughter (our first-person narrator) leaves home for nurse training; she continues to miss her favourite foods like “poppy seed bread and sesame rings”; and the shop struggles to make a living so her help is not needed. Her life becomes a lonely one, spent largely “in the dingy room at the back.” She becomes more set in her old ways and attitudes while the daughter, finding her own way in the world, feels less and less inclined to visit. It’s a common story in migrant families.

There are other things in this story, though, besides these ideas of exile and loneliness, that give it the Jolley imprint. The story starts with the sudden death of the narrator’s aunt while the two are visiting an Art Gallery and Museum. The daughter describes her aunt’s death on the steps of the museum:

I tried to pull her from the step but she only sighed and, making no attempt to get up, she simply leaned forward and died. I ran straight home leaving her there with the pigeons and the coming darkness.

‘Tante Bertl wanted to walk,’ I told them so they did not expect her for a time.

This sort of shocking moral failure – plainly stated, and often never discovered – is not uncommon in Jolley, and reflects her acknowledgement of our darker natures. It’s part of the surprise of her work – and so at odds with her appearance! Such a sweet-looking, unassuming little old lady in a cardigan, she was!

There’s also a hint of lesbian attraction. The daughter brings a friend, Marion, home to cheer up her mother, a “friend” she “hardly knew” and “had chosen … because she looked healthy and very clean and the nearest one to speak to in the hospital administration department.” The visit goes badly, due to the mother’s refusal to be welcoming to the visitor. Afterwards, the daughter finds herself thinking about Marion:

Upstairs I sat at my table and tried to read and write and study but I kept writing Marion’s name everywhere.

I thought about her. I kept thinking about her without being able to do anything about it.

These thoughts cause her to digress from her nursing study to write from her heart “about quiet lakes and deep pools which have no reflection and no memory”, to express the “unknown store-house of feelings” she had found within herself. There’s a double whammy here, it seems – a discovery of attraction and also, perhaps, of the power of writing. No wonder this early story has had several outings.

Read for Lisa’s (ANZLitLovers) Elizabeth Jolley Week.

AWW Badge 2018Elizabeth Jolley
“Poppy seed and sesame rings”
in The Oxford book of Australia short stories (ed. Michael Wilding)
Melbourne: Oxford University Press, 1994
pp. 177-183
ISBN: 9780195536102

15 Comments leave one →
  1. June 11, 2018 3:14 am

    After reading a few Elizabeth Jolley titles, I am interested to read a bio. Some of her books are just odd, and I mean that in a good way. She must have been a very strong minded individual.

    • June 11, 2018 8:46 am

      There are a couple of bios Guy, big for some reason I haven’t read them. I’m concerned that one mighgt be a little hagiography and the other, a more personal one, a bit the other way. Her marriage and family had its complications. I agree… Odd in a good way.

  2. June 11, 2018 3:16 am

    I’ve just reached the end of my first ever experience with Jolley and I loved it so much I am hungry to read more now. So this book is going on to my wish list

    • June 11, 2018 8:48 am

      Hi Karen, so glad you loved her. That was my first reaction. However, don’t put this on your wish list as you won’t easily find it and it’s not your favourite firm … It’s a short story. Which book did you read? Or shall I wait for your review to find out?

  3. June 11, 2018 3:16 pm

    This review of a story in an anthology made me realise that I should check out my own shelves: I’ve discovered that I have ‘Night Runner’ in my Macquarie PEN Anthology of Australian Literature, and if I can just find it, I’ve got another collection somewhere which I bet has a got a Jolley story in it.
    PS I’ve added this link to the Elizabeth Jolley page on my blog. Thank you for your contribution, much appreciated!

    • June 11, 2018 4:59 pm

      I have at least four anthologies with stories by her in them, and I hadn’t looked at the Macquarie PEN one! Night runner was the first of hers that I read, but it was in an anthology called Room to move. It’s a good example of the way she reuses/builds on stories for other stories and novels. (“If you can just find it made me laugh.” Keeping track of anthologies seems particularly tricky doesn’t it.)

      As for contributing, it’s a pleasure. Thanks for the encouragement to read her again. I’ve loved it – only trouble is that it’s made me hungry to read more, right now!!

      • June 11, 2018 7:07 pm

        Well, I hadn’t realised when I first conceived of the week, just how neglected Jolley is. How has this happened? We must resurrect her, so that younger readers don’t miss out!

        • June 11, 2018 7:17 pm

          It’s amazing how quickly these writers are fading. Are we too attracted to the new? Then again, there are so many people wanting to write and be published and read – and we want literature to be kept alive. Where’s the balance? How on earth do we manage it all. I feel quite panicked!

  4. June 12, 2018 6:25 am

    Interesting and insightful commentary. The issue of fiction being autobiographical and blending into non – fiction is an old and interesting topic. It also can get complicated. As you point out, just because something is partially based on an author’s experiences does not mean that it happened exactly as it is portrayed in a story. All this makes fiction all the more interesting.

    • June 12, 2018 8:18 am

      Thanks Brian… And I agree of course with your comment that it makes fiction all the more interesting.

  5. June 12, 2018 7:34 am

    You’re right, Jolley does have a wicked side, and her protagonists don’t get caught up with, well not by the law. (I can remember when poppyseed bread was a treat, a bit exotic).

    • June 12, 2018 8:23 am

      Yes, I love that about her, Bill. It seems edgy, but more than that it makes strong points about human nature. Quite different from what most crime readers like apparently, or so I’ve been told, which is the restoration of order by the wrongdoer being found out.

  6. buriedinprint permalink
    June 25, 2018 10:45 pm

    I like the sounds of this story; it reminds me of Alice Munro’s themes and tone. I’ve checked our reference library and they do have two stories of hers read (on cassette *grins*) but not this one: “Gertrude’s Place” and “My Father’s Moon”. Of the four Jolley books that I’ve been lucky to find at booksales and second-hand shops, one is a collection of stories, but it doesn’t include any of these. However, I’m still looking forward to it a great deal.

    • June 26, 2018 7:59 am

      On cassette! Haha, that’s great, Buried. I have read her novel, My father’s moon. She wrote a lot of short stories. I have an early collection and a later selected edition. She would happily re-use ideas and characters particularly between novels and stories.

      Interesting comment re Munro. I’ve read a bit of Munro and can sense what you men.

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