Resurrected Women: Barbara Pym

Perhaps this moment, now, when all our lives are sequestered, made small, compact, cloistered, perhaps this is the moment to return to Barbara Pym: savor your small pleasures.

Apr 7, 2020

In the 1980’s I spent a lot of time in England where I ran full-tilt, one might say, into books published by Virago Press. Virago, an upstart publisher, made a recent splash with their commitment to women writers, past and present. And what a lot of past there was! So many women writers had vanished not just from the canon, but vanished altogether, their names and books—until Virago started reprinting—lying under a caul of thick obscurity. To come upon these uniform dark green paperbacks with their arresting portraiture, was to be in heaven. I bought them by the armful and shipped home what I could not pack.

At the time I was struck by the parallels in the careers of Barbara Pym, Jean Rhys, and Molly Keane (M. J. Farrell) British authors who had lively, promising starts to their careers, and ….vanished. They failed to publish for about thirty years, only to be “resurrected,” that is rediscovered late in life. Their paths to this rediscovery were very different. Each published new work after she had been “resurrected,” and these new works were accorded all sorts of critical respect.

I was a Visiting Writer at a state university. To share my enthusiasm for these writers, I offered an Independent Study, English 500, called Resurrected Women. I neither got nor expected any further compensation for teaching English 500 which evolved into a sort of weekly book club where six of us shared our responses to the reading. Lots of reading. Four or five novels for each writer.  Mercifully the novels of Barbara Pym and Jean Rhys are short. Molly Keane’s work was more difficult to come by as she was not at all known in the States. We read her last.

We began with Barbara Pym (1913–1980.)

Oxford-educated Barbara Pym published several books in the 1950’s, though by 1963 her publisher deemed her too old fashioned and declined her novel. (Remember that 1963 was the advent of the Beatles and Britain emerging from its wartime pall.) Her other novels fell out of print.  In these years she also worked for the International African Institute in London as an editor.  In 1977 the poet, Phillip Larkin and Lord David Cecil in an article in the Times Literary Supplement both declared her the most under-rated British novelist. Suddenly, ta-da! Her reputation shone, and her  books returned to the public in smart, uniform trade paperbacks. (And to a brand new audience in North America.) She was touted and sought after, accorded respect and royalties that must have felt dazzling after such a long hiatus.  Her 1977 novel, Quartet in Autumn, was nominated for the Man Booker prize. Though she published two more novels, sadly, she hadn’t much time to enjoy her new stardom. She died of cancer in 1980. A book of her diaries A Very Private Eye was published in 1985.

Pym’s novels depict little lives. A dry and tidy world where the characters wear cardigans.

In general, Pym’s novels depict what one might consider to be little lives. Hers is a world of women, educated  gentlewomen of meager means, some married, most single. They live in cramped flats. They have uninspired jobs. To quote T. S. Eliot, they measure out their days in coffee spoons. Their social activities and relationships center around the practices and holidays of the Church of England. That is, the forms of the church, the church calendar. Spiritual life is a given, but not explored. No St. Teresa of Avila in these pages. A dry and tidy world where the characters wear cardigans.

And yet, gentle reader, these books have enormous charm. They have wit, and understated humor. The little lives in these pages are invitational; the dialogue is crisp and confident.  Pym never condescends to her characters. Her tone remains consistent from book to book, and whether married or single, her characters remain consistent as well. With the exception of the title characters in Jane and Prudence, the characters become a collective consciousness, as if, married or single, they are the same character at different stages of her life. (Pym herself never married.)

Rather like Maeve Binchy’s novels, there are no villains in a Barbara Pym book. No cads. No vile seducers. No Bitchy-Two-Shoes, though she does have a number of master manipulators and cunning schemers. She has been compared to Jane Austen, but Pym’s unmarried heroines are not young women seeking husbands. Sex plays no overt role in these novels. There are romances, celibate love affairs, wary kisses exchanged under the college gate in one’s youth. But the women in these novels marry houses; marriage is presented not in terms of passion, but security, and the pleasures of routine. (The unmarried Prudence in Jane and Prudence, visiting her married friend, Jane, complains to herself that her married friends never seem to give their guests a hot water bottle for their beds. Why is that?)

Though the heroines are not dashing, high-spirited unconventional girls, the fact that Barbara Pym creates heroines from these unlikely, cardigan-clad women, makes the novels themselves unconventional.

Pym’s books offer comfort,  like a cup of hot strong tea on a winter day.

Pym’s brief bright moment in the literary sunshine has passed. I’d venture to say she’s not much read these days. But perhaps this moment, now, when all our lives are sequestered, made  compact, cloistered, perhaps this is the moment to return to Barbara Pym. Following the November 2016 election, I scoured the house to find my old Barbara Pym paperbacks, all marked up from when I had taught the class. I reread every one of them. I read them before I tried to sleep. They assure the reader that small pleasures can, and indeed, must be mightily savored. Assurances much needed right now when all our pleasures are small, and all our days are fraught.

Barbara Pym Novels in order of appearance

  • Some Tame Gazelle
  • Excellent Women
  • Jane and Prudence
  • Less than Angels
  • A Glass of Blessings
  • No Fond Return of Love
  • An Unsuitable Attachment
  • The Sweet Dove Died
  • Quartet in Autumn
  • A Few Green Leaves


  1. Marian

    Thanks for reminding me about Barbara Pym. I read Excellent Women sometime in the Seventies and (I think) Quartet in Autumn somewhat later. I don’t think I was ready for them, or the time wasn’t right. Nancy Pearl says you never read the same book twice, so I’ll give them another go.

  2. Cheryl Stritzel McCarthy

    Laura, thanks for this introduction to Barbara Pym. I look forward to reading her. Your invitation here to read her books is most appealing, with your trademark genius for the right detail: the cramped flats, the uninspired jobs, the cardigans.
    How did I forget you were in England in the ’80s? I was there from ’87 – ’91. Rich memories!
    I love your Random Reader piece. Have you read Susan Orlean’s The Library Book yet? Parts of it are luminous, and spark fond thoughts of libraries we’ve loved throughout our lives.

  3. JB

    Laura, I’m so glad you reminded me of Barbara Pym! I first read Quartet in Autumn back in the 70s, too, and loved it. So, I picked up and read most of the others. I have fond memories of Jane and Prudence, as well as Some Tame Gazelle, Excellent Women, and An Unsuitable Attachment. Now that I am running out of books from my local library, I shall burrow through the books in my spare room to find and reread Barbara Pym in order to stave off cabin fever!

  4. Amory Peck

    I can’t remember how I came upon my first Barbara Pym — I’m going to guess it was a used bookstore find. Do know that I was hooked and hurriedly found and read her others. What a charming time of church fetes and jumble sales.

  5. Vicki Broach

    Pym is a wonderful antidote to the present calamity. Less Than Angels is my favorite but I enjoyed re-reading Quartet in Autumn and A Few Green Leaves this year. Paula Byrne, the Jane Austen scholar, is publishing a biography this year.

    • Laura Kalpakian

      That’s good news about the bio! I will look for it. Be well!

  6. linda morrow

    What a genius idea – Random Reader! I loved your introduction to the series and I know many of these titles/authors will be new to me. I am forwarding this to a friend of mine here in Vermont. Michelle and her husband Frank are avid readers and I’m sure will be interested in following your posts.

  7. Janet Oakley

    I really enjoyed your blog post. I’ll have to look her up, cardigans and all.

  8. G. Vorenkamp

    Thank you for reminding me about lovely Barbara Pym, such a cozy and intelligent writer and much needed in these strange days you are so right! . I was able to find large print editions of most of her works for my mum in her later years. She took such joy in revisiting them all , a comforting hot water bottle , filled with old friends and sisters from her very British childhood.

  9. Kristin Czarnecki

    Thank you for this post! I’ve been an ardent Pym fan for many years and spent the summer rereading her novels. There’s much to be mined there. Your readers might also be interested to know there’s a Barbara Pym Society. And, I’m eagerly awaiting the new biography.


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