It is told it 'traditional' style as a third person omniscient past tense narrative; there are moments of authorial intrusion when White becomes didactic.
The message, if there is one, seems to be that we should respect nature while at the same time hunting and eating it. Providing nature doesn't eat you! There is a rather distasteful war against the 'Anthropophagi' who are deformed creatures (straight out of the pages of the Travels of Sir John Mandeville) who are cannibals and seek to eat Dog Boy and Wat; after these monsters have been slaughtered (one by Wart), Kay asks to take home the head of one of them and it becomes a trophy in the castle: this whole episode reads a little like the triumphalism of a colonial war against dehumanised 'savages'. White wrote TSitS in 1938, having retreated from teaching at Stowe to living in a cottage in the woods (perhaps he thought he was Merlin!). Some of the later books in the tetralogy express White's distaste for the Nazi regime and there have been suggestions that White was a pacifist but the war against the Anthropophagi and the hunting episodes don't bear this out. What seems not in doubt is that White was a social conservative who was very much in favour of maintaining the traditional class structures which kept the English aristocracy in power.
My main criticism of the novel is that the hero, Wart, never changes. I think the purpose of his education is that he should develop into the sort of King that Arthur is but he's a nice lad at the start, he's nice in the middle and, despite the way he is treated, he's still nice at the end. As a bildungsroman, TSitS leaves a lot to be desired.
We had a lively discussion about this book in my U3A 'The English novel' group; we watched a BBC interview with the author from 1959 in which T H White came across as a rather angry old man longing for the ways of a previous age. But he had a dreadful childhood, being unwanted and then used as a pawn by his ever-warring parents before being sent to live with grandparents and then sent to boarding school which he hated. If the character of Wart, a parentless boy, reflects the author, he seems to have forgotten the anger and bitterness he showed in a poem he once wrote.
Our discussion was complicated by the fact that there are two versions of TSitS. Most of us had the original, 1938 version, most often sold nowadays as a stand-alone, but some of us had read the 1948 version which was revised in order to fit in with the Once and Future King tetralogy. There are aspects of this later version, such as its message bewailing the futility of war and promoting internationalism, that simply don't appear in the original. Mostly I learned that THW wanted us to return to a benevolent feudal system with strong predetermined classes , overseen by a kindly patriarch. This was born out by the interview.
Selected quotes:
- "Oh, my own random, wicked little lamb." (Ch IV): Wart's nursemaid seems to have inherited the persona of Nanny Slagg in Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake.
- "He had the glee of the porpoise then, pouring and leaping through strange seas." (Ch V)
- "A face which had been ravaged by all the passions of an absolute monarch, by cruelty, sorrow, age, pride, selfishness, loneliness and thoughts too strong for individual brains." (Ch V)
- "Love is a trick played on us by the forces of evolution." (Ch V)
- "He did say it, pushing the words out as if he were breathing against water." (Ch VI)
- "I believe Sir Ector would have been glad to get a by-our-lady tilting blue for your tutor, that swings himself along on his knuckles like an anthropoid ape." (Ch VII) The traditional academic's dismissal of sporting types.
- "It just goes on to the end, you know, and then stops - as Legends do." (Ch XIII)
- "Each realised how beautiful life was, which a reeking tusk might, in a few seconds, rape away from one or another of them if things went wrong." (Ch XVI) The justification for boar hunting: that it gives an adrenaline rush; that you are never so alive as when you are risking your life.
September 2023; 286 pages
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