‘Savory’ and ‘gritty’ are not two words that typically go hand
in hand describing a novel. One rich and
full and the other edgy and rough, casting through my thoughts trying to
quantify Angela Carter’s magnificent The
Magic Toyshop (1967), I keep returning to the dichotomy, however. A fleshed out experience with detail that
brings the story to life, the novel nevertheless possesses an edge of quotidian
realism that grounds it in something wiser, more fatalistic, and more human for
it.
Gorgeous prose telling a gorgeously dark story, The Magic Toyshop is a few months in the
life of young Melanie. Eldest daughter
to an upper-middle class British family, she and her younger brother and sister
enjoy the comforts of life, even as her parents are not often around. At fifteen, her body, and her thoughts
regarding her physical self, are changing.
But nothing changes her as much as a tragedy that strikes one day. Forced to leave her home and live with an uncle,
Melanie’s youth takes a drastic, unexpected left turn. The uncle, named Philip, is a surly toymaker
and runs a strict, depressing home. Philip
married to an energetic Irish woman named Margaret, however, Melanie finds
solace in the new situation through her aunt’s kindness. It remains uncertain, however what Margaret’s
two brothers, Finn and Francis, have to offer.
A young woman’s sensual/sexual coming of age in mid-20th century
London, The Magic Toyshop is superb
reading. The title a bit tongue-n-cheek,
however, it requires some lateral thinking to relate to the actual story; readers
expecting a light tale of wondrous, playful things in an era of Britain’s past should
check their anticipations at the door.
The dark cloud of Uncle Philip and poverty hanging over the family, the
living conditions are anything but Snow White or Cinderella. Somewhat subversive for the year it was
published, Carter is both blunt and abstract in her rendering of sexuality and
physical development. Along with symbolism,
there is direct representations of Melanie and the experiences and situations
had—her body not a toy.
A novel with all its edges clearly defined yet mysteriously
tangible beyond, The Magic Toyshop is
indication of a writer in full control of their craft. Powerful storytelling, Carter effortlessly
draws the reader into Melanie’s world, and makes them feel and understand her
domestic and personal situation, particularly her attempts to sort the
exigencies out and find her own path.
The novel’s setting is partially dated, and the gender politics are
naturally contentious (what gender politics are not contentious?), nevertheless
this should be required reading for every teenage girl—precisely for the savory
and gritty experience it offers.
I love Angela Carter, although I don't think I've read this one. I will definitely keep an eye out for it, thanks for the review!
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