In Retrospect: Michael Gorra on Shirley Hazzard’s “The Transit of Venus”

by Michael Gorra | Apr-07-2010

The following essay from Balakian winner Michael Gorra, a look back at Shirley Hazzard's 1980 National Book Critics Circle fiction award winner, The Transit of Venus, was first published in Critical Mass’s In Retrospect series. Hazzard’s early novel, The Bay of Noon, is on the shortlist for the Lost Man Booker prize. (You can vote here before April 23.) Hazzard will be interviewed onstage at the 92nd Street Y by NBCC fiction finalist Richard Ford on Friday, April 30 as part of the PEN World Voices Festival.

My first copy of The Transit of Venus was a large blue stiff-spined volume from the Quality Paperback Book Club.  It belonged to my mother, or did until I took it, and took it precisely because it had won this organization’s 1980 award for fiction.  Not that that was enough to make me actually read it—the book sat on my shelves for years, as I graduated from cinder blocks and boards, to Ikea, to built-ins.  Eventually it disappeared.  I must have put it through triage, decided I wasn’t going to read it, and boxed it up with a hundred other used books to make space. I wonder now if something like that didn’t happen to Shirley Hazzard’s reputation in the years that followed her great novel’s publication. Her production throughout the 60s and 70s had been measured, not prolific but steady.  It would, however, be over twenty years before she published another book, her 2001 memoir, Greene on Capri.  It was easy to forget about her; easy, too easy, never to get to know her work at all.  (Though I remember a day in the late 90s, when I was visiting friends at Breadloaf, and the whole place was abuzz with the expectation of her arrival.  So maybe the ignorance was just mine.)  The Great Fire followed quickly, and won both the National Book Award and the Howells Medal of the National Academy of Arts and Letters.  These books made a new generation turn to the old ones, and after reading Greene on Capri I picked up The Bay of Noon.  I am a sucker for stories about Anglos in Italy, and this is one of the best, a novel set  just after the end of the Second World War; read it alongside Norman Lewis’ classic work of reportage, Naples ’44.  Then somebody reminded me about The Transit of Venus.  This time I bought my own copy.

Henry James once wrote that he wanted “to write in such a way that it would be impossible to an outsider to say whether I am, at a given moment, an American writing about England or an Englishman writing about America.”  The Transit of Venus fulfills that ambition—or no, it’s got a different one, that of making such terms seem irrelevant.  It’s set mostly in Britain, in the decades after the war, and follows two Australian-born sisters through their very different lives, their very different experiences of sex and marriage and career. Its social landscape will be familiar to any reader of Lessing or Murdoch or Drabble, and yet it is not an English novel.  Hazzard lacks the concern with gentility—for or against--that marks almost all English writers of her generation. She has the keenest of eyes for the nuances of class, class even in a university laboratory, and yet doesn’t appear to have anything herself at stake in getting it all down. Nor is the book exactly American, despite Hazzard’s long residence in New York.  She has more restraint and less bravado than her American peers and she isn’t nearly so ingratiating.  So when her protagonist, Caroline Bell, moves to Manhattan after her marriage we are made to see it as an outsider.  Her husband’s townhouse sits “in a row of short buildings, faced with purplish stone…To the south, a range of skyscrapers obstructed the late sun as surely as the mountains of the Taygetus bring early dark down to Sparta.  The rooms were not numerous but relatively large, because dividing walls had here and there been removed.”  Sparta alone is enough to put us in our place, but what really hits me about these sentences is the lovely imprecision of that “here and there.”

Though maybe we could explain that quality of estrangement by noting that The Transit of Venus is the work of a displaced Australian, of someone who left that continent in her teens and has made her life elsewhere.  There’s something about Hazzard’s prose, about that eye like an awl and her willingness to reach for grandeur that reminds me of Patrick White; a sense as well of being related to but not quite a part of either Britain or America.  That thought has just come to me this morning, as I began to write these notes, and if true, it must qualify my sense of a narration that seems to proceed from nowhere, unmarked any sense of national origin.   But I’ll stick by it for now.  The Transit of Venus is a novel in English, full stop, and in James’ words “highly civilized” for being a native of no other country.

The paradox is that this very placelessness makes the book a wonderful lens through which to view 20th century British fiction. I put it at the end of a syllabus a few years back, as a way to synthesize a semester’s worth of reading.  Caroline and Grace Bell recalled the pair we’d encountered at the start of the term, the Brangwen sisters of Lawrence’s Women in Love, and so did Hazzard’s evocation of the physical power of desire, a quivering that’s never just that of anatomy.  There was London, the London of Graham Greene and Elizabeth Bowen, and a bit of Doris Lessing too in Caroline’s shying away from the definitions her world wants to place upon her.  And Conrad, maybe Conrad above all both in the shifting perspectives, the indirection, of her narrative and in her sense of the private motives behind every public action.  But it was as if there was a bobble in the camera.  We saw these things, but saw them differently, these things that earlier writers had taken for granted, and that bobble provided a sense of distance, of standing aside or even perhaps outside, that allowed us to measure the changes that the century had made, the changes to Britain and to the genre as well.  My students loved it.

The Transit of Venus has a classic form—a distanced and authoritative narrative voice, a set of characters firmly rooted in social circumstance.  George Eliot would have recognized it as a novel in her own tradition.   I think it would have seemed old-fashioned in 1980, yet today that classicism makes it look both more enduring, and more up-to-date, than the “experimental” work of those years; a novelistic equivalent of Auden’s decision to write sonnets.  My memory of the books that hit me hard becomes inseparable from my memory of the place in which I read them. I can still recall the uncomfortable chair in which I first opened Jane Austen, and with Hazzard I remember the daybed in the Madrid hotel where I started it, cracking my new Penguin and turning off the televised bullfights.  I can see the library of the country inn in Cantabria where, unable to sleep, I finished it one groggy summer dawn.  Which isn’t something I’d recommend--Hazzard’s last pages are so elliptical that on that first encounter I completely missed them.  So you’ve got fair warning—pay attention to the most inconsequential details, and be prepared to read it again.  And now it’s time to turn to the novel’s dispassionate threatening first sentence.  “By nightfall the headlines would be reporting devastation.”  But Shirley Hazzard is talking about the weather—or about the weather also.

2001 Balakian winner Michael Gorra teaches English at Smith College.  His books include The Bells in Their Silence: Travels through Germany and, as editor, The Portable Conrad.


2001 Balakian winner Michael Gorra teaches English at Smith College. His books include The Bells in Their Silence: Travels through Germany and, as editor, The Portable Conrad.



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