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Poor Mans House
...being the book that showed how thrift can be a vice
In
1906, Stephen Reynolds abandoned his prosperous middle class existence
and went to live in a poor mans house. He became
lodger to a fishermans family on the south-western coast of
England, squeezed into a poky little cottage along with fishing-tackle,
cats, wet socks, oily fish, Bob and Main Woolley and any number
of noisy, grimy-faced children, and recorded his growing admiration
for the fishing families way of life in a sensitive and imaginative
journal.
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Poor Mans House is a compilation of extracts from this journal
Published in 1908, it was raptuously received, even by such celebrated
contemporaries as Conrad, Galsworthy and Bennett The journal was
meant to be the basis of a novel; fortunately, it remained intact
in this highly personal form a hotch-potch of dialogue, rumination,
misspelt postcards sent to him by fishermen, poetry, polemic and
sea-shanties. Its freshness and authenticity allow Reynolds to get
away with a degree of sentimentality and uncritical dogmatism that
would have grated in a more polished form.
Reynolds
purpose was to convey the true quality of the fishing families
lives to a prejudiced middle-class. He argued, for example, that
thrift (a favourite middle-class virtue) becomes a ludicrous concept
when the money that comes into a household is so meagre and so irregular
that any attempt to create savings is laughable. If there were to
be some wonderful windfall, then its rarity would justify spending
it soon: when you are this poor, there is never going to be a time
when you can afford to splash out you have to do it
whenever you can, for your humanitys sake. To be nervously
laying by for the future at all times is to descend to soullessness.
The
openhandedness of lucky fishermen sharing out their catches with
their hungrier fellows on shore taught Reynolds that it wasnt
ignorance but a warmer sense of priorities that governed the apparent
thrift-lessness of the poor, an ability to respond to the human
needs of the moment The fishermen, he decided, were, like the sea,
inwardly large.
Several
episodes in the book illustrate Reynolds distaste for the
meanness of the rich who dare patronise the poor for mismanaging
money, while themselves making the elementary error of putting profit
before human dignity. At the local regatta, for instance, the tourists
offer small prizes to the winners of the boat race; they love to
watch the poor men scramble to win a little loot What they dont
know is that the fishermen always pool the prize money and share
it out between them. The scramble at the finishing post
is a fake: a private arrangement among the poor that preserves their
dignity and dissociates them from the patronage on offer.
How
has this cultural divide between the classes come about? Reynolds
argues that the poor live close to the primal realities of life
birth, death, risk, starvation. The gentlefolk live
on the surface of life, on perpetual holiday; their crises are no
more than dents to their comfort, not threats to their existence.
This
disconnection from hard, external reality is reflected in their
superficial personalities: they live on the level of manners and
masks, out of touch with other people, out of touch with themselves.
Like a compliment paid with cold eyes, their textbook good manners
which pretend to lubricate social intercourse actually reinforce
the barriers between people.
But
the poor cannot avoid reality and they live connected to their real
feelings, which pour out nakedly: the Woolleys shout or weep in
public, swear constantly You danged ol fule!,
but when they show affection you can rely on that, too, springing
from the heart. A gentleman, by contrast, would only invite you
formally to dinner next Friday, never to potluck
tonight if he is feeling extra friendly; and if he
is angry he will conceal his bark but will bite hard enough to make
his teeth meet if he can.
This
view of the situation puts Reynolds in a philosophical dilemma He
doesnt want his beloved fisherfolk to suffer material hardship
for ever: but he is afraid that prosperity would divorce them from
the very qualities that make them so admirable.
Reynolds
does tend to spoil his case by overstating it and perhaps
even to invite the misunderstandings of solemn sociologists half
a century later who looked on the poor as a cultural subspecies
with characteristics like the inability to defer gratification.
But
his sincerity can be in no doubt He passes the final test, which
must be how long he lived like this. He lived with the Woolleys
until he died, aged 38 a brief life but a chosen one. Hed
put into practice his own best piece of advice: Better risk
hell for heaven than lounge about paradise for ever.
Anuradha
Vittachi
A
Poor Mans House
by
Stephen Reynolds (1908)

Oxford University Press (pbk) £2.95

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