Review: Doting, by Henry Green

Review: Doting, by Henry Green

by Rich Horton

I discovered Henry Green a couple of decades ago largely because he was a friend of Anthony Powell, one of my favorite writers. I tried his best-known novel, Loving, and liked it a good deal, but it took me a while to continue. A few years ago I read Party Going, and found it astonishing. I have been planning to continue with him for a while, and indeed I started in on Doting, his last novel from 1952, some time back, but then the book somehow disappeared. So this past weekend I made a disciplined search for it, and it turned up in one of the many crates I'd filled with books while we were remodeling during COVID. And I've finally read it. I'm linking to my review of Party Going, which includes much more detail about Henry Green, whose real name was Henry Yorke (1905-1972).

The novel, as with his second to last novel, Nothing (1950), is told almost entirely in dialogue. It opens with Arthur Middleton, his wife Diana, his son Peter, and Annabel Paynter, the daughter of friends, attending a dinner theater, sometime shortly after the war. Arthur and Diana are about 40, Annabel is 19 or so, and Peter about to turn 17, and just about to return to boarding school. The conversation covers the entertainment, the food and drinks, and such things as Annabel, to Peter's displeasure, visiting one the prefects at his school. We also notice Arthur leering a bit at Annabel (getting a glimpse of her breasts when she leans over, for example) ... and it's fairly clear Annabel doesn't mind.

And thus the whirl of the characters begin. Soon Arthur is asking Ann out for "friendly" lunches, and even dinners, and their conversations move in the direction of seduction. Arthur has a confidante -- his and Diana's longtime friend Charles, a widower. And Ann confides with her coworker Claire. Diana gets wind of Arthur's attentions to Annabel, and tries to put a stop to them, at the same time beginning to meet with Charles. It's hinted that the Middletons' marriage is sort of semi-open, but Diana has her limits of toleration -- and so does Arthur, once he senses that something might be going on between his wife and his good friend. Claire joins the carousel -- lunching with Arthur and then with Charles, and happily going to bed with Charles. Annabel and Claire both claim to be atracted to older men. Arthur and Diana maintain that they love each other still, and over time Arthur, a busy civil servant, seems more willing to put aside his work to spend time -- in bed and out -- with Diana. Claire is perhaps just looking for a good time, but Annabel seems to be angling for something more. Charles remains traumatizzed by his wife's death (in childbirth) and his raising his son alone, and seems unwilling to think of marriage. Peter, a minor character really, is clearly a bit too young to be part of all this ... and the novel comes to its conclusion after perhaps a year, with another dinner party as Peter prepares to go to school again the following yeaer.

Described that way the book seems almost a sex comedy, even farce -- but there is no actual adultery -- it seems that Claire and Charles sleep together, and Arthur and Diana, but that's all. There are teases throughout, and plenty of talk of sex, and marriage. There's also the implied background of the recent war. There's the shadow of postwar rationing, and of death. There's the question as to what a single woman should be looking to do with herself. There's a good deal of ambiguous dialogue -- of outright lies and lots of evasions, and coy flirting. We do learn some of the background of the characters. It's at one level a light-seeming novel -- amusing and fast-moving, natural but arch conversation, an erotic frisson (though no real sex scenes.) At another level it's -- not exactly said but almost desperate. There is some happiness for the characters, but it seems thin, parlous. The war is over but the characters are not over it, is some of it; but, too, the men and women are, as ever, trying to learn how to be together. And, as Arthur tells Annabel: "Love must include adoration of course, but if you just dote on a girl you don’t necessarily go so far as to love her. Loving goes deeper." It's not entirely clear that anyone in this novel quite manages the deeper part.