The Case of the Cluny Browns
I have just finished reading Margery Sharp’s 1946 novel Cluny Brown, which is a remarkably enjoyable comedy of manners somewhat in an Evelyn Waugh/Angela Thirkell mold. I’m not sure if it’s actually a good book or not; as I read, it was filtered through the 1946 movie directed by Ernst Lubitsch and starring Jennifer Jones and Charles Boyer, and that confuses the issue. Trifling details aside (Jones is decidedly not plain-looking, and Boyer is fifteen years too old), the film has a more satisfying narrative arc, with the plot twist that takes up the last twenty pages of the book given better preliminary spadework; it also includes some deftly-orchestrated bits of social satire that are missing from the book, but which ring entirely true to their time and place — so far as this twenty-first-century American can tell, anyway. Much of the best dialogue, however, is repeated verbatim, especially the delicious bedroom talk between Lady Carmel and Betty Cream. (I know, what names. It’s that kind of book.)
Speaking of Ernst Lubitsch, it’s something of a pity that his name isn’t better known; in the 30s and 40s it was a name to conjure with in
Oh, the title. Cluny Brown is the heroine of both stories, a plumber’s niece who, if the movie had been made ten years later, would have been played by Audrey Hepburn with greater distinction but less sex. She’s not so adorable on the page; but the rest of the cast is better served in the book.
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