BOOK: Frédéric de Janzé, "Tarred With the Same Brush"

Frédéric de Janzé: Tarred With the Same Brush. London: Duckworth, 1929. 193 pp. (The book doesn't mention his name; it just says “Le Comte de Janzé”.) Now also on Project Gutenberg Australia.

This book is a kind of sequel to Vertical Land, which I read a few years ago (see my post about it from back then; it also includes more about the author's background and how I got to know about him in the first place). Just like Vertical Land, it is inspired by the author's experiences while living among the wealthy British settlers in 1920s Kenya.

After my big disappointment with Vertical Land, I naturally approached this next book with considerably reduced expectations, and almost out of a sense of duty and completism rather than pleasure — I expected merely another boring slog and just wanted to finish the job, so to speak, and prepare an e-text of his second book so that both will be freely available to everyone.

Thus I was extremely pleasantly surprised by how much more I enjoyed reading this book than I did Vertical Land! I can safely say that at least 50% of Tarred With the Same Brush made for very pleasant reading, and the rest was at least tolerable; overall I liked it a lot better than Vertical Land.

Perhaps it's because the style of Tarred is less vague, and is much of the time closer to something like normal storytelling than the extremely hazy impressionism of Vertical Land. I suppose that some of that haziness was due to the fact that many of his tales were inspired by real people and real events, and he had to make things vague to avoid causing offence. But here in Tarred With the Same Brush, he used a somewhat different approach by reworking his material into a more conventional fictional narrative, and the result is much more pleasant to read. (And I guess that for the right sort of reader, of which I am not one, Tarred still has a lot of connection to real people and events, as you can see e.g. from the way it's quoted in Errol Trzebinski's book about the murder of Lord Erroll.)

That is not to say that the style of Tarred is completely different than that of Vertical Land, of course; it's still somewhat aloof and sparing with the details, and another thing that contributes to a feeling of vagueness are the ellipses — I don't think I've ever seen a book with as many ellipses as this one.

In any case, I suppose one has to be careful before making any sort of inferences from the tales in this book to the lives of real people. Judging by the contents of these books, the wealthy white settlers in Kenya didn't have anything much to do besides going on safaris, sleeping with each other's wives and then getting divorced and/or committing murder in fits of jealousy. This makes for entertaining reading, but one would hope that things were a bit better than that in reality.

Incidentally, de Janzé includes a sort of disclaimer in the introduction (p. 12), though I'm somewhat skeptical if we were meant to take it seriously: “These stories have naught to do with any living humans [. . .] go your way, untrue stories of mine.” Later he includes a sketch of a man who complains about the “damned foreigner” who “put me in his book” (p. 183), and one of a different man who complains about not being mentioned in Vertical Land (pp. 187–8).

The first half or so of Tarred consists of short stories told by a group of people on a safari trip, embedded in a framework that I guess was inspired by the Decameron. This was my favorite part of the book, and most of these stories were quite enjoyable to read. Most of them have some drama — people cheating on their spouses, trying to get married for money, trying to kill their rivals and the like. There's often a bit of a twist ending, and they don't even all take place in Kenya; one of the stories involves smuggling alcohol in prohibition-era America.

The second half of the book consists of shorter sketches that are perhaps more similar to Vertical Land than the first half. (In fact at the very end there's a section of extremely short and extremely vague character portraits exactly like those at the end of Vertical Land.) I didn't enjoy this part of the book as much as the first half, but some of these shorter stories were still pleasant. Most of them are told from the perspective of the same first-person narrator, nicknamed Tiny, who also told one of the stories in the first half of the book; I liked this approach as it makes the book feel a bit more coherent than Vertical Land did. Many of these stories are about animals, for which Tiny has a great fondness. He seems to live with a woman named Delecia (p. 141ff.), and incidentally the book is also dedicated to a Delecia (p. 5), so I'm wondering if this part of the book was partly based on the experiences of some real people whom de Janzé knew well.

There's a very touching tale in which the narrator adopts a lion cub whose mother had been shot by hunters; the lion becomes a cherished pet even after it grows up, but eventually the owner has to move back to Europe and leave the lion behind. By an amazing coincidence, he encounters the lion again a couple of years later, as the poor animal has been sold to a circus, where it is being treated badly. The story has a sad ending and also includes a touching and impassioned plea against the abuse of animals for entertainment. That struck me as a very decently progressive sentiment for 1929, and I was also pleasantly surprised by it because in the rest of the book the writer doesn't exactly come across as a bleeding-heart humanitarian in the way he treats his human characters. (In the introduction, he deplores hunting even while he admits he'd done plenty of it himself; and he adds a sentiment that is not often seen outside the most radical animal-rights circles: “Why should laws prevent you from going hunting another man with a gun when it lets you massacre the innocent?” P. 9.) In fact the author's fondness of animals is a recurring theme in this book.

Miscellaneous

He now refers to coconuts as coco-nuts, which is a considerable improvement from the cocoanuts which we saw in Vertical Land.

“Norma went back to her motherland to stagger the play-goers by her acting on the stage and the morning papers by her acting in her home.” (P. 46.)

Here's a very funny passage from p. 81, which evokes wonderfully the stereotype of the overfed British aristocrats and colonialists: “these people who, when they live past the days when they can get killed out hunting, terminate their useless careers with a stroke after too good a luncheon or in some home for arterial over-pressures.”

And here's one from pp. 121–2, in which a guest after a long and drunken party wakes up to find a lion in his bed: “The eldest souse of us all was sitting up in bed wildly gesticulating and asking us to hold him down as he was seeing things—that a lion was in bed with him and that the last time it had only been lizards and biting fishes, but this time it was lions and he could feel it too, and would we shoot him quick.”

In the copy of the book I've got, there is a pencilled inscription on the front free endpaper, which suggests that some previous owner of the book did a bit of genealogical research about de Janzé; it says: “Vicomtesse de Janzé, great-granddaughter of Mrs. Jordan & William IV / Comte de Janzé's mother? or grandmother? / C. de J., husband of Alice Silverthorne, whose Wanjohi farm was our home in Kenya.”

Sic transit gloria mundi?

There's an interesting passage on pp. 38–9, listing the contents of a rich woman's investment portfolio. “General motors, American Tel. and Tel.—St. Gobain—Suez—Wagon-lits. . . . Deutsche Algemeine Elek­trische Gesellschaft—Siemmens . . . and nearer home . . . B.S.A.; Shell Trans.; Daily Sketch Deb.; Guinness . . . and others.”

So those, I guess, were considered to be big and important companies of the day, solid and reliable investments. Naturally I was curious about where they are now, so I did a bit of searching on the wikipedia:

• General Motors is, of course, still around and still important;
• AT&T is also still around and still important, but the monopoly position it used to enjoy as a telephone provider is long gone.
• St. Gobain, of which I never heard before, is apparently also still around and still a big corporation, producing building materials.
• “Suez” probably refers to the Suez Canal Company, which managed the canal until it was nationalized by the Egyptian government in 1956. The canal is now managed by an Egyptian agency (Suez Canal Authority), but the Suez Canal Company still exists in some form, as part of an electric utility company.
• The Compagnie internationale des wagons-lits, known for operating trains with sleeping cars, went into decline after the WW2 and apparently now exists as part of another company called Newrest.
• The Allgemeine Elektricitäts-Gesellschaft, a manufacturer of electrical equipment, disappeared over several mergers in the second half of the 20th century. The AEG brand name is now used by various manufacturers of household applicances.
• The British South Africa Company mostly came to an end with the 1960s due to decolonization, though apparently it formally “still exists, and is registered as a non-trading business”.
• The “Shell” Transport and Trading Company was one half of the Shell group throughout the 20th century, the other helf being called Royal Dutch Petroleum Company. Both were finally merged for good in 2005, forming a company called Royal Dutch Shell.

• The Daily Sketch was a British tabloid which merged into the Daily Mail in 1971. “Deb.” probably stands for debentures, a kind of bonds.
• Guinness still exists and makes beer, but is now a part of Diageo, a multinational alcoholic beverages company.

Overall, I was pleasantly surprised by the results. Despite various economic crises, a world war, and numerous other changes, about half of the companies in that 1929 portfolio are still around and apparently doing reasonably well. I wonder what an equivalent present-day portfolio would be like, and what it would then look like in 2100.

E-text

Both Vertical Land and Tarred With the Same Brush seem to be relatively rare books, the latter one even more so; I often looked for it on abebooks.com and it took a long time before a copy showed up for sale. I ended up paying £150 for it, which felt a bit horrible as I don't think I've ever spent that much on a single book, not to mention how little text there is in it.

But on the positive side, buying the book enabled me to prepare an e-text of it, just like I did for Vertical Land a few years ago, so that anyone can now read it at no cost. The author died in 1933, so the copyright on his books has expired in many parts of the world. You can now get an e-text of Tarred With the Same Brush from Project Gutenberg Australia (direct link: HTML, plain text).

ToRead:

• Paul Spicer: The Temptress (2011). A recent biography of Alice de Janzé, an American socialite who was married to Frédéric during the 1920s and lived with him in Kenya.
• Frances Osborne: The Bolter (2008). A biography of Idina Sackville, another notorious member of the same milieu that inspired de Janzé's books. (Is it wrong that I think of hobbits every time I see that surname? :P)

BOOK: Frédéric de Janzé, "Vertical Land"

Frédéric de Janzé: Vertical Land. London: Duckworth, 1928. 156 pp. (Incidentally, the book doesn't mention his name; it just says “Le Comte de Janzé”.)

Introduction

I first heard of this book a couple of years ago, when I was reading two books about the 1941 murder of Lord Erroll in Kenya: White Mischief by James Fox, and The Life and Death of Lord Erroll by Errol Trzebinski; see my post about these books from back then. Erroll had been one of the notable members of the somewhat dissolute community of wealthy British settlers centered in the Wanjohi Valley, a.k.a. Happy Valley, in central Kenya. De Janzé was also a part of this community for a while in the 1920s, and this book, Vertical Land, consists of his impressions from the time he'd spent there.

I couldn't find terribly much information about him on the web; the Wikipedia has a nice article about his wife, Alice, which also contains some information about Frédéric. Apparently they had a daugher named Nolwen (link 1, link 2). Frédéric was apparently also a noted racing driver during the 1920s; see this forum thread for more information about his racing career. Apart from that, he had literary pretensions; “[h]e had moved in literary circles in Paris, keeping company with people like Maurice Barrès, Proust and Anna de Noailles” (Trzebinski p. 80).

My disappointment

Fox cites a few passages from Vertical Land (pp. 25, 32–3); they seem interesting enough. I enjoyed both Fox's and Trzebinski's books greatly, and I found the Happy Vally set a fairly exciting subject, so I was really looking forward to reading Vertical Land.

Alas, I don't remember the last time I was so disappointed by a book. Thank goodness that it's relatively short; about 150 pages, the type generously large, the page size closer to a modern trade paperback than to a traditional octavo hardcover; and two pages are wasted at the beginning of each chapter, the first for the title and the second being empty. All of this, in short, shows that there really isn't that much text here. If the book had been interesting, it wouldn't be difficult to read it at a single sitting. But I found it terribly, terribly boring; I couldn't put up with it for more than one or two chapters at a time. All in all it took me almost a whole week to finish it.

The only other comparably painful reading experience that comes into my mind at the moment is when I had to read The Sorrows of Young Werther in secondary school; I think I was probably a bit too young for that book at the time, and I have reason to believe that if I had attempted to read it again at some later point, I might even enjoy it. In fact I still intend to re-read it some day. But anyway, at the time it was a real ordeal for me; the novel itself (excluding the translator's foreword and other such crud) was only about 150 pages long, and the only way I could stomach it was by reading about ten pages a day over a course of approximately two weeks. Needless to say, there isn't very much point in reading a book in this way :-)

The style

But to return to Vertical Land. I must admit that the style of writing in this book is interesting, and could even be enjoyable if taken in very small doses. Perhaps that's why all those brief extracts cited by Fox made such a good impression on me. You can see right away that de Janzé has some literary pretensions, that this is not just a plain ordinary memoir. I must also admit that, from the style of writing itself, it would never occur to me that the author is a Frenchman rather than a native speaker of English; the author is certainly to be commended for that, and I think it's always impressive if someone manages to produce literature in a foreign language. (Interestingly, he says on p. 26: “My French is rusty, been moulting since 1918”.)

The book is divided into several chapters, but each chapter is then subdivided into a number of quite short sections (each with a title of its own), some of which are just one or two pages long. Sometimes the paragraphs and even the sentences are so short that the text appears almost like a poem in prose, rather than as plain old ordinary prose. Each section is a story, impression, or anecdote of its own, which, given their short length, means that these are really just sketches in the barest sense of the word; the style is languorous and aloof, the author deliberately refuses to provide us with more context, to tell any story in a proper way as a storyteller of the traditional type — e.g. a 19th-century writer — would have done, taking the trouble to introduce the reader to the subject and to lead him through the narrative in such a way that he actually has a chance to keep track of what's going on, where the story is coming from and where it is going to.

There is none of that here; it's a book from the age of modernism after all. It reminds me somewhat of (what I imagine of) modernist interior design: everything is very rectangular, as bare and empty as possible — and horribly dull. Here in this book I had a similar impression that the style of writing is very spare; while one reads a book, there ought to be pictures forming in one's head of what's going on in the story, but here there was nothing of this sort; instead of clear pictures, there was in my head only an unclear, nebulous haze. I often had a similar impression to the one I already described in my rant about D. H. Lawrence's modernist travel writing: the individual words are familiar enough, but when I read them, they should coagulate into something that I could then think of as the meaning of this passage — but, alas, they don't. Damned modernists.

Now I went back to Trzebinski's book and noticed that she cites Vertical Land (as well as de Janzé's second book, Tarred with the Same Brush), several times, e.g. in her chapter 5, and from those mentions it seems clear that many incidents in Vertical Land are observations of real events from the lives of de Janzé and various acquaintances; and that these participants are real people that can be identified by someone who knows enough context. But not by me; when reading de Janzé's book, it all went right over my head. I learned more about the sort of life that de Janzé and his friends lived in Kenya from chapter 5 of Trzebinski's book than from the whole Vertical Land. Don't get me wrong; I'm not blaming de Janzé for this — I blame myself for not being able to understand his book better. Maybe it's the style; maybe it's the lack of context; or maybe I'm simply a careless reader. Maybe it's my aversion to modernism. Maybe it's because I read this book late at night, when I was already sleepy. Anyway, I really wanted to enjoy this book; but I couldn't, I just couldn't.

Perhaps another reason for the spareness of de Janzé's narrative style is that he didn't want the people involved in his anecdotes to be too easily recognized by everyone; they might be offended by being thus made the subject of a book. The most obvious example of this is the last chapter, ‘They’, which consists of a number of really short sketches of various real people that de Janzé knew or encountered in Kenya. “If someone thinks they recognise themselves or others, let them be lenient towards an author who has given only impressions—impressions lasting a second, then passed for ever.” (P. 139.) Fox mentions that he saw a copy of Vertical Land in which de Janzé added the names of these people in the margins, and from the passages cited by Fox some of these people can also be identified (Fox pp. 32–3, 41, 174). We are familiar with the concept of a roman à clef — maybe Vertical Land could be called memoirs à clef. But a good roman à clef should be enjoyable reading even for those who don't possess the key; unfortunately I cannot say this of Vertical Land. If the author had set himself as a goal to write a book that tells as little as possible to those unfamiliar with the people and events described, he could scarcely have done a better job than this.

Heck, I didn't even notice where the motivation for the term ‘vertical land’ comes from. Perhaps it isn't explained in the book at all, but more likely it is and I just nodded straight through it (I really was quite sleepy). The only similar thing I found was “the land of the Vertical Sun”, p. 131. Anyway, the explanation of ‘vertical land’ is in Trzebinski p. 66: “The cedar-clad forest ridge which ran along the [Wanjohi] valley, dubbed by Frédéric de Janzé ‘the vertical land’, dwarfed everything below, and this haunt of elephant and buffalo lent grandeur to the simplicity of daily existence.” There's a photo of this location on plate 11 of Trzebinski's book (and a photo of de Janzé himself on plate 17).

Miscellaneous

He mentions Lord Cranworth's book, Profit and Sport in British East Africa (p. 36; “that tabloid monument”, p. 33). I remember this book because of this hilarious passage in Lawrence James' Rise and Fall of the British Empire: “Lady Cranworth [who contributed a chapter to her husband's book], counselling the new settler's wife, strongly recommended regular inspections of the kitchen, a disagreeable chore which invariably ended with ‘a feeling of soreness on the part, the posterior part, of the cook’.” (Ch. 8, p. 295.)

An interesting parallel between warpaint and the fancy evening attire of the modern world: “I stagger to the bar; everyone is there in full war paint.” (P. 42.)

Both Fox and Trzebinski often mention the antagonism between the white settlers in Kenya and the British colonial administration there. Echoes of this can also be seen here in Vertical Land, pp. 46–7.

There's a very interesting section, titled ‘Voodoo’, on pp. 93–6. The author joins a group of policemen who interrupt some kind of native ritual as lurid as something straight out of some B-movie: night, a big fire, frantic drum music, human sacrifice — it's got it all. “The golden figure twists and whirls. Above the wailing chant, above the crooning of the tom-toms we catch the clicking rhythm of the golden plates. Always faster and faster, till with a crash it stops.” (P. 95.) The native priest in a golden robe pulls out a knife and is about to stab a girl that (I guess) had been kidnapped for the purpose; the police shoot him, but apparently he manages to stab her in his fall: “There, dead, lies one of our dearest friends, beautiful in the glory of her youth, her golden hair. African born and bred, what witchcraft has wrought this?/ Thank God she's dead.” (P. 96.) This, incidentally, is also a nice example of how the author deliberately withholds information from us — information that could help us understand the events better, but he prefers to keep things mysterious. Shame on him.

He mentions a curious phrase on p. 122: “all their female relations having a little Kilkenny argument over the dainty morsels thrown them by their lords and masters”. I can't find any mentions of “Kilkenny argument” as a special phrase on the web. Maybe it's an allusion to Kilkenny cats, of which I now heard for the first time.

One chapter is titled ‘In memory of the 5th K.A.R.’. At some point the soldiers capture a number of “Havashi raiders” (p. 133). “The sergeant spits indignantly towards these renegades, forgetting his own slight lapse ten years ago when he lead a galloping rush against British horse, during his leave back in Somaliland. The commandant, smiling, remembers the look of horror on the sergeant's face when he was brought before him: ‘Effendi, is our regiment here?’ ‘No, Mohammed, but it is well that I am here to see that thy neck should not be stretched. What have I taught thee? That troops in formation cannot be broken by a rabble charge.’ ‘Oh, Effendi, these pigs would not wait though I have drilled them for the past week.’ ‘Dismissed, thou shalt have two hours more drill each day when we get back.’ ‘Inchallah, Effendi.’ ” (Pp. 135–6.)

“We all know now why they can't play bridge. She believes that hearts are always trumps, he that spade work is necessary.” (P. 149.)

Of the sketches of people in the last chapter, my favourite is ‘The Sun’ (pp. 143–4), about a man who had gone native. “Thirty years of this land, thirty years of fever and chattering have deformed his mind, broken his will: [. . .] you notice that he stands hatless by your side in the midday sun./ He does not feel the sun any more!”

From another sketch: “What can we say better than ‘Much will be forgiven her, she has nice ankles.’ ” (P. 152.) I suppose he must be joking — maybe 50 years earlier Victorian men really could have been turned on by the sight of a mere ankle, but surely de Janzé's milieu was a bit more liberated than that?

Interestingly, he consistently uses the spelling “cocoanut” instead of “coconut” (e.g. p. 155).

Incidentally, this book seems fairly scarce. The first time I looked for it, I didn't find any copies on abebooks.com, but I did find one on a bookseller's website: they wanted £90 for a copy “[r]ecently rebound in dark brown leather lettered gilt with marbled boards and new endpapers”. This is, of course, too expensive for me, so I decided to wait until some cheaper copy turns up. Only recently did it occur to me to set up a want for it on abebooks.com; not long afterwards, a copy turned up on abe, costing €60 for a very good copy whose only fault was that the spine had fallen off (for no obvious reason). This is less than half the price of the first one, which suggests that the first one was so expensive mainly because someone had taken the trouble to rebind it in leather. Anyway, I figured that this is perhaps a reasonable enough price after all, or at least that I might have to wait a long time before another copy appears, and who knows whether it would be cheaper or not; so I bought it. Now that I got the book, I noticed, on the inner side of the front cover of this copy, a crossed-out pencilled price of $150; I guess this is what it was at some point offered for, probably before the spine fell off.

ToRead:

• De Janzé wrote another book, Tarred with the Same Brush, also published by Duckworth (in 1929; 191 pp.). The title sounds intriguing, although I'm afraid that it might turn out to be just as boring as Vertical Land. At any rate, it seems to be just as scarce, and I have no idea how much a copy might cost if/when it turns up. Maybe it will be beyond my budget anyway (that would be good — at least I wouldn't be tempted to buy it) :-)

  Fox doesn't seem to mention Tarred with the Same Brush, but Trzebinski does; I must have either overlooked these mentions when reading her book, or I must have forgotten about them later.

  (Update: I recently got this book and read it as well; see my post about it.)

• Another book mentioned by Fox (p. 33): Remote People: A report from Ethiopia and British Africa by Evelyn Waugh (Duckworth, 1931). Apparently Waugh had been not only to Ethiopia but to Kenya as well; Fox cites his description of an encounter with Raymond Trafford (Alice de Janzé's next husband, after she divorced Frédéric).

• Elsbeth Huxley: White Man's Country. Mentioned by Trzebinski, p. 322.

• Elsbeth Huxley: Out in the Midday Sun (1985). Mentioned by Trzebinski, p. 322.

• Nicholas Best: Happy Valley: The Story of the British in Kenya (1979). Mentioned by Trzebinski, p. 322.

• V. M. Carnegie: A Kenyan Farm Diary (1931). Mentioned by Trzebinski, p. 322.

• Peter de Polnay: My Road: An Autobiography. Mentioned by Trzebinski, p. 323.

In praise of the publisher

Incidentally, I must admit that I am impressed by this publisher, Duckworth: not only were they willing to publish the stupendously boring and impenetrable Vertical Land, but they were even willing to follow it up next year by another book by the same author on the same subject, Tarred with the Same Brush!

The only other Duckworth-published book of which I currently own a copy is the six-volume first edition of Charles Doughty's interminable and monumentally dull epic poem, The Dawn in Britain (Duckworth, 1906). Amazingly, after a hundred years of publishing boring books like these, they are still in business as an independent publisher. I am delighted to see that there still exist publishers like that, and that they haven't yet been obliterated by the merciless forces of the free market.

P.S.

Now I realized that if de Janzé really died in 1933 (link 1, link 2), then his copyrights have expired by now. Maybe I could do a good deed and scan this boring curiosity of a book and publish the text on the web, free for all. . .

Update: I'm pleased to say that the e-text of Vertical Land is now available at the Project Gutenberg of Australia web site. Here are direct links: plain text, HTML.

Before downloading and reading it, you might wish to make sure that the text is in the public domain according to the laws of your country. Given that de Janzé died in 1933, the text is probably in the public domain in most “life + 70” countries (not to mention the “life + 50” countries). However, it isn't clear whether it's in the public domain in the US, where “Works published and copyrighted 1923–1977 retain copyright for 95 years” (from the Project Gutenberg web site); there are some exceptions to this rule, but the Project Gutenberg copyright clearance team weren't able to convince themselves that the book falls under any of them.