Juliet Nicolson has written some excellent books, including two works of history, “The Perfect Summer” and “The Great Silence,” plus a novel, “Abdication.” However, in this new book she turns her attention to her own family history and what a family it is . The granddaughter of Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson, daughter of Nigel Nicolson and sister of the historian Adam Nicolson, she comes from a great literary heritage; as well as having the shadow of the great family estates of Knole and Sissinghurst as part of her history. That is not to mention her family’s involvement in politics, Vita’s greatest friend Virginia Woolf or even the fact that her favourite teacher at school was no less a person than Penelope Fitzgerald and that she was unfazed when Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor came for a visit.
This book though, is not interested in the rich and famous , even if most of those who inhabit these pages are one or the other (if not both), but looks at seven generations of women in her family; from the birth of her grandmother’s grandmother in 1830 to the birth of her granddaughter. All of these women, apart from one, were privileged in terms of wealth and all were daughters – as all women are born, and remain, daughters. As Juliet Nicolson says, families have different expectations from sons and daughters and this story is riddled with secrets and maternal jealousy, as well as maternal love.
This history begins with Juliet’s great-great-grandmother, the Spanish dancer, Pepita. Unlike all of the other women in this history, Pepita was born in 1830 to a life of poverty. Her mother worshipped her beautiful and talented daughter and, before long, Pepita had found fame and fortune. She also had an early marriage; an unfortunate fact when she fell in love with Lionel Sackville-West, a twenty five year old attaché at the British Legation in Germany, with whom she would have children but never a real family.
The next woman in this history is Pepita’s oldest daughter, Victoria. Unlike her mother, Victoria eventually became accepted by society and married a man with the exact same name as her own father – her cousin Lionel Sackville-West. Married in 1890, the couple were originally head over heels in love; but a terrible experience with childbirth led to the marriage turning sour and left Vita as their only daughter and, indeed, only child.
Vita Sackville-West was entirely unconventional and, like many of the daughters in this book, had an early , slightly suffocating, relationship with a mother, which became distant and estranged as the young girl became more independent with age. Her marriage to Harold Nicolson was, despite their difficulties, built upon a commitment to each other, although motherhood baffled Vita.
We then move on to Juliet’s mother, Phillipa; whose own mother Pam married Vita’s son, Nigel Nicolson. Juliet Nicolson does not hesitate to reveal the less comfortable sides of wealth, privilege and snobbery – such as the time when Pam and a young Phillipa reduced young evacuee’s staying at their house to tears, or when she is open about the problems with alcohol she shared with her own mother. Philippa obviously cared about her daughter and visited her every day in hospital when she was once ill, but it is distressing to read how little warmth Juliet was shown and how she can even recall the rare occasions her mother held her hand. The book continues with her relationships with her own daughters, Clemmie and Flora, and the circle closes with the birth of her granddaughter, Imogen.
I really enjoyed this family history, which concentrated on the female line of a family. There is the unconditional love of motherhood, but also manipulative behaviour, selfishness and benign neglect. This is an honest account of mothers and daughters and is both moving and well written. Lastly, I received a copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, for review.