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The Millstone (1965) is discussed on the Backlisted podcast (18 July 2023)...
Novelist Linda Grant and critic and editor Lucy Scholes return to Backlisted for a discussion of Margaret Drabble's third novel The Millstone, a book which has remained in print ever since it was first published in 1965, when Drabble was 26 years old; it was adapted for the screen by the author herself in 1969 as A Touch of Love, starring Sandy Dennis, Eleanor Bron and, making his film debut, Sir Ian McKellen. This story of a shy but determined young woman's decision to keep her baby and raise the child alone remains as relevant as ever. But The Millstone also speaks volumes of the era in which it was written, during which Margaret Drabble was a rising star in the literary firmament; and Andy, John, Linda and Lucy were delighted to have the opportunity to celebrate both novel and author, who is now 84.
https://www.backlisted.fm/episodes/19...
Well worth a listen it is too
Novelist Linda Grant and critic and editor Lucy Scholes return to Backlisted for a discussion of Margaret Drabble's third novel The Millstone, a book which has remained in print ever since it was first published in 1965, when Drabble was 26 years old; it was adapted for the screen by the author herself in 1969 as A Touch of Love, starring Sandy Dennis, Eleanor Bron and, making his film debut, Sir Ian McKellen. This story of a shy but determined young woman's decision to keep her baby and raise the child alone remains as relevant as ever. But The Millstone also speaks volumes of the era in which it was written, during which Margaret Drabble was a rising star in the literary firmament; and Andy, John, Linda and Lucy were delighted to have the opportunity to celebrate both novel and author, who is now 84.
https://www.backlisted.fm/episodes/19...
Well worth a listen it is too
More background...
The Millstone – the crucial 1960s feminist novel
Margaret Drabble’s beautiful and momentous book is 50 years old. This poignant tale of once-virginal-then-pregnant Rosamund manages to be both radical and a paean to motherhood
Article from the Guardian (15 May 2015) by Tessa Hadley....
It’s 50 years since Margaret Drabble’s The Millstone was published. It’s a beautiful book – and a momentous one, I think. For my money, it’s the seminal 60s feminist novel that Doris Lessing’s The Golden Notebook is always supposed to be. For years I avoided reading The Millstone – I think I was reacting to an unconscious suggestion that came from its title, imagining it would be heavy and punishing. When I finally picked it up I was astonished how slim it was – and then, once I started, how deft and funny, how light on its feet, always one inventive step ahead of the reader. No one could accuse The Golden Notebook of those things.
Rest here...
https://www.theguardian.com/books/201...
The Millstone – the crucial 1960s feminist novel
Margaret Drabble’s beautiful and momentous book is 50 years old. This poignant tale of once-virginal-then-pregnant Rosamund manages to be both radical and a paean to motherhood
Article from the Guardian (15 May 2015) by Tessa Hadley....
It’s 50 years since Margaret Drabble’s The Millstone was published. It’s a beautiful book – and a momentous one, I think. For my money, it’s the seminal 60s feminist novel that Doris Lessing’s The Golden Notebook is always supposed to be. For years I avoided reading The Millstone – I think I was reacting to an unconscious suggestion that came from its title, imagining it would be heavy and punishing. When I finally picked it up I was astonished how slim it was – and then, once I started, how deft and funny, how light on its feet, always one inventive step ahead of the reader. No one could accuse The Golden Notebook of those things.
Rest here...
https://www.theguardian.com/books/201...


Will start on Saturday...
This is really unexpected, in a good way
The absent, self punishing parents leaving Rosamund to become "self sufficient". Even the flat is only available because of their guilt and discomfort
Rosamund herself, who is so inept, inexperienced, naive and unlucky, makes for a fabulous narrator. She's so disarmingly frank and open.
What a find.
I was expecting The L-Shaped Room but this is very different, so far anyway
The absent, self punishing parents leaving Rosamund to become "self sufficient". Even the flat is only available because of their guilt and discomfort
Rosamund herself, who is so inept, inexperienced, naive and unlucky, makes for a fabulous narrator. She's so disarmingly frank and open.
What a find.
I was expecting The L-Shaped Room but this is very different, so far anyway
About as far removed from the swinging 60s as you can get, Rosamund is both unlucky, and also incredibly naive and inexperienced. This is a great read though, and I am totally immersed.
Rosamund is an interesting narrator complete with her shy stiffness and formality. However this is frequently undercut by her habit for confession and disarming frankness. It’s a winning combination ❤️🔥
Still loving this one
Still loving this one

What I notice more this time round is the background info on her parents and her socialist upbringing - sent to a state school for example and it's affects on decisions she makes - tracking down a NHS clinic.
Just reading about her pupils - and how accurate this is - keen students are the most hopeless - I know as I've also taught - private students. All this v humdrum detail makes me like her v much...
And her constant true self-effacement - "I didn't know how to find a GP - I didn't know what to say to my students..."
And her honesty - I thought it better to tell Joe it wasn't Roger's etc - all matched with the same astute honest observance of how quickly both men will disappear from her life.
This splendid section shows how she begins to quickly change….
When I was young, I used to be so good-natured. I used to see the best in everyone, to excuse all faults, to put all malice and shortcoming down to environment: in short, to take all blame upon myself. But for the child, I might have gone on like that forever and, who knows, I might have been the better and nicer for it in the kindness of my innocence. I repeat; not being blind, I saw faults but I excused them. Now I felt less and less like finding excuses. I still cringed politely and smiled when doors slammed in my face, but I felt resentment in my heart. For instance, when I was five months pregnant, though not admittedly in my winter coat looking it, I was sitting in a Tube train when two middle-aged women got on: there were no more seats so they stood in front of me, strap hanging, and proceeded to grumble, very pointedly, about the ill manners of the young. As I happened to be the youngest person in the compartment, I could not but take this personally. They clearly meant to be overheard, for they went on and on in refined, mean, grating tones: looking back, I can see that they were nuts, and sad ones at that, but what I felt as I listened to them was fury. I had been reared to stand for the elderly on public transport; and after a while I could bear it no longer, and I heaved myself to my feet and offered one of them my place. I made the gesture with extreme ill-feeling and indeed malice, but the woman took my seat without a word of thanks but with a tired, reproving pursing of the lips, and as I stood there it became clear that she did not notice my condition.
When I was young, I used to be so good-natured. I used to see the best in everyone, to excuse all faults, to put all malice and shortcoming down to environment: in short, to take all blame upon myself. But for the child, I might have gone on like that forever and, who knows, I might have been the better and nicer for it in the kindness of my innocence. I repeat; not being blind, I saw faults but I excused them. Now I felt less and less like finding excuses. I still cringed politely and smiled when doors slammed in my face, but I felt resentment in my heart. For instance, when I was five months pregnant, though not admittedly in my winter coat looking it, I was sitting in a Tube train when two middle-aged women got on: there were no more seats so they stood in front of me, strap hanging, and proceeded to grumble, very pointedly, about the ill manners of the young. As I happened to be the youngest person in the compartment, I could not but take this personally. They clearly meant to be overheard, for they went on and on in refined, mean, grating tones: looking back, I can see that they were nuts, and sad ones at that, but what I felt as I listened to them was fury. I had been reared to stand for the elderly on public transport; and after a while I could bear it no longer, and I heaved myself to my feet and offered one of them my place. I made the gesture with extreme ill-feeling and indeed malice, but the woman took my seat without a word of thanks but with a tired, reproving pursing of the lips, and as I stood there it became clear that she did not notice my condition.
Laura wrote:
"...droll I think rather than funny...
For sure. No laugh out loud moments but it is extremely well observed and is so obviously rooted in first hand experience
I like her very much too
"What I notice more this time round is the background info on her parents and her socialist upbringing - sent to a state school for example and it's affects on decisions she makes"
The social background is key in the early sections of the book - when she is awkward, diffident, and unsure of her place in the world
"...droll I think rather than funny...
For sure. No laugh out loud moments but it is extremely well observed and is so obviously rooted in first hand experience
I like her very much too
"What I notice more this time round is the background info on her parents and her socialist upbringing - sent to a state school for example and it's affects on decisions she makes"
The social background is key in the early sections of the book - when she is awkward, diffident, and unsure of her place in the world
Another revealing section….
Sometimes I wonder whether it is not my parents who are to blame, totally to blame, for my inability to see anything in human terms of like and dislike, love and hate: but only in terms of justice, guilt and innocence. Life is not fair: this is the lesson that I took in with my Kellogg's cornflakes at our family home in Putney. It is unfair on every score and every count and in every particular, and those who, like my parents, attempt to level it out are doomed to failure. Though when I would say this to them, fierce, argumentative, tragic, over the cornflakes, driven almost to tears at times by their hopeless innocence and aspirations, they would smile peaceably and say, Yes, dear, nothing can be done about inequality of brains and beauty, but that's no reason why we shouldn't try to do something about economics, is it?
Sometimes I wonder whether it is not my parents who are to blame, totally to blame, for my inability to see anything in human terms of like and dislike, love and hate: but only in terms of justice, guilt and innocence. Life is not fair: this is the lesson that I took in with my Kellogg's cornflakes at our family home in Putney. It is unfair on every score and every count and in every particular, and those who, like my parents, attempt to level it out are doomed to failure. Though when I would say this to them, fierce, argumentative, tragic, over the cornflakes, driven almost to tears at times by their hopeless innocence and aspirations, they would smile peaceably and say, Yes, dear, nothing can be done about inequality of brains and beauty, but that's no reason why we shouldn't try to do something about economics, is it?
I’m revising my earlier comment about the humour, as the section in the hospital is very amusingly written, and some sections made me chuckle.
I’m loving this novel. It’s the opposite of a misery memoir. A joy memoir? Or joy novel?
I’m loving this novel. It’s the opposite of a misery memoir. A joy memoir? Or joy novel?
I’m doing a rare thing for me. Just lolling about on the sofa until I finish this. I’m loving it, and it is raining 🌧️

most of the early ones are like this ...

Yep, here too, a very Hancock's Half-Hour kind of Saturday.
And raining here... with the blurred sound of a local blues festival in the park in the background. The sofa and a book seems the best place to be.
We’re all in harmony 🫶🏻
I’ve finished now
What a fab little novel.
Three out of three for this new series of Backlisted: Drabble was preceded by Trollope and Hammett 🙌🏻
I’ve finished now
What a fab little novel.
Three out of three for this new series of Backlisted: Drabble was preceded by Trollope and Hammett 🙌🏻

I picked up a copy of this book today in an Oxfam bookshop - it's a paperback that was published in the "Penguin Decades" series, as one of their choices to represent the 1960s, with an introduction by Elaine Showalter. It has a strange, colourful cover.

I think I may have read this in the 1970s but if so don't remember it. I know I read Georgy Girl by Margaret Forster then and am possibly getting muddled up.

I think I may have read this in the 1970s but if so don't remember it. I know I read Georgy Girl by Margaret Forster then and am possibly getting muddled up.
An interesting cover - thanks for sharing
Here's the others in the Decades series...
https://www.penguin.co.uk/series/DEC/...
Great news that you have a copy 🫶🏻
Will you be reading it soon?
Here's the others in the Decades series...
https://www.penguin.co.uk/series/DEC/...
Great news that you have a copy 🫶🏻
Will you be reading it soon?

That's the copy we had at home - probably my mother's book - published 1968 - Penguin Mass marketing - I was born in 1967!
The green face makes it seem more akin to one of those 70s Pan horror paperbacks 🤠
I like it though
I like it though

I love those 1960s/70s Penguins and always look out for them in my local Oxfam bookshop. They were designed to fit a pocket/handbag and are barely bigger than a phone so are great for commute reading.
Nigeyb, I will indeed be reading the book soon - looking forward to it. RC, I used to like those old Penguins, but now the type in them seems to have become strangely small... ;)
Judy wrote:
"I used to like those old Penguins, but now the type in them seems to have become strangely small... ;)"
🤠
Magnifying glass ahoy
"I used to like those old Penguins, but now the type in them seems to have become strangely small... ;)"
🤠
Magnifying glass ahoy
I've started it now and am finding it a quick, compelling read but am not warming to Rosamund very much so far. I have the feeling that she looks down on the people around her and doesn't really like many of them.
Thanks. I’ll be interested to discover if your view changes as you proceed through the novel. She appears to have an innate sense of superiority at the outset. Her personality changes though, or so I perceived. She certainly becomes more independent and more sure of herself which contrasts with her initial diffidence, naivety, and inexperience


Rosamund herself says - I hated to bother anyone ever - for anything - and one of the unexpected developments of having Octavia is that she must ask other people for help. This is so true to my own experience - it is impossible to be the only carer and provider for your infant no matter how much you would like that to be so... and surprisingly - for Rosamund at least other people/her neighbours are more than willing to help her.
I also loved the ending. Which contrasts radically with my previous feelings about the ending. I felt totally that she has proved - more than proved she is capable of managing the consequences of her decisions on her own. Rosamund of course - defers to her privileged position - that she has the use of her parents' flat - central London, no rent - and that she has a career - at which she is good and can foresee no problems or interruptions to that career development - There's a v nice paragraph where she says - something like - I don't recommend this decision - of single parenthood - unless you have the particular advantages that I have - but it does not come across in any crass way. We know R works hard ... she works hard at being self-sufficient. And as she says she was brought up to be self-denying - she herself wonders often about this particular moral value and its worth.
So plot aside - which I felt to some extent - was manufactured to present a liberated position for women - in the 60s. I would guess that one of Drabble's friends - attempted single parent-hood - I have a feeling it was not Drabble who underwent the rigours of Rosamund's experience.
I would really like to do the three-part The Radiant Way - it's somewhat dated but I think v reflective of the Women's Movement 70s/80s - and Drabble the academic - always infuses her plot lines with political, social and moral commentary - and this of course is really my focus of interest - nowadays.
Books mentioned in this topic
The Radiant Way (other topics)Georgy Girl (other topics)
The L-Shaped Room (other topics)
The Millstone (other topics)
The Millstone (other topics)
Authors mentioned in this topic
Margaret Forster (other topics)Margaret Drabble (other topics)
The Millstone (1965)
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The blurb...
Winner of John Llewellyn Rhys Prize, The Millstone is a radical celebration of the mother-child relationship. It is the Swinging Sixties, and Rosamund Stacey is young and inexperienced at a time when sexual liberation is well on its way. She conceals her ignorance beneath a show of independence, and becomes pregnant as a result of a one-night stand. Although single parenthood is still not socially acceptable, she chooses to have the baby rather than to seek an illegal abortion, and finds her life transformed by motherhood.