Extracted by torment: Elizabeth von Arnim, Vera

Elizabeth von Arnim (1866-1941), Vera. Hesperus Press, 2015; first published 1921

John Middleton Murry, husband of Elizabeth von Arnim’s cousin Katherine Mansfield, consoled the author after Vera had attracted some bad reviews, by saying the reviewers had failed to understand a tragi-comedy that read like Wuthering Heights as written by Jane Austen. This dark, disturbing novel also presages a later novel about a woman who’d died in mysterious circumstances before the events in the novel take place: Rebecca.

My Hesperus Press paperback edition of Elizabeth von Arnim, VeraVera is about a naïve young woman who ‘was engulfed’ by the apparent grief-stricken affection of a man named Everard Wemyss. His wife Vera had recently died – in a way that increasingly suggests his pathological egotism and what we now call coercive control had led to her suicide. He comes upon young Lucy, grieving for her father who’d just died at their Cornwall holiday cottage, and she is smitten by what seems his tender empathy and sensitive soul. He takes advantage of her damaged emotional state and vulnerability.

She rapidly discovers that she’s made a terrible mistake. His domineering control of her and his household once they’re married is so obsessive as to become a nightmare for poor Lucy. Despite the best efforts of her caring Aunt Dot, Wemyss is able to dismiss all who try to mitigate his insistence on complete servitude in his young wife.

Like Torvald in A Doll’s House, he’s created a gilded cage for his little bird; like Nora’s patronising husband he repeatedly infantilises Lucy, calling her his ‘little girl’, his ‘baby’, while scolding her and criticising her for showing the least sign of spirit or rebellion. It becomes increasingly difficult to read such stuff – but it holds the attention like a slowly unfolding car-crash.

It’s not just his gaslighting, chauvinistic narcissism and cruel oppression that’s so disturbing. He seems to derive pleasure from her immature appearance and demeanour:

He adored her bobbed hair that gave her the appearance of a child or a very young boy…all he asked in a woman was devotion.

This is the spine-chilling moment, narrated from his sickening point of view, when he looks at Lucy entering the registry office where they are to be married and she is to become his latest trophy:

If only she would take off her hat, thought Wemyss, bursting with pride, so that the registrar could see how young she looked with her short hair – why perhaps the old boy might think she was too young to be married and start asking searching questions! What fun that would be.

There are moments of humour, as when Aunt Dot contemplates Wemyss’s tepid style of courting Lucy at her aunt’s house in London, and the only word she can find to describe his mode of ‘love-making’ (in the old fashioned sense) is ‘vegetarian’. He’s dismissive of Lucy’s family’s bohemian, spontaneous, cultivated and artistic ways: he’s a cold-blooded philistine and a prig. He’s a veritable Casaubon to Lucy’s Dorothea – but far more sinister.

It seems von Arnim wrote Vera in response to her own disastrous second marriage to Frank, second Earl Russell (brother of philosopher Bertrand). Her first husband was a domineering, typically Prussian Junker aristocrat, Graf von Arnim-Schlagentin. Among the tutors they employed for their children were EM Forster and Hugh Walpole: she moved in exalted circles, but showed less discernment in her choice of lovers – including, perhaps, the three years (1910-13) she spent as a mistress of HG Wells.

Rebecca West was understandably impressed by this novel; there’s a deeply felt awkwardness and growing sense of menacing claustrophobia, being stifled and threatened by this monstrous husband that Lucy experiences. Elizabeth von Arnim wrote to her daughter about Vera:

I’ll never write anything so good again. I daresay more popular…but not so really good. It was extracted from me by torment, so that I do not want to write so well again – not at such a price.




14 thoughts on “Extracted by torment: Elizabeth von Arnim, Vera

  1. I love the von Arnim books I’ve read, but I’ve shied away from this one simply because I think I might end up screaming at the book in anger! It does sound much darker than her other works, but I’m obviously going to have to get my nerve up….

    • It’s difficult not to give too much plot away when discussing it. Suffice it to say I did at times feel like throwing the book at the wall – not that it was bad, but the characters were. A good sign.

      • Oh, yes, that’s a GOOD reason to throw a book against the wall. Not like when I was so angry at my Chaucer professor that ended up breaking the spine of the book by throwing it across the room — not because of Chaucer, but because of the prof.
        And throwing a book against the wall is something I was considering just the other day — for “The Sisters” about the Mitfords. Ugh. I just can’t take the fawning, and the Hitler soft-soaping.
        But “Vera” as you’ve described it has me intrigued.

          • Well, there was also the issue that he was from the east coast (went to Princeton, taught at Dartmouth) before coming to UCLA. I remember being upset at my grade on a paper I’d sweated blood over, then finding out it was the highest grade in the class. As in a lot of these kinds of cases, I ended up appreciating him much more later. 🙂

          • Is being from the east coast such a bad thing?! By the way, I’ve dipped into the first two ‘Love’ novels by Nancy Mitford (I did a short half-post on ‘Don’t Tell Alfred’ in Jan. last year) and kind of liked them as diversions. But you’re quite right: there were some pretty revolting fascist tendencies in the family. I’ve got a biography of the sisters somewhere, and a volume of the letters, but find more important things intervene. Like a volume of Dürrenmatt novels found in a charity bookshop today…Swiss angst.

  2. “Is being from the east coast such a bad thing?! By the way, I’ve dipped into the first two ‘Love’ novels by Nancy Mitford (I did a short half-post on ‘Don’t Tell Alfred’ in Jan. last year) and kind of liked them as diversions.”

    Not a bad thing…just a culture clash. I’ve given up on the Lovell bio I started. I just couldn’t deal it with anymore. Started on “The Pursuit of Love” (I have it in one volume with “Love in a Cold Climate”), and reading this feels like I don’t even need the bio. Lightweight and chatty and interesting in a historical sense. Certainly not great literature.

    Swiss angst. 🙂

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  4. Just dropping back to read your piece on this now that I’ve posted my own (albeit in brief). In like the way you’ve brought out Wemyss’s tendency to treat Lucy as a child. I found that aspect of his behaviour particularly creepy and repulsive. What a horror! Interesting comparison with The Doll’s House, too. It’s been a while since I last saw a production of that play, but I can see what you mean…

    • I suppose the fashionable term nowadays for this treatment is gaslighting, after the noir film. Infantilising, patronising – sadly the kind of behaviour often found in outwardly loving relationships. Preying upon a younger, less experienced, more vulnerable person is the way this often begins. And of course it’s the woman who’s often positioned as ‘weaker’ by society, upbringing, expectations. Interestingly, we see this kind of bullying arrogance increasingly in public life, especially in politics. Not done so subtly or insidiously, perhaps.

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