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Alexander Larman

What happened to the Rishi Sunak I knew at school?

Description used to be all the thing. In Cakes and Ale Maugham tells us that the ‘prime’ of his Grand Old Man of English letters, Edward Driffield,

belonged to the period when the purple patch was in vogue, and there are descriptive passages in his works that have found their way into all the anthologies of English prose. His pieces on the sea and spring in the Kentish woods and sunset on the lower reaches of the Thames are famous. It should be a mortification to me that I cannot read them without discomfort.

Nevertheless Maugham himself, like Edmund Wilson and Scott Fitzgerald, sprinkled his notebooks with descriptive paragraphs, some decidedly purple. I wonder when he thought he would use them.

It seems to me that description has three functions in a novel.

First, obviously it allows the reader to picture the scene. This is best done briefly. The longer the description, the more difficult for the reader to form an image; he is swamped by detail. A few lines make a picture:

The hills across the valley of the Ebro were long and white. On this side there was no shade and no trees and the station was between two lines of rails in the sun. Close against the side of the station there was the warm shadow of the building and a curtain, made of strings of bamboo beads, hung across the open door into the bar, to keep out flies.

Hemingway is the master of this sort of thing, and casts a longer shadow than the wall of that building; the problem for writers even now is to avoid sounding like a faint echo.

Second, description creates mood. Here one might quote Hemingway again or Simenon or Graham Greene, all of whom use description so exactly and economically that mood and picture become as one. A good example of this is offered by the first page of The Honorary Consul, too long to quote here; it establishes the tone of the novel.

Third, a writer may use passages of description to modulate the pace of his novel. Action, dialogue, reflection (or analysis), description: these are the elements of a work of fiction; and the success of a novel may depend to an extent of which the reader is not consciously aware, but which he yet feels or senses, on the ability of the author to achieve a satisfying balance between them. The objection Montherlant voiced — with which I sympathise — is really valid only when that balance has not been realised, and when long descriptive passages weigh down and retard the narrative, directing the reader’s attention (if he doesn’t choose to skip) to the author’s way with words, rather than allowing these passages to contribute to the narrative flow.