Using a narrow focus can sometimes reveal more than a longer, wider view; thus it is with Rural Hours. Taking a look at a short period in the lives of three well-known authors, each of whom has already been exhaustively examined by others, Harriet Baker has brought out a moment in each life, that transformed the person.
In every case, it was a move to the country. Virginia Woolf was a decade older than the other two women in this book: Sylvia Townsend Warner and Rosamund Lehmann, but she knew, if not intimately, both of them.
In 1914, after a protracted illness during which time she wrote nothing, Virginia and Leonard moved to a house in Sussex, and after a short temporary stay, bought Asheham. Leonard still spent most of the time in London, but Virginia was convalescent and he monitored her daily life, by the constant exchange of notes and letters (mostly still extant). Ms Baker concentrates on a single volume of writing, neither a diary nor a notebook – a small bound book of plain pages upon which, on a more or less daily basis, Virginia has written an observation. There is no “I, me, mine” in this writing, merely “walked the Downs” and lists of flowers, butterflies and occasionally people seen on her wanderings, she was especially interested in the German prisoners of war that were working in the fields, and some of the notes show “the harvest brought in”, or exchanges with the farmer’s wife and the scarcity of eggs, flour and on the obverse of some of the pages are lists of the prices of some staple foods – eggs, bread and milk.
This was the first writing that Virginia had done for two years. The Asheham notebook does not feature in the collected works, not is it treated like her diaries, and it is quite different from any of them. Observational, accurate but impersonal.
The next section deals with Sylvia, her move from an awkward situation in London to Dorset, and her sudden exhilarating love affair with another woman. In the spirit of socialism that she endorsed, Sylvia bought a modest workman’s cottage, without running water or electricity and lived in a frugal, self sustaining life, not using her wealth to improve the cottage, but enjoying its eccentricities and the exigencies of living in such a basic manner.
The final section is Rosamund Lehmann’s move to Berkshire. She was also avoiding a difficult marriage, and moved with her son to a small cottage. Her brother, John, worked at the Hogarth Press with the Woolfs, hence the connection with Virginia. It covers the years and heartache of her affair with Cecil Day Lewis, her hopeless anticipation that it would be resolved in his leaving his family to marry her, and her despair when he did just that, but married another woman.
In an epilogue, Harriet Baker brings everything together with the Woolfs’ life at Rodmell and the other two writers’ reaction to Virginia’s sudden death.
This is not about their writings, though all three were, indeed, published writers. It is more about how the countryside changed their perceptions, of themselves and of their surroundings – as if time had slowed down and a new awakening made them notice the patterns and renewal of nature, and thereby renewed in them the spirit to live again.