Not to Disturb by Muriel Spark (1971)

Not to Disturb by Muriel Spark (1971)I fear that I read Muriel Spark’s Not to Disturb too soon after having been enthralled and confused by The Driver’s Seat. The two novels deal with such similar themes and the same sense of eerie prediction of death, but Not to Disturb had much less of an impact. As a storm brews around a mansion, the servants prepare for a tragedy. The intimation of death is much like that of The Driver’s Seat, but rather than an atmosphere of threat and foreboding, the story here drags and the mystery is largely irrelevant.

‘They are still alive,’ says Lister. ‘I’m sure of that. It hasn’t happened yet.’
‘It’s going to happen,’ she says.
‘Oh my dear, it’s inevitable.’

Not to Disturb focuses on the servants of a Baron and Baroness, and “him in the attic”, a mentally deranged man kept in the attic with a nurse. The Baron and Baroness are meeting with their secretary Victor in the library, and the head butler has been told that under no circumstances is he to disturb them. The servants are preparing themselves for the imminent death of someone in the library and the onslaught of journalists and outsiders that are sure to follow afterward. They’ve all written their memoirs, they practice their interview responses, they work on getting their stories straight. However, it is never clear exactly how they know what is to happen during the night. Could it be that the house and the lives of the Baron and Baroness run so smoothly thanks to the endless toil of the servants, and the servants are so attuned to the behaviour and lives of their masters that they can see the murder/suicide coming? Is it merely a well-informed prediction? It’s never quite revealed.

‘Locked’ says Lister, turning away, ‘and silent. Let’s proceed,’ he says, leading the way to the servants quarters. ‘There remain a good many things to be accomplished and still more chaos effectively to organize.’

Much of the story looks at the rampant opportunism of the servants. Not only do they look to cash in on the aftermath of the deaths, but they organize a slapdash marraige between the pregnant parlour maid Heloise and “him in the attic”, the Baron’s relative Gustav, heir to the family fortune. After this admittedly comedic farce it seems possible that the servants orchestrated the murder in order to get their hands on the inheritance, as well as profit from their media deals. None of these questions are really answered, but not much is offered in the way of coming up with our own answers to this. Overall, I was unimpressed with Not to Disturb, but I wonder how much of that comes from having read it so soon after The Driver’s Seat.

The Driver’s Seat by Muriel Spark (1970)

The Driver's Seat by Muriel Spark (1970)Muriel Spark’s The Driver’s Seat is a short and savage character study of a woman gradually losing control of herself. Lise has worked in the same dull office job for sixteen years, and finally, she is going on holiday. However, this isn’t an idyllic retreat from the humdrum existence of her everyday life -  we soon discover that Lise will be found brutally murdered by the end of the first day of her vacation.

The Driver’s Seat opens on an exchange in a store dressing room over the stain-resistant fabric of a dress. The encounter is told in an almost cyclical way, first as it happens, shifting back to what happened just before and then the original exchange is retold, with slightly different details. This technique is used often throughout the novel, a comment on perception, on the effect time has on memory – something that will become crucial and more pronounced as Lise’s steps are retraced by witnesses in the wake of her murder. As she prepares to leave for her trip she begins to gleefully lie to strangers, creating elaborate false identities and personas during her encounters. It becomes apparent through Lise’s interactions with her co-workers, shop staff and strangers that there may be something not quite right about Lise’s behaviour, whether it is the product of mental illness or just eccentricity remains to be seen.

Once the reader is informed that Lise will be found stabbed to death, everything is shadowed by a vague sense of threat, everything, even innocuous remarks, seems potentially dangerous and threatening. A man frightened by Lise’s appearance moves away from her on the airplane. A macrobiotic diet fanatic engages her in conversation and invites her to meet up with him later. Lise hides her passport in a taxi. As she wanders around the unnamed city with the elderly Mrs Fiedke, she is on the lookout for a man but she doesn’t seem to know who or where she will find him.

‘Will you feel a presence? Is that how you’ll know?’
‘Not really a presence,’ Lise says. ‘The lack of an absence, that’s what it is. I know I’ll find it. I keep making mistakes though.’

Most prominently, Lise shops endlessly. On her holiday, with our knowledge of her imminent death, the objects she buys and accumulates seem to hold great importance. It soon becomes apparent that Lise has plotted her own murder, as though her death is something as easily purchased as a lipstick, a scarf, or a silk tie. If consumer culture allows us to buy into an idea of a certain life or ideal, then surely it can also provide the ideal death? The murder scene, and the calculated approach that Lise takes to engage her murderer, is disturbing – all the threatening atmosphere and people seem harmless in comparison when Lise is the most dangerous to herself.

Ultimately, this scenario raises many more questions than it answers: why does Lise make herself so willingly visible, her clothes, her demeanour, her interactions with others, when this was her plan all along? To ensure witnesses? To ensure that someone, somewhere remembers her? To be certain that some form of story, however untrue, can be gleamed from the witness statements? The Driver’s Seat is genuinely confounding.

Book Loot: Week Ending May 2nd, 2010

A warning to all, especially those on self-imposed book buying bans, this post features an obscene amount of books. First, some ebay packages arrived. Then I found out one of my favourite secondhand bookstores in the city was going out of business and selling all their books for $1. Yes, $1. I set myself a modest limit of $20 and let loose, coming out with only (cough, only? My shoulder and hands disagree) 19 books. The day after the sale ended, my sister happened to be wandering by and they were chucking books into a dumpster; she scored some really good stuff too.

And then, yes, that’s just my loot from during the week, there was Clunes. I came well under budget, spending much less than I thought I would. It was a great day, lovely surrounds and buildings, a good vibe, a few friendly dogs and lots of books.  Here’s my haul:

And, a few interesting articles from the week: