Murdoch met but not mastered
I think I may have mentioned here that some years ago I set myself the task of reading all twenty-six of Iris Murdoch’s novels in the order they were published. I recently completed that journey by finishing Jackson’s Dilemma (for the second time). I could search my paper journals to find the date I began this ambition, but suffice to say that I’ve been at it for the better part of a decade.
I hadn’t started reading her novels in sequence. I’d started with The Sea, The Sea, which had won her the Booker Prize. And then I’d read Jackson’s Dilemma for the first time. Somewhere in there I’d picked up The Sacred and Profane Love Machine. And my book discussion group took up two of her novels (as a favor to me, I think), before I settled into the plan. (When I came to the already-read novels, I read them again.)
I’ve always been fascinated and impressed by the fact that many people have devoted their professional careers (and even their whole adult lives) to understanding novels like Moby Dick. I respect the rigor and focus, and perhaps most of all, the purpose this gives such serious people. And so I decided I would devote myself to understanding the fiction of Iris Murdoch. (She’s also written a number of books about philosophy, and I’ve read one — and even understood parts of it — but I think that would be spreading myself a little too thin. Okay, a lot too thin.) I don’t expect to become a respected scholar who will publish insightful exegeses of her stories. I’m really only doing this for personal satisfaction and to keep myself out of the bars.
Although I got some of her novels from the library, through the years I had probably owned most of them, at least while I was reading them. But I eventually gave those away. (You will know from some of my older posts here that I donate my finished books to an underfunded rural library.) It was only late in the twenty-six novel read through that I realized I wanted to be a student of her works, so it was only in the last year or so that I began keeping my copies of her novels. I think that amounts to five of them. Thus I need to rebuild my collection.
And so I’m going to buy her first novel, Under the Net, now. And what will I do with it. Why read it again, of course. I think I’m on that twenty-six stop journey again. (Plus there are quite a few nonfiction works about Iris Murdoch and her novels. I’m rubbing my hands together with glee.)
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