An Ode to Iris Murdoch

I wanted to write a blog post for today, and I've sat for ages thinking about what I could write the post about. There hasn't been any massive celeb news for me to write (or rant) about. And Victoria is on later so I can review that tomorrow.

And then it hit me. My literary queen! I should write about her! 

For those of you who don't know, my literary queen is Iris Murdoch. The 20th century writer of fictional stories with philosophical ideas about being good, morals, religion, relationships and women (believe me, that list could go on!)

I could write a very long paragraph about why I like her novels, and hows it deeper meanings led me to think very hard about life and why is lived and how one should be good to others. That's kind of true.

But really, it's the romantic element of Murdoch's novels that I love. Some are not even romances and yet I feel the emotions (or 'feels' in Tumblr speak) between characters. A lot of her novels are first person, and it is these ones where I can understand exactly how the characters are feeling. Some of the titular characters have particularly mundane lives, in small country towns, and yet they are still made to be interesting. There are all kinds of relationships in Murdoch novels, some good, some bad, but the good ones are SO GOOD! You feel the passion.

I will add at this point, Murdoch is the not the most morally clean of authors. There are affairs, a bit of incest, and some other stuff as well. But it's all in the best taste it can be! The 20th Century Britishness covering it means you are not cowering or wincing at all.

My favourite, and the first, HAS to be The Bell. A mid-1950s novel set in an Anglican religious residence overlooking an enclosed nunnery. It came across as slightly cult-like at the start, but I warmed to it, and how it can show a woman that decides to leave her husband and how it didn't mean the end of their life. Considering the social stigma of divorce at the time, it's fascinating. I sped through the book in a couple of days, although me and my friend clashed heavily about it! But then, she loved Virginia Woolfe! I wrote a 1000 word essay on the novel in my first year of uni, so I remember it fondly.

And, of course, my third year Special Study at uni was Iris Murdoch. I have this notebook which I used to record the novels I wrote, reviews, notes and general musings. I got a first for engagement, and I still have it. There was a 6000 word essay as well but it killed me a bit!

Murdoch has stayed my favourite author since I first read her novels three years ago. I've read ten of her 26 books so far. I wish there were more adaptations of her work out there, for film etc. to widen the audience. But never mind. She's still great!