Lady Lilith — Inside the Classic

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McKenna, Stephen, 1888-1967 Project Gutenberg 2014 Not confirmed
Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- England -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction Readers of public-domain and historical texts
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Reading time 449 min
Text sections 11

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Stephen McKenna's 1920 novel follows Barbara, a woman who rehearses emotional scenes in her mind, critiquing men's proposals and longing for the color and eloquence of a bygone era. The opening prophecy by O'Rane sets a cynical tone for a generation facing war and disillusionment.
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Framlingham were destined for the army; Deganway and Pentyre were due to cram for the Foreign Office; Draycott proposed to study art in Paris; and Mayhew had forced his way into Fleet Street and the offices of the "Wicked World." It was a wide dispersal; and all felt that they were changing a life of proved comfort for something unknown and presumably less easy.

"What are you doing, Spurs?" Sinclair asked Eric.

"I'm not quite sure. My people want me to try for the Civil Service. I want to have a shot at journalism. You can't _do_ anything in the Civil Service."

"Who _wants_ to do anything?" retorted Waring from his window-seat. "Late as usual, Raney.... I only want money and decent holidays.... Sounds of a car, furiously driven. You'll have to fine 'em double, Mr. President, if it's Jim and George; once for being late and once for not coming in club dress. It is! Two dozen of fizz from each!"

He withdrew his head from the window as the car came to a standstill. A moment later Loring entered apologetically in morning dress, fingering his moustache and smiling with pleasure at the volley of welcome; George Oakleigh followed, peering with approval at the familiar beams and dingy panels of the low-ceilinged room; while O'Rane strode across the passage and brought the free fight to an end by putting the heads of the disputants into chancery, the president rapped the table and tried to allot the places.

"Gentlemen! The toast of the Phoenix will be drunk in silence," he proclaimed, as every one obstinately seated himself next to his greatest friend.

Sinclair waited until the sherry was served and then rose to his feet. Of the twenty members present only O'Rane was staying up another year: in obedience to ritual he remained seated in the vice-president's chair.

"The Phoenix is dead," announced the president.

"The Phoenix will rise again," answered the vice-president with awful gravity. Then, as the others sat down, he added reflectively, "'Wonder where we shall all be in ten years' time? 'Wonder what we shall be doing? 'Wonder how many of us will be dead?"

"You can always depend on Raney for an irresistible little note of cheerfulness," commented Loring, as he pulled in his chair and looked round to see who was present.

It was then that O'Rane flung his prophecy at the head of the club.

"Bah! You know as much about life as a Sunday School teacher!" he retorted contemptuously, banging his hand on a bell. "Where's the betting-book? And give me a pen, somebody. Let you mark my words. 'Mr. David O'Rane bets the Marquess Loring ten sovereigns that within ten years of this date five out of the twenty members present to-night will be married. A further ten sovereigns that five will be dead----'"

"Always the optimist," murmured Oakleigh from Loring's side.

"I'll bet that every one of us will have made such a fool of himself that it's _wishing_ himself dead he'll be.... A further ten sovereigns that one at least will have had to cut the country. A further ten that one at least will have lost all his money.... I'm only dealing in averages. Ten years, I said; that's not much for any positive achievement, but I'll bet a further ten pounds that one--and not more than one--will have achieved what an independent tribunal considers fame. A further ten pounds that one of us will make great money----"

"That's sixty pounds," interposed Sinclair warningly.

"But I shan't have to pay it," answered O'Rane, writing rapidly. He read out a summary of the wager and passed the book for Loring to sign. "Besides, I'm going to be the one who makes all the money. I hope you won't be one of the five who die, Jim; or I shall have to claim against your estate and all. Which of us will achieve fame in ten years? Draycott as an Academician? I don't see it. Spurs as a judge? 'Don't see it either. The Gander as an ambassador? The other Spurs?" He looked round the table and went on quickly; half-unconsciously he had decided that Eric Lane would be the first of the five to die. "I should mark down Sinks as the first to marry; there's an appealing domesticity about him. And we shall _all_ make colossal fools of ourselves; don't forget that! Folly's the great leveller. Jim, I think you'd better give a dinner once a year to the survivors just to see how we're getting on."

"If I don't die or cut the country," Loring assented.

O'Rane snapped the clasp of the betting-book and tossed it on a chair behind him.

The novel opens with a dinner-party prophecy: O'Rane declares that within ten years, five of twenty young men will be dead, five married, one disgraced, one ruined, one famous, and one rich—all while wishing themselves dead. The moment is deliberately ill-chosen, as most have just finished final exams; O'Rane speaks from the triumph of having another year at Oxford. This cynical forecast, delivered with apparent sincerity, establishes a tone of fatalism and sets the stage for a generation caught between ambition and disillusionment.

Barbara, the central consciousness, is introduced through her internal rehearsals of a romantic rejection. She imagines how Jack will later describe her behavior as 'very wise, very maternal,' and she critiques his lack of dramatic flair. Her mind drifts to Cyrano de Bergerac and Shakespeare's Henry V, contrasting their eloquence with the emotional starvation of modern men. The narrative voice is sharp, ironic, and deeply attentive to the gap between performed feeling and genuine emotion.

The Prophecy as Structural Device

The opening chapter, 'The Death of the Phoenix,' uses O'Rane's prophecy to frame the novel's concerns with fate, ambition, and the passage of youth. The club itself is named after a mythical bird that rises from ashes—a pointed irony given the prediction that most members will end in failure or death. The prophecy is not merely atmospheric; it introduces a pattern of foreboding that colors subsequent events. McKenna does not present this as a literal plot point but as a thematic anchor, suggesting that the characters are aware of their own precarious futures. The phrasing—'every one of us will have made such a fool of himself'—echoes the self-deprecating cynicism common among the Oxford set of the period. The narrator notes that the moment was 'ill-chosen,' a wry observation that underscores the gap between the characters' youthful confidence and the grim realities ahead.

Barbara's Theatrical Interiority

Barbara's inner life is presented as a series of rehearsed scenes. She imagines how Jack will recount their breakup to others, constructing his dialogue with precise detail: 'It was rather a wipe in the eye for me,' she predicts he will say, and she anticipates his gratitude for her 'gentleness in blunting the edge of disappointment.' This self-conscious performance extends to her critique of men's proposal styles: 'Men never troubled about a setting—or a time; they procrastinated and procrastinated until the car was at the door.' She contrasts their awkwardness with the 'superb eloquence' of Cyrano and Shakespeare's Henry V, whose speech to Katherine she reads aloud in bed. The narrative voice merges with Barbara's perspective, revealing her longing for a world where emotion is expressed with color and gesture. Yet the narrator also undercuts her: 'Many men had proposed to her, but none had done justice to his opportunity.' This blend of sympathy and irony defines McKenna's treatment of his protagonist.

Diction of Disillusionment and Romance

McKenna's prose oscillates between romantic aspiration and cynical deflation. Barbara's memories of India—'the roll of the saluting guns, the guard of honour, the lined streets'—are rendered with sensory richness, contrasting with the drabness of her present. Yet her romanticism is undercut by her own calculations: she dresses carefully to seem 'not to have taken any extra care,' and her maid's admiration is noted with satisfaction. The dialogue attributed to Jack in her imagination is colloquial and understated: 'I thought she behaved awfully well; and it couldn't have been easy for her.' This contrast between her inner theatricality and the flatness of actual speech highlights a central tension. The novel's diction is precise and often ironic, as when the narrator describes O'Rane's 'subconscious triumph' or notes that Barbara's critics would become her 'staunchest champion.' These verbal choices create a layered narrative voice that is both intimate and detached.

The Shadow of War and Social Change

Though the excerpts do not detail the war, the catalog subjects and the novel's 1920 publication date place it in the aftermath of World War I. The prophecy's mention of death and ruin gains retrospective weight. Barbara's nostalgia for 'days when colour still shone in the world' and her reference to India's viceregal pomp suggest a pre-war world that has vanished. The novel's title, Lady Lilith, evokes a figure of dangerous allure, and Barbara's self-awareness as a performer of emotion aligns with the Lilith archetype—a woman who controls her own narrative. McKenna's focus on interiority and social performance reflects a broader literary shift toward psychological realism. The excerpts show a writer attentive to the nuances of class, gender, and generational change, using dialogue and internal monologue to explore how individuals navigate a world where old certainties have crumbled.

Readers attentive to voice and structure will find that McKenna's novel rewards close attention to its layered ironies. Barbara's rehearsals are not mere self-indulgence but a strategy for survival in a society that demands emotional restraint. The prophecy, meanwhile, hangs over the narrative as a reminder of the fragility of youth and ambition. Approach the text as a study in the performance of selfhood, where every gesture is both genuine and calculated.

There’s a particular melancholy in Barbara’s rehearsed grief, that sense of playing a part for an audience that never arrives. It made me remember another kind of waiting—the quiet unease that settles over a different London, where a mystery breathes behind ordinary doors. That older, foxed world has its own weight, its own shadows. I found myself reaching for Samuel Boyd of Catchpole Square: A Mystery — Edition Insights afterward, just to hold that feeling longer.

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