Crome Yellow, Aldous Huxley

Crome Yellow, 1921
Crome Yellow, 1921

The country house of Crome welcomes “a painter, a poet, a spiritual journalist and ladies of assorted morals” to a house-party. The plot follows our weak, frustrated hero Denis in his ill-fated endeavours in love and literature alike. The other members of the party as absurd as they are unlikeable and some of the most compelling moments of narrative in the book are derived from the history of the home itself as retold by its now mast, Henry Wimbush. The novel is biting, almost spitting, in its satire on early twentieth century social interaction, I was reminded of Eliot’s earlier poetry particularly, “The women” who “come and go/ Talking of Michaelangelo” in ‘The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock’. In fact Denis himself seems trapped in an almost Prufockian state of inaction as he laments actions he should have taken and moments that pass ungrasped. The cover picture displayed above captures this sense of futility, the men and women pictured as uniform figures on a carousel by Mark Gettler in ‘The Merry Go Round’ (c.1916), mouths open as if in infinite, uncommunicative conversation.

The story itself is hard work, and whilst I’m sure some of that could be happily attributed to brain-bleeding tiredness, it lacks pace and direction. The most interesting aspects are the ideas that the characters give voice to, indeed, poor Denis, indecisive and suggestible, at the best of times is left utterly bewildered by the range and ferocity of opinions that batter him during his stay at Crome. Perhaps the most sinister character Huxley creates here is Mr Scogan and it is through him that we see a prefiguring of the ideas that were to shape Brave New World. He asserts that “men of intelligence must combine, must conspire, and seize power…They must found the Rational State” assigning people roles in society to which they are best suited (though sees no place for Denis, our poet). He envisages the replacement of “Nature’s hideous system” with “vast state incubators, rows upon rows of gravid bottles will supply the world with the population it requires. The family system will disappear; society, sapped at its very base, will have to find new foundations; and Eros, beautifully and irresponsibly free, will flit like a gay butterfly from flower to flower through a sunlit world.”

These ideas, nascent here, come to fruition in Brave New World, arguably the most influential works of science fiction of the last century. Images of human hatcheries and World Controllers are at their most powerful when shaping that narrative; they are terrifying when imagined as an actual future rather than proffered as one possible direction the future might take as they are in the set piece speeches of Crome Yellow. In a way, the whole novel feels like a musing, a writer who is flexing and stretching, toying with ideas still in their formative stages. It’s impossible to come to Crome Yellow without a sense that Brave New World is hovering nearby (even though it wasn’t published until 1932, a full 11 years after Huxley’s first full length work). Whilst I didn’t particularly enjoy Crome Yellow in its own right, the two novels held alongside each other show the genesis of a mind grappling uneasily with a past fast-slipping away and a fascination, perhaps a fearful one, with what the world that replaces it will look like.

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4 thoughts on “Crome Yellow, Aldous Huxley

  1. My WordPress login won’t work for some reason, so I’ve logged in via FB author page. I just dug out my old diary entry for ‘CR’, which I read too long ago to admit to; let’s say prob before you were born! (late 70s). ‘Lightweight Peacockian’ I noted. Scogan I described as ‘hoary reptilian pronouncer of leftist thoughts’. It had ‘no real substance’ or views, but was ‘mildly funny’; ‘frustrating’. Doesn’t sound much like your critique! I also compared it to Waugh. Not sure if this chimes with you. It’s nice to see what I thought about it all those years ago, though. thanks for bringing it back to my attention.

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    • I think it would definitely suffer in comparison to Waugh! The plot (such as it was) lacked direction and that made it tricky to finish. I found myself powering through out of sheer stubbornness. Have a look at Scogan’s projection of the future again – that holds the most resonance with BNW… Love your description of him: a truly vile character!

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  2. Tried logging in via FB but was forced to use my old WordPress account, now defunct; WP seems unable to detach me from the old one, which is frustrating. My own WP blog is http://tredynasdays.co.uk/, in case you tried locating me and found the wrong place. been enjoying your blog; I’m also an English teacher (in SW UK), so sympathise with your anguished comments about ‘term-time’ and its pressures…:)

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