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J.L. Carr

A Month in the Country

Fiction | Novel | Adult | Published in 1980

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Symbols & Motifs

The Oxgodby Christ

Among the first figures that Birkin recovers from the wall mural and its depiction of the Final Judgment is an imposing, terrifying figure of Christ the Judge at its apex: “This was no catalogue Christ, insufferably ethereal. This was a wintry hard-liner. Justice, yes there would be justice. But not mercy. That was writ large on each feature” (33). He dubs it the Oxgodby Christ. It was not a God of love or forgiveness. This was an uncompromising, threatening deity, delivering at last on the centuries-old threat of punishment. “This is what you did to me,” the eyes seemed to say to Birkin, and so you shall “suffer torment” (34).

It is a suffering Birkin feels when he arrives at the Oxgodby train station in late July. He cannot let go the torments of his memories of the battlefield. He cannot forget the wounded, the hellish conditions, and his friends lost in the mud and blood. He cannot forget the infidelities of his wife, whose casual affairs destroyed his tender faith in love and the promise of marriage. In short, he begins the summer of his redemption already in hell—a hell far worse than the one depicted on the wall. Birkin comes to Oxgodby not in need of punishment; he has already survived the apocalypse. He admits that he had long ago drifted from his childhood grounding in Christianity, and that he had long ago ceased to believe in the carnival antics of angels and devils. Religion had never been an element of his upbringing: “Looking back, I think that I became an unbeliever when I was eighteen, well maybe seventeen, and it can’t have been a momentous decision” (69). Burned out and adrift in existential despair, Birkin has only his life and his emotional and psychological condition in the now. He does not need punishment—he has been punished enough. And he does not expect forgiveness—he does not know what he has done.

He needs exactly what the New Testament Christ offers but what is missing from the Oxgodby Christ: Birkin needs love and mercy. The experience in Europe has cost him his faith in any sort of God directing the universe—after all, how could a God have allowed such mayhem for so long. If religious salvation means little to Birkin, the experience at Oxgodby convinces him of the authentic redemptive power of both love and mercy. This is not the love manifested by his attraction to the married Alice Keach, which Birkin wisely resists. It is his affection for the townspeople of Oxgodby, the camaraderie with Moon, and the tender friendship with Kathy. And he is moved to a genuine act of mercy in his emotional decision not to let the news of Moon’s discharge and his time in the brig disfigure their fellowship. Birkin grieves only at the thought of such a vibrant spirit locked away in the brig.

In this movement toward redemption, Birkin rejects the Christian God of judgment and punishment—embodied in the forbidding eyes of the Oxgodby Christ—and embraces a humanitarian gospel that elevates love and celebrates mercy. 

The Stove/The Lamp

In Birkin’s mind, people are dangerous, unreliable, and unpredictable, while machines are safe and reliable. When he checks out the church where he will be working for the summer, he is drawn first to the church’s ancient stove. It is a point of contention with the Reverend Keach that, because Birkin insists on staying in the bell tower, the church will have to provide heat, an expense not covered in their original contract. Even as Keach drones on about the insurance risk, Birkin admits, “I was examining the stove with great attention” (10) before spending two pages detailing the mechanism itself. “Mechanical things,” he admits, “fascinate me” (10).

Later when the Ellerbecks invite him to Sunday dinner, Birkin focuses away from the dinner table and concentrates his attention on a great oil lamp that hangs above the dining room table. He calls it “the room’s chiefest glory” (50), with its four brass chains, double knobs, “pink cut-glass paraffin reservoir,” and “encircling opaque globe” (50).

In lavishing such detail on mechanical objects, Birkin symbolizes the impact of combat fatigue. Gadgets are his moat and his sanctuary. His mind in recoil and his nerves shot, he cannot bring himself to engage in the complications of others. The war and his shattered marriage were striking and terrifying examples of what people can do. He finds comfort in studying the elements of a stove or a lamp because the more you study lamps and stoves the more they makes sense. Wives cheat; lamps provide light. Young men aim rifles at each other; stoves provide controlled heat. Light that wick or flip that switch, Birkin understands, and the machine will do exactly what it is designed to do. And most important for Birkin, when a machine breaks, it can be fixed, as he shows when he helps the congregation with its ancient organ. However, the summer respite will encourage Birkin to turn away from the solace of machines and ease back into relationships with unpredictable, unreliable, and unfathomable people. 

Narrative Perspective

A Month in the Country is a remembered narrative. It is a story related in the first-person by Birkin years after the summer of Birkin’s recovery. The frame is not intrusive, but it is there—Birkin mentions every so often how he is now looking back on those weeks. The close of the novel, however, brings the frame into definite perspective: “All this happened so long ago. And I never returned, never wrote, never met anyone who might have given me news of Oxgodby. So, in memory, it stays as I left it, a sealed room furnished by the past, airless, still, ink long dry on a put-down pen” (135).

The frame is not needed—the story of Birkin’s summer would have made an absorbing story. The frame, however, gives Birkin’s restoration parable its authenticity by providing perspective. Remove the frame, and the ending leaves open questions about Birkin’s recovery. The frame allows Birkin the privilege and the space to assert that the month in the country was in fact restorative. Many questions are left unanswered by the frame because they are the irrelevant narrative points of Birkin’s life. What is relevant is that whatever happens to him, and whatever turns his life might take as he leaves Oxgodby, he engages that life with all its shocks, surprises, and heartaches.

“The Lost Chord”

In a novel in which art plays such an elemental part in Birkin’s emotional and psychological restoration, music also figures in that recovery. Kathy brings the gramophone and stacks of records of hymns to help ease Birkin’s loneliness. From his room in the belfry, Birkin listens to the Sunday services and the hymns being played on the church’s harmonium. At the piano and organ warehouse, he listens to hymns played to test the organs for sale. But it is Kathy, with her sweet “fruity contralto” (39), who introduces Birkin to the unsuspected power of Christian music to move the spirit and restore the soul.

Kathy introduces Birkin to one hymn in particular, “The Lost Chord,” which she plays for him, her “moon face glowing” (38). She says, “I could play you some records. Sacred songs and solos” (39). As she works her way through a stack of wax recordings, it is the iconic Arthur Sullivan hymn that arrests and haunts Birkin the most. Its melody makes him think of the angels he is slowly recovering from the mural.

“The Lost Chord” is among the most storied hymns in British religious music. Its composer, known for his work in light opera as part of Gilbert and Sullivan, wrote the melody while he tended to his brother in his dying days. The poem, which Sullivan found in a magazine, told of a composer who dreams a chord so beautiful, it sounded like the “great Amen,” the last song anyone would need. The chord “quieted pain and sorrow” and thus promised “one perfect peace” to any who heard its gorgeous construct. The problem was, when the composer awoke he could not reconstruct the chord he heard, and such miraculous healing was lost. The composer decides he must wait for the Judgment to hear that perfect chord again.

For Birkin, the story told in the hymn offers special resonance. He is haunted by the war, shattered by his marriage, and adrift in existential despair. His interaction with the mural, and his tapping into the determination, courage, and idealism of the artist, begins his recovery. The dream of the composer in which he hears this great chord symbolizes Birkin’s own summer of recovery. As he departs Oxgodby, he is no longer haunted by his experience. He is guardedly hopeful now. He has felt the peace that is still possible and felt the reanimation of his heart. As he confesses in the closing paragraphs, he never returned to Oxgodby. It is lost to him—like that magical chord that could give peace—but its impact has stayed with him and left him stronger. 

The Siege of Passchendaele

A Month in the Country is a war novel in which no shots are fired. It is a novel about the effects of war. Birkin is a survivor of one of the costliest and most absurd battles in a war that gave rise to the term absurdism. As such, Birkin feels he is recovering from hell, in the idyllic summer of 1920.

The Siege of Passchendaele of 1917 (July 31-November 10) was no ordinary episode of war. Moon absently questions Birkin during one of their teas, “What are your feelings about growing old?” Birkin, speaking for all the survivors of Passchendaele, admits, “There can’t have been many of us who thought we’d need to worry about growing old” (81-81). Much like other literary characters of the Lost Generation who experienced the absurdities and brutalities of that war firsthand, Birkin seldom talks about the experience, seeing in the stiff upper lip of stoicism the only heroic way to deal with horrors beyond logic and comprehension. Although Birkin only mentions the siege by name once—when Alice Keach inquires whether he believes in hell (95)—the bloody and brutal battle has left Birkin feeling more like a casualty of war than a survivor. Birkin served as a signaler, a particularly vulnerable role requiring him to relay command messages across open miles of contested ground. He recalls, “Bodies split, heads blown off, groveling fear, shrieking fear, unspeakable fear” (95). Birkin describes his experience succinctly: “The world made mud!”

Even within the bloody annals of combat in the 20th century, the protracted campaign at Passchendaele on the Western Front in northwestern Belgium beggars comprehension. The campaign was as senseless and ill-advised as it was bloody. The Allied offensive, to storm its way into Axis strongholds across muddy and impassable fields, was doomed from its inception. Moving heavy artillery was impossible; supply lines failed; deafening shells exploded nearly continuously; trenches collapsed on soldiers due to the rain, trapping hundreds of soldiers under feet of mud; communication lines were compromised creating troop movement confusion; and poison gas was deployed on a wide scale as the battle grinded on. Troops on both sides were exhausted and starving—in the end, the Allied offensive cost more than half a million lives, and for that the Allied frontlines moved less than four miles. The battle epitomized the senselessness, and waste of what was termed when it finally ended “The War to End All Wars.”

It is only through the efforts of the Oxgodby community that Birkin can put Passchendaele in perspective enough to allow him the possibility of being at last a survivor and no longer a casualty. 

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