Paul Gallico’s Jennie (1950) was first published in the US as The Abandoned. It’s a fantasy novel that will appeal especially to cat-lovers but also to readers with a heart in the right place. Many of Gallico’s works are unashamedly sentimental, and I feel that the world’s better because of that.
Young eight-year-old Peter Brown had wanted to own a cat but
his Scotch Nanny was averse to the animals. His mother and father seemed
distant; she was always out gallivanting and he was too busy doing soldierly
things as a Colonel. When Peter’s father was away his mother was ‘unhappy and bored
and went off with friends a great deal seeking amusement’. (p33)
It starts with Peter in bed after a traffic accident – he’d
been running across the road after a tabby striped kitten when he was hit by a
vehicle. Then when he wakes up, he realises he is a cat, no longer a boy, and
Nanny chases him out of the house! So his adventure begins.
Almost immediately he encounters a nasty yellow tom cat,
Dempsey, who brutally savages him for ‘trespassing’. Badly cut and battered,
Peter is nursed back to health by a small tabby with an enigmatic smile –
Jennie.
When Peter explains his predicament, Jennie believes him,
simply because he doesn’t exhibit any of the normal traits of a cat. She sets about teaching him how to be a cat. ‘Oh, dear,’
said Peter, who never did much enjoy having to learn things… (p36)Typical boy,
then.
When he mentions Nanny not liking cats, Jennie is philosophical about that: ‘There are people who don’t, and we can understand and respect them for it. Sometimes we like to tease them a little by rubbing up against them, or getting into their laps just to see them jump. They can’t help it any more than we can help not liking certain kinds of people and not wanting to have anything to do with them. But at least we know where we stand when we come across someone like your Nanny. It’s the people who love us, or say they love us and then hurt us, who…’ (p34)
When he mentions Nanny not liking cats, Jennie is philosophical about that: ‘There are people who don’t, and we can understand and respect them for it. Sometimes we like to tease them a little by rubbing up against them, or getting into their laps just to see them jump. They can’t help it any more than we can help not liking certain kinds of people and not wanting to have anything to do with them. But at least we know where we stand when we come across someone like your Nanny. It’s the people who love us, or say they love us and then hurt us, who…’ (p34)
One of Jennie’s useful (and amusing) tips is that ‘Whatever
the situation, whatever difficulty you may be in, you can’t go wrong if you
wash.’ (p38) ‘Peter, who like all boys
had no objection to being reasonably clean, but not too clean, saw the problem of washing looming up large and
threatening to occupy all of his time. (p39)
Apparently, Jennie’s ancestors were from North Africa; several
of them were ship’s cats in the Spanish Armada; her mother’s ancestor was
wrecked on the coast of Scotland.
After a few adventures, the two cats sneak on to the ship
Countess of Greenock. Jennie fancies visiting some relatives. To pay their way,
they catch several mice and offer them as trophies to the ship’s crew; they’re
hired. The crew was an odd assortment; Peter’s favourite among the officers was
the second mate, Mr Carluke, ‘who looked somewhat like an inoffensive stoat,
and who wrote Wild West and cowboy and Indian stories for the tuppenny
dreadfuls and serial magazines in his spare time to eke out his income.’ (p91)
Throughout, Gallico provides little insights. Here, when he
decides to wash the body of Jennie, fished out of the sea (this isn’t a
spoiler, there’s a clue in the book cover, if you look closely!): ‘… and in
every stroke there was love and regret and longing, and the beginning the awful
loneliness that comes when a loved one has gone away. Already he was missing
and wanting and needing her more than he ever dreamed he could when she had
been alive.’ (p110)
It’s a moral tale, too: ‘He knew that neither he nor she
would ever forget, that a thoughtless cruelty can be too late repented of, that
life does not take cognizance of how one feels or what one would like to do to
make up for past errors, but moves inexorably, and that the burden is more
often “too late, too late” rather than “just in time”.’ (p150)
‘In the main, on this walk across a portion of London, Peter
found cats to be very like people. Some were mean and small and pernickety, and
insisted upon all their rights even when asked politely to share; others were
broadminded and hospitable…’ (p157)
And, when escaping two vicious dogs: ‘… flying over
obstacles with not only the speed and agility of cats, but with that extra
something that is lent to the limbs and the feet when a great weight has been
lifted from the spirit.’ (p139)
Of course his descriptions of cat behaviour are not the only
little gems. Good writers are observant: ‘Everywhere the geraniums in their
pots were full, rich, ripe, and blooming juicily, the leaves thick and velvety,
and each blossom shedding fragrance so that the room was filled with the sweet,
pungent, and slightly peppery geranium scent.
It’s also a love story: ‘… each drop she shed, each nick or
bite, cut or scratch she suffered for him and thus it was no suffering at all.’
(p219)
And it’s a tale of bravery: notably when Peter faces Dempsey
again in a near-fatal fight. Incidentally, Gallico began his writing career as
a sports writer in 1920; he had an interview with boxer Jack Dempsey in which
he asked Dempsey to spar with him. He then described how it felt to be knocked out
by the heavyweight champion!
It’s not surprising that Gallico shows a great empathy for
cats. In 1936 he bought a house on top of a hill at Salcombe in South Devon and
settled down for a year with a Great Dane and twenty-three assorted cats! (His second
marriage lasted one year and ended in divorce in 1936…)
Among the many books Paul Gallico wrote, the most famous are
perhaps Thomasina, The Snow Goose, The
Adventures of Hiram Holliday, the charwoman Mrs Harris series, and The
Poseidon Adventure. He died in 1976, aged 78.
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