Angus Wilson (1913–1991)

By Peter Faulkner, originally published in New Humanist, September 1991

The recent death of Angus Wilson has deprived humanism of one of its most committed and deviously eloquent voices. From the publication in 1949 of The Wrong Set to that in 1980 of Setting the World on Fire Wilson brilliantly, and at times savagely, exposed many aspects of English middle-class life, and recorded its competitions and humiliations, and above all its anxieties. Wilson did not start writing until early middle age, so that the short stories which form his first publications draw on several years of acute observation of human behaviour in the world of his experience — a world sometimes raffish, sometimes seedy, sometimes successful, but never solid and reliable. The great source of pleasure for the reader of the short stories continuing in Such Darling Dodos and A Bit Off the Map was Wilson’s wonderful ear for the varieties of English speech. The vision of life behind these stories is far from optimistic: their world is one of relationships turning into fetters, and attempts at freedom into loneliness and sometimes despair. But the authorial presence transforms the bleakness through the intelligence and wit of the presentation, so that the reader is enabled to see what the characters are blind to, and so achieve a sense of possibility denied to them.

Wilson had the courage to respond to the changing mood of the times by moving away from his earlier method in No Laughing Matter in 1967. This is a family saga remotely deriving from a writer like Galsworthy, but the treatment is a mixture of modes uniquely Wilson’s, combining direct narrative with parody, pastiche and dramatic interludes to convey the story of the six children of the Matthews family, and through them the changing shape of English bourgeois society in this century. As If By Magic (1973) is by contrast a peripatetic novel with moments of farce and tragedy (which come very close together), and ending with an intelligently critical allusion to one of Wilson’s obvious precursors, E. M. Forster. His final novel, Setting the World on Fire, attempted allegory about the England of the 1970s, but lacked the vivid speech characteristic of his best writing.

All in all Wilson’s is a remarkable achievement, but one that is sadly unrecognised at present. At a time when we are encouraged to acknowledge the work of Graham Greene, it is to be hoped that we may also think again of Angus Wilson, and return to his books for their bracing combination of a realistic acceptance of humanity in all its confusions with a humanistic belief in the possibilities of life and change.