Snobbery Or Maintaining Standards? #thoughtpiece #Benschott #jeevesandtheleapoffaith

As a child, growing up in leafy if somewhat reserved Surrey in the 1960s – think Downton Abbey without the money or titles in so far as rules of behaviour were concerned – I was often challenged by cutlery, the correct usage thereof. You’d think, once you’d mastered the motor skills needed to (a) scoop with a spoon (b) cut with a knife and (c) spear with a fork by the time you’re, what? Two, three? You’d think that was it done and dusted, let’s learn something else.

Oh no, there were rules, codes of behaviour. Let’s start with the knife. The knife was held in the right hand, the fork in the left. Always. None of this cut with the knife, lay the knife down and spear with the fork, all using one hand. Far too New World for my mother. And, in holding the knife, you held it thus…

never thus…

‘It’s not a pen, Geoffrey…’

The fork, of course was not for scooping; therefore you only used the back and, if you needed to hold something down, the prongs. You didn’t spear and eat, any more that you scooped and ate. Consequently, I never ate a pea that hadn’t been squished on the back of the fork until I left home at 18.

You would imagine the spoon was simple and, so long as you used a fork to ensure some reluctant piece of pudding made its way into the bowl, rather than the expedient use of a finger to corral it, you’d be right… until you encountered soup. Then for reasons that can only have been to puzzle and discombobulate the uninitiated, you no longer drew the spoon and the soup towards you; nope, you collected the soup by pushing it away from you. And if that wasn’t enough for one day, class, then don’t let me see you turning the soup spoon round and pushing it, endways into you mouth. No, soup was eaten from the side of the spoon, often necessitating a rather unpleasant slurping sound, which it seemed was preferable to pointing the spoon in the wrong direction.

As for never cutting a bread roll (you always break it even if you bestipple your neighbours in crumbs by so doing), the correct way to use a fish knife and fork (of course you must only use a fish knife and fork for fish) to fillet say a dover sole or similar, well, that’s PhD level etiquette right there.

I mention these terrors that stay with me to this day – my delightful wife holds her knife all wrong and I can recall worrying that my mother might think her somewhat outré for her louche habits when I first took her home, such was my indoctrination – because I had a distinct deja vu moment when listening to the otherwise delightful Ben Schott’s new book, Jeeves and The Leap Of Faith. This is Scott’s second take on the classic Bertie Wooster and Jeeves tales originated by the master story teller PG Woodhouse and as a lover of Woodhouse I came to his first book a little nervously. I shouldn’t have worried; he is a master in his own right and if you’ve ever enjoyed the originals I certainly recommend you try Schott’s take.

However… you could feel a ‘but’ coming, couldn’t you, like an unmedicated Aunt. In the same way that, if reading a book, little things like typos or continuity faux pas grind ones gears, when listening to an audio book the narrator’s voice must be correct for the nature of the book. In this case the voice was pitch perfect and the delivery of Jeeves’ lines delightful. Then…

Then Bertie visits Cambridge in disguise – he’s an Oxford man so a fish out of water – and he stays at Gonville and Caius college. The first time the college’s name was spoken it was by a Scottish Lord, informing Bertie of his mission (I’ll let you read or listen to find out what that’s all about). He mispronounces Caius so it is enunciated as it is written, phonetically ‘kai-us’ rather that the utterly ludicrous and pretentious way you are meant to say it as ‘keys’. I awaited the joke, Bertie pointing out the error but no. This went on, and on… In fact later in the book the author does make a joke around that mispronunciation and it is totally splattered by the narrator.

I was probably in my 20s before I realised this error. I was made to feel foolish for my ignorance, though how on earth one is meant to know, by instinct how to mispronounce so many names has yet to be explained. So many place names are similarly chewed up and spat out in order to confuse. Everyone falls foul of this and one needs to be sympathetic.

Why should the narrator know what’s right and what’s not (he also mangled Magdalene College too, but passing on) if he’s not been told? No reason at all. And yet… it took away a chunk of my enjoyment of the book, which, as I say is a fine piece of work.

I am a victim of the snobbery, inculcated in me as a youngster and however fair-minded and liberal I like to think I am, there are some things that it is bloody hard to shake off. Does that make me a snob (I fear so) or just someone who wants to try and maintain standards (as mum would have seen it).

I’m none too sure; all I can say is I hope they correct it, simply to pacify the likes of me.

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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26 Responses to Snobbery Or Maintaining Standards? #thoughtpiece #Benschott #jeevesandtheleapoffaith

  1. arlingwoman says:

    I have mispronounced countless words. E.B White said “if you don’t know how to pronounce a word, say it loud. Someone will correct you.” In my younger days I saw a lot of words only in print, so pronunciation was a gamble. That’s true today, today to some extent, but now I have colleagues who say “Oh, is that how you say that??” as though I might be right. The latest one was artisanal and when I found out the right pronunciation, I thought, well that sounds so much better. I should just google pronunciation more. As for knives and forks, being left handed, the “proper” way would suit me fine, except for piling up the food on the wrong side. I’ve seen people do that, but it seemed a misuse of a good tool.


  2. Sue Vincent says:

    I don’t have a problem with the vagaries of pronunciation where names are concerned… far too many to worry about. But heaven help he who holds his knife incorrectly at the dinner table… makes a noise scraping spoon against dish or publicly spears a pea…
    Weird how these things stick with you lifelong…
    Is it snobbery, when it is so deeply ingrained? Or are good manners simply an expression of respect for those you are with?

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  3. I don’t hold my knife either of those pictured ways! Rather with the index finger resting on the spine of it and the handle going into my palm. I always assumed the directional soup spoon thing was so you didn’t drip it into your lap. I notice the way people hold pens much more… are there U and non-U ways?
    Never heard of G&C until meeting Jerry.

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  4. gordon759 says:

    Are you a snob? the pedant inside me says perhaps, but only eventually.
    You are not a cobbler’s apprentice.
    You may be a member of the lower orders.
    But you have certainly played cricket with a soft ball.
    All these are snobs

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  5. gordon759 says:

    I just remembered that some time ago I posted a blog about the curious tradition of pressing peas on the back of the knife. Here it is;

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  6. Mary Smith says:

    My mother was a stickler for the correct handling of one’s cutlery! Years of conditioning make me wince when I see someone holding their knife the wrong way but I’m definitely not a snob.

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  7. Chel Owens says:

    I suppose this is why you make up for it with the pastiche poetry?

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  8. I try not to get maudlin about my errors

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  9. Widdershins says:

    Being right-handed, I decided at an early age that the piece of cutlery which conveyeth food unto one’s mouth ought to be in one’s dominant hand – the fork, and the spoon.
    My parents, and to lesser degrees everyone I’ve been in a relationship with, has commented with varying degrees of approval on this strange quirk.
    I have ignored them all and continue to transfer my food from plate to mouth in the most efficient and effective way possible.

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  10. Jennie says:

    I feel your pain. I cringe watching others misuse their utensils. Even something as minuscule as spooning the soup in reverse direction is in my blood.

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  11. I eat my peas with honey
    I’ve done it all my life
    They taste a wee bit funny
    But it keeps them on the knife

    Often quoted by my grandfather at dinner time. I hasten to add it reflected none of our table manners!

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  12. Eileen says:

    Growing up in America, my mother inculcated Emily Post rules of manners far more seriously than the ten commandments.

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