This review is based on the one I wrote for 'The Garden Party'.
If you like Penelope Lively or Tracy Chevalier, chances are you will love Katherine Mansfield's stories.
This is a collection of captivating short stories about life in the early 20th century. The author is a painter with words - she beautifully captures the colours, textures and atmosphere of the places and people she writes about, encapsulating a beauty and tranquillity that existed before the technological age; yet her stories are in no way sentimental. On the contrary, there is an edgy, almost surreal quality about them, and they seem to loiter at the fragile limits of concrete experience and human equanimity. They tap into real human feelings, never presuming to analyse fully, but only to understand with deep empathy the concerns, wishes, hopes and dreams that flow through our lives. Mansfield crafts each story with care - though seamlessly - and so each one satisfies the reader by having a theme, a development of it, and a resolution (even if this is an emotional state rather than a dramatic event). Finally, I wouldn't want you to assume that these stories are dreamy or passive. There are also some powerful and dramatic elements, so that reading them can be an emotionally intense experience. For example, 'The Little Governess' bowls you along unwittingly, in happy oblivion, until - but I wouldn't want to spoil it for you. The eponymous 'Bliss' explores the intense experience of joy in relation to beauty, and of joy and beauty in relation to cold hard reality.
Katherine Mansfield, who as a short-story writer has been compared to Chekhov, died at the age of 34 and does not seem to be as well recognised today as she fully deserves. Somehow the poignancy of her early death seems to be presaged in the numinous quality of these stories. There often seems to be a gently hovering question mark: it there a meta-narrative - some higher reality? But Mansfield's answer is to create a richer experience of the 'here and now' of her time.