While much might be made of this as an “abortion” novel, Daddy’s Gone A-Hunting is equally concerned with the plight of a well-to-to-woman in an unhappy late-1950s marriage. Ruth Whiting is at loose ends now that her boys have returned to their prestigious private school. Her eldest child, Angela—the reason teenage Ruth had been compelled by her father to marry Rex Whiting—will soon return to Oxford, but the mother-daughter relationship is strained. Angela feels her mother has no interest in her, while Ruth retains a certain degree of resentment of the child who set her life on a seemingly irrevocable course. Over the summer holiday, Ruth’s children have noticed she’s become a little barmy. They joke about it, but they are on to something. Underneath her conventional, gracious-hostess exterior, she’s fragmenting.

After seeing her boys off in London and before catching the train back to her well-appointed home in a quaint village on the outskirts of London, Ruth goes shopping. Among her purchases is a small cradle-shaped music box which plays the traditional English lullaby Goodbye Baby Bunting. Ruth tells herself that it’s for a neighbour’s young child, but she cannot part with it. It is a potent symbol of her experience of empty-nest syndrome as well as the abandonment she feels in the vulnerable-child part of her own psyche. Her husband, Rex Whiting, is a high-end dentist to celebrities, who stays in his London flat during the work week, ostensibly for the sake of convenience, but actually because adultery is a whole lot easier to manage at a distance.

Ruth is just descending into nervous collapse when her daughter suddenly returns home from Oxford to announce she’s pregnant. The “boyfriend” (if you can call him that) is cut from the same boorish cloth as Rex, and Angela certainly does not want to marry him. She also doesn’t want her father to know anything about her situation, believing he’d yell a great deal and likely force her into marriage. Ruth and Angela tentatively bond as they try to obtain abortion services for Angela. Abortion is illegal in the England of 1958.

I have no idea how well Ruth and Angela’s experience seeking abortion reflects that of actual English women in the mid-twentieth century, but the novel made me interested in finding out more.

To her credit, Mortimer provides a realistic conclusion. Mother and daughter have not become kindred spirits, but they share a secret, and Ruth has gained some confidence by competently helping her daughter to steer her life in a different direction from her own.

An absorbing novel. Recommended. ( )

This book, written in 1958, seems more pertinent than ever after the overturning of Roe v. Wade
"My personhood was erased and overwritten with MOTHER before I even knew who I was."

Ruth is a sad and desperate housewife in suburban London. Her overbearing and cruel husband Rex works in the city and is home only on the weekends for the neighborly rounds of cocktail parties and Sunday brunches. Their boys are away at boarding school and their daughter Angela is in her first year at Oxford. As I began this sad story of Ruth's lonely life, I was immediately reminded of the lives of the women Betty Friedan described in her ground-breaking book The Feminine Mystique.

Then Angela comes home to tell her mother she is pregnant. Ruth is immediately thrown back to her own youth and her own unwanted pregnancy (with Angela), which led to her marriage to Rex. She doesn't want her daughter to experience the same lack of choices and the consequences that she did. And so the quest for a safe abortion for Angela begins, a not so easy task in the 1950's when abortion was illegal in England (and probably most other countries).

The emphasis on the plight of the 50's housewife is beautifully written. The book explores loneliness, isolation, and mental health (not to mention reproductive rights). Although the book is more than 60 years old, it felt very relevant to me.

Recommended.
3 1/2 stars

First Line: "Ruth Whiting stepped out of the high train directly it stopped."

Last line: "Avoiding the carelessly abandoned bicycles, the gum boots, she went into the house." ( )

Penelope Mortimer es una genia. Una escritora difícil e incómoda pero con una capacidad para mantener el interés en ese mundo en el que consigue introducirnos al inicio de la novela. Nada es anecdótico ni superficial aquí, ni los secundarios se salvan de la representación, y el lenguaje es determinante.
La novela comienza describiendo el contexto de los lujosos suburbios londinenses en el que se desenvuelven las clases medias adineradas, igualadas como alumnos de la misma clase, “son todos prácticamente de la misma edad, visten el mismo tipo de ropa, y están especializados, con casi indistinguibles grados de éxito, en la asignatura del dinero.”
Pero rápidamente comienza una segunda parte en la que salta el conflicto que la protagonista, Ruth, debe solucionar mientras papaíto sale a cazar un conejo para envolver con su piel al bebé.
Ruth termina su cometido con éxito y se redime en cierta medida, pero no consigue rematar la jugada, porque sabe, como Santa Teresa, y casi 30 años antes que Capote, que se derraman más lágrimas por las plegarias atendidas que por las que no han tenido respuesta. Y la suya era “la última evasión, una plegaria no atendida, imposible de atender.”
Ma-ra-vi-llo-sa ( )

Una nueva y cáustica obra de la autora de El devorador de calabazas. Un clásico del feminismo inglés. Una novela sobre las expectativas de las «mujeres desesperadas» que se quedan en casa a regañadientes, lidiando con el matrimonio, el aborto, el aislamiento, en busca de la Nueva Mujer.

En el suburbio donde vive Ruth Whiting, las esposas se ajustan a un código de vestimenta, dirigen sus casas de una forma aburrida y prosaica, crían a sus hijos de la misma manera; todas prefieren el café al té, conducen, juegan al bridge, poseen al menos una joya valiosa y son moderadamente atractivas. Sin embargo, Ruth se está volviendo loca. O, para decirlo de un modo políticamente correcto, acaba de sufrir «un leve ataque de nervios». Aunque la realidad es mucho menos dulce. Ruth se está volviendo loca porque su vida la está matando y su enajenación se ve agravada por la indiferencia de todos los que la rodean. Y es entonces cuando ocurre lo inesperado: su hija universitaria se queda embarazada de un compañero que resulta ser un estúpido, y Ruth se ve obligada a enfrentarse a sus peores miedos.

First published in 1958 this is a novel about a very depressed woman. Her husband is not very nice (at least I didn't think so) her daughter is almost grown up, at Oxford, and her two boys away at boarding school most of the year. She has a dull, boring life, and feels useless. she suffers a breakdown, and upon her almost recovery - still feeling very fragile, she has to contend with her daughter's terrible secret. The situation leads her to think a lot about her own life, and reflect on marriage, and her role as a mother. This is so well written and almost unputdownable, I found Ruth a brilliant sympathetic character, I really engaged with her. There is also a lovely touch of humor in this novel, which is never actually depressing to read. ( )