Stiff Upper Lip: Life Among the Diplomats
By Lawrence Durrell and Nicolas Bentley
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As the overseer of the kitchen at the British embassy in Vulgaria, De Mandeville has begun to abuse his power. He subjects the King’s guests to a blistering Madras curry, a French onion soup served without spoons, and a table so loaded with vegetation that the party can hardly see the food. But worst of all, he has begun to cook with garlic, that fragrant bulb so beloved by diplomats that it must be banned, lest foul breath cripple the Empire. De Mandeville is due for comeuppance, and no breath mint can save him now. “If Garlic Be the Food of Love” is only the first story in this invaluable peek at life in British diplomatic circles. After the ninth, the reader will wonder not how the British Empire came apart, but how De Mandeville, Polk-Mowbray, and the King’s other dips ever got it started in the first place.
Lawrence Durrell
Born in Jalandhar, British India, in 1912 to Indian-born British colonials, Lawrence Durrell was a critically hailed and beloved novelist, poet, humorist, and travel writer best known for the Alexandria Quartet novels, which were ranked by the Modern Library as among the greatest works of English literature in the twentieth century. A passionate and dedicated writer from an early age, Durrell’s prolific career also included the groundbreaking Avignon Quintet, whose first novel, Monsieur (1974), won the James Tait Black Memorial Prize, and whose third novel, Constance (1982), was nominated for the Booker Prize. He also penned the celebrated travel memoir Bitter Lemons of Cyprus (1957), which won the Duff Cooper Prize. Durrell corresponded with author Henry Miller for forty-five years, and Miller influenced much of his early work, including a provocative and controversial novel, The Black Book (1938). Durrell died in France in 1990.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5An anthology of stories of life in the British Diplomatic service. Often quite amusing.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5"Stiff Upper Lip" is the second of three of Lawrence Durrell's 'diplomatic' short story collections.These humorous stories are told by Antrobus,who hold a fairly high-ranking post in the British diplomatic service abroad.In this particular book,we meet members of the British Embassy in Vulgaria. Polk-Mowbray,De Manderville,Dovebasket,Wormwood et al,and as usual they get themselves in some terrible scrapes and tangles. These are usually brought about by the machinations of one or another of the younger embassy staff.There are 10 perfect little gems here and it is difficult to pick just one out,but I think I will opt for "The Iron Hand" which begins thus - Have you ever noticed (said Antrobus) that people called Percy are almost invariably imbeciles ? perhaps the name confirs a fateful instability upon the poor souls ; perhaps it is chosen as the most appropriate for those who,from birth,show all the signs of being lathe-turned morons....If (like me) you cannot get enough of that wonderfully funny writer P.G.Wodehouse,or you have simply read all of his books and want something in the same vein,then do try these three by Durrell.The drawings which head each story are by Nicholas Bentley and they compliment the writing perfectly.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5This is a collection of short stories mocking the British diplomatic corps. The unnamed narrator recounts the stories as told to him by his friend Antrobus, a former colleague in the diplomatic corps in a place called Vulgaria. Most of the stories involve some idea conceived by one of the British diplomats that goes horribly, but humorously, wrong. For example, the ambassador decides to become a beekeeper, but the bees take up residence in old stove, only to swarm out when an important minister is visiting the embassy. The stories are amusing, but I wouldn't run out and buy this book. As I was reading, I felt as though this was a collection of P.G. Wodehouse B-sides some publisher had dug out of the archives.
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Stiff Upper Lip - Lawrence Durrell
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If Garlic Be the Food of Love …
Every Wednesday now, in the winter, I lunch with Antrobus at his club, picking him up at the Foreign Office just before noon. I think he enjoys these meetings as much as I do for they enable him to reminisce about old times in the Foreign Service. For my part I am always glad to add an anecdote or two to my private Antrobus File—the groundwork upon which I one day hope to raise the monument of my own Diplomatic Memories.…
Yesterday his memory carried him back to Vulgaria again where he had served under Polk-Mowbray—and over De Mandeville—as Head of Chancery. Bitter days,
he mused. And perhaps one shouldn’t talk about them. De Mandeville was in a queer state all that spring; perhaps it had something to do with the phases of the moon? I don’t know. He was in a
Hamlet, Revenge!" sort of mood. The trouble seemed to centre about the Embassy table—as Third Sec. he had a watching brief on the food. It started I remembered with a series of Constance Spry table-decorations which made that otherwise fairly festive board look like an illustration from the Jungle Books. One could hardly carry a fork to one’s mouth without biting off a piece of fern by mistake. Slices of decorative pumpkin and marrow gave a Harvest Festival note to things. One peered at one’s guests through a forest of potted plants. Finally Polk-Mowbray put his foot down. De Mandeville became huffed. The next thing was he ordered Drage to serve everything from the right—in deference to a left-handed Trade Mission chief who was staying with us. It may have been tactful but it led to endless complications with us right-handed trenchermen who found everything upside down, and had to scuffle to rearrange our table-patterns as we sat down. And then what with Drage coming in so fast from the wrong side one was practically always out, hit-wicket on the soufflé. I tried to reason with De Mandeville but he only pouted and bridled. It was clear that he was in an ugly mood, old boy. I feared the worst. I have a sort of intuition about these things.
"The next thing in this chain of progressive sabotage was curry. De Mandeville had a series of Madras curries served. They were of such a blistering intensity that the entire Dutch Embassy had the inside of its collective mouth burned away—peeled off like bark from a tree, old boy. The Minister called on Polk-Mowbray in tenue and wanted to know if a state of war existed between England and Holland. His wife had to be treated for soft palate. A junior attaché went about saying that the Embassy food was full of quicklime and hinting darkly about damages. Naturally there were high words and massive contempts flying about which made Polk-Mowbray somewhat nervy. De Mandeville was sharply taken to task, but without avail. He next served an onion soup and black bread without soup-spoons. You know how long a rich onion soup takes to cool. Our little lunch-party dragged on almost to dusk, and several guests were lightly scalded because they neglected to take thermometer readings before gulping. The whole thing was gradually working up towards a climax. I saw it all coming and mentally, so to speak, closed my eyes and breathed a prayer to the Goddess of Diplomacy. I could not, however, guess from which quarter this warped and twisted Third Sec. might deliver the knock-out blow.
"Then … all this is in the strictest confidence, old man.… Then it came. Polk-Mowbray used to leave his office door wide open so I could see and hear all that went on therein. One morning I heard a familiar sort of row going on and I knew that the blow had fallen at last. Polk-Mowbray was hysterical. ‘I adjure you by the bones of Cromer’, he was yelling, ‘to answer me without prevarication. Have you been putting garlic in the food without telling anyone? Did you, wittingly or unwittingly plug that cassoulet, impregnate that lustreless salad, order the peas to be lightly simmered in the stuff before serving? Answer me at once, or in Heaven’s Name I’ll—’
"De Mandeville made a gobbling self-deprecating sort of sound and spread his manicured hands as he muttered something about garlic being eaten in all the best London houses. It toned up the nervous system. Some said it was the only specific for scabies. One would have to be very retrograde to imagine.… And so on in this style. Veins were throbbing all over poor Polk-Mowbray by this time. ‘Do not try to justify yourself,’ he thundered. ‘Answer me with a simple yea or nea. And take that beastly sensual smile off your face. If you choose to dine on heads of raw garlic with your scabrous chauffeur it is your business. But the Embassy table is sacred, do you hear? Sacred. If you do not answer truthfully I shall make you the subject of a General Paper to the Foreign Secretary.’ There was a short silence during which they glared at each other. Then De Mandeville threw back his chin and uttered the word ‘yes’ rather defiantly; he was wearing an obstinate Canine Defence League expression on his face. Polk-Mowbray levitated briefly and banged his desk with a triumphant. ‘Aha! So you did.’ It was clear that De Mandeville was in for one of those Searching Reproofs. His Chief now began to walk up and down his own carpet as he always did when he was moved. He Pointed The