Look Back in Anger Book

I think what happened was that after the huge horror of World War Two and the major effort to remake society in Britain (welfare state, National Health Service) there was a kind of national exhaustion, a slumping into armchairs, and those too young to have fought those battles took the exhaustion for complacency and in the early 50s got really fed up about it, and hence the Angry Young Men - Jimmy Porter in Look Back in Anger (first produced in May 1956) was more or less the first of those. He arrived at the same time that the teddyboys were smashing up seats in cinemas when they went to see Rock Around the Clock (released March 1956). Elvis, Jerry Lee Lewis, Little Richard and the rest of the rockers were just around the corner, waiting to turn the anger into joy.

So you might think that this angry play was just the kind of kick-start required - that's what it was seen to be at the time. But when you get to actually read it, or see it or see the 1959 film, it's like sticking your hand in a food blender. A really unpleasant experience.

Jimmy Porter is a guy who pours out a constant stream of belittling bile and contempt over anything and everything in his poxy life but mostly all over his wife and her female friend. He's almost but not quite the guy who when his wife undercooks the bacon gives her a black eye and then says look what you made me do. The wife meanwhile is a total doormat. She takes the hours upon hours of psychological bullying because she understands that really he's a tortured genius who loves her and his pain is caused by the wicked world which persists in not recognising his genius and forcing him to live in a tiny one room flat and sell confectionary in a market place even though his brain is the size of the planet Jupiter at least and he's really sensitive and watched his father die when he was 10, boo hoo. What Jimmy Porter needs is a solid pistol whipping from Sonny Corleone, but (spoiler alert) this does not happen.

A FEW OF JIMMY'S AMUSING REMARKS

Have you ever noticed how noisy women are? Have you? The way they kick the floor about, simply walking over it? Or have you watched them sitting at their dressing tables, dropping their weapons and banging their bits of boxes and brushes and lipsticks?. I've watched her doing it night after night. When you see a woman in front of her bedroom mirror, you realise what a refined sort of butcher she is.

I know that the only way of finding out what's going on is to catch them when they don't know you're looking. When she goes out, I go through everything - trunks, cases, drawers, bookcase, everything. Why? I want to know if I'm being betrayed.

My wife… sweet and sticky on the outside, and sink your teeth in it, inside, all white, messy and disgusting.

I've no public school scruples about hitting girls.

Why why why why do we let these women bleed us to death?

The plot of the play is pure male fantasy - he spends an hour bullying his wife, then her female friend arrives so he bullies her too, then the wife leaves him (hurray!) then the wife's friend falls into his arms saying she just loves a bit of rough. Jimmy's nastiness is all explained by his acute sensitivity and how he was a lonely little boy and now he's an over-educated market trader in a world where he should be president of everything. So that's why he hates women.

Look Back in Anger was one of those famous British productions I had never read or seen before so I thought I'd tick it off, and now I'm sorry I did.