Perfect Wives in Ideal Homes

Virginia Nicholson

The Story of Women in the 1950s

Published by Viking 5 March 2015

544pp, hardback, £16.99

Reviewed by Jessica Mann

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No period ever seems as strange and unfamiliar as one which is well within living memory. Virginia Nicholson likens her journey into the decade of her birth to ‘alighting on another planet’ and says that ‘researching the 1950s has often felt like time travel.’  Her portrait of subservient wives and sexually ignorant (or innocent) females is certainly one that comes from a different world.

In material terms the period should be divided into two sections. The early years were a continuation, in some cases an intensification, of wartime and postwar austerity. Rationing of some basic food did not end until 1954. In the second half of the decade prosperity crept in and  it became possible to splash out on food, clothes, holidays and gadgets. In 1953, so few people owned television sets that anyone who did was besieged by friends and neighbours on coronation day.

Nicholson makes the original suggestion that the Queen’s coronation was, for women, the defining event of the decade. Having myself, as a teenager, been one of the sodden crowd in the Mall, drenched by incessant rain, thrilled by the news of the conquest of Everest, excited by the brief glimpse of a gold coach carrying a sparkling white figure, I can’t say that the event defined anything for me. The day was ‘consecrated to family values, (and spoke) eloquently of our nation’s attitude to women’. This seems a curious statement, given that Elizabeth II was never, in any circumstances, going to be in second place, unlike nearly all her female subjects in nearly all circumstances.  However Nicholson sees the Queen as the fifties’ ideal woman, who would ‘relinquish any claim to idiosyncracy, human fallibility or selfhood.’

This book gives many instances of women who did just that, particularly those who deferred in every way to their husbands, or indeed, just to men. Several  examples describe women who gave up all their own hobbies, interests and friends on getting married; with the husband at once father, lover, boss and jailer, perhaps one should not be surprised or disgusted by the man who punished his  wife for swearing by  confiscating her pearls  for seven years. Part of this perpetual childishness of the unequal wife was, in sadly many cases, a total ignorance of human biology. Young women were taken by surprise by their periods, didn’t know what would happen on their wedding night, and, tragically, some passed their whole lives without realizing that   what happened in bed could give women any pleasure.

There are stories of unmarried mothers and their helplessness when their babies were taken away for adoption; of a Jamaican nurse offered a grass skirt to wear at a student entertainment; of clever young graduates denied promotion and paid a fraction of what male contemporaries earned. An unavoidable essential to understanding the period is men’s attitude to women, and even more important, women’s attitude to themselves, best expressed by the big circulation women’s magazines. ‘Don’t try to be the boss.’ It was against nature for women to perform tasks that should be a husband’s job, or for him to help with hers, whether it was the arduous whitening of the Northern housewife’s front door step or simply looking after the children.

Nicholson who was five when the decade ended, has written a fascinating and fluent account of what she believes was an enchanted period, ‘washed with gaiety, innocence and grainy colours.’  I was thirteen in 1950, and remember those years very differently.  Looking back from the far side of the chasm between the postwar era and the post liberation era, I am reminded that my teenage years have already become the past that is a foreign country.

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