After Claude by Iris Owens

Ever since I read Dorothy Baker’s Cassandra at the Wedding back in the autumn of 2014, I’ve been searching for something similar, another hidden gem of a book with a spiky (anti-)heroine in the central role. While Iris Owens’ striking novel After Claude – first published in 1973 – doesn’t quite reach the same heights as Cassandra, for the majority of its 200 pages it comes pretty close. The story centres on a trainwreck of a woman, so outrageously forthright in her interactions with those around her that there are times when she makes Cassandra seem like a relatively normal, well-adjusted human being.

The character in question is Harriet, a fiercely intelligent lady with a razor-sharp line in cutting one-liners. The trouble is, she also displays a terrible lack of self-awareness and understanding of her impact on others. In her own mind, Harriet is a smart, considerate, lively companion; but in reality, the situation couldn’t be more different. She is lazy, rude, bitchy and relentlessly argumentative, always believing herself to be in the right whatever the circumstances or topic under discussion.

When we first meet Harriet, she is in the throes of reflecting on her very recent break-up with Claude, ‘the French rat,’ the man she has been living with for the past six months. The story is told through a series of flashbacks covering various timepoints in Harriet’s recent life – more specifically, the days leading up to her split with Claude, one or two interactions with her best friend, Maxine, and a disastrous evening spent with Claude and his friend, a French playboy names Charles.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, given the acrimonious nature of their break-up, Harriet paints a rather scathing picture of Claude. As far as she sees it, Claude – an assistant director of a French television news crew based in the US – is the somewhat uncommunicative, artistic type, often conveying his responses via facial expressions instead of words, especially where women are concerned.

He could talk for hours, days, but only on carefully selected topics, such as every disappointing course of his most recent meal. But discourse? Converse? Exchange ideas? Never, and certainly not with that brain-damaged segment of the population called women. (p.10)

The problem is, Harriet’s innate tendency to respond to virtually every comment with a counter-argument or snide remark has succeeded in alienating Claude to the point of no return. (The novel opens with an extended quarrel between Harriet and Claude on the artistic merits or not of a movie they’ve just seen, ‘a sort of Communist version of Christ’s life,’ as Harriet puts it. Naturally, she hated the film, and she outlines her objections with great gusto. The whole exchange is both painfully funny and sharply acerbic, a combination that sets the tone for the book itself.) Here’s a brief excerpt from one of their exchanges shortly before the split – Harriet is the first to speak.

“Are you hungry?” The creep still didn’t answer. The fact is that Claude, not having been raised by kidnappers, was habituated to regular meals, not scavenging.

“I’m not hungry.” It walked! It talked! It went to the kitchen and got itself a can of beer.

“I can’t find the opener,” he complained in that same hurt voice I’d been tolerating for two full weeks.

“Why don’t you telephone Paul Newman? I read he always wears a can opener around his neck, like a cross. Maybe he’ll lend you his.” (p. 19)

Shortly afterwards, Claude hits Harriet with the sucker punch. He wants her out of his flat by the following Monday, belongings and all; she has simply become far too difficult to live with.

“Me a bore?” I laughed, amazed that the rat would resort to such a bizarre accusation. I have since learned never to be amazed at what men will resort to when cornered by a woman’s intelligence.

“When you get an idea in your head, when you have an opinion, which is always, you’ve got to make a speech about it, not once, but ten times. If anyone manages to break in, you bury them; you grind them into little pieces with your big mouth. I’ve had it, Harriet. I want you out.” (p. 22)

The weekend ultimately ends with Harriet being driven to the Chelsea Hotel by Charles and Claude, but not before she has had an opportunity to change the locks on Claude’s apartment and been tackled by the police for trespassing on her (former) boyfriend’s property. Quite an eventful few days all in all.

Interspersed with the recollections of the dying days with Claude are passages on the only other significant relationships in Harriet’s life – those with her friends (or in the first case, ex-friend) Rhoda-Regina and Maxine. Here’s Harriet on Rhoda-Regina, her former friend from school, the girl she went travelling with some five years ago.

Rhoda-Regina had been my oldest and best friend. I’d known her almost as long as I’d known myself. We’d gone through school together, except that she, being insecure as a female, had gone on to collecting degrees. We’d sailed to Europe together, me to stay for five crucial years, during which I’d grown out of my Brooklyn chrysalis into a creature of indeterminate origins, while Rhoda-Regina had barely lasted through the summer, rushing back to her beloved highway-robber analyst like Dracula making dawn tracks to his coffin. (pp. 67-68)

Back in the story’s present day, Harriet has now succeeded in destroying any relationship she ever had with Rhoda-Regina as a result of her unreasonable behaviour as a tenant. After returning from Europe following a crisis some months earlier, Harriet turned to her old pal R-R, who agreed to take her in for a little while. Unfortunately, after another outrageous and terribly misjudged incident (this one designed to encourage the perennially uptight and stingy R-R to chill out a little), Harriet found herself out on the streets. It was at this point that she met Claude for the first time as his apartment just happened to be in the same block as Rhoda-Regina’s. So, for the last six months, Harriet has been running the gauntlet on entering and exiting the premises, desperately trying to avoid any unpleasant confrontations with R-R, her bête noire on the ground floor.

Harriet also bitches about her current best friend (quite possibly her only friend), the wealthy and pampered Maxine – both behind her back and directly to her face. Here’s a typical example – Maxine is the first to speak.

 “You’re lucky to have such a wonderful skin,” she crooned, but since she didn’t look up from her gold compact, I couldn’t tell which of us was supposed to be so lucky. She glanced up. “Not a wrinkle or a blemish. What do you use?”

“Sperm,” I said, damned if I’d let her drag me into one of her beauty commercials that begin with compliments and finish with her imploring me to consider plastic surgery. (p. 46)

And here’s one of Harriet’s personal observations on Maxine, so typical of Iris Owens’ ability to pepper her writing with pointed one-liners.

There was a sufficiency of rhinestones in her thong platforms to refinance the purchase of Manhattan. (p. 45)

In essence, After Claude is a character study, a portrait of a complex woman who says what she thinks without filtering anything or sparing anyone else’s feelings. She is uber-demanding, sarcastic and combative – and yet, underneath it all, there is a vulnerable, insecure woman, someone who is terrified of being on her own, especially if it means having to survive without a man. (There are several points in the novel when Harriet tries desperately to cling on to Claude, even though she knows in her heart of hearts that their relationship is over.)

As the story proceeded to unfold, I found myself growing increasingly fond of Harriet in spite of her many flaws and annoying habits. Yes, she is a car crash on legs, but she’s also very sharp and witty with it. During the novel, she turns her irreverent gaze on a number of stereotypes – the fussy and pretentious playboy, the self-satisfied domestic goddess, the bimbo air stewardess (who really does come across as a name-dropping airhead) – all to very good effect. While I wasn’t entirely convinced by the final section of the book, in which Harriet gets involved with the members of a drugged-up hippie sex cult (very 1960s/early ‘70s), I loved the rest of it.

To finish, I’ll leave the last word to Harriet. Here she is responding to a taxi driver’s comments on her resemblance to Anne Bancroft (I guess he must have had the character of Mrs. Robinson in mind here).

“I bet a lot of people have told you, you look like Anne Bancroft,” he said, gazing into his crystal ball.

“Why? Has she been complaining to you lately?” (p. 91)

After Claude was published by NYRB Classics; personal copy

30 thoughts on “After Claude by Iris Owens

  1. madamebibilophile

    Great review Jacqui! I agree – Harriet is absolutely appalling and yet Owens does capture her vulnerability too. I think you are a bit more charitable to her than I was when I was reading it ;-)

    1. JacquiWine Post author

      Ha, thank you! I didn’t realise that you had read this book. Did you write about it at the time? I’m very curious to see another review of this one…

  2. Brian Joseph

    Sadly I know a couple of people like Harriet. I guess most of us do. Though they are unbearable in read life they often make great material for novels. Sometimes as literary characters, one does become fond of them.

    1. JacquiWine Post author

      Yes, indeed. I found myself feeling quite sympathetic towards Harriet in spite of her terrible failings. As you say, it’s a little easier to take this view when reading about a character in literature than it is when you encounter them in real life!

    1. JacquiWine Post author

      Yes, that’s kind of how I felt about her too. A joy to observe on the page, but a potential nightmare to encounter in real life. It’s an interesting book – the style is very distinctive and possibly not to everyone’s tastes.

  3. Maureen Murphy

    Loved it, Jacqui. Yes, the “disaster on legs” can be unbearable (though definitely not boring) in real life but entertaining on the written page.

    Given your tastes, I think you might enjoy a recent film called “Ingrid Goes West.” It stars American actress Aubrey Plaza as a deeply troubled young woman who lost her mother quite recently. After a brush with the law, Ingrid cashes in her inheritance (which she stuffs in a knapsack) and moves out to Los Angeles to stalk a celebrity she has become enamored of on Instagram. It is quite powerful as its plot unfolds to show the quite “imperfect’ lives of the supposedly perfect media celebs Ingrid builds her life around. And, yes, Ingrid is a walking disaster area who wreaks a whirlwind of havoc on those good souls who take her in. Its ending is surprisingly moving.

    It may be out in the UK, I suggest watching on the telly at home, but, again, I think you would get a huge kick out of it some cold winter night.

    Take care, Maureen

    1. JacquiWine Post author

      What a great shout that is about Ingrid Goes West – she does indeed sound like a bit of modern-day Harriet! I haven’t seen the film yet, but I really want to. The trailer for it came up during the intros to the last film I went to see at the Curzon in London. They usually take the pick of the indie releases, so I’m glad to see that it comes with your recommendation too. The trailer looked great, I have to say. Elizabeth Olsen’s in it too – I loved her in Martha Marcy May Marlene, which if you haven’t seen I would highly recommend. Hopefully I’ll get a catch to catch Ingrid fairly soon – if not, I’m sure it’ll come out on DVD in the New Year. Many thanks, Maureen!

  4. bookbii

    Excellent review Jacqui, Harriet sounds like a real romp! I love how you describe her as a car crash on legs, a comment, I suspect, that might be worthy of Harriet herself though with considerably more affection.

  5. Jonathan

    It sounds brilliant, just my type of book. I especially like character studies of the sort of people I’d hate to spend five minutes with in real life.

    1. JacquiWine Post author

      Great! I think there’s a strong chance that you’ll take to this, Jonathan. It’s fun to observe someone like Harriet from a safe distance. Mind you, getting up-close-and-personal with her would be another matter altogether – way too stressful for many of us, I suspect.

  6. Caroline

    Oh this sounds great. Quite a find. I could imagine growing fond of Harriet myself. It sounds like there’s a lot of truth in her observations. Too bad about the ending though. It sounds a bit muddled.

    1. JacquiWine Post author

      Yes, in spite of her flaws and limitations she is very insightful. Muddled is a good word for the ending. It just seems to go right off the rails in the last third, and not in the best of ways either. It’s a bit of a pity as for the most part it’s a very spiky and well-observed book.

  7. Maureen Murphy

    Jacqui, I am now very intrigued to read this novel both to meet Harriet but also to analyze what does seem to be a construction flaw in the last third. Without having read it yet, some ways a book can “go off the rails” are:

    a.) In the case of someone who is big on early plot synopses, you could run into trouble if, either due to character development, or unexpected plot twists the “engine” of the novel has taken it to an unexpected place. If a writer sticks too much to the original “outline,” you could end up writing a last third or ending that seems a strange mismatch to what came before.

    b.) If this is more of a “few days in the life of” an outrageous character, with time breaks interspersed, but the character doesn’t really change from the beginning to the end, there is no problem with just dipping in to her life for a time, then leaving her to go on without you at the end, likely the same impossible person she was at the beginning. : ) In that case, it would help to analyze the book from beginning to end and make sure the reader understands their journey through the events in Harriet’s life, the time breaks are clearly delineated, and there is a graceful parting with her at some point, with no expectation of any dramatic resolution. Your visit with Harriet is, simply, come to an end. At least she is not ensconced on your living room couch with all her worldly possessions!

    The Coen Brothers film, Inside “Llewyn Davis” pulled this off. Davis is basically “the guy who is in the alley when Dylan sings,” a footnote to music history, but the film is beautifully structured, showing a short interlude in his life, and circles back on its own beginning at the end.

    (I am going to check out this book and come back with some more ideas later, if cool with you!)

    Thanks for a fascinating writer’s challenge!


    1. JacquiWine Post author

      Very interesting. Yes, I would be keen to hear your perspective on it once you’ve had a chance to read it. In this instance, I think it’s more a case of a) than b), but the variations in timeline do complicate matters somewhat. Either way, Harriet is a most intriguing character, a force of nature so to speak.

      1. Maureen Murphy

        That is what makes this so intriguing. There is enough “gold” here (the wonderful character) to make a study of the imperfections worthwhile. May have mentioned this before, but for sheer, technical perfection, I don’t know if any novel has ever exceeded “The End of the Affair” by Graham Greene. Measured by any standard, its construction is a thing of beauty.

        But the wonderful thing about literature is that there is only one “Harriet”.. and some clunky mess in the last third doesn’t negate that! Thanks for your interest… will get back to you as soon as I can.


        1. JacquiWine Post author

          Yes, indeed. That’s a great point about the novel’s main strength i.e. the creation and portrayal of Harriet’s character on the page. I found that aspect of the book utterly compelling.

    1. JacquiWine Post author

      Cool. I would love to hear your thoughts on it if you do decide to take the plunge. There are some interesting parallels between the two characters for sure – but if anything, Harriet is even more divisive than Cassandra. :)

  8. Guy Savage

    Jacqui: you’ve been MIA for a while so I’m stopping by to say I hope all is well. Hope you had a decent holiday w/o any illness (colds etc). Happy New Year

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