Utopia 500 years (Plumtopia 5)

You may not have noticed, in the hullabaloo of 2016, that this year marked the 500th anniversary of Sir Thomas Moore’s Utopia. As the year draws to a close (and good riddance to it) I wanted to spend a few moments reflecting on Plumtopia, which celebrates a more humble fifth anniversary this year.

Utopia woodcut

Sir Thomas Moore invented the word Utopia as a name for the fictional world he created in 1516. The word is derived ‘from the Greek ou-topos meaning ‘no place‘*. Few people today have read Moore’s original work, but the term he created has evolved to acquire meaning of its own.

Oxford Dictionaries Online give as their definition:

…an imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect: The opposite of dystopia.

It’s not a definition I’m happy with. It expresses the thoroughness with which any form of ideal or idealism is dismissed in the modern age. It insists that Utopia can only be imagined. As few people would argue that perfection is possible, it discredits ‘Utopian’ thinkers before they’ve even opened their mouths.

This is not so ‘off topic’ as you might think. Returning to my first piece in August 2011, I began this blog in Search of Plumtopia:

Wodehouse, affectionately known as Plum, sets such pleasingly lofty standards for humanity that perhaps what I’m really seeking is Plumtopia.

The decision to blend Utopia with Wodehouse’s ‘Plum’ (the name by which he was known throughout his life) was a conscious decision that reflected my purpose exactly. I was disgruntled with the world, and felt the world Wodehouse created would make a better one. Five years later, I’ve seen more of the world, but I’m no more gruntled with it than I was in 2011. And I continue to hold the unfashionable notion that ideals are worth striving for.

Plumtopia has not fulfilled the serious-minded promise of this first post, but the 500th anniversary of Utopia provides a fitting occasion to revisit my original idea of Wodehouse’s world as a Utopian ideal. This may cause some of you to click your tongues.

He then said something about modern enlightened thought which I cannot repeat.

Joy in the Morning (1946)

Rest assured I shall resume my usual hearty ‘what ho-ing’ in due course, but in the meantime I hope you’ll indulge me.

The world Wodehouse created doesn’t quite fit the given definition of Utopia. As fiction, it is a part-imagined, part Edwardian. Wodehouse expert Norman Murphy has made countless connections between the characters and locations in Wodehouse’s fiction and real-life examples. And Wodehouse himself, in a 1946 preface to Joy in the Morning, said:

The world of which I have been writing every since I was so high, the world of the Drones Club and the lads who congregate there was always a small world –one of the smallest I ever met, as Bertie Wooster would say. It was bounded on the east by St. James’s Street. on the west by Hyde park Corner, by Oxford Street on the north and by Piccadilly on the south. And now it is not even small, it is non-existent.

Although the world Wodehouse depicted is recognisably of its time (and beyond the Drones stories, takes in much wider territory than London SW1), many people believe it never existed at all.  Perhaps this is due to the things he left out – war, violence, poverty, injustice, death and disease are, with rare exceptions, absent from his writing.

It’s not my place to speculate on Wodehouse’s reasons, but none of these subjects are intrinsically funny and it’s not unreasonable that a writer of humour should give them a wide berth. The result is a world that feels slightly unreal, but it’s not a perfect world.

Wodehouse’s world is filled with human imperfection — snobbery, pride, duplicity and greed are ‘necessary’ evils for an author who needs something unpleasant for his heroes and heroines to overcome.  There is wealth inequality too, though not poverty. Many of Wodehouse’s stories feature impecunious heroes, heroines, and a few minor villains,  looking to improve their situation. And they usually succeed (Wodehouse was a great redistributor of wealth).

Wodehouse’s Blandings: his most idyllic setting

While falling short of perfection, Wodehouse’s world undoubtedly improves upon reality. His characters employed in menial positions are respected in their roles, treated fairly, and live comfortably free from want. At the upper end of the spectrum, his aristocrats and wealthy business magnates are ‘mostly harmless’ (to borrow from Douglas Adams). While they may not demonstrate the high moral standards we like to see in persons of stature, they do not abuse their servants, or take yachting tours of favourite tax havens with friends from the arms-trade.

The opportunities for women in Wodehouse’s world are least as good as Wodehouse’s contemporaries, often better. Women from different social backgrounds take part and succeed in a broad range of careers and activities. They need not be young or beautiful, and finding love is not their only purpose. There isn’t a single preferred model of man or womanhood that must be conformed to.

The sun is almost always shining. And the ideal ratio of village pubs per inhabitant is 1:1.

Put simply, there’s a lot to like!

Wodehouse’s idyllic creation has its critics, who object, as far as I can understand the argument, on the grounds that he presents an idealised view of Britain that brushes socio-economic issues under the carpet, and romanticises the aristocracy. As George Orwell put it:

…Wodehouse’s real sin has been to present the English upper classes as much nicer people than they are.

George Orwell In Defence of P. G. Wodehouse (1946)

There’s some truth in the assertion, but it’s a blinkered sort of truth because Wodehouse presents people from all walks of life as our better, brighter selves. He avoids difficult and unpleasant truths, and softens the edges of human folly so that we may laugh at them together. He doesn’t just idealise the aristocracy, as so often claimed. Wodehouse idealises us all.

It has long been my view that the messages we take from Wodehouse’s work are the ones we bring to it ourselves. P.G. Wodehouse didn’t set out to create a Utopian ideal. This is something I’ve divined from the world he created which, free from the worst excesses of human behaviour, seems a great improvement on our own.

To give Wodehouse the penultimate word:

JoyInTheMorningI suppose one thing that makes these drones of mine seem creatures of a dead past is that with the exception of Oofy Prosser, the club millionaire, they are genial and good tempered friends of all the world. In these days when everybody hates everybody else, anyone who is not snarling at something – or at everything – is an anachronism.

Preface to Joy in the Morning

I may be silly (although in 2016, who could tell) but I think Wodehouse’s world is one worth striving for.

Cheers and best wishes to you all for a happy, hearty new year, and much Joy in the Morning !


Footnotes & Further Reading

* Source: Notes on Utopia from the British Library online

** Thomas Moore’s dissatisfaction with English society, 500 years ago, still strike a chord in 2016:

…for what justice is there in this: that a nobleman, a goldsmith, a banker, or any other man, that either does nothing at all, or, at best, is employed in things that are of no use to the public, should live in great luxury and splendour upon what is so ill acquired, and a mean man, a carter, a smith, or a ploughman, that works harder even than the beasts themselves, and is employed in labours so necessary, that no commonwealth could hold out a year without them, can only earn so poor a livelihood and must lead so miserable a life, that the condition of the beasts is much better than theirs?  For as the beasts do not work so constantly, so they feed almost as well, and with more pleasure, and have no anxiety about what is to come, whilst these men are depressed by a barren and fruitless employment, and tormented with the apprehensions of want in their old age; since that which they get by their daily labour does but maintain them at present, and is consumed as fast as it comes in, there is no overplus left to lay up for old age.

from Utopia (1516)


12 thoughts on “Utopia 500 years (Plumtopia 5)

  1. May you be thoroughly gruntled in 2017, and long may Plumtopia flourish. I certainly prefer Wodehouse’s world to Thomas More’s … I’d take his strictures on society more kindly if he hadn’t been quite so enthusiastic about torturing heretics.

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    1. Well quite. And I am not so keen on his suggestion of having women parade themselves naked for inspection before marriage (if I read him correctly). For one thing, it would consign women like me to the miserable choice between (a) humiliation and spinsterhood, and (b) spinsterhood.
      Cheers to you — looking forward to continued feasts of reason and flow of soul (if that’s the expression, Jeeves) in 2017!

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  2. Thank you for your rich insights and consolations. I too sense an idealized world in Wodehouse, and I find it comforting, especially now when this country, this world seems so broken.

    -Anne Lundin

    Madison, Wisconsin


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  3. One could not agree with you more. Plum presents us with not only the well-heeled kind but also with the struggling kind. Women like Joan Valentine who would try anything to keep their body and soul together. Men like Bingo Little who take up such challenging assignments as tutoring young Thos, merely to maintain marital harmony and peace.
    Scratch beneath the surface of his humour and one is apt to find rich repositories of wisdom and sane counsel. Concepts which motivate and uplift the soul. The harsh slings and arrows of Life keep coming in, but get rather blunted for someone who is clued into his works.
    Thank you for this incisive post. What a glorious start to a New Year!

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  4. Right ho, Mrs Plum. Plumtopia is certainly the place to be. No doubt about it. But I detect within your parentheses a certain fed-upness with specific events in 2016, that the real world has gone silly without much hope of redemption. Read your own work is my advice — it always lightens my life — and cancel the Guardian.

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    1. What Ho Noel, and Happy New Year!
      As it happens I am not a Guardian reader, but you are correct in detecting a whiff of fed-upness. It runs much deeper than the events of 2016 though. The world went silly a long time ago in my view. It just took the events of 2016 for some people to notice. And once the next series of Bake Off (or similar) starts, they’ll have forgotten all about it.
      Pfft! Amatuers! When I go in for escapism, I escape with the best — P.G. Wodehouse for me!
      Thanks for persevering with me in my disgruntlement, and offering a sense of comfort.


  5. Hello! Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! 🙂

    Also, Happy Anniversary to the blog. Can I just take this moment to mention how much I enjoy reading your posts? It is an absolute pleasure to come here and forget the worries of the day. I arm myself with a hot cup of coffee and say “What ho? What have we here?”

    In the pages of this blog of yours, I certainly have found my little slice of Plumtopia online.

    May you spread the happiness and cheer wide. And yes, quite contrary to being foolish, I think all of us need to strive for such happiness, especially given the times we live in.


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