Party hostess extraordinaire and Tribune of The Last Tuesday Society, Suzette Field introduces her book A Curious Invitation.
It was Ptah-Hotep, an Egyptian official of the 24th century BC, who first expressed the sentiment ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’ and it has been used as an excuse for throwing a party ever since. From ancient times human beings have come together for social purposes. Men and women, hunters and gatherers, shared food and lodgings as a natural consequence of tribal living. All major events in the life of a community and its members – births, marriages, deaths, victories, harvests – were marked with a ritual or festivity. These would have included eating, drinking, dancing, singing, perhaps the odd virgin sacrifice – most of the elements we recognize of a successful party today.
It was only towards the mid-eighteenth century that the word ‘party’, meaning a group of people gathered together for a common purpose (e.g. a political party, a hunting party etc.), began to acquire its modern sense of a group of people gathered together for the common purpose of drinking, talking, flirting and networking. As the Industrial Revolution took hold and human beings started to move away from small communities and became increasingly urbanized and isolated in their lives the traditional structures began to change, yet the psychological need for festive gatherings remained. As public festivals declined private parties began to grow in importance.
Unfortunately, there are very few records of these events. The food consumed at parties occasionally survives via menus or tradesmen’s invoices and guest lists sometimes appeared in the society pages of newspapers, but for the most part we have little knowledge of what these gatherings were like. We can find accounts in the diaries of individuals of the time, but Samuel Pepys, for example, only went to a handful of parties in the whole nine years he kept his journal. Maybe the problem is that the sort of people who would have time to sit down in the evening and write up a diary were those who by definition didn’t have much of a social life.
This is where literature comes in. As Aristotle said, ‘art takes nature as its model’, and the creative works of an age can offer a valuable insight into what form contemporary celebrations would have taken.
Some of the parties that feature in literature are drawn directly from reality: the Duchess of Richmond’s Ball, which appears in works by Byron and Thackeray, was an actual party hosted on the eve of the Battle of Quatre Bras in the Napoleonic War. Agathon’s dinner party, immortalized in Plato’s Symposium, really took place with the philosopher Socrates and the playwright Aristophanes on the guest list.
Other literary parties are thinly disguised fictionalizations of occasions which the author attended: Satan’s Rout in The Master and Margarita is based on a lavish Spring Ball given at the American Embassy in Moscow in 1935 and the Society of Artists’ Fancy Dress Ball in Steppenwolf was inspired by a Dadaist party in Zurich.
That is not to say that writers don’t sometimes just make the whole thing up. Douglas Adams clearly never went to a Flying Party hovering over the surface of an alien planet, and one wonders if the notoriously reclusive Thomas Pynchon ever actually attended an orgy like the one he so graphically describes in Gravity’s Rainbow.
In writing about parties authors are doing more than just giving us a glimpse of the mores of their time. A social gathering is a useful dramatic tool, providing a location where characters can interact. A party can be the scene for a meeting, a snub, a seduction, or a murder. It can be an opportunity for social advancement (Roxana, Oskar Matzerath, Alice) or failure (Charles Pooter, Sherman McCoy, Ross Conti). A character can experience triumph (Jim Dixon, Pooh Bear, Rafaël de Valentin) or humiliation (Mrs de Winter, Carrie White, Lord Simon Balcairn).
An encounter at a party can be the instant where characters’ fates are determined: Augustin Meaulnes falls in love with Yvonne de Galais at the Strange Fête, Ivan Ivanovich and Ivan Nikiforovich fall out for ever at the Chief of Police’s Reception; or the occasion can supply the backdrop for dramatic events: Dmitri Karamazov’s arrest for murder, the destruction of Thomas Ewen High School.
People have always pointed out that ‘there is nothing new under the sun’ (the expression comes from the Book of Ecclesiastes) and this is never truer than when applied to parties. Dress codes and etiquette may have varied over the ages but social behaviour has remained remarkably consistent. The conversation at Trimalchio’s dinner party (which is set during the reign of the Emperor Nero) revolves around sport, the cost of living, the weather and how young people have no respect for their elders.
It has been a common complaint over recent decades that our culture is in moral decline, but, as we can see from the above, this belief was equally prevalent in Roman days. Society today is no more decadent (and possibly even less so) than in previous centuries. Alan Hollinghurst writes about gay sex, but so did Plato and Petronius (the latter rather more raunchily). Perhaps decadence goes in waves and we, living in the supposedly permissive society that began in the 1960s, are just starting to get up to speed again after the extreme puritanism of the Victorian age. Or maybe our definition of what constitutes decadence varies. The Satyricon and The Bonfire of the Vanities show the contrasting forms that excess can take. Roman banquets were all about how much you could eat and 1980s Manhattan dinner parties about how little. Both were essentially ways of bragging about how much money you had.
Merry-making and mortality are routinely linked in literature. . . . The guests at Satan’s Rout are already long dead, but this doesn’t seem to diminish their appetite for good living.
Parties, being occasions where people are at their most ostentatious, provide writers with the perfect vehicle for a spot of social satire: the pretentiousness and vulgarity of nouveau riche hosts (Trimalchio, Mrs Leo Hunter, the Bavardages); the boorishness of guests (the bankers at the Wonderland Banquet, the hobbits at Bilbo Baggins’s birthday, the ‘hoolivans’ at Finnegan’s Wake); the faux sophistication of food (lobster mayonnaise comes in for a lot of stick) and truly terrible musical entertainment (Dickens’s ‘something-ean’ folk ensemble, Mrs Ape’s Angels in Vile Bodies, Ric and Phil’s disco show in Hollywood Wives).
In addition to these historical and satirical functions parties are a good embodiment of another precept from the Bible: ‘Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die.’ For some party hosts and guests the bit about dying can come true rather too literally: Belshazzar, Lord Simon Balcairn, most of the seniors at the prom at Thomas Ewen High and absolutely everyone at the Masque of the Red Death fail to make it through to the hang¬over stage the next morning.
Merry-making and mortality are routinely linked in literature. Trimalchio stages his own funeral at his dinner party in a mawkish illustration of the biblical maxim. The warriors taking part in Valhalla’s permanent bacchanalia frequently die, but are handily restored to life the next day to continue feasting. Tim Finnegan manages to come back from the dead during his wake. The guests at Satan’s Rout are already long dead, but this doesn’t seem to diminish their appetite for good living.
Luckily for the purposes of this book, literary heroes and heroines have a lot of spare time to go to parties. This is because very few of them have anything resembling a job. And on the odd occasion when the central protagonist of a book does hold down some form of proper employment it is usually just an excuse for the author to poke fun at them (Mr Hokosawa is a workaholic, Mr Pooter a drudge, Sherman McCoy a Yuppie, etc).
So art, as we have seen, imitates life, but it can also be the other way round. Oscar Wilde stated that ‘the self-conscious aim of Life is to find expression, and that Art offers it certain beautiful forms through which it may realise that energy.’ Following this principle, literary parties can serve as the inspiration for real life parties.
My career as an impresario began in 2000 as a co-founder of the Modern Times Club, an organization devoted to jazz age decadence which paid homage to the parties of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Evelyn Waugh. Dubbed ‘the Rolls Royce of cabaret’ by Tatler, we would throw tea dances, pyjama parties and midnight revels, featuring all-night burlesque acts and swing bands in suitably period venues around London: railway station hotels, art deco ballrooms and old Victorian libraries. Guests arrived with dance cards for an evening of ‘sparkling conversation and the finest attire’ and abandoned themselves to inter-war nostalgia.
Since 2006, Viktor Wynd and I have been running the Last Tuesday Society – a purposely more eclectic organization. We don’t espouse a particular style or reference a specific era. Our parties (like the ones in this book) encompass a wide range of periods, cultures and fashions. We tend to host them in venues with several rooms, so each space can be themed with its own unique decor, creating a labyrinth of escapism. Our literary settings range from bear dances and gypsy bands in Plastunov’s Inn, via an orchard of cherry blossoms outside Genji’s Palace to McMurphy’s psychiatric ward, complete with hospital beds and sadistic nurses wielding racks of surgical instruments.
Sometimes we will theme a whole evening after a particular fictional party. We’ve hosted Satan’s Rout at Halloween with a full symphony orchestra, accordion-playing polar bears and naked waiters and waitresses. One of our most popular nights is a re-creation of Günter Grass’ Onion Cellar in a party we call Loss – An Evening of Exquisite Misery. London’s fashionable crowd gathers to chop onions at midnight, weep together and wallow in collective melancholy. The dress code is ‘decaying beauty’. Guests sob over portraits of deceased childhood pets and sign their divorce papers on stage, while bands strum dirges on themes of spiritual gloom. A splendid time is had by all.
I hope this book will prove useful to anyone looking for inspiration in staging their own events. Perhaps you can push the life–art dichotomy a stage further. Take Satan’s Rout, for example, which, as mentioned above, was inspired by a party at the US Embassy in Moscow. If you decided to hold your own version, based on what you’ve read here about the Last Tuesday Society’s re-enactments of literary parties, then it would be life imitating art, imitating life, imitating art, imitating life.
And for non-party-givers perhaps A Curious Invitation will serve as a crib, allowing any of you who haven’t read Proust or Joyce (as, I must confess, I hadn’t before starting to write this book) to talk knowledgeably about them. At parties, naturally.