I saw Our Spoons Came from Woolworths by Barbara Comyns recommended somewhere on instagram and put it on my list. At just over 200 pages, it’s a quick read and completely engrossing. Originally published in 1950, it was re-released in 2015.
The book is narrated by Sophia, who has just told her life story to a friend. Because of the friend’s reaction, she decided to write it as an autobiography or memoir. She has an unsophisticated voice and outlook that charms the reader even as her story breaks the reader’s heart.
In England during its Great Depression, Sophia is a twenty-one-year-old art student who falls for another artist, twenty-one-year-old Charles. They are far too young and naive to wed. His mother is very much against the marriage and accuses Sophia of trapping him, even though Charles is no great prize. His maternal relatives are all awful to her. (His parents are separated.) His father is OK with the marriage so long as it means he can cut off Charles’ allowance. Sophia’s parents are no longer living. She has a sister and a brother who pop in and out of her life.At any rate, they are married. They take a small apartment and for a while, they live off of wedding presents and Sophia’s meager income from a commercial artist job. Charles just paints. Rarely, he sells something to a friend. The novel gives the impression (although Sophia never comes out and says it) that he is a mediocre artist. She is probably the better one but because her art is commercial, it doesn’t count.
As the money starts to become scarce, Sophia finds out she is pregnant. The ignorance of these two about the facts of life is horrifying. Moreover, Charles doesn’t want children and blames her for being pregnant, not seeming to realize how it happened. Because of her pregnancy, she loses her job. Sophia is very matter-of-fact about their descent into poverty, which gives a blunt and bleak view of how they live. The novel also gives a detailed, eye-opening look at the facilities for childbirth at a charity hospital at the time. Sophia survives, as does the baby, and now their lives become even more difficult.
Charles is an annoying character. He refuses to work because he believes he is a great artist. He shows no concern for the fact that they can’t pay rent and have no money for food. He tries going behind Sophia’s back to put their baby in an orphanage where, Charles says, he’d be better cared for. But that is an excuse for his own self-centeredness. Readers will root for her to ditch this guy as soon as possible, but she’s afraid his relatives will then take the baby from her.
Poverty takes its toll on the young couple. Sophia is the sole support for her family, earning money by modeling for other artists When she becomes pregnant again, she is bullied into having an abortion. The marriage falls apart. It’s misery upon misery, with a few bright spots, but it is all related in such a clear-eyed way that readers will keep rooting for things to get better. (Spoiler alert, they do.)
The novel reminds me in a way of another older, re-released book that I also enjoyed, Nothing Grows by Moonlight by Torborg Nedreaas. In that book, the female protagonist is older and jaded when she tells her story, but in this book, one gets the sense that Sophia can’t be jaded, and it makes the story more uplifting.

















