When Lytton Strachey was hunting for eminent Victorians to skewer, Isabella Beeton loomed as a tempting target. For generations of middle-class Englishwomen, her encyclopedic Book of Household Management was a standard wedding gift, the final word on cooking, sewing and the fine art of hiring a servant.
She really was an eminent Victorian, although not, as Strachey imagined her, "a small, tublike lady in black -- rather severe of aspect, strongly resembling Queen Victoria." In The Short Life and Long Times of Mrs. Beeton, Kathryn Hughes' scrupulously researched, definitive study, Mrs. Beeton, as she was universally known, emerges as a fascinating blend of Betty Crocker and Emily Post, with a little Martha Stewart or Nigella Lawson thrown in for good measure.
In the turbulent social waters of mid-Victorian England, she kept a steady hand on the tiller, helping the confused, upwardly mobile daughters of servants and tradesmen to run their households on efficient modern lines.
The plump matron imagined by Strachey was actually the young, attractive wife of a go-ahead publisher and pub-owner's son named Samuel Beeton. Mr. Beeton, dashing and feckless, saw a market niche in the swelling ranks of the lower middle classes, for which he created inexpensive periodicals like The Boy's Own Magazine and The Englishwoman's Domestic Magazine. In a pinch, Mrs. Beeton took over the Cooking, Pickling and Preserving column for The Englishwoman's Domestic Maga-zine and started a new column, The Nursery. These evolved into a full-fledged reference work, riginally published in a series of 24 pamphlets and issued in one volume as The Book of Household Management in 1861.
It was a curious production, a cut-and-paste compilation of recipes, medical advice, rules of etiquette, procedures for cleaning and essays on natural history and chemistry. What made the whole greater than the sum of its mostly stolen parts was the tone and the point of view. Isabella Beeton was born to organize. She visualized the well-run household as a whirring machine, and in crisp, unadorned English she presented the task of running it as something like a profession.
"After reading The Book of Household Management the middle-class housewife who was unlucky enough not to have a full complement of housemaids and footmen no longer felt herself a drudge," Hughes writes. "She was, rather, the Commander of an Army, albeit an army that consisted of a teenage girl and a boy who came in once a week."
Hughes, the author of George Eliot: The Last Victorian and The Victorian Governess, treats Mrs. Beeton's work as a window onto the world of mid-19th-century England. It serves admirably as an index to the daily problems faced by Victorian women, as well as their social aspirations. Both can be gauged precisely, thanks to Mrs. Beeton's orderly approach of itemizing exactly what could and could not be done on annual incomes ranging from a few hundred US dollars a year to more than a thousand.
The high end of the scale, Hughes suggests, was fantasy, since "the real heartland of Beeton's readership remains that of a modest family, struggling to keep up the newly genteel style of living required of the middle class on an income that is often actually not much higher than that of a skilled laboring man."
Mrs. Beeton knew the constraints and the dreams. She grew up in a family of 21 children and spent a good part of her childhood in the grandstand at Epsom Downs, where her stepfather published the race cards and rose to become an
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