The Chalet School in the Oberland by Elinor M. Brent-Dyer
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Coming back to the Chalet School after some time away is the most comforting of things. Whilst my books have been in storage, I’ve been relying on public libraries and second hand bookshops and the odd, hysteria-inducing car boot sale (“Quick, they’ve got a hardback copy of Princess! You chat to him nonchalantly whilst I pretend to look calm!”).
But lo, now my books are out of storage, and I have been reunited with them, it is time to begin the great ‘let’s read the titles I’ve forgotten about’ exercise. The Chalet School In The Oberland was the first I selected; partially because it was one that I had great personal memories of, and also because I remembered it being one of Brent-Dyer’s more ‘scandalous’ novels. To quantify the last comment, scandal in the work of Brent-Dyer is an oddly nebulous and varying beast and the scandal in The Chalet School In The Oberland does not disappoint.
So where are we in this series, this country-striding, doctor-marrying, occasionally-bordering-on-the-edge-of-farce, touched with brilliance series? We’re in the Oberland and it’s not actually the Chalet School at all. This is St Mildred’s, the finishing branch, which as far as I understand it, seems to specialise in not actually grading people for the work they do, the odd evening of corporal punishment, before cancelling all education in the latter half of the term in order to put on a pantomime (“Let’s do the show right here!!”).
God I love these books.
The Chalet School in the Oberland does, however, have some greatly unique points about it which contribute to a fascinating read and an oddly tense narrative at points. Looking at the work of Brent-Dyer always makes me feel as if there’s a definitive line between the ‘Chalet World’ and the ‘real world’. The two of them very, rarely, come together easily. When they do connect, they meet head on and either create pure brilliance (The Chalet School In Exile) or pure, painful prose (Redheads at the Chalet School). They never seem to coexist comfortably for me.
And in the Chalet School in the Oberland, we sort of get to explore that tension via the conduit of Elma Conroy. She’s a defiant rebel who smokes (“meh, not so bad but we’ll have to have a chat to confirm whether that’s alright or not”) and plays cards (“OH MY GOD!”) and is engaged in a relationship with a bounder by the name of Stuart Raynor.
It’s as oblique as anything Brent-Dyer’s ever written but there’s some fairly heavy hints of inappropriate, predatorial, money-orientated intentions on the part of Stuart towards Elma. It’s very dark to read when you stop and think about it; this member of the Chalet School community (please, everyone who is anything to do with the Chalet School always gets converted, they’re worse than the Borg) is being preyed upon by a boy who does not want her for who she is. He wants her for her money. For her privileged status in life, nothing more, nothing less.
In addition to this, we have a priggish individual learning the error of her ways (a fairly similar rehash of Eustacia who remains one of my favourite characters of all time), several staff putting their feet up with a cigarette or two, a healthy serving of Dickie Christie (whom I also love, quite greatly) and lots of Peggy Bettany. Lots of Peggy Bettany. Lots. Lots.
It is, to be fair, a fairly solid Chalet School book. It features great joy, great hysteria, some incredible writing, and a spectacularly unhysterical pantomime that goes on for approximately 3503 pages.
Have I told you about how much I love these books? Because I do. I really rather hugely do.
Daisy May Johnson 
I am very sad to say that this is either one of the very few books in this series I haven’t read, or read only once from a library and then forgot about. Now scheming up ways to get my hands on it again.
I had to pick up the GGBP copy – I managed to read it once in a library and then it disappeared off the face of the earth.
Oh dear, I made a resolution today not to buy any more books for a month, but how can I wait? I also managed to miss this one – I think I had merged it in my head with Joey Goes to the Oberland.
Oh no! Well, if it’s any consolation, it is rather a splendid book š
That’s what I had done! Now I know it exists the question is where to find a copy.
I love these books too. They’re my comfort reading, the books that I always come back to. I love this one because suddenly there’s a new setting and I remember feeling all the excitement of moving to the Oberland. I always wanted to move with them! Sometimes I would almost be looking out for travel brochures that mentioned the Chalet School. Sometimes seems so real. Plus I have had the privilege of visiting both Tyrol and the Oberland.
I would LOVE to visit the Oberland. I’ve visited the Achensee but the Oberland remains on the must do list š
Look, seriously, I have so much stuff to read for the first time that I can’t afford to re-re-re-read something, so stop writing delightful reviews that tempt me! š
Hee. Sorry! š
I love the Chalet School books as well – would consider myself an ardent fan, I have recently managed to get all the Armada paperback copies having been collecting since I was 11 years old, but only seriously looking for all the books in the last year, finally managed through Amazon to get them pre-loved, by the way I love reading your reviews of the Chalet School books and cannot wait for more of them!
Ah, thank you! And welcome aboard š