The text of the book version of The Diary of a Nobody closely follows the Punch original but there are some differences. The Punch instalments began with the preface: ‘As everybody who is anybody is publishing reminiscences, diaries, notes, autobiographies and recollections we are sincerely grateful to A Nobody for permitting us to add to the historical collection.’ The book replaces this with the paragraph beginning ‘Why should I not publish my diary?’
The magazine’s opening instalment and the book’s first chapter both open with the Pooters moving into their new home in Holloway. The first Punch instalment ends with Pooter ordering fresh eggs (7 April) and so the book’s 8 April entry, with the Curate catching his foot in the scraper, is new. Punch’s second instalment neatly coincides with the second chapter of the book but the link between magazine instalment and book chapter breaks down soon after.
Scenes added for the book which didn’t appear in the original include the one in which Pooter’s tie falls into the pit at the Tank Theatre (23 April), and much of the Mansion House Ball scene (7 May). The Punch original ended with Farmerson saying to Pooter: ‘Pardon me, Mr Pooter, no shop when we’re in company, please.’ So, the sheriff’s reunion with Farmerson, Pooter’s snobbish reaction to it and Pooter’s slipping over during the dance were freshly written for the book. The whole of the book’s Chapter XI – Burwin-Fosselton, Padge and the Henry Irving impersonations – were new. There were also some minor changes of date for the book, sorting out mistakes in the calendar made in the Punch original.
The main change though comes at the end of the book. The Punch episodes ended with the 21 March entry, ‘Today I shall conclude my diary…’ in which Lupin is taken on at Perkupp’s firm. In book form, however, there are seven new chapters following this Punch ending. Lupin’s position at Perkupp’s doesn’t work out, he gets a new, better paid job and gets engaged to Miss Posh. Pooter’s promise to conclude the Diary back in March now looks very odd, not that this hiccup detracts from the qualities of the Diary or the clever new ending in which Pooter again finds happiness.
Further Reading
Faber & Faber Book of Diaries, edited by Simon Brett (London: Faber & Faber, 1987). An unintentionally funny compendium of diaries by people from all backgrounds – the famous through to the ‘nobodies’ – including Samuel Pepys, John Evelyn, the Revd James Woodforde et al, and presented on a day-by-day basis. Many entries are so Pooterish they could have been out-takes from The Diary of a Nobody.
Tony Joseph, George Grossmith, Biography of a Savoyard (Bristoclass="underline" Tony Joseph, 1982). Not a heavyweight biography, but suitable enough for its subject although more useful for Gilbert & Sullivan historians than Diary of a Nobody lovers.
J. B. Priestley, English Humour (London: Heinemann, 1976). A readable and lucid commentary on English humour throughout the ages with an extract from The Diary of a Nobody.
David Thorns, Suburbia (London: Paladin, 1972). One of many good accounts of how the strange English landscape called suburbia arose, particularly during Victorian times.
Keith Waterhouse, The Collected Letters of a Nobody (London: Michael Joseph, 1986). In The Diary of a Nobody Pooter alludes to writing some twenty letters, none of which we see. Waterhouse takes this as his cue and writes these letters as Pooter may have done. He also creates many more, corresponding with the manager of the local railway line about the excessive number of trains passing by that aren’t listed in Bradshaw’s timetable, to Jerome K. Jerome urging him not to publish an account of a boating holiday, to a variety of tradesmen, neighbours, Cummings and Gowing, and of course to the editor of the Blackfriars Bi-Weekly News complaining about the misspelling of his name. The funniest are those involving Lupin. At one stage Waterhouse’s Pooter writes to a Dr Hector M’Gallum at Freshfields Asylum for Idiots & Imbeciles ‘on behalf of a friend’ who has a ‘highly-strung’ son: ‘Is there any pill… that may be obtained which could be given to the boy to quieten him down?’
——, Mrs. Pooter’s Diary (London: Michael Joseph, 1983). Waterhouse believes we know too little about Carrie – what she thinks of her husband, his awkwardness, bad jokes, dead-end job, lack of ambition and incorrigible friends. What does she do all day while he’s at the office? In Waterhouse’s ingenious book she keeps a diary based largely on plot lines hinted at but not followed through in The Diary of a Nobody.
THE DIARY OF A NOBODY originally appeared in Punch, and is re-published by permission of the publishers, Messrs Bradbury and Agnew. The Diary has been since considerably added to. The excellent title was suggested by our mutual friend
The Diary Of Nobody
F. C. BURNAND,
to whom we have the great pleasure of dedicating this volume.
Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see – because I do not happen to be a ‘Somebody’ – why my diary should not be interesting. My only regret is that I did not commence it when I was a youth.
The Laurels, Brickfield Terrace, Holloway.
We settle down in our new home, and I resolve to keep a diary. Tradesmen trouble us a bit, so does the scraper. The curate calls and pays me a great compliment.
Chapter I
My dear wife Carrie and I have just been a week in our new house, ‘The Laurels’, Brickfield Terrace, Holloway – a nice six-roomed residence, not counting basement, with a front breakfast-parlour. We have a little front garden; and there is a flight of ten steps up to the front door, which, by-the-by, we keep locked with the chain up. Cummings, Gowing, and our other intimate friends always come to the little side entrance, which saves the servant the trouble of going up to the front door, thereby taking her from her work. We have a nice little back garden which runs down to the railway.29 We were rather afraid of the noise of the trains at first, but the landlord said we should not notice them after a bit, and took £2 off the rent.30 He was certainly right; and beyond the cracking of the garden wall at the bottom, we have suffered no inconvenience.
After my work in the City, I like to be at home. What’s the good of a home, if you are never in it? ‘Home, Sweet Home’, that’s my motto. I am always in of an evening. Our old friend Gowing may drop in without ceremony; so may Cummings, who lives opposite. My dear wife Caroline and I are pleased to see them, if they like to drop in on us. But Carrie and I can manage to pass our evenings together without friends. There is always something to be done: a tin-tack here, a Venetian blind to put straight, a fan to nail up, or part of a carpet to nail down – all of which I can do with my pipe in my mouth; while Carrie is not above putting a button on a shirt, mending a pillow-case, or practising the ‘Sylvia Gavotte’ on our new cottage piano (on the three years’ system), manufactured by W. Bilkson (in small letters), from Collard and Collard (in very large letters). It is also a great comfort to us to know that our boy Willie is getting on so well in the Bank at Oldham.31 We should like to see more of him. Now for my diary:
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