by Barry Taylor, Curator of Romance Studies. You can read more about the Library's holdings related to Brighton Rock here.
Students of Brighton Rock in the BL can read, in addition to the original novel, the French, Polish and Finnish translations, and consult the draft script of Terence Rattiganâs screenplay.
The novel tells the seamy tale of Pinkie Brown, murderous teenage micro-gangster, his marriage to the innocent waitress Rose in order to prevent her testifying against him, and his pursuit by good-time girl Ida.
You might expect the chief alimentary image in Brighton Rock to be Brighton rock itself:
[Rose to Ida:] âPeople change,âshe said.
âOh, no they donât. Look at me. Iâve never changed. Itâs like those sticks of rock: bite it all the way down, youâll still read Brighton. Thatâs human nature.â (200)
But a more persistent food image which escaped me when I first read the novel, but which haunted me on a recent second reading is that of the sausage roll. The criminals live in a guest house (Frankâs), where Pinkieâs bedsit, which he inherited from his predecessor, is the common room.
Here is an anthology (page references are from the 1998 Penguin paperback edition (BL H.98/1446))
'The Boy went to his bed and swept off the crumbs of Cubittâs sausage roll. âWhatâs this,â he said, âa meeting?â (54)
The Boy got up. A few crumbs stuck to his wet suit. (55)
âThatâs right, Pinkie, Heâs [Colleoni] running the business in a big way.â A big way â it was like an accusation, a reminder of the brass bedstead at Frankâs, the crumbs on the mattress. (58)
Don Colleoni is a big-time gangster who stays at the swell Cosmopolitan Hotel. Brass bedsteads also have a traumatic sexual charge for Pinkie as they remind him of sharing a room with his parents.
The Boy lay on the bed. A cup of coffee went cold on the washstand, and the bed was sprinkled with flakes of pastry. (61)
His sleep was functional. When Dallow opened the door he woke at once. âWell?â he said, lying there without moving, fully dressed among the pastry crumbs. (62)
Ida to Rose: âI suppose you talked to him [Spicer]?â
âI didnât talk to him. I was rushed. I just fetched him a Bass and a sausage roll, and I never saw him again.â (76)
When he [Spicer] got to Frankâs there was no one there. He creaked his tortured way up the stairs, past the rotten banister, to Pinkieâs room: the door stood open, vacancy stared in the swing mirror: no message, crumbs on the floor âŠ He moved away: flakes of pastry under his foot (83-84)
[Pinkie is rebuffed by Colleoni:] The gold cigar-lighter, the grey double-breasted waistcoat, the feeling of a racket luxuriously successful for a moment dominated him: the brass bedstead upstairs, the little pot of violet ink on the washstand, the flakes of sausage roll. (99)
[Pinkie consults with Cubitt and Dallow:] Life was a series of complicated tactical exercises, as complicated as the alignments at Waterloo, thought out on a brass bedstead among the crumbs of sausage roll. (113)
The Boy led the way into the bed-sitting-room and turned on the single globe. He thought of Colleoniâs room in the Cosmopolitan. But you had to begin somewhere. He said [to Cubitt], âYouâve been eating on my bed again.â
âIt wasnât me, Pinkie. It was DallowâŠâ (116)
These were the hours â when the races were not on, when there was no one to see on business â that he [Pinkie] spent stretched on the bed at Frankâs. Heâd eat a packet of chocolate or a sausage roll âŠ (177)
The sausage roll isnât mentioned again: the novel extends to page 250 but the milieu of Frankâs is well established by this point.
As an author famed for his Catholicism, Greene could of course have chosen the sausage roll as another image of original sin, the meaty soul enwrapped in the pastry body of degradation.
But his interest is as much social as theological. John Carey notes how snobbish writers of Greeneâs generation defined their social inferiors by their food. No cooking goes on at Frankâs, as the residents subsist on takeaways. When Rose moves in she goes to light the stove first thing and meets Dallow:
She said: âI thought maybe Iâd better light the stove.â
âŠ He went to a dresser and pulled open a drawer. âWhy,â he said, âwhatâs got you? You donât want a stove. Thereâs plenty here.â Inside the drawer were stacks of tins: sardines, herrings.
She said: âBut tea.â
He looked at her oddly. âAnyoneâd think you wanted work. No one here wants any tea. Why take the trouble? Thereâs beer in the cupboard, and Pinkie drinks the milk out of the bottle.â (193)
In more recent times, we must remember the âpasty taxâ of 2012, seen by some as an act of class war. Greene is often said to have been fascinated and repelled by popular culture: the novel refers to Woolworths, Warwick Deeping, seances, corned beef tins, tinned salmon (on which see Carey, p. 21, with reference to Greene), buns in paper bags, beer breath, slot machines, , the twopenny library, Film Fun, âGuinness Is Good For Youâ.
His unease, to my mind, is made concrete in the cold, congealed fat of the working manâs food.
Terence Rattiganâs film treatment and outline for Brighton Rock (Add MS 74316)
The third shooting script for Rattiganâs Brighton Rock film (Add MS 74317)
Brighton Rock, 1st edn (London: Heinemann, 1938) Cup.410.f.384.
John Carey, The intellectuals and the masses : pride and prejudice among the literary intelligentsia, 1880-1939 (London: Faber, 1992) YC.1992.a.2014