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Diary of a Nobody by George Grossmith [Review]


In an age where just about anyone attracting a modicum of ‘celebrity status’ feels compelled to tell the world about their life history, it’s a delight to come across a novel which parodies such pretensions. The Diary of a Nobody was written with the deliberate intent of mocking the diaries and memoirs that proliferated in the late 1880s. George Grossmith, an actor, and his artist brother Wheedon took the view that the British reading public had surely had enough of diaries written by people who were ‘Somebodies’ and it was high time attention was given to the ‘nobodies’ of this world.  As Charles Pooter (the central character) puts it

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.

In Charles Pooter we have a man who tries so hard to be a respectable member of the middle class but is foiled every time because of his inexhaustible ability to make a mess of a situation. So successful was this characterisation that it gave birth to two new adjectives: Pooterish and Pooteresque,  both indicating a person who takes themselves far too seriously, believing their importance or influence is far greater than it really is.

The Diary of a Nobody records the daily events in the lives of this  London clerk, his wife Carrie and their feckless son Willie (who insists on being called Lupin). When the Diary begins Charles and Carrie have just moved into a six-roomed house in the Holloway district of London. The new residence is meant to signify that the Pooters are on their way up the social ladder. Charles in fact has a keen sense of his own importance and sees this move as his entry into a more refined social circle. Over the course of 15 months he records the many small pleasures, modest social occasions and acquaintances that make up his life.

The summary of the day’s entry for April 19 gives a good flavour of the Diary:

A conversation with Mr Merton on Society. Mr and Mrs James of Sutton come up. A miserable evening at the Tank Theatre. Experiments with enamel paint. I make another good joke; but Gowing and Cummings [two close friends] are unnecessarily offended. I paint the bath red, with unexpected results.

A year later Pooter is complaining about another social occasion which did not go according to plan:

Trouble with a stylographic pen. We go to a Volunteer Ball where I am let in for an expensive supper. Grossly insulted by a cabman. An odd invitation to Southend.

The Diary is a litany of mishaps and misadventures. Every time Charles gets an opportunity he thinks will enable him to shine, he makes some kind of mistake which proves socially embarrassing. He manages to tear his trousers and smear coal dust over his shirt just before going out to the Lord Mayor’s party, then in his eagerness to show he can waltz he slips bringing both he and his wife to the floor.

He fares no better at home, constantly falling over the boot scraper outside the front door and getting stitched up by tradespeople who over-charge or fail to deliver the promised goods.  An episode in which he turns his hand to some home decor was probably my favourite. Enamoured with the red enamel paint he hears about at work he gets rather carried away, painting flower pots, wash-stands and chests of drawers. Then its the turn of the coal-scuttle and the bath to get the red paint treatment. Even though readers will guess what the outcome is, his discomfiture in the bath that night is still one of those laugh aloud moments:

… imagine my horror on discovering my hand, as I thought, full of blood. My first thought was that I had ruptured an artery, and was bleeding to death and should be discovered later on looking like a second Marat, as I remember seeing him in Madame Tussaud’s. My second thought was to ring the bell but I remembered there was no bell to ring. My third was, that there was nothing but the enamel paint, which had dissolved with boiling water. I stepped out of the bath, pefectly red all over resembling the Red Indians I have seen depicted at an East End theatre.

In amongst the humour and the humdrum details of every day life, there are times when we see Charles Pooter in a way that evokes our sympathy. Despite his social aspirations this is a man who genuinely loves his family and is deeply concerned when his son loses his job and starts running around with an undesirable bunch of people. His sense of honour and integrity is severely put to the test by his so-called friends who regularly mock him while taking advantage of his hospitality.

Though more than 100 years old, it’s surprising how contemporary some of the pre-occupations of this novel feel. Don’t most parents even today worry their children are going off course and want to step in with a bit of course correction? Haven’t we all felt the frustrations when goods get delivered late or the order is incomplete? And I bet some of you at least will have been bamboozled by technical jargon when confronted by IT engineers or motor mechanics (or is that hust me?). Isn’t there a touch of Mr Pooter in all of us?


About the Book: Initially Charles Pooter’s exploits saw the light of day in a serial which appeared periodically in Punch magazine between 1888 and 89. It wasn’t published in book form until 1892. The book had a lukewarm reception from the reading public and critics – The Athenaeum declared that “the book has no merit to compensate for its hopeless vulgarity, not even that of being amusing”. But by the time of the third issue in 1910 it was recognised as a classic work of humour – J B Priestley described it as “true humour…with its mixture of absurdity, irony and affection” while Evelyn Waugh considered it “the funniest book in the world”.

About the authors: The Diary of a Nobody is the sole output of  the brothers George and Weedon Grossmith. Both were stage entertainers – George often played the comic figure in Gilbert and Sullivan operas. Weedon was also an artist and it was his work that illustrated early copies of the text.

Why I read this book: I included this in my Classics Club list  because of the extrordinary literary influence it has exerted through the decades. Sue Townshend’s Diary of Adrian Mole and Bridget Jones’ Diary are just two of the works that owe a debt to the Wheedon brothers, emulating their tone and format to huge commercial success. Without The Diary of a Nobody I wonder whether we would have ever seen the spoof diaries in Private Eye that parody the Prime Minister of the day (including the unforgettable St Albion Parish News from ‘Tony Blair’ and the current  St. Theresa’s Independent State Grammar School for Girls (and Boys) from Theresa May. 



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What do you need to know about me? 1. I'm from Wales which is one of the countries in the UK and must never be confused with England. 2. My life has always revolved around the written and spoken word. I worked as a journalist for nine years then in international corporate communications 3. My tastes in books are eclectic. I love realism and hate science fiction and science fantasy. 4. I am trying to broaden my reading horizons geographically by reading more books in translation

23 thoughts on “Diary of a Nobody by George Grossmith [Review]

  • I was really impressed when I read this. It’s terribly compassionate, which far from diminishing the humour means that you end up (or I did anyway) both laughing at Mr Pooter yet rooting for him. It’s rare to find a satire that utterly lacks malice yet remains funny.

    By the end I was rather cheering his small successes. Lovely to see a review of it as it is quite deservedly a classic.

    • I developed quite an affection for Mr Pooter. His son disparages him but the man is only trying to look out for the boy’s interest and expressing a fatherly concern for the way he seems to be going astray.

  • I saw this at the book festival and was so close to buying it. Now I read over your review again, I’m so annoyed with myself. Too much restraint!

  • I’m glad you read and enjoyed this. I think it’s due for a re-read over here!

    • I suspect its one that can be read several times without losing its edge.

  • I read this back in my early 20s – ie decades ago! – and loved it. I love that sorry of humour, the targeting of pretensions in a way that, as you say, you also feel for the characters as well. It’s a book is always intended to re-read and one day in sure I will. I think it was my mother who put me onto it. She put out me on to do many great classics.

    • All hail to your mum for being such a wonderful guiding light

      • She was (is) great, thanks Karen – and we’ve always shared a love of reading and words.

  • buriedinprint

    How funny that it was originally dismissed as only vulgar, not funny. Oops. This sounds like a perfect serial read, and the tone reminds me of The Diary of a Provincial Lady – also funny (never vulgar)!

  • I remember this well, even though I read it quite a while ago. So funny and so relevant even today! Perhaps even more so, with all those vacuous celebrity autobiographies at the age of 25.

    • The world really does not need another ghost written autobiography from someone who most of us will have forgotten about in a few years time (if we ever knew about them in the first place). Cynical? What me?

  • I’ve had this on my piles for ages and totally forgot about it. It’s sounds wonderful. I wonder what the author would think of how things are today. Good to know that the reader can sympathise with Pooter.

    • I’d forgotten about it too Caroline – only remembered it when the Classics Club did one of their ‘spins’ and I had to look at my club list again….

  • I loved this book. As you mention the reader ends up sympathising with Pooter somewhat. I was disappointed to find it was the only book by the Grossmiths.

    • I was sorry to find that my free copy from Gutenburg didnt have the illustrations so I went out and bought a new edition just to see them. They’re just as good as the text

  • I read this absolutely ages ago but remember finding it very funny. So many of the truly great books never age and are always relevant!

    • Have you met any modern day Pooters? I worked with one for several years….

  • This sounds very enjoyable. It’s good to know where ‘Pooterish’ comes from! I’ll see if I can find a secondhand copy sometime.

  • You know what’s funny is much of the descriptions of Pooter trying to make it in society reminded me so much of Mrs. Van Hopper from the novel Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier (or the Hitchcock film!). She’s always making up bits of connections to people who are actually famous to see if she can spin a web, suck the person in, and then be able to confidently dub them a friend when she goes to a new location.


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