J.B. Priestley: Literary Giant, Enthusiastic Pipe Smoker

J.B. Priestley at work in his study, 1940
A prolific writer, dramatist, poet, novelist, critic, political theorist, and pipe smoker, John Boynton Priestley is among the most highly regarded names in English literature. He wrote 26 novels, 39 plays, and multiple volumes of criticism and essays for a total of almost 200 works. He reinvented himself as a writer to maintain relevance, beginning as an essayist and then moving to playwriting and novels, and maintained impressive productivity even into old age, publishing 21 books from the time he was 70 to his death in 1984 at age 89.
Born in 1894 in Manningham in Bradford, West Yorkshire, England, which was populated mainly by industrial workers, he took a job at age 16 as a clerk with a company that prepared wool, and he wrote at night. Newspapers both local and in London started publishing his work, but in 1914 he volunteered for military service and he served until 1919, becoming badly wounded in 1916 when a mortar exploded in his trench and he was buried alive, leaving him claustrophobic for the rest of his life.
he was buried alive, leaving him claustrophobic for the rest of his life
In Margin Released: Reminiscences & Reflections (1962), he ponders the experience:
Any man who was ever around, not as close as I was but, let us say, about three times the distance, when a big German trench-mortar went off, will agree that I was lucky to be carted away in one piece. Had I been as near as that and out in the trench, I would have been blown to bits. As it was, though I had some minor injuries from the dugout caving in, was partly deaf, and ran a high temperature that kept me in bed for some weeks, no parts of me were missing ... I was lucky in that war and have never ceased to be aware of that fact.
The Beginnings of Professional Writing

The Good Companions
After he left the army at age 25, he earned a degree at Cambridge and quickly gained a reputation as an essayist. His first book, Adam in Moonshine was published in 1927, followed later that year by Benighted, with themes of post-war disillusionment and dejection. It was his third book, The Good Companions (1929), that was an immediate bestseller and launched him into the public consciousness. Priestley wrote it in the classic style of the picaresque novel, which is a genre of realism in which a waggish protagonist, usually of lower social class, endures adventures and mishaps by means of their wits.
The Good Companions is about a traveling entertainment group as they tour England. The novel maintained popularity for 40 years and then waned, but a new edition was released in 2007. It was adapted for radio, two films, and stage and musical productions.
In the 1930s, Priestley turned his attention to writing for the stage, and it is his work as a playwright that is most remembered. He'd already collaborated on adapting The Good Companions, but his first work of stage drama was Dangerous Corner, about guests at a country manor who discover dark secrets about one another and the tragic results that transpire. Interestingly, this play included a plot device that Priestley would often use: a time slip. At the end of the play, time slips back to the beginning and the unfortunate remark that initiated the tragedy is averted. His plays were "drawing-room drama," a popular mode of the era.
it is his work as a playwright that is most remembered
Priestley's Fascination with Time

Time and the Conways
His fascination with and manipulation of time as a plot device were evident in his "Time Plays," which include Dangerous Corner (1932), Time and the Conways (1937), I Have Been Here Before (1937), and An Inspector Calls (1945), among others. Priestley based his treatment of time on the theories of J. W. Dunne, who postulated an infinite number of higher dimensions of time, each accompanied by a higher level of consciousness, at the top of which was a supreme observer. Our awake state, thought Dunne, prevents the remembering of more of our timeline. The use of time as a metaphysical phenomenon insinuated itself into much of Priestley's work. In 1964 he published an involved and detailed essay about time, "Man and Time."
The most famous of his plays is An Inspector Calls (1945), another classic drawing-room drama. In three acts, its action occurs on a single night in the life of the Birling family when they are visited by Inspector Goole about the suicide of a young woman. The play is required reading for degrees in English literature in the United Kingdom and is a scathing criticism of the hypocrisies of Edwardian England, as well as a platform for some of Priestley's socialist tendencies.
Politics and Social Responsibility
Priestley became a BBC broadcaster in the early '40s, drawing a regular audience of 16 million. Author/journalist Graham Greene considered Priestley's broadcasts to be almost as important to the country during the war as those of Winston Churchill. The broadcasts were curtailed in 1942, however, when Churchill or his cabinet decided that they were too left-wing.
Politically outspoken, Priestley's broadcasts have been credited with helping the Labor Party gain power in 1945. He involved himself again in 1958 as cofounder of the Campaign for Nuclear Disarmament. Priestley was married three times and had multiple affairs, and continued his writing well into the 1970s, passing away in 1984 from pneumonia. Strangely, no one knows exactly where he's buried. Generally speaking, he's buried in Hubberholme Churchyard in Yorkshire, but only the three people present to see the burial of the ashes knew the precise location, and it remains unmarked. The church itself displays a plaque stating that Priestley's ashes are interred "nearby."
Priestley and Pipes

"Whether one admires Priestley or rejects him as irrelevant, it is impossible to ignore the pipe," writes John Atkins in his biography, J.B. Priestley: The Last of the Sages (1981). "It is tempting to identify him with his pipe, to characterise him as pipe-smoking homo [sapiens]; he is photographed with it, he writes of it lovingly, many of his characters retire to corners to indulge in its savour. ..."
Indeed, Priestley loved his pipes, included them in his fiction, extolled them in essays, and made them integral to the lives of his characters. Frustratingly, we know little of his tobacco or pipe choices. His pipes are housed in the J.B Priestley Archive at the University of Bradford in West Yorkshire, UK. However, the archive list provided on the web site does not detail the pipes, but notes that, "access to uncleaned pipes and smoking materials is restricted for health reasons. Cleaning is in progress." It's the most recent publication, dated 2013, though is marked as an "interim" catalog. It's distressing, however, that Bradford University thinks that used pipes are health hazards.
His pipes are housed in the J.B Priestley Archive at the University of Bradford
A Special Collections publication from the University of Bradford, dated 2010, reports that "The J.B. Priestley Archive includes over 70 of Priestley's pipes, plus related paraphernalia such as his 1979 Pipeman of the Year trophy, tobacco tins and pouches, matchbooks, and a bowl which housed pipes in current use." While a "full list of the pipes is in preparation," access to these items is limited to researchers, by appointment only. The university hopes to match the pipes in the collection with photographs of Priestley.
The J.B. Priestley Archive includes over 70 of Priestley's pipes
His pipe became part of his persona. In J.B. Priestley: The Last of the Sages, John Atkins expands on the emblematic nature of Priestley's pipes:
In England the pipe symbolises solidity, dependability, stolidity, stodginess .. . and allied qualities. Priestley revels in it. In a chatty first chapter of his Rain Upon Godshill, 1939, he admits to being a slave to tobacco. He doesn't feel the least resentment. It appears to be a good master. Nothing in the lower world of taste and smell has given him so much pleasure.
The pipe is more than a physical comfort. It provides powerful psychological reinforcement. Whenever JBP wishes to present himself in person, to suggest a sense of satisfaction, or good company, or harmony, he brings in his pipe. He said he was fortunate in the trenches, chewing away at Army biscuits and bully beef, because "I was rarely out of tobacco, and if I could smoke my pipe, I could often forget I was hungry and short of sleep."
Priestley himself had lots to say about pipes in both fiction and essays. In the novel Bright Day (1946), for example, the character Uncle Miles is a pipe smoker, and the tobacco he smokes is "... always Exchange Mixture from Porsons' in Market Street, and very good it was too: I wish I had some now."
Tobacco
However, the greatest trove of pipe treasure may be found in an essay titled "Tobacco" (1966). Priestley discusses pipes and tobacco at the beginning:
When I started smoking a pipe, fifty years ago, I bought Cut Cavendish from Salmon and Gluckstein ... It was very strong, and there were times when, after puffing furiously as youngsters nearly always do, I felt queasy and my surroundings began to shift about and dissolve. Since that hard beginning, I have been able to smoke anything, though not of course always with enjoyment. But I would rather have bad tobacco than no tobacco. In Egypt, earlier this year, I was compelled to smoke some of their local muck, wondering as I coughed and cursed why the United Arab Republic, which you are never allowed to forget for a moment, did not make sure that Syrian tobacco reached Egypt.

Much like Mark Twain, Priestley had no patience for those who would warn him of the evils of tobacco. He already knew and didn't care: "Those people now ready to write and tell me I am a slave to a dirty habit need not waste time, paper and stamps. I admit I have been long enslaved by tobacco. But all men are enslaved by something, and there are worse masters than the weed. By encouraging me to reflect, at the same time freeing me from spiritual pride, it has kept me from more dangerous forms of slavery."
At one point, Priestley becomes involved in giving advice about pipes and how to achieve the most pleasurable smoke from them:
To begin with, do not buy one pipe but at least three. If you cannot afford pipes by well-known makers, do not buy cheap imitations but search the tobacconists' for throwouts. Some of the best pipes I have ever had I have picked out of the baskets of throwouts. Here I must add, after my fifty years, that just as you choose a pipe, so a pipe chooses you. I have had as presents magnificent pipes, cut from the finest straight-grain brier, that never gave me ten minutes satisfactory smoking. Either they were not right for me or I was not right for them. There is something like a personal relation here. And until you are used to smoking a pipe, avoid small thin light pipes: they get hot too quickly.
He recommends at least three pipes in a smokers rotation, and he complains about those who do not rotate pipes. He's a little on the judgemental side where it comes to smoking:
But why three pipes? Because you must never refill a warm pipe: it is precisely this that has left us pipe smokers in bad odour. I have watched with horror men smoking the same pipe hour after hour, smelling like gardeners' bonfires. Always I carry three pipes in my pocket. On my desk there may be a dozen or more. I buy and use a great many pipe cleaners.

In another essay, "On Beginning," Priestley discusses the importance of pipes in his daily routine of pre-work procrastination and avoidance: "I clean a pipe or two, all the while pretending to myself that I am eager to get to work, though it is curious (to say the least of it) that I never scrape and clean my pipes at any other time."
And of course he provides tips about tobacco, recommending that when starting the pipe, one should avoid Virginia leaf or "mild mixtures" because they may produce tongue bite. "Try a darker flake or a mixture with a fair amount of Latakia and Perique in it. Out of the strong comes forth sweetness. Fill your pipes carefully, using the third finger not the first to complete the filling. The trick then is to keep the tobacco smouldering, smoking as slowly as possible, for the hotter it is the worse it tastes and smells."
J.B. Priestley was a man who knew his pipes, as he should after smoking them for 60-plus years. He was generous with his advice for other smokers, and he enjoyed his own pipes at a high level of performance. While we admire his considerable contribution to literature, what many of us will most resonate with is his love for pipe tobacco, his dedication to pipe smoking, and despite any objections that may be offered, his unwavering determination to smoke heartily.
Personalities - J.B. Priestley (1944)
References:
- The J.B. Priestley Society
- The Official J.B. Priestley Website
- Priestley the Pipeman
- J.B Priestley: The Last of the Sages (1981), by John Atkins
- Margin Released (1962), by J.B. Priestley
- "Tobacco" (1966), by J.B. Priestley
Comments
This article was a great trove of pipe treasure! I would imagine the poor fellow suffered from some shell shock after that trench-mortar experience, lucky to have survived indeed. I laughed at how he watched with horror men smoking the same pipe hour after hour. The video gave me a sense of his presence, a strong presence. Upon reading and watching the video, I reached over and cracked open one of my bed side books: Inside the Now, meditations on time, by THICH NHAT HANH. The first passage that I came to reads: In the now we see each other clearly, Outside of this moment, will everything be remembered only as a dream.p.77. Thank you for bringing my awareness to J.B. Priestley.
Oh, what's with the University of Bradford treating his pipes and paraphernalia as if they were saturated with plutonium? That irks me and is just plain insulting.
@Thomas: I agree. My God, the man just missed his 90th birthday that year. How much of a health hazard could his pipes and paraphernalia have been? Maybe there's an agenda to keep people from living long lives. Or it's about control...or both.
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Another fine article. Keep up the great work, Chuck.
Great article. I really enjoyed it! Back when I was 19 I started working part-time at a used book store while going to college. I remember seeing several of J.B. Priestley's books when sorting through newly acquired books there. Never purchased one though. I am now curious enough to search for one or two to read. Thanks!
Awesome article. I, also, am curious about his work since reading this piece. During the video, I thought it was pretty cool to see a Buddah statue on top of a bookshelf in his study. These articles are a gift, shining light on people and talent who have pipe smoking in common. Otherwise, I might never have been made aware of them. "A writer for the people" (pipe smoking people). Thank you, sir!
Thanks Good Sir for another fascinating article. It made me wish for a Harris Tweed and some autumnal rain, pipe clenched, heading to class!
His experience with pipes and tobacco mirrors mine. LOL, the only thing I might do differently after watching Hell Boy (the movie) is light my pipes with a stick match.
Thanks for this, Chuck. I first encountered Priestley by reading his Literature and Western Man in high school. Certainly, seeing photos of him smoking a pipe, as well as seeing other writers I greatly admire such as Bertrand Russel doing so influenced me in my own pipe smoking journey. In 1966 he wrote "“Man, the creature who knows he must die, who has dreams larger than his destiny … needs an ally. (Woman I include here in Man). Mine has been tobacco. Even without it I have too often been impatient and intolerant. Without it I should have been insufferable. You may retort that I am insufferable anyhow, but, with a pipe nicely going, I do not believe you”. As you note, we don't know precisely what tobaccos he smoked, but certainly he preferred blends that included Latakia, given that he recalled: "“lying in a hot bath, smoking a pipe … lost in steam, the fumes of Latakia and the vaguest dreams …”
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Thank you for another interesting article.
Interesting that this should appear today. Last night I just watched a film based on J.B. Priestley's "An Inspector Calls" and he (and the story) has been on my mind all day.
(I had more to say about Priestly's play, but hit the Submit button before I should have) . Reading up about the play ("An Inspector Calls") I'm told by my betters that I'm supposed to interpret it as a socialist critique of capitalism , but honestly it works just as well as a Christian critique of secular (godless) culture that has "no room at the inn" for the outcast and the downtrodden. I think it's the mark of a great writer that it can be interpreted in different ways. It reminded me quite a bit of the Christian informed social conscience of a Charles Dicken's (in "A Christmas Carol") and not so much of dreary socialist "critiques" of capitalism. Anyway, whatever your theological or philosophical leanings, it's an odd and thought provoking story. Check it out.
Good catch on sapiens, a good example of time manipulation ;)
William, just because he wrote “lying in a hot bath, smoking a pipe … lost in steam, the fumes of Latakia and the vaguest dreams …” doesn't necessarily mean that he certainly prefered blends with Latakia. That might have been the only time that he got.lost in steam with the fumes of Latakia and the vaguest dreams.
*Preferred...,*hiccup*