Synthesized answer
Reginald’s core objection to attending the garden party is that he finds such social events tedious and full of tiresome interactions. He specifically dreads being asked by “exhaustingly up-to-date young women” if he has seen *San Toy*, or being questioned about the Diamond Jubilee or the Allies’ march into Paris [2]. He also wants to avoid playing croquet or talking to the Archdeacon’s wife, activities he associates with “physical prostration” [1]. In short, he sees the party as a “social martyrdom” endured only to help the narrator obtain a Persian kitten [1].
This reveals that Reginald is a character who values personal comfort, sartorial perfection, and witty detachment over social obligations. He is easily swayed by the chance to debate which tie goes with which waistcoat [2], and after behaving “abominably” by asking a bizarre question (“What did the Caspian Sea?”), his only regret is that “an apricot tie would have gone better with the lilac waistcoat” [4]. This shows his priorities lie entirely with appearance and amusement, not with pleasing others or following social norms.
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From the book
← Title Page Reginald by Saki Reginald Reginald on Christmas Presents → 1183731 Reginald — Reginald Saki I did it—I who should have known better. I persuaded Reginald to go to the McKillops’ garden-party against his will. We all make mistakes occasionally. “They know you’re here, and they’ll think it so funny if you don’t go. And I want particularly to be in with Mrs. McKillop just now.” “I know, you want one of her smoke Persian kittens as a prospective wife for Wumples—or a husband, is it?” (Reginald has a magnificent scorn for details, other than sartorial.) “And I am expected to undergo…
have to play croquet, or talk to the Archdeacon’s wife, or do anything that is likely to bring on physical prostration. You can just wear your sweetest clothes and moderately amiable expression, and eat chocolate-creams with the appetite of a blasé parrot. Nothing more is demanded of you.” Reginald shut his eyes. “There will be the exhaustingly up-to-date young women who will ask me if I have seen San Toy ; a less progressive grade who will yearn to hear about the Diamond Jubilee—the historic event, not the horse. With a little encouragement, they will inquire if I saw the Allies march into…
I knew that my point was gained. He was debating what tie would go with which waistcoat. Even then I had my misgivings. During the drive to the McKillops’ Reginald was possessed with a great peace, which was not wholly to be accounted for by the fact that he had inveigled his feet into shoes a size too small for them. I misgave more than ever, and having once launched Reginald on to the McKillops’ lawn, I established him near a seductive dish of marrons glacés , and as far from the Archdeacon’s wife as possible; as I drifted away to a diplomatic distance I heard with painful distinctness the…
e settled upon the company that expectant hush that precedes the dawn—when your neighbours don’t happen to keep poultry. “What did the Caspian Sea?” asked Reginald, with appalling suddenness. There were symptoms of a stampede. The Archdeacon’s wife looked at me. Kipling or someone has described somewhere the look a foundered camel gives when the caravan moves on and leaves it to its fate. The peptonised reproach in the good lady’s eyes brought the passage vividly to my mind. I played my last card. “Reginald, it’s getting late, and a sea-mist is coming on.” I knew that the elaborate curl over…
← Reginald on Worries Reginald by Saki Reginald on House-Parties Reginald at the Carlton → 1185251 Reginald — Reginald on House-Parties Saki The drawback is, one never really knows one’s hosts and hostesses. One gets to know their fox-terriers and their chrysanthemums, and whether the story about the go-cart can be turned loose in the drawing-room, or must be told privately to each member of the party, for fear of shocking public opinion; but one’s host and hostess are a sort of human hinterland that one never has the time to explore. There was a fellow I stayed with once in Warwickshire who…
More questions about this book
- Reginald claims to have "magnificent scorn for details, other than sartorial," yet he meticulously obsesses over his attire. How does this apparent contradiction illuminate Saki's portrayal of Reginald, and what satirical point might it serve?
- What is the deeper critique Reginald is making about social interaction when he compares women who "rake up the past" to tailors who "invariably remember what you owe them"?
- Beyond simply attending the party, what might be the narrator's underlying motivations for so insistently persuading Reginald, and how do these motivations shape their interaction?
- If Reginald finds attending a garden party to be "social martyrdom," what commentary might Saki be offering about the expectations and superficialities of the society Reginald inhabits?