On Chesil Beach

On Chesil Beach is a 2007 novella by British writer Ian McEwan. In 2007, the book was included on the Booker Prize shortlist.

The novella opens in July 1962. Edward Mayhew and Florence Ponting have just been married. Edward is a graduate student of history and Florence is a violinist in a string quartet. The newlyweds are spending their honeymoon in a small hotel on the Dorset seashore at Chesil Beach. The beach is known for the pebbles that wash up along the eighteen miles of its shoreline. It is said that you can identify where a pebble was found by its size.

The novella spans the course of twelve hours, during which Edward and Florence have dinner together and then attempt to consummate their marriage. They are both virgins who have eagerly awaited their wedding night for their first sexual experiences. McEwan drops hints that they might be mismatched, especially for the period in England, where social class would have held great importance.



Florence’s family is upper middle class. Her father is a successful businessman and her mother teaches philosophy at Oxford. Edward’s father is a beleaguered elementary school principal, who must manage the household because a freak accident has left his wife brain-damaged.

McEwan goes on to demonstrate how their misalliance is not only in relation to social class but sexual, as well. Edward is twenty-three years old and still a virgin, having found the “easy” girls at school unappealing. Both he and Florence have grown up in a culture of sexual repression, largely influenced by the lack of available contraceptives and the stigma surrounding unplanned pregnancies and hasty marriages. At this time, in the year 1962, the birth control pill is still only a rumor. Therefore, for Edward and Florence, the idea of sexual relations has only been a fantasy.

Edward anticipates marriage as the venue for his long-desired sexual intimacy, waiting impatiently for his “due” as an attentive but not aggressive suitor. He masturbates daily, but the pleasure it gives him is tainted by guilt and sadness at having to resort to such a poor substitute for human connection and intimacy. Because he is a virgin, he has anxiety about his performance when the moment finally arrives, and he prepares for his wedding night by abstaining from solitary pleasures for a week.



Feeling quite differently about the prospect of sex, Florence has strong feelings of repugnancy towards physicality. She seeks some guidance in the area, but her only source of information is a marriage manual, which only makes matters worse with terms like “glans” and “penetrate,” the latter suggesting she is like a drawing room that Edward will “enter.” Florence finds that she is nauseated even by the concept of Edward’s tongue in her mouth. Florence still feels bound by the social code of another era.

Finally, the time arrives to consummate the marriage. However, it is rather short-lived as Florence accidentally overstimulates Edward, causing him to ejaculate all over her body before they even have sex. This disgusts Florence on many levels, and she storms out. Edward goes after Florence to discuss what has happened and they have a heated argument. By the end of it, Florence has made it clear that she has no interest in ever having sex.

Furious, Edward accuses her of being deceitful in delivering their marriage vows, which contains a vow of sexual fulfillment for one another. Florence makes the suggestion that Edward turn to other women to fulfill his sexual desires, but this only serves to anger Edward further. Florence accuses him of being insensitive and aggressive, thinking only of his own needs. By the end of the terrible row, they go their separate ways, and their unconsummated marriage is automatically annulled.



The narrative is then taken over by Edward, who describes the following decades of his life. A year after the annulment, he finds himself mulling over Florence’s proposal and realizes that it no longer angers him. Still, he is reluctant to reunite with Florence. He explores relationships with other women, even marrying for a brief while, but admits that he never did love anyone as much as he did Florence.

Meanwhile, Florence has become a successful violinist, but she continues to think of Edward after every performance. Edward avoids Florence’s performances and any mention of them, as the memories they trigger are too painful. Finally, when he is in his sixties, he admits that had he and Florence stayed together, they probably would have made a fine couple, been good for one another, and gone on to enjoy a happy life together. He muses over the fact that a person’s life can be altered forever simply by doing nothing, as had he called out to Florence that night, she might not have walked out of his life forever.