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W HEN I STARTED out in J EREMY L EWIS another, the agent had become
publishing, nearly forty years the one fixed point in an
ago, the book trade was more
elderly than it is today. ‘Billy’
Collins and ‘Jamie’ Hamilton
HOPPING THE FENCE author’s life; and the agent of
today is as much a manager as a
quasi-accountant, involving
were in their late sixties; himself in editorial labours,
‘Fred’ Warburg and Victor Gollancz were even older, advising on publicity and jackets, and advancing his clients’
and Sir Stanley Unwin, with his white goatee beard, careers in film and television as well as the printed word.
looked as old as the hills. Longevity has become less But since agents are essentially businessfolk, all this
prized in the intervening years. George Weidenfeld is reflects realpolitik as well as the desire to be more closely
still active in his eighties, and Ernest Hecht of the involved with their authors’ work. In the old days, pub-
Souvenir Press is as effervescent as ever: but very few of lishers ruled the literary roost, for good or for bad, but
my contemporaries have survived the course. Red-faced towards the end of the Eighties they ceded power to the
men in chalk-striped suits have been elbowed aside by new bookselling chains and to the literary agents: with
high-powered lady publishers; long, boozy lunches at the result that the great publishing conglomerates tend to
the Garrick are tolerated, just, for the few survivors of combine massivity with powerlessness. Agents seem, by
the ancien régime. comparison, enviably free spirits; and whereas a publish-
Literary agents, on the other hand, seem exempt from er’s mistakes are invariably expensive, with money tied up
the cult of youth. Many of the top agents of today – in unearned advances and unsold stock, an agent’s dead
Michael Sissons, Pat Kavanagh, Deborah Rogers, Gillon duck represents little more than time wasted and a blow
Aitken, Bruce Hunter – were the top agents of my to the morale. Setting up and running a publishing house
youth, and show no signs of slowing down or jumping is a hugely expensive business; working on a commission
ship. Nor is there any good reason for them ever to basis, agents are recipients rather than investors, and the
retire. Successful agents are said to earn more than all but fact that starting up an agency is relatively cheap makes it
a few bestselling authors, far outstripping publishers and an attractive option for editors who have recently been
booksellers; and because they embody their businesses, sacked or want to cast corporate shackles aside.
they are the masters of their fates to a far greater extent This Gadarene rush into literary agency has come at a
than most publishers can ever hope to be. Whereas pub- curious time. As the publishing conglomerates become
lishing houses consist of warehouses full of books, work- ever larger, swallowing up one firm after another (the
in-progress and contracts as well as the people who work few remaining independents include Bloomsbury, Faber,
there, agencies are, in essence, no more and no less than Granta, Profile, Duckworth and Constable), the number
the accumulated experience, shrewdness and rapacity of of outlets to whom agents can sell their wares is bound
the agents themselves. Back in the Seventies and Eighties to diminish. This coincides with a widening gulf
many independent publishers sold out to the conglomer- between the haves and the have-nots of the literary
ates, and found themselves, often to their surprise, being world, with publishers concentrating their firepower –
shown the door by their new owners; but agents who sell in the form of advances and publicity budgets – on a
out will be begged to stay on, since without them and few hoped-for bestsellers, often ghostwritten for celebri-
their authors agencies dissolve into thin air. Publishers ties and sportsmen. The ‘midlist’ – those worthy books
come and go, it seems, but agents go on for ever. which get large reviews, sell in modest quantities, are
Not surprisingly, many people who, in earlier times, more productive of réclame than profit, and are of no
might have become editors now aspire to be agents instead great interest to chains and supermarkets – has been
– so much so that every time I open The Bookseller I under siege for as long as I can remember, with doom-
expect to read how yet another eminent publisher has sters predicting its imminent demise; judging by the
hopped over the fence. Back in the Seventies, Ed Victor threadbare look of some publishers’ autumn catalogues,
and Gillon Aitken set the pattern, and were followed in the moment of truth may be upon us.
due course by David Godwin; recent apostates include There is always a great gulf set between what an
Peter Straus, late of Picador, Caroline Michel from author needs to write a book and what a publisher
HarperCollins, Clare Alexander from Macmillan and the should sensibly pay for it, and whereas agents both
ebullient Patrick Janson-Smith of Transworld – whose prompted and profited from the inflated advances paid
father, Peter, represented Ian Fleming, Eric Ambler and over the last twenty years even for modest-selling books,
Gavin Maxwell back in the Fifties, and has recently set up there are signs that, for midlist titles at least, advances are
shop once more. Publishing, they tell us, has become tumbling down. Bestsellers are, by definition, few and
intolerably corporate and bureaucratic, too dominated by far between; the rewards of the midlist are not what they
salesmen and accountants. In the Nineties we were told were; what, one wonders, will all these agents be up to
that, with editors always on the move from one firm to in five or ten years’ time? A job in publishing, perhaps?
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CONTENTS
ART 33 J OHN M C E WEN John Constable Anthony Bailey R ICHARD O VERY ’s The Dictators:
34 H ENRIETTA G ARNETT The Private Lives of the Hitler’s Germany, Stalin’s Russia was
awarded the Wolfson Prize for
Impressionists Sue Roe
History 2005 and is available in
paperback from Penguin.
FOREIGN PARTS 36 A LLAN M ASSIE Paris: The Secret History Andrew Hussey
37 JUSTIN MAROZZI Temptations of the West: How to be Modern in R ICHARD H OLMES is professor of
India, Pakistan and Beyond Pankaj Mishra military and security studies at
Cranfield University. His most
38 JOHN CLAY The Commonwealth of Thieves: The Story of the
recent book, Dusty Warriors: The
Founding of Australia Thomas Keneally Bound for Botany Bay Modern Soldier at War, was published
Alan Brooke and David Brandon The Fever of Discovery: The in April by HarperCollins.
Story of Matthew Flinders Marion Body
40 D ENNIS S EWELL Alistair Cooke’s American Journey: Life on A C GRAYLING’s Descartes: The Life of
René Descartes and Its Place in His Times
the Home Front in the Second World War Alistair Cooke
was published in October by Free Press.
41 C HRISTOPHER R OSS Atomic Sushi Simon May
DONALD RAYFIELD’s Stalin and his
GENERAL 42 A C GRAYLING Isaiah Berlin: Political Ideas in the Romantic Age Hangmen is published in paperback
(Ed) Henry Hardy by Viking.
43 D ES S PENCE One in Three Adam Wishart
DOMINIC SANDBROOK is the author
44 MICHAEL BURLEIGH The Moral Imagination: From Edmund of Never Had It So Good, a history of
Burke to Lionel Trilling Gertrude Himmelfarb Britain in the early 1960s. Its sequel,
45 M ARCUS B ERKMANN Tintin and the Secret of Literature White Heat, is published next month
Tom McCarthy by Little, Brown.
46 A LICE P ITMAN The Wal-Mart Effect Charles Fishman
J OHN C LAY is the author of
47 CHRISTOPHER BRAY ON HAPPINESS Maconochie’s Experiment: How One
48 K A T H Y W A T S O N On Trying to Keep Still Jenny Diski Man’s Extraordinary Vision Saved
Transported Convicts from Degradation
FICTION 50 J OHN D UGDALE The Brief and Frightening Reign of Phil, and Despair (John Murray).
includes In Persuasion Nation Collection George Saunders
N IGEL J ONES ’s The War Walk: A
51 C HRISTOPHER H ART Gathering the Water Robert Edric Journey along the Western Front is
52 S USANNA J ONES Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman Haruki published by Cassell.
Murakami
53 MARTYN BEDFORD Talk Talk T C Boyle GILES MACDONOGH has written six
books on modern German history.
54 P AUL B INDING The Sunlight on the Garden Francis King
After the Reich: From the Fall of Vienna
55 R ICHARD G ODWIN ON F IRST N OVELS to the Berlin Airlift will be published
56 W ILLIAM B RETT Whiteman Tony D’Souza by John Murray in April 2007.
57 M ARCELLA E DWARDS The Free and Easy Anne Haverty
57 P HILIP W OMACK Adverbs Daniel Handler MARCUS BERKMANN’s most recent
book about cricket, Zimmer Men, is
available in paperback from Abacus.
CRIME 58 J ESSICA M ANN His next offering, The Prince of Wales
POETRY COMPETITION 62 (Highgate) Quiz Book (Hodder &
AUDIOBOOK 63 S USAN C ROSLAND Stoughton), will appear in October.
SILENCED VOICES 64 L UCY P OPESCU He is currently wondering what to
do next.
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more familiar than Tooze will concede. At a stroke the forced Hitler to wage war sooner rather than later. To
German economic revival becomes a story of large-scale support this claim, which is what it is, he suggests that
rearmament; Tooze rightly shows that living standards the diplomatic evidence is clear. I searched hard to find
were never top priority and were squeezed tighter and it. In fact Tooze himself admits that it is not known how
tighter as the 1930s drew on; the German government Hitler reacted to the economic information he was fed,
succeeded in a remarkable macroeconomic project while the large body of evidence that shows Hitler’s
which prevented massive inflation, controlled trade, and growing conviction of Western hesitancy or abstention
delivered the key products for a modern armed force. is swept aside. It is perfectly possible to argue that Hitler
But his argument that it was never enough to meet did see the need for a war with Poland (but not Britain
Hitler’s fantasies of world politics begs many questions. and France), which would engross new resources and
For instance, although he makes clear that huge invest- unravel the European power balance in Germany’s
ments were made between 1938 and 1942 to fuel the favour entirely, while giving the opportunity to absorb
war economy, and that there were few of the constraints and exploit the very large resource base constituted by
from domestic politics that worried the democratic all the territorial gains from Austria onwards. This base
British and Americans, there can surely be no doubt that could then be used for a number of contingencies, but
more could have been extracted from the quantity of particularly the drive to the East, without which the
resources available in Germany and the occupied and imperial dreams just could not be realised. The docu-
satellite territories. If the German army had been willing mentary evidence after the outbreak of war suggests that
to accept the technical reductions in production and Hitler really wanted someone else to make up his mind
performance that allowed the huge mass-production for him, which Chamberlain and Daladier reluctantly
runs in the Soviet Union and the United States, their did; but it is still an open question, depending on the
situation would have been very different. way the evidence is weighed, whether he really wanted
It also begs questions about military performance and this of all outcomes in September 1939.
popular enthusiasm. The young Germans who streamed Tooze is right to argue that economics mattered, and
into Belgium and France in 1940 had a will to win and mattered a great deal to Hitler, but many of the issues
indifference to brutality that neither Western army remain more complicated than a simple recognition of
possessed. German fighting skills in the Soviet Union, Germany’s relative economic weakness. On one issue,
backed by more than four million men, ought to have economics has clearly forced historians to rethink. The
produced victory in 1941, as Hitler hoped. Then the Holocaust is explored here in ways which many readers,
war would have taken a very different turn. It was not unfamiliar with the way Holocaust Studies has been
weakness that destroyed that prospect in 1941 but the moving, will find surprising. But the destruction of the
fact that the rump Soviet Union simply did not behave Jews was linked both to the war in the East, where Jews
like a Western state by obligingly giving up when almost were in the way of the economic and ethnic remodel-
all its armed forces were destroyed and its economy ling of the whole region, and to the war in the West,
reduced to a fraction of its pre-war size. which Hitler blamed on Jews in London and
These wider issues matter only because Tooze has Washington. Getting rid of the Jews made a great deal of
chosen to use economic factors as the decisive field for economic sense, and gave a common rationale for the
understanding the wider dynamics of Hitler’s dictator- global conflict that Germany now faced. Auschwitz-
ship and the choices Hitler made. This works up to a Birkenau was the symbol of the hideous marriage
point, but it plays down the other issues – above all, as between economic rationality and race hatred.
Evan Mawdsley has recently argued in reference to the The final defeat of Germany enabled the world to get
Soviet-German war, that politics mattered a great deal. back on track. But there is a danger in seeing the whole
Different political choices, a more intelligent diplomacy, crisis of the age as a German crisis. The strategic eco-
better intelligence in its military sense, might well have nomic options described for Germany were embraced,
produced a different outcome or allowed more room for also with great risk, by Italy and Japan, and for largely the
manoeuvre. So too the problem of what to do with a same reasons. Britain, France and the Soviet Union were
population so fired up by the image of a bright new scarcely passive parties, doing what they did only because
German order that something had to be delivered. of the Germans. Redrawing the political geography of
The deterministic role of economics is made evident the world, building new orders, anticipating an economic
in Tooze’s radical reassessment of the outbreak of war in revolution were general activities, not particular to the
September 1939. He insists that there was no miscalcula- issue of Germany. While Adam Tooze has opened up a
tion on Hitler’s part about British and French intentions. series of fascinating and challenging perspectives on the
Like Gerhard Weinberg before him, Tooze sees the war Third Reich, there are more questions to ask about the
with Britain and France as a deliberate choice; the slide into the abyss of war and violation after 1939.
weaknesses in German rearmament in summer 1939 To order this book at £24, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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D ONALD R AYFIELD thoughtful Russian families had to live right until the late
1980s. School was a place where you feared revealing to
A RUSSIAN ANNE FRANK your teachers and fellow pupils what you thought or what
your parents talked about. Most Soviet parents brought up
their children to be consummate hypocrites: it was the
I WANT TO L IVE : T HE D IARY OF A YOUNG only tolerable way to find moral salvation for the family
G IRL IN S TALIN ’ S RUSSIA between the mid 1920s and mid 1980s. This brings us to
★ the most unbelievable feature of the story: Nina’s mother
By Nina Lugovskaya discovered the diary, read passages of it, and even crossed
(Translated by Andrew Bromfield) out a few lines – but she did not destroy it, even though
(Doubleday 267pp £16.99) her husband was already classed as an ideological enemy
and banned from living in Moscow. The diary was to save
WHEN THIS DIARY was published in Russia two years the NKVD from having to fabricate evidence and
ago, it was immediately, and inevitably, compared with doomed the entire family to the Gulag. What was going
the diary of Anne Frank. It is a very articulate record by through the mind of Nina’s mother, to leave this docu-
an adolescent girl, living in an ever more threatening ment virtually intact? Though Nina says far less about her
totalitarian environment, of her fears and frustrations, mother than about her father, whom she loves and some-
and it mingles the emotional pains of a girl going times hates with passion, by inference the mother, of an
through puberty with the anguish of a trapped animal educated bourgeois background, was the real rebel in the
feeling the hunters getting nearer. For a girl of thirteen family. Her decision not to destroy the diary was an act
years old, in a society where there was no information far bolder than her daughter’s persistence in creating such
but official propaganda and market rumour, Nina was compromising material.
remarkably well informed and perspicacious: she reports Anne Frank’s diary, had the Gestapo read it when they
the famine and cannibalism that took the lives of millions took her away, would have made no difference to her fate.
of peasants in 1933, when not just the Moscow press but That is why it reads so movingly: we know the inevitable
Moscow’s inhabitants were genuinely unaware of the dis- end. Nina’s diary-keeping, however grateful posterity is
aster happening five hundred miles to the south. Andrew for a rare record of how people lived and felt when they
Bromfield speculates that she may have had access to were muted by terror, was a crazy, irresponsible act. Had
underground Menshevik or Social Revolutionary litera- it not been written, she and her sisters might have had
ture, but this seems unlikely in the 1930s when all rather different lives, even if their parents were doomed to
dissidence had been suppressed. Nina’s perspicacity is one go through the great mincing machine of the NKVD.
of the most mysterious elements in her diary. By some miracle, all the Lugovskoi family lived
Of the millions who shared the fates of Anne Frank through their sentences in the worst part of the Gulag,
and Nina Lugovskaya, only a tiny fraction left behind a the dreaded Kolyma with its nine-month winters, where
record of what they went through. On the other hand, nearly a third of the prisoners died each year, and the
the differences between Anne Frank and Nina chances of surviving a ten-year sentence were a mere
Lugovskaya are perhaps more important than the simi- two in a hundred. The womenfolk were released after
larities. The most interesting feature of this diary is that just five years, and Nina’s father lived for a decade or so
it has been pre-digested for us: when Nina Lugovskaya after his release in 1947. Nina never became the writer
was arrested and interrogated in January 1937, at the that her diaries hint she should have become, but she
height of Stalin’s great terror, her NKVD interrogator married and became a very successful artist.
went through the diary, marking up all the passages that She lived long enough to see the Soviet Union col-
made it so easy for him to indict an eighteen-year-old lapse around her, her adolescent dreams fulfilled. One
girl as a dangerous terrorist. wants to know what enabled her and her remarkable
Andrew Bromfield has printed these marked passages in family to come through the hell for which the contents
charcoal font and we can thus read two minds simultane- of this diary were just an initiation; unfortunately, even
ously, that of the victim and that of her persecutor. Nina when it became safe to do so, she no longer appears to
writes at several points of her hatred for the Bolsheviks in have recorded a word of her feelings. The diary remains
general and Stalin in particular, who have made their lives a monument to a girl’s reckless defiance of indoctrina-
and in particular the life of her idealistic socialist father tion and intimidation. Anne Frank’s diary leaves us not
such hell. She rejoices to hear of the assassination of wanting or needing to know any more. I finished Nina
Stalin’s closest associate, Sergei Kirov, in December 1934, Lugovskaya’s diary frustrated, despite the excellent back-
and she calls for Stalin himself to be killed. ground information Andrew Bromfield provides, as if I
In some ways, Nina was a typical Soviet schoolgirl, liv- had left the theatre after just Act I of the tragedy.
ing the double life that schoolgirls from educated and To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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P ETER J ONES
Britons Never
Shall Be Slaves
A N I MPERIAL P OSSESSION : B RITAIN IN THE
ROMAN E MPIRE , 54 BC – AD 409
★
By David Mattingly
(Allen Lane / Penguin Press 621pp £30)
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F RANK FAIRFIELD The Breaking Point began as a spin-off from Koch’s previ-
ous book, Double Lives, an investigation into the sticky
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was played like one of his own marlin fish: cajoled and marked, paranoid master in the Kremlin. This is a brave,
flattered by Comintern agents until his larger-than-life fine, sad book. Anyone interested in the literature and
carcase was safely lashed to the Stalinist ship. Nobbling politics of the terrible twentieth century should read it.
Hem not only suited Stalin’s short-term Spanish goals, it Jason Webster, a youngish British expat in Spain, has
also neatly coincided with a change in Communist cul- carved out an enviable reputation as an expert on all
tural strategy. Until 1935, the Kremlin had encouraged things Hispanic on the strength of two titles: Duende, his
‘modernism’ in all its forms. But that year Comintern passionate evocation of the spirit of flamenco that first
boss Karl Radek signalled a shift in policy, attacking drew him to Spain, and Andalus, his lament for the lost
modernism as bourgeois individualism, and proclaiming culture of Moorish Spain. With Guerra!, the final part of
the new doctrine of ‘Socialist realism’. Heroic tractor his Spanish trilogy, he engages just as profoundly with the
drivers were in, and unstructured novels were out. tragic legacy of the Civil War. The book skilfully dovetails
This sea-change was bad news for John Dos Passos. Webster’s own travels to the war’s significant sites around
Once mentioned in the same breath as James Joyce, Dos Spain with potted stories of its more famous and infa-
Passos, the leading American apostle of literary mod- mous episodes. Murders and massacres feature prominent-
ernism, is sadly forgotten today. His epic novels Three ly as he advances the thesis that the Spanish penchant for
Soldiers and Manhattan Transfer and his sprawling trilogy, cruelty, violence and extremism may not lie buried in the
USA, go unread. But throughout the 1920s and into the past, forgotten along with the thousands of nameless
Thirties ‘Dos’ was the key radical in American fiction, and victims of the war – but may be resurrected all over again.
hence a prime target for Stalin’s wooers. In addition, he One does not have to share Webster’s fears for the future
had been Hemingway’s best buddy since they had driven of his adopted homeland, nor his slightly starry-eyed
ambulances together in Italy in the First World War. romanticising of the Republican cause, to recognise that
So the two old pals collaborated on a prestige propa- this is an absorbing book that conveys the raw Spanish
ganda project: a film, The Spanish Earth, dramatising the experience – its heat, dust, light and shade – with rare and
Republic’s struggle against fascism in tear-jerking, heroic startling actuality. Admirers of his first two books will have
tractor-driver terms. their high regard confirmed by this one. Newcomers
Both men came to besieged Madrid for the film. But should start here. They will not be disappointed.
Dos was in trouble on every front: his friendship with To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 16
Hem was souring thanks to his rival’s jealousy and the
implacable hostility of Gellhorn; his literary superstar
status was fading because of the Comintern’s swerve away
from modernism; and (most perilous of all) he was
regarded as politically unreliable by the Stalinist thugs
who ran Republican Spain. Unaware of the mounting
danger, Dos, with dogged decency, persisted in making
inquiries about his other old friend, José Robles, who had
been snatched from his wife and children by secret police-
men and had vanished. No one knew – or wanted to
know – what had happened to him until the secret police
set up a willing Hem to break the bad news, which he
did with sadistic glee: Robles had been shot as a spy.
This is Koch’s breaking point: when Dos broke with
Communism and Hem broke with Dos, and the great,
brave cause of the Republic was irretrievably lost – not
to its inevitable military defeat, but to Orwell’s enemies,
namely lies and tyranny. With the shining exception of
Dos – who, though too late to save Robles, heroically
rescued another victim from Stalinist vengeance – no one
emerges from this book with much credit. But Koch is
honest and generous enough to recognise that the novel
Hemingway produced when his moment of Stalinist
madness had subsided – For Whom the Bell Tolls – is a
flawed masterpiece. Naturally, the bell tolled for Stalin’s
killers too, most of whom were summoned back from
Spain, greeted as heroes, and then shot – shot not for any
cause save the lunatic behest of their dwarfish, pock-
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O v e r w h e l m i n g l y, survived to become a PR
Martin Gilbert’s witnesses man, is clearly disposed to
are British – the enemy look on the bright side of
do not get much of life – and finds it even on
a look-in. This gap is the Somme.
br illiantly filled by the He and his fellow
militar y histor ian Yorkshiremen were
Christopher Duffy, who thrown into the battle
has had the excellent idea straight from training in
of telling the familiar story England at the fag end of
of the Somme through the long struggle. They
unfamiliar German words. were lucky – they simply
He bases his account on had to hold on to a bat-
Ger man intelligence tered section of trench
reports culled from the before they were relieved.
inter rogation of newly Their time there was
captured British prisoners relatively uneventful. A
– or, in a few cases, Thiepval Memorial few men died, and an
deserters. This new evi- officer mysteriously van-
dence, Duffy implies, reinforces the arguments of revi- ished – perhaps to become one of the deserters quoted
sionist historians who say that the Somme, for all its by Duffy? But even a quiet week on the Somme was
British blunders and unimaginable losses, was justified hellish, and by the end, as Rogerson stumbles out of
because it so wore down the German army that their Gehenna, we come to believe his assertion that his men’s
lingering hopes of victory became unsustainable. (This comradeship, humour and stoical endurance made it all
argument, for me, is somewhat negated by the irony that bearable – but only just.
the Germans, in 1918, swept across the old battlefields After the Somme returned to a silence broken only by
of the Somme again – retaking in a few hours the terri- the song of skylarks, the bodies were gathered into neat
tory they had lost over so many weeks, and at the cost of and ordered cemeteries. But there were still gaps in the
so much blood, two years before.) ranks. The 73,000 Britons whose bodies were atomised,
Duffy provides fascinating first-hand reports from what pulverised into the mud or shredded by the millions of
the military historian (and Somme veteran) Basil Liddell shells which had pounded the tortured soil are com-
Hart called ‘the other side of the hill’. He presents a memorated on the walls of the vast arch designed by Sir
picture of the healthy respect which the Germans held for Edwin Lutyens, the Thiepval Memorial to the Missing,
their foes. If the British lived in fear of German machine at the very heart of the battlefield, the subject of Gavin
guns and their inevitable counter-attacks, then the Stamp’s moving and eloquent book. Stamp cannot con-
Germans dreaded the Trommelfeuer of the merciless British ceal two overriding emotions: his reverence for Lutyens,
artillery and the dogged persistence with which the whom he persuasively claims as the greatest ever British
Tommies – and the Australians, New Zealanders, South architect, with the Arch as his finest work – and his utter
Africans and Canadians – kept on coming on, despite disgust at the slaughter of the men memorialised,
their losses. The Germans were also in mortal terror of a Sassoon’s ‘intolerably nameless names’, who he believes
new British wonder-weapon which made its debut on died in vain.
the Somme: the tank. And both sides feared gas. One can agree or disagree with Stamp, but in the end
This enlightening, if dry book is marred only by a it doesn’t matter: the arguments are academic to the
couple of blots – Premier Asquith’s first name was men who are one with the wind and the rain and the
Herbert, not ‘Hubert’; and Duffy seems unaware that ancient sunlight. In the words of a Somme survivor,
the prisoner of war F W Harvey, whose evidence he Guy Chapman, later a distinguished historian of France,
cites at length, was a noted poet – and the bosom friend quoted by Gilbert: ‘No. 1 company is badly knocked
of that tormented genius, Ivor Gurney. out. Lauder and Young both badly wounded. Sergeant-
The conditions that helped drive a sensitive soul like Major Dell wounded. Farrington killed. Sgt Brown not
Gurney out of his mind were meat and drink to the more expected to live. Sgt Baker wounded. Westle, poor
robust, if inexperienced subaltern Sidney Rogerson, who fellow, killed. Foley – the last of his family – killed, a lot
tells us without irony that the war, for many of his fellow of other good men, too many to speak of.’ The names
warriors, was ‘the best days of their lives’. Military publish- of Farrington, Westle and Foley are on Lutyens’ Arch –
ers Greenhill have handsomely reissued Rogerson’s classic all that remains of them.
trench memoir, Twelve Days on the Somme. Rogerson, who To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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G ILES M AC D ONOGH Olympics was nationalism. Since their revival at the end
of the nineteenth century, the Games have provoked
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no love lost between the for mer air ace and the the Americans.
Propaganda Minister, however, and it is inconceivable In the end I remain slightly baffled as to why Hitler and
that Goebbels would have turned his house over to the Nazis were so keen to stage the Games, which occa-
Göring’s use. If there was a lecherous Nazi on the prowl sioned a most uncharacteristic and reckless spending spree
that night it was probably Goebbels. He had a consider- when the state was heading for bankruptcy. They found
able track record: in his way he was an Olympian. the ‘solution’ to this when they instituted a systematic
Germany may have been the world’s greatest pariah in robbery of the Jews eighteen months later. They certainly
1936, but, as Walters reminds us, she actually won the wanted to show the world some of the things they had
games, and by a very large margin. Germany achieved achieved since 1933 (if not their new weapons), but this
eighty-nine medals, compared to the fifty-six awarded to fits ill with the attitude they demonstrated towards the
her closest rival, the United States. Walters does not outside world just three years later when they wanted to
discuss the German athletes very much, except in the impress that world in a rather different way. Perhaps the
case of the Communist wrestler Seelenbinder, who was Berlin Olympics reveal the fact that Hitler had yet to
beheaded as an opponent of the regime. It is suggested divulge to his immediate circle that he intended to bring
that they might have cheated a bit here and there, and the house down on their heads. For the time being it was
that they had the odd hermaphrodite contesting in the fun and games and Pax Germanica.
ladies’ events – but they were not alone in this: so did To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 16
C HANDAK S ENGOOPTA traders were tolerated as long as they paid their dues,
but this toleration could be withdrawn at any time. Still,
NIGHT OF DOOM the British did quite well out of the system and by
the mid 1700s, a major city was developing around
their trading station in Calcutta. Worried by their
T HE B LACK H OLE : M ONEY, M YTH growing might, Nawab Siraj-ud-Daula accused the
AND E MPIRE English of planning to challenge his authority over
★ Bengal. British closeness to disaffected members of the
By Jan Dalley Nawab’s court intensified Siraj’s anxiety, and the situa-
(Fig Tree 221pp £16.99) tion worsened when the Nawab’s envoy was expelled by
Roger Drake, the inexperienced Governor of the
GIVEN HOW POWERFUL the British Empire seemed to be British settlement.
to its subjects, it is curious that the public at home has Siraj now set out with his troops towards Calcutta.
always shown more interest in its disasters than in its Despite early insouciance, the British soon realised that
triumphs. Think of Khartoum, Cawnpore, the Amritsar their resources were quite inadequate for the imminent
massacre, Mau Mau or the subject of this book – the battle. Many, including Drake himself, fled by ship, and
Black Hole. The tale of a hundred-odd an inadequate, poorly-armed force was
British soldiers suffocating to death in a left to be routed by the Nawab’s men.
tiny room on a sweltering night in eigh- After the battle was over, the Nawab’s
teenth-century Calcutta has horrified commander locked up the surviving
and inspired the British for so long that Britons in the cell that had been used
it is bound to come up whenever the by the British for the detention of their
city is mentioned, even though the his- own soldiers. This cell had always been
torical reality of the Black Hole, as Jan known as the ‘black hole’ and, accord-
Dalley shows, is actually quite elusive. ing to the later account of the incarcer-
In the mid eighteenth century, the ation by John Zephaniah Holwell, it
British merely ran a few trading outposts measured only about twenty square
in India and had little political power. feet. Some 146 people were crammed
The subcontinent was governed by the into it on the hot and airless night of 20
Mughal emperor in theory but each June 1756; most of them died in acute
region was in fact controlled by local agony and only about twenty were still
kings and nobles. In prosperous, agrarian alive in the morning. Retaliation was
Bengal, where the Br itish, French, swift. Forces from Madras, led by
Dutch and Danes vied for mercantile Robert Clive, had reconquered
supremacy, effective authority lay with Calcutta by January 1757, and Siraj’s
the Nawab, who was only technically a army was defeated (more by bribery
viceroy of the Mughals. The foreign Nawab Siraj-ud-Daula than by military might) later that year
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S IMON H EFFER and Italy if it meant he acquired some cash flow, and was
at great pains whenever possible at this time to tell all
His Genius and sundry that he had not a drop of Jewish blood in his
veins (a protest he felt it necessary to make because, by a
quirk of nature, he looked exceedingly Semitic). But
Preceded Him then this was a man who would depute his wife to meet
his mistress Vera at regular intervals in Paris to hand over
the allowance he provided for her. He was not, we may
S TRAVINSKY: T HE S ECOND E XILE , F RANCE safely say, an especially nice man, a view of him that is
AND A MERICA , 1934–1971, VOL 2 shared by the author, whose objectivity is not the least
★ of his gifts.
By Stephen Walsh This second volume also begins at a time crucial to
(Jonathan Cape 736pp £30) Stravinsky’s artistic development: he has moved from his
earlier neoclassical roots, still audible in such supposedly
STEPHEN WALSH WAS already an authority on the music revolutionary works as Le Sacre du Printemps and
of Igor Stravinsky when he published, to great acclaim, L’Oiseau de Feu, to a more or less full commitment to
the first volume of his life of the composer in 2000. He atonalism. Berg and Schoenberg are his new gods: later,
took the story up to 1934, with the exiled maestro he will admire Boulez and Henze. The anti-listener
living a dual life in France entre deux guerres. In Paris he nature of this school of music might explain why so
would spend as much time as he could with his worldly much of what remains of Stravinsky’s music in the
mistress, the ex-actress Vera Sudeykina, in between repertoire today is from the early period of his life.
tiring excursions to the countryside near Grenoble – Walsh inserts concise and helpful analyses of Stravinsky’s
nine hours away in those days before the TGV – to be works as he comes across them in the narrative, but we
with his wife Catherine, or Katya, and their children. are never clear – perhaps Walsh himself isn’t – about
The country was where Stravinsky could write his whether the maestro, by these last decades, had much
music, but Par is was where he could be himself. regard for his audience.
Unfortunately for him, Mme Stravinsky began to feel Between December 1938 and the spring of 1939,
bored and marginalised, and soon after Walsh’s narrative with the Stravinskys sharing the apprehension of much
resumes, at the beginning of this second and concluding of France about the probability of war, three blows fell
volume, the family decide to decamp to Paris. upon the composer. His daughter, his wife and finally
The obvious strain this creates in Stravinsky’s life – his mother all died, the first two from TB. His other
having wife and mistress living on top of each other – is children having grown up, he closed up his apartment in
not the only difficulty in a close, patriarchal family exis- the rue St Honoré, put his precious manuscripts into
tence. Most of his family, including his a bank vault (where they happily
wife and (later on) himself, appear to survived the ensuing conflagration)
have tuberculosis, and doctors soon and headed for America. A series of
order them to a sanatorium in the manipulations enabled Vera to get
French Alps for long and sporadic out and follow him, and they were
periods of recuperation. Stravinsky is soon mar r ied – bigamously, as
also strapped for cash, living way Sudeykin was alive and well and liv-
beyond his means, and far from secure ing in New York – and found them-
about either the success of his music or selves washed up in Los Angeles,
his ability to earn money from it. touting for business.
With the rise of the Nazis Stravinsky While the climate suited the mae-
found his work banned in Germany stro’s own tubercular recovery pro-
for being unduly progressive: though, gramme, Vera hated California, but
somewhat shamefully, he appears for suffered mostly in silence for the
largely financial reasons to have come next thirty years. Stravinsky had the
to some sort of accommodation with benefits, in a town where even then
the Third Reich by about 1938. celebr ity counted for more than
Humanitar ian causes were not most things, of having a name. This
Stravinsky’s thing: he was at best enabled him and Vera to move
ambivalent about Franco’s seizure of relatively effortlessly into Hollywood
power in Spain, was happy to rub society, making friends with the likes
along with the regimes in Germany Stravinsky: discordant old age of Charlie Chaplin and Edward
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G Robinson. The latter, born Emmanuel Goldenberg in exploited by the unsavoury regimes concerned for the
a Romanian ghetto in 1893, sponsored the Stravinskys’ maximum propaganda value. Stravinsky also becomes a
naturalisation, only for it to be found that he himself still serious drunk, consuming so much vodka and Dom
had the status of an illegal immigrant from when his Perignon on a visit to Paris that he is unable to meet
parents had brought him into the country in 1903. Marc Chagall to discuss a collaboration about a potential
During the war years, Stravinsky had to give composi- sacred work.
tion lessons at twenty-five dollars a time to make ends Walsh deals sensitively and fairly with the late arrival
meet. While he was revered as a genius, there was little into Stravinsky’s family of the young, clever but self-
call for his music. There were many abortive attempts to loathing music student Robert Craft. He importuned
do deals with film studios, including Mayer, Goldwyn Stravinsky not long after the war and soon offered himself
and Disney. Stravinsky sold Disney the rights to the to the maestro as, more or less, his slave. By the 1960s
Firebird, which was duly butchered and set to animation. Craft had attained a status somewhere between son,
In the effort to survive, all compromises were accept- collaborator and factotum. As Stravinsky aged, Craft
able: in so doing, he did not scrape the barrel in the way would conduct his music in rehearsal and even, some-
that his pianist son, trapped in France, did in seeking times to audience disapproval, take his own place on the
permission to go to perform in Nazi Germany itself. rostrum in performance. Stravinsky’s grasp of English was
In time, the lion-hunters of America drummed up never better than shaky, and Craft would write his letters
enough commissions to elevate Stravinsky to a decent for him, frequently towards the end without much
level of earnings, and several academic posts also came to consultation with Stravinsky himself. It also seems that
his assistance. He continued to churn out music that Craft wrote some of what we understand to be the later
never quite obtained the popularity or currency of his Stravinsky canon. He has written much biographical
earlier works, but his genius preceded him. By the late material about the maestro, a lot of which Walsh proves to
1940s he and Vera were well established, and either be not entirely accurate: and towards the end of
collaborating with, or seeking collaborations with, some Stravinsky’s life, Craft appears to be in league with Vera
of the best writers in the world: Auden, Aldous Huxley, not merely in preventing access to the old man – even for
Dylan Thomas and T S Eliot among them. There was his own family – but in stirring up difficulties about the
also an excruciating encounter with an obtusely rude eventual inheritance of the Stravinsky estate. Nonetheless,
Evelyn Waugh in 1949, which occurred on the strength Walsh pays a warm tribute to Craft, who rarely sought to
of the Stravinskys’ admiration for his writings. The promote himself through his association with Stravinsky,
maestro seems to have coped manfully with Waugh’s and whose assistance to him was, Walsh concedes, vital in
proclamation, over the lunch at which they met, that he the production of several of the later works. There was
found all music painful. something of a mess left after Stravinsky’s death in 1971,
Walsh’s greatest talent is to whip the story on, which but this was not least of old Igor’s own making: had he
he does reasonably well through 560 pages. At times it is been straighter with his family, his associates and the tax-
hard going: an endless round of transatlantic travel, man, things would have been far easier.
financial chicanery (old Igor was nothing if not sharp Whether taken on its own or with the first volume,
about money, and permanently at war with the taxman, this is a magnificent work of biography. Although Walsh’s
whom he seems successfully to have defrauded for writing can from time to time be a little precious –
decades) and rather queeny bitchings with collaborators, witness some of his chapter titles – his narrative has real
conductors and impresarios about the exact nature of pace, an achievement considering how boring much of
the presentation and interpretation of his works. As Stravinsky’s long life was. Anyone wanting to know more
Stravinsky gets older he about the music itself should
becomes yet more egotisti- consult Walsh’s own writings
cal, more insecure, more on the subject, which are
selfish and more impossible author itative. The only
to live with. He and Vera shortcoming in these pages is
both come to detest that the reader is rarely given
California so much that they a sense of what inspired the
accept almost any offer for composer, or how he
well-remunerated foreign evolved so greatly during his
travel, including tr ips of www.lifelinespress.co.uk compositional career. That
doubtful moral value to Turning your memoirs into family heirlooms caveat aside, this work is a
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In this there was nothing unusual. It was Da Ponte’s book covers a wider range, and in it he has selected
skill, as the tenor Michael Kelly described it, referring to excellent contemporary quotes to evoke the cities in
his libretto for Storace’s Gli equivoci, based on The which Da Ponte lived. In Venice he knew Casanova, in
Comedy of Errors: ‘Deftly reducing five acts to two, intro- Vienna Metastasio. Coming to London he found sympa-
ducing ar ias ... while retaining the essence of thetic clients, among them the Duchess of Devonshire
Shakespeare’s comedy.’ and George Spencer. His New York friends included
For all that he is known to posterity as a librettist, it was Clement Moore, founder of the General Theological
his love of Italian literature that lay at the heart of Da Seminary, and the author of The Night Before Christmas.
Ponte’s career. Eventually banished from Vienna, as he had Both authors are much kinder to Da Ponte than some
been from Venice, he went to London, where he opened of his earlier biographers. April Fitzlyon, for instance, in
a bookshop, started a printing press, and lost a fortune in her 1955 study The Libertine Librettist, called him ‘a sanc-
an ill-starred theatre project. He strove to educate the timonious prig’ and ‘an egocentric, petty individual’.
English, as he later would the Americans, in the Italian For Bolt, though, Da Ponte is ‘the lonely child of
classics. As a child he had been caught stealing calfskins Ceneda, who escaped through books and found in
from his father’s workshop, so that he could swap them words a sense of belonging and the means to build
with a local bookbinder for editions of Dante and Guarini. himself a fragile fame’. In the world of musical theatre,
At the end of his life, the books he imported into America the wordsmith is frequently given equal billing with the
helped to lay the foundations of the Italian collections at composer (Gilbert and Sullivan, Rodgers and
Columbia University and the Library of Congress. Hammerstein, Brecht and Weill). Da Ponte is the only
As its title implies, Anthony Holden’s book is more librettist regularly accorded this distinction, when people
concerned with Da Ponte’s work with Mozart, and he refer to the Mozart-Da Ponte operas. No one could
devotes almost a quarter of his text to three chapters argue with Holden, who concludes, ‘His poetry will be
analysing the trio of immortal masterpieces. In this he is heard in opera houses all over the world, every night of
well placed, having made a successful translation of Don every year, for as long as the world turns.’
Giovanni for English National Opera. Bolt’s much longer To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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JULIA K EAY not ‘the Discovery of ’) India was confirmed. Just as this
evidence of an early and exotic provenance lent credibil-
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The Pen and After day school in London he was sent to board at
the progressive Abinger Hill, near Dorking in Surrey,
followed by the more traditional Wellington, where he
The Sword enjoyed music and history, and ‘moved in a cloud of
affectionate friends’. Awareness of war came early: within
the family the gap left by his Uncle Val’s death in France
C APTAIN P ROFESSOR : T HE M EMOIRS OF in 1918 never closed, and the recognition that she had
S IR M ICHAEL H OWARD three boys approaching military age helped edge his
★ mother into a depression from which she never recov-
By Michael Howard ered. He went up to Oxford in 1941, and joined the
(Continuum 232pp £19.99) army in 1942, attracted to the Coldstream Guards by the
fact that the OTC had both a Coldstream adjutant and
THERE CAN BE few military historians of my generation sergeant-major, seemed to combine ‘elegance and
who have not been influenced by Michael Howard. It efficiency’, and had Figaro’s aria Non più andrai adapted
was reading his The Franco-Prussian War, published, it is as its slow march.
shocking to observe, in 1961, that really made me want Commissioned after training at Mons Barracks in
to be a military historian, and set a standard to which I Aldershot, he was first sent to a reinforcement depot in
have aspired, with more determination than success, North Africa. Posted to the 2nd Battalion at Salerno, he
ever since. He was the exter nal had already come under fire on
examiner at my doctoral viva thirty patrol when he commanded his pla-
years ago, and there too he showed toon in a full-scale battalion attack.
just how the job should be done: He was evacuated with malar ia
with penetration and erudition, immediately afterwards, and was
courtesy and humour, ending with a recuperating when he heard that he
gentle suggestion that if I wished to had been awarded the MC. ‘This
tidy up the thesis for publication gave me a surge of happy pride so
there were a couple of spots that intense that it has never completely
needed some sandpaper. died away,’ he declares. But he is
Although I was aware that he had too honest not to admit, too, that
served in the Coldstream Guards ‘any fool can be brave in his first
and earned a Military Cross in Italy, action’, and to note that there were
I knew surprisingly little else about to be times when he was ‘down-
him. One of the many delights of right cowardly’. Much later he left a
this book is that the greater part of it wounded man out on patrol, for
deals with Michael Howard’s life what seem, to this reviewer, to be
before he embarked upon an acade- perfectly understandable reasons.
mic career in 1947. He was born ‘Years later I sought out his grave,’
into what were then called ‘the he writes, ‘and sat down beside it
officer-producing classes’, son of a for a long time, wondering what
director of Howard & Sons, manu- else I could have done. I still won-
facturers of phar maceutical and Howard: words and actions der. I only know that I should never
industrial chemicals: ‘a good man, have abandoned him as I did.’
bred by generations of good people, honourable, devout, He returned to Oxford and finished his degree, but
understanding, kind’. There was a family house (later had so many interests, including appearing as Wolsey in
inherited by his parents) on the edge of Epping Forest, Shakespeare’s Henry VIII, that ‘I was lucky to scrape a
and a home in Brompton Square, where Mrs Howard place in the then undivided second class.’ In 1947 he
had seven domestic staff, not to mention a chauffeur for began teaching at King’s College London, and in 1954
‘The Big Car’ and ‘The Little Car’, for her family of he was unexpectedly offered the chair of what were then
five. Michael Howard remembers Nanny as ‘the domi- called ‘military studies’. He took a sabbatical year to
nant person in my life … set as firmly in the classical ‘learn my new trade’, and eventually, though not with-
mould as a warrant officer in the Brigade of Guards, and out much dog-in-the-mangerism from his head of
a splendid example of that magnificent breed’. The department, established what now flourishes as the
London he grew up in was almost Victorian: there were Department of War Studies at King’s. A succession of
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distinguished works followed The Franco-Prussian War; return to England after four happy years (which includ-
his influence, especially in the realm of nuclear policy, ed applauding the momentous changes accompanying
spread via Chatham House and the Institute for German reunification), he stacked his books about the
Strategic Studies, to the USA. He moved to Oxford in Cold War on the topmost shelves of his library and left
1968, the peace of his rooms ‘broken only by the occa- the new world order to others.
sional click of croquet balls’, in contrast to King’s, where But 9/11 prevented him from sliding into ‘a somno-
he had occupied probably the noisiest office in the acad- lent and self-satisfied old age’. In the book’s concluding
emic world. He was appointed to the Chichele chair of pages, he reflects that one of the saddest experiences of
military history in 1977 but suddenly found himself his life was to see the USA, a nation for which his grati-
offered the Regius chair of modern history, although, as tude and affection had been almost unbounded, become
he admits, he ‘was not the first choice of the faculty’. ‘regarded with hatred by half the world and mistrust by
But eventually those administrative chores that he had most of the rest’. I suspect that this is probably Michael
fled London to avoid caught up with him with a Howard’s last book, which is a tragedy, for as I read it
vengeance – ‘I was turning into a stale apparatchik’ – I see that we need his wisdom now more than we
and when, in 1987, he was offered the new chair of mil- ever have.
itary and naval history at Yale, he duly accepted. On his To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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Witch, Bitch
or Ingénue?
B ETTE DAVIS : T HE G IRL W HO WALKED
H OME A LONE
★
By Charlotte Chandler
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noires but there is an ominous background of dissenting abysmal ignorance until twenty-three, Bette then
voices coming from those who worked with her and discovered sex and took to it with relish. Although
who wish to attest to her status as monster: Jerome never a great beauty, she was always totally convincing as
Robbins, Alec Guinness, Celeste Holm. It’s hard to get a redblooded heterosexual woman, unlike, say, Katharine
a fix on Bette Davis as her likes and dislikes seem to Hepburn, whose bisexual personality impaired her
have been wholly irrational and unpredictable. But she is attempts to pose as a romantic heroine. While she was
generous in her assessment of other actresses, among relatively young, rich and famous Bette Davis had no
whom she nominates Anna Magnani as her favourite. shortage of bedfellows, but the supply dried up round
By all accounts all four of Davis’s marriages were a about the same time as her major film roles. By fifty,
nightmare, but Chandler skips over the first three Davis looked prematurely aged and raddled and could
husbands to provide a rip-roaring portrait of the drunken no longer attract men. When the fourth marriage ended
midnight rows that characterised the final match with in an inferno of alcohol and broken glass, Bette found
Gary Merill, evidently made in hell. Davis was remark- herself, as she put it, once more a virgin. This was the
ably frank, and even indiscreet, when talking to cause of great sorrow in her life but, to her credit, she
Chandler, and about some of her fantasies we learn seems to have borne it with remarkable stoicism. She
more than we really need to know. She admits that her admits she was always a poor picker of men, and traces
favourite male fantasy figure was Laurence Olivier and this to her cold father, who walked out on her adored
talks interestingly about her many affairs: with the actor mother Ruthie when Bette was a child.
George Brent, the director William Wyler and It may seem a bit flip to hint at Aristotle and say that
(inevitably) Howard Hughes. Wyler, it seems, was the this book aroused both pity and terror, but when one
love of her life, but she played hard-to-get and so lost has recoiled from the vespine Bette Davis in full flight,
him, to her eternal regret. one can still find compassion for the woman who essen-
Despite her brilliance as a screen actress, there is no sin- tially failed in the task that meant most to her in life.
gle outstanding movie in the Davis filmography. Her best She was, as Chandler says, the most talented actress ever
films were Jezebel, Dark Victory, The Little Foxes, Now, to grace the silver screen. But as her own self, she truly
Voyager and All About Eve, with Dangerous, The Private was the girl who walked home alone.
Lives of Elizabeth and Essex, Mr Skeffington and Whatever To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 16
Happened to Baby Jane? at the top of the second class. It
would be worth investigating why the screen’s best actress
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Get Thee to trees, but emphasises that the beginnings of the English
Landscape Style, which we now assume was an inevitable
process, were tentative and fragile and, moreover, much of
a Shrubbery the front-running was done by owners of smaller gardens,
like Barrells and The Leasowes.
Henrietta had known Alexander Pope and other opin-
M Y DARLING H ERRIOTT: H ENRIETTA ion-formers socially before her fall, and she lived through
L UXBOROUGH , P OETIC G ARDENER AND a time of considerable intellectual ferment, some of
I RREPRESSIBLE E XILE which centred upon the philosophical underpinnings of
★ garden design. Jane Brown gives us a sense of what was
By Jane Brown happening to the middling size of garden at a time when
(HarperPress 264pp £20) the great ‘landscapes’, such as Claremont, Rousham,
Stowe and Stourhead, were in the long process of devel-
MY DARLING HERRIOTT is the story of a lively, cultured opment. While exiled at Barrells, Henrietta made a
and well-bred woman, Henrietta St John, who was born garden, surrounded by farmland that she called ‘my ferme
in the last year of the seventeenth century, and lived until négligée’, which consisted of a flowery terrace, bowling
1756. She was the much-loved half-sister of Harry, green and kitchen garden around the house, edged by a
Viscount Bolingbroke, the high Tory who fled to France ha-ha, and then a series of serpentine walks through the
in 1715, at the Hanoverian succession, just before he was surrounding woodland and chestnut coppice with, here
charged with treason, and also great- and there, carefully disposed seats,
granddaughter of the Sir Oliver St memor ial or naments or garden
John who was Lord Chief Justice in buildings, such as a Her mitage.
Cromwell’s day. Henrietta, who was There was even a grotto, with shells
known to Bolingbroke as ‘Herriott’, she stuck on herself, which became a
had the misfortune to make a loveless Temple of Venus. Close to the
match, and was then banished to kitchen garden was an orchard and
Barrells House, in the muddy depths ‘Shrubbery’ (a word she may have
of the Warwickshire countryside, invented). She was what we would
after her husband, Robert Knight now call a ‘hands-on’ gardener.
(later Lord Luxborough), suspected Many of the elements of a full-blown
her of a dalliance with a poet. She eighteenth-century landscape garden,
insisted that the relationship was ‘pla- apart from the water and the earth-
tonick’, and although Knight himself sculpture, were there.
took mistresses, he would not divorce At times, however, Henr ietta
her, yet denied her access to her two seems just as interested in the melons
children and kept her on a tight rein growing in her hotbeds and there are
financially. She was shunned by a homely comparisons to be made
number of the beau monde. here with Gilbert White, who was
Her response to this calamity, which working in his garden at Selborne
would surely have laid low many of not much later. The difference is that
her female contemporaries, was to Henrietta: ‘hands-on’ White’s ideas, and garden, have
gather around her a circle of poets and survived, whereas absolutely nothing
clergymen, from what Jane Brown calls the ‘understorey of remains of Barrells.
eighteenth-century society’, as well as to write letters, Jane Brown also describes other gardens with which
many of which, because of her grand connections, have Henrietta had a connection, notably Dawley, the one
survived, and to make a notable garden at Barrells. Her made by Harry Bolingbroke after he was pardoned and
best gardening friend was the famous poet-gardener, returned to England, as well as that at Marlborough
William Shenstone of The Leasowes, who lived some thir- Castle, made by her friends Lord and Lady Hertford,
ty miles away in what was then very rural Halesowen near and Richings, laid out by Lord ‘Batty’ Bathurst, an ally
Birmingham, and made a ferme ornée there. Brown points of Bolingbroke. It is interesting to note how often Tory
to the complexities of gardening styles in the early decades politicians have been keen makers of gardens; in our
of the eighteenth century. In particular, she makes clear own day, Lord Heseltine and Lord Tebbit spring instantly
that there was no seamless transition from the seventeenth- to mind.
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Henrietta – poet, avid letter-writer, and good, loyal positively to Henrietta, and wishing that there were
friend – is, despite her flightiness and unruly tongue, or more to know about a stout-hearted and clever woman
perhaps because of them, a charming personality, and who had the misfortune to live in an age when gender
Jane Brown has done well to tease out what facts there was almost always the immovable block to worldly fame.
are about her in this carefully researched and very We should be grateful to Jane Brown, a distinguished
readable book. She does occasionally fall into the trap of and influential garden historian, for ensuring that, 250
filling in with imaginative presumptions, in the form of years after her death, Henrietta’s actions smell sweet and
questions, where there is no hard evidence, which may blossom in her dust.
irritate the scholarly purist. I found myself responding To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 16
SOAKED IN 007 his day job, he edits Penguin’s spectacular history list,
but he self-deprecatingly insists that his own work is
‘breathtakingly selective and loaded with no doubt face-
T HE M AN W HO S AVED B RITAIN tious and callow interpretation’. Historians, he advises,
★ ‘should probably see about swapping this for something
By Simon Winder else’. But this is going too far. It’s true that Winder’s his-
(Picador 293pp £14.99) tory is a bit partial and partisan, so that the post-war
years emerge as unutterably monochrome and dreary,
THANKS TO MARCEL Proust, the unassuming madeleine the Empire as horrible, a succession of Prime Ministers
cake has become an indelible symbol of memory and loss. as ‘mad’ or ‘deranged’ and all things British as generally
But in the opening paragraphs of this terrific book, Simon tired, tawdry and ridiculous. This is probably a genera-
Winder gives us an appropriately British alternative: the tional tic: anyone who reached maturity in the late
jumbo bar of Old Jamaica. He remembers eating this splen- 1970s and early 1980s may well be condemned to view
didly bizarre treat of the 1970s, filled with rum essence and recent histor y as influenced by the Winter of
raisins, at one of the key moments in his cultural life – a Discontent, with everything tainted by guilt and decline.
screening of Live and Let Die at the Tunbridge Wells Odeon.
As Jane Seymour writhed in agony, surrounded by
madly convulsing voodoo worshippers, the ten-year-old
Winder reached a point of almost cosmic transcendence,
overwhelmed by ‘the reality of feeling sick, the percep-
tion of being drunk, and the confusion of the notionally
West Indian flavour of the treat and the loosely West
Indian setting of the film’. Even now, he writes, ‘rum
essence still flings me back to that cinema’, and to his
‘transformative encounter’ with James Bond.
Although the Bond industry shows no signs of diminu-
tion, with a twenty first Bond film due to reach our screens
this winter, the twentieth-century’s emblematic secret agent
is not the towering figure he once was. Between the late
1950s and the late 1970s, Bond’s cultural reach was simply
stunning; in Winder’s words, he was a ‘uniquely powerful,
strange presence in British life’. Invented almost to pass the
time by that supremely repellent upper-class leech Ian
Fleming, described here as a ‘sort of walking reproach to
capitalism as a rational system based on competitive
Darwinian struggle’, Bond unexpectedly turned into a
distillation of post-war British hopes and fantasies, a pallia-
tive masking the reality of imperial decline. ‘Our school
games were soaked in Bond,’ writes Winder, ‘our talk was
endlessly about the films and about the cruelty and sex in
the books: Bond was a sort of currency, albeit, and quite
unknown to me, one in steep decline in the open market’.
Winder’s gallant struggle with the historical significance
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And the Empire surely mattered much less than Winder H AZHIR T EIMOURIAN
suggests: instead of being ground down by misery at its
disappearance, most ordinary people simply could not care
less – never had, in fact, and never would. Various opinion
polls and surveys suggest that, as long as living standards
From the House
were rising, people felt remarkably cheerful about them-
selves and their country, and although post-war culture
always had a healthy pessimistic streak, only when the
of the Believers
pound was devalued and the economy ran aground in the O N THE ROAD TO K ANDAHAR : T RAVELS
late 1960s did it become a national obsession. THROUGH C ONFLICT IN THE I SLAMIC WORLD
In any case, nobody will be reading this book for a ★
scholarly discussion of post-war society, and its other By Jason Burke
attractions are formidable indeed. Winder’s enthusiasm for (Allen Lane / Penguin Press 291pp £20)
Fleming’s novels does not blind him to their often
horrendous limitations: as he notes, their appeal derives in IN THE SPRING of 1991, when public agitation in the
part from their curious mixture of skill (‘she breathed in West forced the governments of Britain and America to
the victim’s screams like perfume’) and terrible ineptitude set up a ‘safe haven’ for the Kurds of Iraq to save them
(the whole of, say, The Spy Who Loved Me). He is very from another attempted genocide, Jason Burke and a
good on Bond’s roots in ‘Imperial Leather’ bestsellers like fellow student left London for Iraqi Kurdistan and joined
King Solomon’s Mines and in the novels of Anthony Hope, the Peshmergah guerrillas there to fight Saddam Hussein’s
John Buchan and Sapper, and there are some lovely snip- army. Luckily for them, the fighting was largely over by
pets from Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu stories. then and the young Westerners were of greater value to
Winder quite happily admits that ‘Rohmer was a nation- the Kurds as propaganda than as soldiers. They were
al disgrace’, but he is equally happy to give us some high- marched across the Kurdish mountains from campsite to
lights: ‘“It is my fly-trap!” shrieked the Chinaman. “And I campsite and town to town, being shown off to the locals
am the god of destruction!”’ One lamentable blind spot, to raise morale. He now says, a little unfairly to himself,
however, is his dislike of Biggles, whose air-ace career took that his decision to go there had nothing to do with ide-
in two world wars, the end of Empire and innumerable alism. He did not want to spend another summer on the
international conspiracies. How anyone can describe these beaches of Thailand, even less stacking tomato tins on
books as ‘genuinely worthless’ is simply beyond me. Has shelves in yet another supermarket. He had also been
this man never read Biggles Defies the Swastika? inspired by the autobiography of Don McCullin, the war
His anti-Biggles prejudices aside, Winder is a funny and photographer, so he took two old cameras with him.
insightful guide to James Bond’s bizarre world. His own Once in place, he sent a postcard to his college bar and
life, he says, has been uneventful and humdrum by another to a girlfriend who had dumped him a few
comparison with his hero’s adventures, although his remi- months earlier. Be that as it may, soon he regained his
niscences of life as a textbook salesman in Africa and the senses and decided to return home, in the process
Middle East are delightful. Indeed, however good an narrowly surviving abduction by a gang of uncouth men,
editor he may be, Winder really ought to give up the day perhaps working for Turkish intelligence, who were
job and write more books himself, because he has a lovely, linked at the time to the murder of two British journalists
wry style that is a pleasure to read. Apparently the first who had been reporting the Kurdish tide of refugees.
actor to play James Bond, an American who appeared in I know how scared he must have been. Nearly two
a television special in 1954, had ‘a bizarre head, an impor- decades earlier, in the same spot, I myself had faced sim-
tant percentage of which had been squeezed down into ilar danger, though at the hands of Saddam’s men, for
his neck, the effect being to make the head seem tiny and the sake of reporting the budding dictator’s preparations
immobile as though supported on a neck brace’. for his first war. This brush with death fortunately cured
Sean Connery’s dense chest-hair, meanwhile, ‘must me of any lingering desire for more such entanglements
have given women having sex with him the sensation that with barbarians. Burke’s seemingly became an addiction
their breasts were rubbing against a wolverine’. And and proved the making of him, as seen elsewhere in this
‘when faced with hundreds of government-backed book of reportage from Beit al Islam, the House of the
ninjas abseiling into their volcano lair’, surely SPECTRE’s Believers. Only thirty-six, he has become a star among
boiler-suited minions should ‘hastily change out of their war correspondents in any language, and his courage,
distinctive costumes and claim to be sanitary workers or energy and insight betray no signs of abating.
to be merely making a documentary about Blofeld’. But That early encounter with the Kurds was apparently a
of course they never learn, the fools. better launch pad for a career reporting Islam than Burke
To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 16 could have imagined. He found that the Muslims of
Kurdistan wore their Islam kill their fellow citizens on London trains, even though,
lightly, and for good rea- when that atrocity did eventually take place, Burke says
sons. They had suffered he was no less angered or disappointed.
too many atrocities at the There are still a few areas of conflict in the Islamic world
hands of their coreligion- Burke has not visited, but all the major trouble spots from
ists, whether Arab, Turk or Algeria to Kashmir are covered in this book and his
Persian, not to see through writing is always engaging. In fact, there were chapters
the constant appeals of when I could hardly bear to put the book down. For
those peoples for ‘Muslim example, I found his reunion with his old Peshmergah
unity’. As a result, they comrades in Kurdistan moving, his interview with one of
hardly displayed any reli- Saddam’s unrepentant torturers chilling, and his repug-
giosity in their daily lives nance at the nearness of a Pakistani supporter of the
and bore no animosity Taliban after the London bombings of last July infectious.
Burke: star among correspondents towards Israel, which had Another salient feature of his writing is his honesty. We
– though for its own rea- share his changing moods, even though at times I wished
sons – helped them with money and expertise during their there were less opinion and more reporting. Thus we see
long struggle. In Kurdistan, he learnt that the ‘Islamic’ him joining the anti-war marches of London in early 2003
world was much more complex than he suspected. In fact, – ‘for an hour, anyway’ – before telling us that he did not
had he stayed longer among the Kurds, he would have feel morally competent to tell the people of Iraq why they
learnt that hundreds of thousands of them were not should remain under their monstrous tyrant in the greater
Muslims at all, but secret adherents of religions seemingly interest of ‘the international community’.
dead for a millennium and more. Altogether, and despite the author’s youthful optimism
Thus began numerous freelance journeys to Pakistan that, for example, all will be fine in the end if we keep
and Afghanistan to sell the odd photograph to an agency quiet about the present massive migration of Muslims
and the odd report to a newspaper. He investigated the into Europe, I salute this book as both informative and
alleged whereabouts of Osama bin Laden, reported the instructive.
barbarities of the Taliban, interviewed Ahmad Shah To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 16
Massood – their Islamist opponent in the Northern
Alliance, who was ‘mythologized into a secular hero by
Western journalists, especially in France’ – and talked to
the brutal owners of some Pakistani religious schools
who brainwashed their poor and vulnerable charges,
inciting them to blow themselves up in their rivals’
shops. In 2000, he was appointed chief reporter of The
Observer, and that enabled him to fly to trouble spots at
short notice ‘with $10,000 stuffed into my shoes’.
Burke’s previous book, Al Qaeda: The True Story of
Radical Islam (LR, September 2003), was a remarkable
work of investigative journalism. It showed that the
terrorist organisation was not, as some had portrayed it,
a huge international web of operatives in the hand of a
puppet master in the Hindu Kush, but an idea and an
example. It had no more than a hundred employees at
its hard core. What made it so dangerous was that
conservative Muslims everywhere, and particularly those
settled in the West, were traumatised by the challenges
of modern times. As their communities came into con-
tact with other peoples and as strange habits and ideas
travelled easily and instantaneously, they felt their very
identity as Muslims under attack. When a few of Bin
Laden’s men showed that they could strike far and wide,
from American warships off the coast of Yemen to sky-
scrapers in Manhattan, millions of other Muslims were
inspired and emboldened. Thus it was only a matter of
time before British-born Muslims blew themselves up to
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J OHN M C E WEN Constable’s dilemma was that he had an equal need for
professional and domestic fulfilment. ‘My life is a struggle
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A LLAN M ASSIE would have destroyed most of the old streets between
the rue de Richelieu and the rue Saint-Martin, erecting
PLUS PARIS CHANGE… monstrous tower blocks in their place, and the latter
would have cut through the Palais-Royal and, on the
Left Bank, have wiped out the rue Mouffetard. So thank
PARIS : T HE S ECRET H ISTORY God for Haussmann. Hussey is right to emphasise that
‘so much of our present-day idea of the physical nature
By Andrew Hussey of Paris – the arcades, the hidden passages, the great
(Viking 485pp £25) boulevards, the flat, grey façades of apartment buildings,
the elegant squares, the ornate and delicate street furni-
PARIS IS NOT what it was. But then it never has been. ture of fountains, cobbles and street lamps, the bridges
We may all have our own ‘real Paris’, the delight of our and sometimes strange and secret gardens – dates from
imagination. Admirers of Richard Cobb (among whom the nineteenth century’.
I count myself) will know his essay ‘The Assassination of His history is more concerned, however, with people
Paris’ and may share his dismay at the disappearance of than buildings and street-planning (though he pays fair
so many familiar and loved landmarks, and at the trans- attention to these). He is entranced by the city’s turbu-
formation of the Marais into a tourist’s paradise, as a lent history: the riots, assassinations, famines, criminal
result of which, he wrote, ‘the quarter has lost all activities, etc. He is alert to oddities, especially those that
warmth and originality’. Perhaps so. We all have our are sinister. ‘The early years of the nineteenth century
moments of deploring embourgeoisement or gentrification, … were marked by the night-time manoeuvres of
no matter where it takes place – Paris, corpse-carriers, shifting the bones of the
London, Rome, Edinburgh; but really dead from one end of the city to
of course what it means is that another, trailed by a retinue of
more people are well off and priests intoning prayers for
the middle class is becom- the dead. A journalist who
ing larger. The warm life protested that this was a
of the streets was a desecration of the city’s
product of poverty. deceased ended up
A hundred years ago in prison…’
it was the fashion to The most str iking
deplore Baron Hauss- feature of this rich and
mann, who destroyed so enjoyable book is
much of medieval Paris Hussey’s certainty that
and created the grands boule- plus Paris change, plus c’est la
vards (Cobb, however, con- même chose. So, for example,
fessed himself to be a boulevardier). he concludes his account of the
Andrew Hussey writes of Haussmann life of the first great poet of Paris,
implementing his project ‘with a notorious François Villon, with this reflection:
ruthlessness and contempt for the intimate La Cour des Miracles In his life and work Villon announced
and intricate world of Old Paris’. Fair com- the birth of a long Parisian tradition of
ment, no doubt, and we may regret the destruction of the poets, writers and singers who played the role of a
medieval houses and network of lanes that clustered suicidal clown, the ‘bon folastre’ – the most recent of
round Notre-Dame, ‘the inspiration of Hugo’s novel … these being Serge Gainsbourg, who died in 1991
and the source of countless myths, stories … hence a from cigarettes and booze, and whose slurred, self-
defining part of Paris folklore’. knowing precision and antinomianism were all
Yet the Paris we know and love is in so great a part entirely ‘Villonesque’ … Villon’s city of drunks,
Haussmann’s creation that it seems perverse to criticise vagabonds and misfits is still there. It is on the city’s
what he did. In any case, as I have often thought, grate- wastelands, on the banks of the river and in the
fully, what far worse horrors the twentieth century despised and neglected outer suburbs. Most of all it is
would have inflicted on Paris if Haussmann had not put to be found in the metro, where the Par isian
his stamp on the centre of the city. Suppose, for clochard … has in recent years been replaced by an
instance, Le Corbusier or the man whom Cobb called army of SDF (Sans Domicile Fixe) … The violence
‘the awful Eugène Hénard, working at the turn of the and desperation in this micro-society are an authentic
century at the municipal office in charge of public echo of Villon’s Paris.’
works’ had been permitted to have his way. The former There are surprising omissions: no mention of Proust’s
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Paris – surely an author as intelligent as Hussey does not L’Assassinat de Paris (same title as Cobb’s essay), which
share the perverse notion that the bourgeoisie and had as its argument ‘that Old Paris was dead and buried
aristocracy are somehow less ‘authentic’ than the poor? for ever’. ‘Even from a café table in the rue de Seine,’ he
Simenon is also absent, though his novels – not only the writes, ‘you could see it was not true.’ Paris is changing,
Maigret ones – offer the most vivid evocation of several yes, ‘in a way that no one could predict’. Yet it ‘still
Parises. It is strange, too, to find a section on French offers all the delicious and exhausting extremes of
cinema that ignores René Clair. modern life. But then, of course, it always did.’ It
Andrew Hussey’s book is essentially a celebration: a remains a living city, not a museum; and if some of us
celebration of the diversity of Paris, of its ability to are nostalgic for what has disappeared, that nostalgia
change and remain itself. It is written, he says in his becomes in a strange way part of the city’s rich tapestry.
introduction, in opposition to Louis Chevalier’s book To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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why. Mishra meets Hamid Gul, former Pakistan spy J OHN C LAY
chief and one of the architects of Pakistan’s ruinously
counterproductive foreign policy based on the export
not of goods and services but of jihad.
Gul recalls meeting Osama bin Laden in 1993. ‘Such a
PRISONERS OF OZ
wise and intelligent man,’ he tells Mishra. ‘So much T HE C OMMONWEALTH OF T HIEVES : T HE
spirituality on his face. But this is the effect of jihad. It is S TORY OF THE F OUNDING OF AUSTRALIA
a very noble state to be in. That’s why I look so young, ★
although I am sixty-four years old. Jihad keeps me By Thomas Keneally
young, gives me a great purpose in life.’ Kills innocent (Chatto & Windus 509pp £20)
people. Enriches Gul.
Discomfited by radical Islam, Mishra is equally ill at B OUND FOR B OTANY B AY: B RITISH
ease in the American embassy in Islamabad (where all C ONVICT VOYAGES TO AUSTRALIA
the talk is of ‘us’ and ‘them’, ‘good guys’ and ‘bad ★
guys’), ‘part of a powerful imperial civilisation that, in By Alan Brooke and David Brandon
this remote vulnerable outpost, was denoted by bowling (The National Archives 272pp £19.99)
alleys, cocktail bars, and the framed photos of suburban
barbecues on office walls’. Mishra is from the East and T HE F EVER OF D ISCOVERY: T HE S TORY OF
of the West, belonging to both and neither. One of his M ATTHEW F LINDERS
strengths is the ease with which he roves across cultures, ★
moving calmly above the hubbub like Yeats’s long- By Marion Body
legged fly ‘upon the stream’. (New European Publications 250pp £15)
On to Kashmir and his indictment of Indian state
terrorism. Stories of innocent men rounded up after ter- THE FIRST FLEET’S arrival in Australia with 750 con-
rorist atrocities, simply because they are Muslim, executed victs, men, women and children, has been related many
and disposed of with the callous casualness endemic to a times, notably by Robert Hughes in The Fatal Shore and
long-running, low-intensity conflict; officials and their more recently by Inga Clendinnen in Dancing with
calls for a ‘free hand’ to deal with the Kashmir problem, Strangers. Thomas Keneally has now given us his version.
‘the unthinking preference for violence and terror’ of The book starts with a grand and sweeping opening
those who boast they could solve it in a fortnight. sentence:
Mishra has an enviable ability to trace the trajectory of If, in the new year of 1788, the eye of God had
a country through the intensely personal stories of its strayed from the main games of Europe, the
people. He is worth listening to when he meets both Americas, Asia and Africa, and idled over the huge
oppressors and oppressed. vacancy of sea to the south-east of Africa, it would
Visiting Tibet for the first time in 2004, he acknowl- have been surprised in this empty zone to see not
edges the limitations of his perspective with characteris- one, but all of eleven ships being driven east on the
tic modesty. ‘My own views were as timid and mixed as screaming band of westerlies.
those of any traveller to a beautiful country under We feel we are in good hands, ready to embark on
a despotic regime,’ he writes. On the one hand the a voyage of discovery. But this promise is not always
powerful Chinese polity, pro-development, anti-dissent, maintained: the narrative gets weighed down at times by
on the other an embattled, romanticised political class of too much detail clamouring for attention.
monks who cling to the belief that ‘You cannot achieve Keneally’s book centres on Governor Arthur Phillip’s
a good end through the wrong kind of means’. attempts to set up his penal colony in what is now
Mishra writes intelligently about his formative reading Sydney. Phillip comes across as an astute and, on the
experiences as a student in Benares. There he read with whole, admirable figure, who tried his best to under-
the ‘furious intensity’ of an anonymous young man stand the native Aborigines, using more ‘cultural imagi-
seeking a literary way out of provincial oblivion. Now nation’, as Keneally puts it, than most of his compatri-
that he has found that way, has beaten a path out of ots. The penal colony had been started to reduce over-
adversity to a home in London, we know what he can crowding in Britain’s gaols, as full then as they are now,
do. We know, through this volume and another travel- and to deter crime through fear of transportation.
ogue about India, that he is an accomplished voice on Had an intending criminal heard about conditions
his former back yard. With his privileged perspective on aboard the first convict ships, he, or she, might well have
cultural identity I would love to see him try his hand been deterred. They were airless, had a constant stench,
next in the West. and convicts sat confined and huddled below deck for most
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D ENNIS S EWELL people with a completely different and more elevated set
of emotions to live their lives on.’
ON THE ROAD Many of the people Cooke meets on the way are famil-
iar enough to us today through film, television and travel:
the Texas cattleman, the Kansas farmer, the New Orleans
A LISTAIR C OOKE ’ S A MERICAN J OURNEY: businessman, and so on. But generally Cooke’s characters
L IFE ON THE H OME F RONT IN THE stand in relation to the stereotypes of modern popular
S ECOND WORLD WAR culture as hand-painted lead soldiers do to their cheap
★ plastic brothers in arms. If there’s ever the slightest clumsi-
By Alistair Cooke ness in his brushstrokes, it tends to be among the Negroes
(Allen Lane / Penguin Press 327pp £20) (yes, this was long before the new taxonomy came in).
There is, for instance, more than a hint of Steppen
THERE IS SOMETHING intriguing about any lost manu- Fetchit in the nameless peanut farmer Cooke encounters
script, newly discovered. Will it sparkle like buried in the Georgia backcountry with a government agricul-
treasure, crack a code, contain a prophecy? Or was there tural agent who’s telling him: ‘“We need eggs, millions of
good reason for its disappearance: second thoughts on them, to dry for the Army and to send overseas. Can you
the part of the author, sound judgement on the part of a raise some hens here do you think?” The Negro looks
publisher? This book spent almost sixty years in Alistair aghast. “Mr McDowell, if the go’ment wants to pay me
Cooke’s closet before it was dug out by his secretary, for raisin’ elephants, ah’ll sho’ make a powerful try!”
Patti Yasek, a short while before the writer’s death. If you have ever wondered how it was that the
Cooke, who was fastidious to the end, was delighted by America that the GI left in 1942 on his way to war was
the find and content the book six times richer when he came
should be published. This is not, home in 1946, then this book
then, a case of the artist’s discard- explains it all. Sometimes the
ed canvases or sketchbook doo- statistics of percentage increases
dles being rushed to market by in the production of ships, air-
post-mortem scavengers. craft, peanuts, cattle, dairy and
In February 1942 Cooke set out turpentine production can be
from Washington in a Lincoln heavy going. But even war eco-
Zephyr ‘with five re-treaded tyres, nomics throws up the odd fasci-
the War department’s compliments nating character like Henr y
to all public relations officers … Kaiser: ‘Mr Kaiser has undoubt-
and an insurance policy covering edly heard of the “bow” of a
one life and one colour camera. ship. But it’s almost a point of
The Japanese had attacked Pearl principle that he should go on
Harbor in December. America was Cooke: filling her up calling it the “front end”. Before
now at war and one of the adver- 1939, Kaiser had never built a
tisements along the highway read ‘Pay Your Taxes: Beat the ship, or an airplane, or handled steel. He merely heard
Axis’. His route took him down into the deep South, along that it took five months to build a freighter. And he
the Gulf Coast, through Louisiana and Texas into the desert decided that if you knew nothing about shipbuilding,
South West. Thence, up through California to Seattle and and approached the art as a construction job, you might
back through what’s now termed ‘flyover country’, but easily “make” a ship in a month. This is what he did.’
which was and remains the American heartland. A supple- By contrast Henry Ford boasted that he would build a
mentary trip through New England was added later. bomber an hour at his Willow Run plant. But he never
Today any such undertaking with publication in mind did. Cooke says he tells the story of the abortive Bomber
would require an argument or, at the very least, an attitude. City ‘because it symbolizes the grandiosity that is to other
But Cooke had steeled himself against both revisionism and nations the most unpleasant of all American traits – the
celebration: ‘I was not going out on any debunking expe- unbridled promise, the wild freedom of untested assertion’.
dition, for even though I was born at a time when it was It is hard to read this book without trying internally to
compulsory to cut your literary teeth on debunking, I mimic Alistair Cooke’s delivery to microphone: the signa-
always had uncomfortable misgivings, which later became a ture rhythms, the peculiar Cookean cadences. But some-
conviction, that debunking was a slightly hysterical form of how the text resists it. We are certainly hearing from a
disappointed sentimentality. On the other hand … we have younger Cooke, though not necessarily a more callow
swung to the opposite extreme and in much public speak- one. The intelligence is already sceptical, the eye alert for
ing and writing we tend to assume that war will endow the important rather than the iconic, ‘the stone of reality
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that refuses to be digested into a romantic legend’. The acquired either the assurance or the fluency that would
later parts of the book were used as material for some of make him famous and even loved. That’s why the experi-
his later Letters from America on the BBC. And in a sense ence of reading American Journey is an encounter with
this journey to see for himself served as the foundation for both the familiarity and the elusiveness of an echo.
all the letters. But in the early 1940s he had not quite To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 16
C HRISTOPHER R OSS this and that – his medical test requires a stool sample, for
which a diagram is provided illustrating that only a vertical
MEMOIRS OF A GAIJIN scrape the full length of the turd will do – he sets off. We
hear very little about his day-to-day classes, lectures and
duties. Students sleep or text message each other during
ATOMIC S USHI lectures – or just get up and leave if they are bored, and in
★ this there is nothing to distinguish Tokyo University from
By Simon May any other seat of higher learning in Japan: too much of this
(Alma Books 217pp £12.99) would have been rather dull. Instead, the book recounts a
sequence of the author’s adventures in Tokyo, Kyoto and
UNLESS I MISSED it, there is no overt explanation why Hiroshima, and visits to unnamed parts of the countryside.
Simon May decided to title his year-in-Japan memoir On one rural trip he attends the funeral of the only gay
Atomic Sushi. He likes sushi and gets to eat some top- in the village, who has been killed in a car crash. The dead
notch Tokyo fish, until he spots a rat in the restaurant, man’s boyfriend is a yakuza gangster who, accompanied by
fails to conceal his shock, and causes the master chef to heavies in suits and clashing bad-taste shirts, gatecrashes
lose face and ban his gaijin gourmand henceforth. He the ceremony to pay his respects. At a wedding in
visits Hiroshima and its Peace Park and muses about its Hiroshima, three hundred guests ruthlessly abandon any
monuments to the victims of atomic bombs dropped on idea of clichéd Japanese restraint or decorum and shove
Japan and the theme of peace as a shibboleth. Some each other aside greedily seeking the choicest morsels on a
combination of liking fish then and disliking the bomb? buffet table. In one encounter with Japanese life in the
Well, Atomic Sushi is also, I discovered, a typeface, the raw, May tries to stare down a train pervert who is shame-
one I used to call Chopsticks, which breaks possibly every lessly rubbing his leg between the knees of a seated young
rule of Japanese aesthetics and is used on the jacket of this woman, but is ignored, by both the pervert and the
book. But please don’t let a typeface put you off, for this is victim, and correctly speculates that his protest probably
a very entertaining read by an intelligent and personable caused more embarrassment than the blatant frottage. In
author who writes beautifully and tells good jokes. Some many situations in Japan, the ‘if I pretend it does not exist,
of the jokes turn on Japlish (Japanese mangling English to then it does not exist’ approach to an intractable problem
yield a, usually sexual, double entendre): ‘I really enjoy is regarded as the best. As in the appearance of the restau-
that you eat me out,’ says the wife of a friend May has rant rat. Or the fact that most Japanese banks are bankrupt.
taken to lunch; ‘Dear Mr Lay, Thank you for your kind The book has enjoyable cameos: a matchmaking Zen
reservation. We are happily waiting to see you come,’ faxes abbot with a good grasp of German Idealism; a sex club
another restaurant where he has reserved a table. They hostess who can do remarkable things with a goldfish; a
might have been close to the truth, for May really likes his healer whose hands cause May terrible pain and, possibly,
food and is quite happy to drop $2,000 on a two-day stay a spastic colon (although travelling on Tokyo’s overcrowd-
at Tawaraya, a famous ryokan, or traditional inn, in Kyoto ed trains and general stress are enough to do this). As well
to dine on kaiseki, Japanese haute cuisine, based on so as cataloguing the bizarre and comic, May subtly expresses
many subtle layers of balance and seasonal sensitivity it his mixed feelings about Japan. He admires the national
might be the most sophisticated food in the world. I wish obsession with cheerfulness: we even get a cheery wave
I had been his guest, not simply for the chance of exquis- from a dying man the moment before he breathes his last
ite food in unparalleled surroundings, but to talk to the in a ghastly hospital room. But finally he sort of gives up
first Englishman since 1882 to serve as Professor of on his attempt to nail such a mutable culture, one where
Philosophy at Todai, Tokyo University, the institution at form is reality, surface is substance. There are some minor
the heart of the Japanese governing elite, the alma mater of language mistakes – gaigin for gaijin; hoto dogo for hotto
the faceless éminences grises who have made Japan rich dogu and a quoted proverb is incorrect. The correct ver-
while simultaneously entrenching corruption and bulldoz- sion is: sanjaku sagatte shi no kage o fumazu, hold back three
ing traditional Japanese aesthetic values. feet and don’t step on your teacher’s shadow. Although
May had been appointed to a visiting professorship for a Dr May is worthy of our respect, I doubt if his students at
year, and after complying with a mind-boggling series of Birkbeck will play ball.
near-impossible bureaucratic demands for certified proof of To order this book at £10.39, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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illuminating document, not least because the excellent sion of them. The result is that between text and apparatus
help given by Hardy and Cherniss, in the apparatus and the book constitutes a fine introduction to Berlin’s
introduction respectively, situates the ideas Berlin here thought, and a major addition to the corpus of his work.
expounds in relation to his later, more finished expres- To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 16
D ES S PENCE surgery became a reality for the first time and put an end
to the literal butchery of the past.
Looking for the With the chance discovery of X-Rays, and then Marie
Curie’s radium, the start of the twentieth century opened
a new door into both the diagnosis and treatment of can-
Magic Bullet cer. A ‘cure’ seemed to be a real possibility at the time,
but it turned out to be a false dawn. It wasn’t until after
the Second World War that optimism began to rise
O NE IN T HREE again. Drugs in the form of chemotherapy prolonged the
★ lives of children with leukaemia, previously a rapidly fatal
By Adam Wishart illness. So terrible were the side effects of these early
(Profile 320pp £15) regimes that some junior doctors refused to administer
the treatments. But in time therapies improved, and
I HAVE SEEN a lot of people die. This isn’t some machismo drugs not only prolonged life but for the first time in
strutting but merely reflects the nature of being a doctor history offered a cure.
and of dealing with cancer. Emotional Americana has So came the Sixties, with the love-ins and the lunar
spawned countless tear-stained books in which celebrities landing, humanity (and especially America) seemingly
share their experience of cancer; likewise, daytime TV able to conquer all. Nixon, seeking his place in history
constantly churns out real-life stories. One in Three is a (he needn’t have worried), declared a ‘war on cancer’,
different type of cancer book. It is calm, factual, beautifully and the search for the magic bullet began in earnest.
written, intelligent and moving. Resources poured in, but by the end of the Seventies
‘My dad is going to die but I’ve never told him that I death rates from cancer remained unchanged.
love him.’ This sentiment is the key theme of Adam Many began to question conventional cancer treatments.
Wishart’s story of his father’s illness and eventual death, The mutilating surgery, the poisonous chemotherapy and
and will resonate with a generation of men. Father and the scorching radiotherapy had traumatised families and
son are bound by the expectations of their gender – it’s patients alike, with little apparent benefit. A medical pro-
not easy being a man. fession that was cold and aloof saw patients turn to ‘alter-
After the diagnosis, the family’s hopes are high, as native’ medicine. It was dismissed as a hippie hangover, but
surgery and radiotherapy relieve his father’s pain and twenty-five years later holistic care and complementary
allow him to live normally – but only for a short time. therapists are now in the mainstream.
Both father and son have a need to understand this ill- Today our energy has been redirected towards preven-
ness, so they begin to investigate the history of cancer. tion. Richard Doll and his colleagues showed conclusive-
The historical narrative begins with the Greeks and ly that smoking kills, their findings saving more lives than
then moves on through the millennia. The ancients all the drugs, surgeons and hospitals a thousand times
believed cancer was an illness of melancholy and a dis- over. As for the modern love affair with ‘screening’, the
turbance of the four body humours. It wasn’t until the book explains that, paradoxically, patients are not likely
seventeenth century that these views were swept aside to benefit directly from it; worse still is the real risk of
by the advent of medical dissection and the birth of over-diagnosis and unnecessary intervention. Finally to
pathology. It became a grizzly time for doctors who, gene therapy, and the concept of treatments which
short of cadavers, employed the services of body-snatchers, specifically target individual faulty genes. Is this the
thus sparking riots and attacks on medical schools. The magic bullet? Time will tell.
poor of the workhouses solved this problem, the His father’s cancer returns. There is no anger and no
‘Anatomy Acts’ of 1832 compelling their dead to be resentment from his father, just acceptance. The desire
given over to medical science. Then came the micro- to read to his granddaughter shortly before his death is
scope, and the uncontrolled replication of cancer cells an expression of love implied but never needing to be
was seen for the first time. spoken. Adam Wishart does have that conversation with
Joseph Lister, influenced by Pasteur’s germ theory, his dad. Cancer will continue to kill many of us, but this
developed his antiseptic system in 1867 and so ended book brings understanding, and most of all it also brings
the scourge of Victorian surgery, infection. Combined some hope.
with the new technique of anaesthesia, effective cancer To order this book at £12, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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M ARCUS B ERKMANN Because Hergé’s later books are so bold and so personal,
so full of ideas and apparent mysteries if you look hard
Thompson and Thomson… enough for them, they have attracted a particularly mori-
bund sort of academic attention. There are literally
dozens of unreadable French tracts on the series, but until
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N EVER HAVE I felt more C HRISTOPHER B RAY IS C HEERED U P B Y could legislate competitive-
justified in my misery. A ness away, any more than
while back, you see, I had F OUR B OOKS ON H APPINESS we could rid ourselves of
lunch with my agent. ‘So envy. Right enough, says
what’s your next book?’ asked he. Layard, but we could increase marginal tax rates, redistrib-
‘How about a socio-cultural history of the ways ute wealth, and discourage people from working too hard.
people have sought happiness? It’s so zeitgeisty it could ‘If tax cutters think people should work still harder,’ he
make me a fortune.’ argues in his conclusion, ‘they need to explain why.’
‘No way, Chris. We won’t be able to sell it.’ A sceptic might reply that the tax-cutters believe people
Oh yeah? Because here we are, a couple of years on, should work harder because they don’t believe everyone
and what do I have in front of me? Four books being has the right to be happy. The democratisation of
published almost simultaneously on the subject of happi- contentment is, after all, a comparatively recent phenom-
ness. Something tells me my take on the spiritless spirit of enon. As Darrin McMahon points out in his over-foot-
the age would have found an audience. I mean, everyone noted but otherwise felicitous The Pursuit of Happiness: A
else has. Chemists, life coaches, therapists, happy hour bar History from the Greeks to the Present By Darrin McMahon
staff – all of them are bidding for the opportunity to cheer (Allen Lane / Penguin Press 544pp £25), happiness has
you up. As I wr ite, that try-anything Tory David for most of human history been regarded as a transcen-
Cameron is muscling in dent state to which
on the act by affecting only a few can aspire
to believe that there is and which even fewer
more to life than work. will attain. That’s
Verily, these are the days because happiness, as
of the second Great most of the great reli-
Depression. gions have argued one
It wasn’t meant to be way or another, con-
like this. Indeed, some sists not in feeling
people would argue it good but in being
isn’t like this. Only good. The bad guys
recall the swollen claims might seem to be hav-
of Cameron’s predeces- ing all the fun, but if
sors and you’ll be for- you can steel yourself
given for thinking we to forgoing pleasure
were long ago ushered today, a greater plea-
in to Shangri-La. And sure awaits you in the
yet, as Richard Layard is Happiness is a warm sponge future. Such teleologi-
at pains to point out in cal trickery worked a
his bravely boosterish Happiness: Lessons from a New Science treat until the Enlightenment, when happiness became
(Penguin 310pp £8.99), despite the vast increases in the not some numinous abstraction but the right and proper
wealth of Western societies over the past half-century, no aim of government. God might have died, but everyone
concomitant rise in happiness levels has taken place. else was about to start feeling a whole lot better.
The reason, says Layard, is simple. While people who You don’t have to be a full-blown follower of Rousseau
have the money to live a decent material life are more (or Freud, who borrowed heavily from him) to see that
content than those on skid row, there is no evidence to civilisation, by urging us to gratify our workaday needs,
suggest that further riches lead to deeper contentment. In only inflames our worldly complaints. Nor do you have
fact, the opposite obtains. For it is never enough to have to share the depths of Schopenhauer’s despair to accept
enough. As with cocaine or heroin, the more money you that the motors of desire power us only part of the way
have, the more you want. Accordingly, you find yourself along the road to contentment. An Epicurean in the strict
on ‘the hedonic treadmill’ – running just to stand still. sense (and I have never come across a stricter sense than
Startlingly, such jealousies apply all the way up the that put forward in Richard Schoch’s instructive and
ladder. The winners of Olympic silver medals, one learns amusing The Secrets of Happiness: Three Thousand Years of
from Layard, come home less satisfied than those who Searching for the Good Life, Profile 243pp £15.99),
took bronze. Apparently the former compare themselves Schopenhauer thought happiness wasn’t about getting
with those who won gold, while the latter compare them- what you crave. It was about getting rid of your cravings.
selves with the majority who won nothing. All very Certainly, Darrin McMahon more than once points out,
unhappy-making, but what to do about it? It’s not as if we the more you crave happiness the less likely it is to happen
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along. As John Lewis, the would-be stoical narrator of from victims of war and rape and other traumas) you
Kingsley Amis’s That Uncertain Feeling puts it, the answer thought you’d never recover from is now no more than a
to life’s dissatisfactions isn’t so much doing what you want smudge on the horizon. But herein lies our liberation.
as wanting to do what you do. By dwelling not on all the bad things that have happened
The psychologist Daniel Gilbert is even more pragmatic to us but on the fact that we have overcome them we
than that. In Stumbling on Happiness (HarperPress 277pp should begin to realise that our future won’t be as lousy
£14.99), by some measure the most practical of the cur- as we imagine it either.
rent crop of feel-good field guides, he argues that desire is For what it’s worth, my own definition of happiness
a symptom of our sickness rather than the sickness itself. would be, ‘hard work that you enjoy’. Whatever content-
And the sickness, it turns out, is imagination; like ment I’ve had has always been accidental – the by-product
Hamlet, Gilbert believes there is nothing either good or of having lost myself in a task. Alas, not only can you not
bad but thinking makes it so. ‘The human being’, he order such moments along, but you can’t remain in them
writes, ‘is the only animal that thinks about the future.’ once conscious of their existence. Only tell yourself
Alas, we animals are no good at predicting what we will you’re happy and misery comes crashing in. All of which
feel like when ‘now’ has become ‘then’. ‘When we imag- said, I finished researching this piece more content than
ine future feelings, we find it impossible to ignore what when I started it. That projected best-selling book of
we are feeling now and impossible to recognise how we mine was going to be subtitled ‘I can’t make you happy
will think about the things that happen later.’ and nor can anyone else’. But as Darrin McMahon points
Accordingly, things rarely pan out as predicted. We out, ‘books that promise “authentic happiness” will
‘expect the next car, the next house or the next promo- invariably sell more copies than those that emphasise the
tion to make us happy even though the last ones didn’t futility of striving for too much’. In other words, mine
and even though others keep telling us that the next ones would have sold squat. ‘The best way to cheer yourself
won’t.’ That fortnight on a Greek island you’d so looked up’, Twain once said, ‘is to try to cheer somebody else
forward to only made you dread returning home. That up.’ My agent was right. I owe him a drink.
burglary (or worse – and Gilbert has chapter and verse To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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much about the internal as the external landscape. It’s a Again, she probably
journey into Diski’s own psyche and a return visit to her wouldn’t think so. For
childhood. Both her mind and her past are extraordinary. when Diski looks deep
Just for starters, Diski is terrified of spiders, dislikes inter- into herself – and she does
ruptions, becomes frantic over any upcoming appoint- that all the time – she
ments, even ones as mundane as a haircut. She can’t read finds nothing much there:
maps, suffers frequently from insomnia and feels generally ‘nothing more monstrous,
alienated from other people. She’s had at least one mental chimerical, interesting, or
breakdown, and depression is never far away. elaborate than solipsism,
A psychologist would no doubt connect these fears certainly nothing substan-
with her painful, unsettled childhood. Her father was a tial, just the echoing Diski: extended riffs
con man who walked out on his family and her mother vacancy of a shallow ves-
was mentally unstable. The young Diski witnessed terri- sel, an empty container, with nothing evident in it at all’.
ble fights between the two. In a particularly powerful After all that navel-gazing, all that determined self-
piece of writing, she describes her father hitting her observation, she is no wiser than she was before. She is a
mother so hard she was left concussed and vomiting but detached onlooker, even at herself. And her writing
nobody took her to Casualty. Diski’s adolescence and mirrors this. Her prose is layered with extended riffs in
young adulthood included expulsions from school, periods which she phrases and re-phrases her ideas and thoughts.
in care and in mental hospitals, a series of useless jobs At best it reveals her obsessive thought processes, at
from which she was sacked, and drug use. She still some- worst it is repetitive and irritating. She tells us too many
times takes the tranquilliser Temazepam in order to sleep. times that she doesn’t see the point of walking, and she
It is we who make the link between the ill-treated is so self-dismissive that sometimes you begin to wonder
child and the difficult adult: Diski never does. This is no why you should bother with somebody so empty of
survivalist memoir, although her frightening past and meaning. Except, of course, there is always the feeling
present success would be perfect material for one. There that she is not being entirely sincere and that Jenny
is painful recall, but there is no redemption unless her Diski knows that she is very interesting, very clever and
clever analytical mind and elegant prose style are the a very good writer.
reward for all that suffering. To order this book at £12.79, see LR Bookshop on page 16
LETTERS
FIRST SIGHTINGS English – though given the sunny ignorance of insular
Dear Sir, British critics like Amanda Craig, it’s not that surprising.
Henry Hudson, the first white man to see Manhattan? Yours faithfully,
(Review of The Big Oyster, LR, May) When eighty-five John Murray
years earlier Giovanni da Verrazzano’s small boat party Brampton, Cumbria
entered the Upper Bay and the locals in great numbers
put out to greet the visitors, surely it is not impossible ALENTEJO BLUES
that the Italians saw Manhattan in the distance. Dear Sir,
Yours faithfully, As a British farmer’s wife who has lived in the Alentejo
Neil Ritchie for thirty five years, I should like to correct a misconcep-
Hout Bay, South Africa tion in Amanda Craig’s interesting review of Monica Ali’s
Alentejo Blue (LR, June). The ‘blue’ in the title probably
PORTUGUESE GREATS refers to the vibrant blue borders painted round windows
Dear Sir, and doors of the white cottages and stables in this part of
According to Amanda Craig in her review of Monica Portugal – the blue paint is said to keep away summer
Ali’s Alentejo Blue, Portugal ‘has no significant literature’ flies. Although many blue and white tiles are still pro-
(LR, June). What on earth can she possibly mean? Is she duced, Alentejo pottery tends to be either polychrome
really suggesting that Camoens, Fernando Pessoa, Eca de or plain red earthenware. And as a point of interest,
Queiroz, and Nobel Prize-winner José Saramago are all ‘Mamarrosa’ is a very non-Portuguese name for a village.
insignificant nonentities? As for contemporary women Yours faithfully,
writers, Lidia Jorge, who I reviewed in LR in 2002, is an Carole Edlmann
outstanding Portuguese novelist, and it’s hardly her fault Estremoz, Alentejo,
only one of her eight novels has been published in Portugal
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the targets – predatory imperialism, exploitative science worlds rather than what they signify. In the most riotously
and business, corporate conformism, moronic mass entertaining passages here – the battle of alliances of adver-
media – and implicit attitudes are those of the Sixties tising icons in ‘In Persuasion Nation’, say, or the zanier
counterculture. There is, too, a fatiguing repetitiveness parts of the novella – the banality of satire-as-message is
in the way the collection invites you to equate each left far behind as his imagination is given its head. As in
micro-society to America, and in the recurrence of two the novels of Thomas Pynchon (who praises Saunders on
familiar satirical templates: the coercive community vs the cover) and David Foster Wallace, there is an exhilarating
nonconformist set-up identified above, and the ‘escalat- sense of a writer taking on a culture of deranged fictions –
ing paranoia’ model of the two stories about aggression. purveyed by government, business, Hollywood – by
George Saunders’s true strength is comic creativity, the playing it at its own game and out-inventing it.
wit and ingenuity that go into designing his pseudo- To order this book at £8.79, see LR Bookshop on page 16
C HRISTOPHER H ART together over the hills, she observes sardonically that they
must represent ‘the twin serpents of madness and
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IDENTITY THEFT with a lead from a private investigator, she and her hear-
ing boyfriend, Bridger, set off on the trail of the false
Dana Halter, aka Frank Calabrese, aka Peck Wilson.
TALK TALK There are hints of the Kafkaesque in Talk Talk: not just in
★ its hero’s arrest and subsequent entanglement in an
By T C Boyle unfathomable bureaucracy, but also in the accretion of
(Bloomsbury 352pp £10.99) incidents and episodes, each of which makes sense in itself
but which, cumulatively, draw the protagonists into
I T ’ S NO BIG deal: you’re running late for a dental increasingly irrational predicaments. Indeed, the narrative
appointment, you jump a ‘stop’ sign and, as bad luck twice contains the reference ‘like something out of
would have it, a police car pulls you over. You apologise, Kafka’. What results, though, is closer to an all-American
show your ID. At worst, he’ll issue a ticket; at best, adventure, a quest-narrative cum road-movie of a tale that
you’ll be let off with a caution. But no, what the cop shuttles heroes and villain from West Coast to East, the
does is draw his gun, cuff you and run you in to the sta- narration switching between Dana’s and Bridger’s pursuit
tion, where you’re charged with a whole crop of crimes and Peck’s flight, as his counterfeit world of assumed
and banged up in a cell with assorted urban no-goods. identities and money-making scams threatens to collapse.
This is the grab-you-by-the-throat opening to a new Peck, though, is a violent man, and even as we exhort his
novel by one of America’s finest storytellers, T C Boyle pursuers to catch him, we fear for what will happen when
(when did the Coraghessan get reduced to a ‘C’? I liked they do. It’s a scintillating model of sustained suspense.
Coraghessan). His heroine, Dana Halter, can only However, the endgame – a double climax (the first,
believe it’s a case of mistaken identity which will soon brilliant; the second, less so) rounded off by an epilogue –
be cleared up. Unfortunately for her, she’s the victim of struggles to satisfy the weight of expectation the story-
something far more complicated and disturbing: identity telling brio has built up. This sense of anticlimax is due in
theft. She may be innocent of the charges, but the crime part to a regret that the novel has to end at all.
was perpetrated by someone who has skimmed, indeed To order this book at £8.79, see LR Bookshop on page 16
assumed, her ID as a front for his criminal scams. It
doesn’t help that Dana is profoundly deaf, which adds
layers of confusion to an already befuddled police inter-
rogation. After a couple of days in jail and a court
appearance, she is finally set free, her innocence estab-
lished. But Dana is degraded, humiliated, furious; with
no help forthcoming from the police, she is determined
to track down the ‘thief ’ herself and reclaim that most
intangible of properties: her identity.
It’s a compelling set-up that draws you right into her
plight, and once Boyle has you there he seldom loosens
hold. This method has long been his forte. But what
makes him interesting as well as enjoyable to read is that
his stories are invariably informed by contemporary
sociopolitical issues (in The Tortilla Curtain, for instance, it
was illegal immigration and social or racial division, as
symbolised by the gated community). Talk Talk tackles
another topical phenomenon, although identity theft
–where criminal and victim never meet, and in which the
‘action’ is mostly virtual – doesn’t have obvious dramatic
potential. Boyle clearly recognises this. While he does
delve convincingly into the geeky technological world of
ID skimming, his main focus is the human, the personal,
using typically impressive depth of characterisation to drive
the plot. If notions of identity itself are underdeveloped
after some promising early explorations, Dana’s deafness
compensates as the novel’s main thematic preoccupation in
what turns out to be a fascinating meditation on concepts
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DUBLIN IN STASIS Tom moves around the city and the outlying countryside,
initiated into the privileged world of country-house par-
ties and people jostling for social position, while toying
T HE F REE AND E ASY with setting up a foundation to help the travelling com-
★ munity. This, he believes, is the embodiment of the
By Anne Haverty ancient spirit of the Irish. Across the city flits Eileen
(Chatto & Windus 288pp £11.99) Kinane, a beautiful, elusive and ethereal creature with a
tendency to self-harm. She’s the modern Cathleen ni
ANNE HAVERTY BURST onto the literary scene in 1997 Houlihan, but with pink hair. Tom is in love.
with One Day as a Tiger, her brilliant dissection of rural Haverty bangs the drum too hard. The plot is subjugated
life in Ireland. In The Free and Easy, she looks at the constantly to the Point, which is hammered home at every
effects of the Celtic Tiger on Dublin. Tom is sent there available opportunity. Each character embodies some or
from the States by his great-uncle Pender, to appease the other aspect of the post-colonial bind. Thrown together
dreams of the old country that have been disturbing the they present less the complex melting-pot of nationalism
old man’s sleep. He finds a city in thrall to American and capitalism in Ireland than a series of antithetical yet
money and harking back to an ersatz Irishness based on interlinked postures. There is little breathing space in the
suffering and penury. Dublin is in stasis – simultaneously environment she describes, and, ironically, little for the
embracing the cliché of the American Dream and cling- reader, as they hurtle between a denuded concept of
ing to an illusory, romanticised and ‘authentic’ past. Tom Ireland and the crass invasion of American consumerism.
gets enmeshed with the Kinane family and Gibbon Neither comes out well, and that’s the Point. But it’s an
Fitzgibbon’s murky political past. He shares a meal with undoubtedly more complicated interaction in reality.
the Kinanes, during which they cling to their mobile Still, this is at times a virtuoso performance. Haverty is
phones, presenting the semblance of a contented family in turns hilarious, tender and acerbic. Her portrayal of
while reaching towards some imaginary message from Tom is beautifully nuanced, and his painful vacillations
outside that will propel them to something better. Each between nostalgia for his ex-wife and fascination with
night, Mrs Kinane charges her children’s phones, brooding Eileen strike the overwhelmingly clear note in an atmos-
over them as her last maternal ministration. There is no phere of subterfuge and dissembling.
here-and-now, only an atrophied past of famine and To order this book at £9.59, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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TABATHA ’ S C ODE J ESSICA M ANN idealistic and clever. As she learns her
★ trade by doing it, she also learns
By Matthew d’Ancona about its ethics from bitter experience
(Alma Books 400pp £18.99) and her own mistakes. The tartan
army is on the march through crime
TABATHA’S Code works as a story of T HE A RT OF D ROWNING fiction as well as politics, with Denise
ideas. It works as a portrait of a partic- ★ Mina among its leaders.
ular type of twenty-first-century man, By Frances Fyfield
a well-meaning, liberal-minded but (Little, Brown 384pp £18.99) A FTER THE M OURNING
(or perhaps therefore) ineffectual ★
teacher; it works as a memoir of life I DON ’ T know whether Francis By Barbara Nadel
on the American hippy trail in the old Fyfield intended a corrective to the (Headline 320pp £19.99)
days; but it does not work as a con- townie’s sentimental view of rural life,
vincing thriller. It is impossible to but her new book certainly bears out REMINDERS of Allingham: in 1940,
believe, or to suppose that the author Sherlock Holmes’s dictum about many of those newly dispossessed by
believed, in violence described in such worse crimes happening in the ‘smil- air-raids come to live in the unclaimed
phrases as ‘she slid to the floor, reveal- ing countryside’ than in the meanest countryside of Epping Forest; fugi-
ing a new sanguinary poppy spreading of mean streets. This clever psycho- tives, homeless people, spies and gyp-
thickly on the headrest’. Descriptions logical thriller about revenge and ret- sies. Then they begin to die: the first
of carnage brought about by remorse- ribution concerns a judge who has a victim is a Romany girl, but mass
less bombers alternate with scenes sly son and a police protector, a lonely slaughter ensues. Events are described
from domestic life where our hero accountant with a limited social and in the reserved, passionless voice of
changes nappies as expertly as he emotional life, and a family who at Francis Hancock, an undertaker who
recites the poems of Yeats and Emily first seems to be from Warm Comfort has seen the worst that can happen to
Dickinson. When high-powered Farm. When the charismatic Ivy takes the human body – not only at work,
political journalists knock off a quick Rachel home to meet her folks, their but also during the traumatising expe-
novel, the result is (of course) readable, seductively generous welcome masks a riences of the First World War. The
relevant and instructive, but there is sinister sub-text. Lethal booby traps period detail seems exact, and the plot
often a credibility gap. lurk in beautiful rural corners and credible. A series is promised with
venom underlies the façade of benev- Hancock as hero. He seems rather too
CRITIQUE OF CRIMINAL REASON olence. Skilful writing makes some of subdued for such a role but may yet
★ the characters memorable, but I shall develop the charm that (as writers like
By Michael Gregorio try to forget what happens to them. Allingham or Sayers proved) a popular
(Faber & Faber 400pp £12.99) The nastier moments are enough to running hero must have.
put one off the countryside for life.
NAPOLEON is poised on Prussia’s bor- T HE C OLD M OON
ders, waiting to invade, and the inhab- T HE D EAD H OUR ★
itants of Königsberg are being terrorised ★ By Jeffrey Deaver
by a spate of murders. A magistrate By Denise Mina (Hodder & Stoughton 416pp £14.99)
from a neighbouring town is ordered (Bantam Press 352pp £12.99)
to investigate. So far so good; the set- C RIME fiction used to be full of
ting is brilliantly portrayed and the T HIS unusual and unusually well- criminals who left capricious clues
harsh, superstitious, masculine world written novel is set in 1984 – the date and detectives character ised by
springs to life, making one very glad seems without Orwellian significance disabilities that forced them to rely
not to be there and then. But the – and is the second book featuring on brainpower alone. Jeffrey Deaver’s
point of the book is that the most Paddy Meehan: a young reporter books are set in contemporary New
famous inhabitant of Königsberg is with boundless ambition but restricted York and use uninhibited language to
Immanuel Kant, who had been the freedom – she is the only earner in describe uncensored violence but all
mentor of the investigating magistrate. her loved, loving but needy family. A the same this set-up seems quite old-
A previous quarrel between the two crisp, taut thriller is combined with a fashioned, featuring a criminal who
men, and the complication in their memorable portrait of Glasgow’s leaves a ticking clock beside every
personal relationship forms the human tr ibes and their old enmities random victim as his calling card,
side of this well-written and intellec- (Catholic/ Protestant, Irish/Scottish, and a quadriplegic detective with a
tually demanding novel. Lots of clues feminist/male chauvinist pig). Paddy pretty woman as his runner. A silly
only recognisable by philosophers. is a sympathetic heroine, being gutsy, story though a readable one.
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D RIVE depending on Falcon’s knowledge of or the class war. The writing is good
★ his own city and intimacy with its and the scene-setting fascinating, but
By James Sallis inhabitants, as well as his persuasive the plot depends on the irritatingly
(No Exit Press 160pp £12) psychological insights. It is hard to silly behaviour of a heroine who
believe that a detective would be con- should (with apologies to Ogden
A ‘NOIR’ little novella narrated by a nected closely to two women involved Nash) have ‘told the dix/how she got
man called Drive who drives: by day, in two apparently separate crimes and in that fix’. How odd that it is histor-
respectably for movie stunts; by night still be permitted to investigate both. ically plausible for her to be, at twenty-
as a criminal getaway driver. Time But that is my only quibble about this one, already married and matronly.
shifts and allusive, spare writing mean very complicated novel. It makes The past is a foreign country indeed.
that if attention wavers the point is lost. demands on the reader’s stamina, but is
Deadpan dialogue and vivid descrip- a thrilling and memorable read. D READ M URDER
tions add up to a short, sharp, shocking ★
story of violence and treachery. T HE T WILIGHT H OUR By Gwendoline Butler
★ (Allison & Busby 288pp £18.99)
T HE H IDDEN A SSASSINS By Elizabeth Wilson
★ (Serpent’s Tail 256pp £8.99) WELCOME back to Gwendoline Butler
By Robert Wilson and her pair of ex-soldier detectives
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‘Fitzrovia’ during the austerity of IV’s reign. Whether the setting is bang
IF you only read one thriller this year, 1947 and the coldest winter of the up-to-date or historical, all Butler’s
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detective, Javier Falcon, is featured in exhausted, food and fuel are strictly attributes, being at once sinister,
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this time it’s not just murder he must back to normal but ambitious young improbable plots remain just within
investigate, but a terrorism outrage in ‘creatives’ struggle to get going on the bounds of historical possibility for
which a bomb goes off underneath a their wr iting or painting, with she herself was a professional historian,
kindergarten. The ramifications take Hollywood beckoning tantalisingly. and draws on her knowledge of the
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Africa, but the detection is local, shadow of the last war, the cold war atmosphere.
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N IGHT & DAY G RAND P OETRY P RIZE
THE INTAKE THIS month, on the subject R EPORT BY T OM F LEMING poet Matsuo Basho used fifteen differ-
of ‘Network’, was largely disappointing. ent haiga (pennames) before becoming
The judges decided that no single poem so attached to a banana plant given to
deserved first prize, so there are two joint second prizes. him by one of his students that he chose that name
Next month’s subject is ‘Reflections’: entries, which should (basho). And the Portuguese poet Fernando Pessoa pub-
rhyme, scan and make sense, should arrive by 26 July. lished very little under his own name, instead using several
Last month I wondered out loud whether any famous ‘heteronyms’, alter egos with distinct temperaments and
poets had ever used pseudonyms. A few people kindly writing styles. Bizarrely, they sometimes interacted in his
wrote in with answers: the Brontës published a volume of everyday life: one ‘heteronym’ actually tried to break up
poetry under the names Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell; Paul Pessoa’s only known relationship with a woman, even
Eluard’s real name was Eugène Grindel; the Japanese haiku penning a letter to her on Pessoa’s behalf.
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Perhaps I’ll have my mail in time for tea. Who surfs the net now with her user name.
Who knows what cures a billion pounds will bring? THE SCOTTISH WIDOW by Sharon Wigley
A service half as good as in the past? The tinker tends his pots and pans
No heaps of first-class stolen parcels flung The carpenter his fretwork
under a postman’s bed? Will we at last But Morag sits upon the sand
read letters with our breakfast cereal? A doing of her network
Somehow, one feels, the days of patient care
by all those hands that hold our precious mail Wi’ fingers raw and bleeding
are gone for good. We’ll still rely on prayer. She views the raging foam
Where Neptune plucked her bonny Jock
THE WORLD WIDE WEB: A NETWORK OF And never bore him home
BLIND PROMISE by Aileen Hopkins
The web, that network set in cyberspace Wi’ seven hungry bairns to feed
Imposed a challenge for my elder mind, She looked upon her plight
When in my youth computers you’d not find To mend the nets for fishermen
In many homes, yet in this modern place Or sell hersel’ at night?
The townships are awash with bytes, and I
Felt left behind until with courage braced But Morag was no beauty
I resolved to learn all, and then embraced No customers came calling
This phenomenon of which I first fought shy. One look at her and they all said
They’d rather be out trawling
A whole new world was opened up to me,
Full of exciting prospects, things to learn And so she does her networking
Or buy, the information was in turn Upon the windy shore
Staggering in potential, and would be A dour Scottish widow
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SILENCED VOICES
We lay scattered, everywhere L UCY P OPESCU association with the exiled opposition
blood, blood. Some had their leader Salih, as well as to his writings
legs broken, some had their M AMADALI M AKHMUDOV and distribution of Erk, the opposi-
skulls fractured, some were just tion newspaper banned in Uzbekistan
outright killed. A constant wailing surrounded us. I since 1994. During his trial, access to key documents was
was hit with a steel pipe and lost consciousness. denied and Makhmudov claimed to have been tortured
(From a letter written by Mamadali Makhmudov and under interrogation, which included beatings, electric
smuggled out of prison.) shock, and the threatened rape of female family members.
In May, Uzbekistan was back in the news as reports Makhmudov is a writer of the traditional dastan form
around the world marked the first anniversary of the of epic verse, commonly used in Central Asia, which
massacre in the eastern city of Andijan. The Uzbek typically features a hero with magical qualities. The das-
authorities claimed that the demonstrations were instigated tan often commemorates the Turkic people’s struggles
by Islamic extremists, and refused to allow an indepen- for freedom. Under the Soviet Union, the dastan was
dent press to verify reports of the hundreds killed. said to be ‘impregnated with the poison of feudalism’
For human rights organisations, however, Uzbekistan and Makhmudov, who in his youth lived in Russia for
continues to be a top priority for their campaigning work. several years, was forced to repudiate his work. After the
In October 2005 I wrote about the young journalist Soviet Union collapsed, his most famous book, These
Sobirjon Yakubov in these pages. He was freed on 4 April, High Mountains, also known as Immortal Cliffs, published
one year after his arrest, when a district court in Tashkent in 1981, was retroactively awarded the Cholpan Prize.
ruled that there was insufficient evidence to convict him. The writer was previously imprisoned between 1994
Considering he had spent a year in detention without and 1996. He was first arrested in 1994, when his house
trial, this hardly heralded a sudden improvement for those was raided and police produced a firearm as evidence that
detained in denial of their right to freedom of expression he was guilty of terrorism. The charges were dropped
or persecuted for their religious beliefs. after being met with widespread disbelief. He was then
Uzbekistan has long been of great concern to the writ- accused of embezzlement and of the abuse of his position
ers’ organisation PEN, which has documented its appalling as chairman of the Cultural Foundation of Uzbekistan
human rights record for many years. Muslims who do not and sentenced to four years in prison. PEN and Amnesty
follow the government line find themselves accused of International considered the charges to have been fabri-
extremism and imprisoned. Similarly, members of the cated. An international campaign was mounted and when
banned opposition party have been arrested and given no evidence was produced Makhmudov was given a pres-
heavy prison sentences on dubious charges of terrorism. idential amnesty and released.
Erk (Freedom) was Uzbekistan’s first official opposition He was hospitalised in July 2000 for facial and throat
party, registered just months after the collapse of the Soviet surgery. His poor health was a result of his extreme
Union. Its leader, Muhamed Salih, was forced to flee the ill-treatment and neglect in the camp where he was pre-
country in the mid 1990s. Several members of the party viously held – a notorious prison in the northern city of
were subsequently arrested and remain in prison. Jaslyk, known among Uzbek human rights activists as
After a harrowing trip to Uzbekistan, where I had wit- ‘the place from which no one returns’.
nessed at first hand the fear and isolation experienced by Makhmudov has survived so far, but fears remain that
the friends and families of those suffering persecution, I he will not live to see his freedom. Only in his fifties, he
wrote my first piece for LR in June 2004, focusing on has had three heart attacks, and tuberculosis is rife in
the journalist Muhammad Bekjanov. Uzbek prisons. He was moved to a medical centre in May
Imprisoned at the same time, on the same trumped-up 2001, but was returned to prison camp a month later.
charges, was Bekjanov’s colleague Mamadali Makhmudov. PEN and other human rights organisations believe
An eminent author and opposition activist, Makhmudov was convicted in violation of his right to
Makhmudov was arrested on 19 February 1999, after a freedom of expression and association as guaranteed by
series of explosions in the Uzbek capital Tashkent, in Article 19 of the International Covenant on Civil and
which a dozen people were killed. He was initially held Political Rights, which Uzbekistan has ratified. Readers
incommunicado for three months, before being formally may like to write appeals calling for the immediate and
charged and sentenced to fourteen years in prison for unconditional release of Makhmudov to:
‘threatening the president’ and ‘threatening the constitu- President Islam Karimov and
tional order’. There was no evidence to connect the HE Mr Tukhtapulat Tursunovich Riskiev
writer with these events and, according to PEN, some Embassy of the Republic of Uzbekistan
commentators go as far as to suggest that the bombings 41 Holland Park
were carried out by government agents provocateurs. London W11 3RP
Many believe Makhmudov’s arrest was linked to his Fax: 020 7229 7029
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