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LESLIE MITCHELL is Emeritus Fellow BIOGRAPHY 24 PAUL JOHNSON Talleyrand: Betrayer and Saviour of France Robin Harris
of University College, Oxford. His 26 ANNE SOMERSET Thomas Cromwell: The Rise and Fall of Henry
most recent publications include a life VIII’s Most Notorious Minister Robert Hutchinson
of Bulwer-Lytton and a study of the
27 LESLIE MITCHELL The Great Man, Sir Robert Walpole:
Whig Party entitled The Whig World.
Scoundrel, Genius and Britain’s First Prime Minister Edward Pearce
GILLIAN TINDALL’s books include The 28 LUCY WOODING Edward VI: The Lost King of England Chris Skidmore
Man Who Drew London: Wenceslaus
Hollar in Reality and Imagination, and, FOREIGN PARTS 30 J ASON G OODWIN Trickster Travels: In Search of Leo
most recently, The House by the Thames,
Africanus, A Sixteenth-Century Muslim Between Worlds
and the People Who Lived There.
Natalie Zemon Davis
P J KAVANAGH’s Collected Poems was 32 S ARA W HEELER The Long Exile: A True Story of Deception
published in 1992, the year he won and Survival amongst the Inuit of the Canadian Arctic Melanie McGrath
the Cholmondeley Award for poetry. 33 N ORMAN S TONE Realm of the Black Mountain: A History of
His most recent collection is
Montenegro Elizabeth Roberts
Something About (Carcanet).
LETTERS & MEMOIRS 36 J W M THOMPSON Decca: The Letters of Jessica Mitford Ed N ORMAN S TONE is Professor of
Peter Y Sussman International Relations at Bilkent
University, Ankara. His The Eastern
37 LIZA CAMPBELL In My Father’s House: Elegy for an Obsessive
Front, 1914–1917 is being reissued
Love Miranda Seymour by Penguin in July.
38 D AVID W ATKIN Grass Seed in June John Martin Robinson
JANE RIDLEY is writing a biography
ART & MUSIC 40 J OHN M C E WEN William Powell Frith: A Painter and His of Kind Edward VII, to be pub-
lished by Chatto & Windus.
World Christopher Wood
41 F RANK M C L YNN Hitchcock’s Music Jack Sullivan DAVID WATKIN is Professor of the
43 P ATRICK O’C ONNOR Somewhere: A Life of Jerome History of Architecture at the
Robbins Amanda Vaill University of Cambridge. His most
recent book is Radical Classicism: The
Architecture of Quinlan Terry (2006).
GENERAL 44 ALEXANDER WAUGH How to Live Forever or Die Trying
He is now writing a book on the
Bryan Appleyard Roman Forum.
45 P J KAVANAGH Selected Poems Derek Mahon
46 F RANCES W ILSON Imagining Childhood Erika Langmuir L IZA C AMPBELL grew up in
47 M I C H A E L B U R L E I G H Time to Emigrate? George Walden Macbeth’s castle. Her funny,
scabrous memoir on the subject,
Title Deeds, is published in paper-
FICTION 48 J OHN D UGDALE Killing Johnny Fry Walter Mosley back this month by Doubleday.
49 PAMELA NORRIS David Golder Irène Némirovsky
50 L INDY B URLEIGH Measuring Time Helon Habila R ICHARD G RAY gave the Lamar
51 CHRISTOPHER HART The Story of Blanche and Marie Per Lectures in the USA this autumn on
the literature of the American South
Olov Enquist
and is currently working on a book
52 SAM LEITH The Castle in the Forest Norman Mailer about the literary and cultural rela-
53 OPHELIA FIELD Afterwards Rachel Seiffert tions between the South and Europe.
54 ANDREW ROBINSON The Peacock Throne Sujit Saraf
Fireproof Raj Kamal Jha G RAHAM H UTCHINGS , former
China Correspondent of the Daily
55 RICHARD GODWIN The Song Before it is Sung Justin Cartwright
Telegraph, is the author of Modern
56 SEBASTIAN SHAKESPEARE The Speed of Light Javier Cercas China: A Companion to a Rising
56 E DMUND G ORDON Imposture Benjamin Markovits Power (Penguin) and Editor of The
57 S IMON B AKER ON F IRST N OVELS Oxford Analytica Daily Brief.
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during the defence of Rome in 1849, graces to show his countrymen how
‘a poet’s dream’, as one modern histo- best they could fit themselves for
rian calls it, and the ways in which his being Italian. Unembarrassed by his
subsequent bitter experience of flight legendary status, he gave it a helpful
and exile, darkened yet further by his tweak from time to time, but its fun-
wife Anita’s death, clinched his status damental authenticity remains solid
as a living martyr for the holy cause against the debunkers.
of Italian unity. It was the runaway Armed with an exuberance and
print culture of illustrated papers and energy worthy of a true Garibaldino
cheap book production during the (even managing to date the appear-
1850s, however, which glamorised ance of the eponymous biscuit and
the rebel as Europe’s guerrilla super- to trace Nottingham Forest’s football
star. From English novels representing strip to the general’s red shirt), Lucy
him as ‘beautiful, proud, frank and Riall gives us a book which is about
generous’, with a smile ‘like that of a rather more than the myriad fan-
father blessing his children’, it was tasies projected onto the most
the shortest of steps to a blasphe- famous of Italy’s nation-builders, a
mous engraving of him as Chr ist work with inevitable resonances for
Pantocrator, his fingers crooked in our own age of celebrity-chasing
benediction. No wonder the enraged and willing enslavement to the
Catholic hierarchy sought to portray media. Her historical argument is
him as a callous libertine, turning the made more compelling by a lucid,
heads of innocent Roman nuns. athletic and continuously engaging
Women, as Riall’s book continually prose style. We are only a month or
demonstrates, played a major role as Garibaldian image- so into 2007, but I have no hesitation in naming this
makers. The hero of Calatafimi was a serial heartbreak- among my books of the year.
er, siring several illegitimate offspring, and leaving a To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 30
trail of forlorn females across revolutionary Italy. Anita,
had she survived, would surely have had her work cut
out in seeing off groupies like the indefatigable Jessie
White Mario or the enterprising German baroness who
ghosted the general’s memoirs. Even his London hostess
Anne Duchess of Sutherland felt an unrespectable flut-
ter or two during his triumphant 1864 English visit, as
did her elderly mother-in-law. The pair wrote him
despairing letters in French – ‘Have you really not
understood, my General, that I have given you every-
thing I have?’, ‘Can you give me the friendship of your
beautiful spirit?’ etc – but their devotion was as nothing
to that of Mrs Mary Seely, who kept his cigar butt as a FINANCIAL ASSISTANCE FOR WRITERS
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CHILBLAINS & PETTICOATS outside the siege of Sebastopol. The decaying, stinking
bodies floating in the water made her retch, and on the
quay, which was ankle-deep in mud, she stumbled over
M RS D UBERLY ’ S WAR : J OURNAL AND the corpses of Turkish soldiers. The incompetence and
L ETTERS FROM THE C RIMEA , 1854–6 mismanagement of the British was scandalous. ‘Oh how
★ far superior are the French to us in every way!’ Fanny
Edited by Christine Kelly told her sister. The French troops were housed and fed
(Oxford University Press 355pp £16.99) and clothed, while the British froze in summer uniforms
and died of exposure in the mud. Lord Raglan, the
F ANNY D UBERLY WAS the horse-loving wife of a Commander-in-Chief, was invisible, never visiting his
Victorian cavalry officer. When the Crimean War broke troops, and he knew nothing of the horrors endured by
out in 1854 she was twenty-six, cheerful, childless and the men.
strong-minded. She was among the handful of officers’ Her sister urged her to come home, but Fanny stuck it
wives who sailed with their husbands’ regiments to the out. She claimed that she couldn’t bear to leave Henry
Black Sea. Lord Lucan, who commanded the cavalry, in case he died. After the corsets and politeness of
forbade her from entering the war zone, but Fanny England, she found the freedom to ‘go where you like,
defied him. She insisted on accompanying her husband do what you like, say what you like’ exhilarating. A fear-
Henry, and she stayed with the army throughout the war. less horsewoman, she rode thousands of miles on her
Fanny kept a journal of the horse Bob – the importance of
war, as well as writing letters the horse as an agent of
home to her family. Her journal women’s liberation has been
was published in 1855, and it is underestimated by desk-bound
reprinted here by Christine Kelly feminist historians. Being virtu-
for the first time, along with her ally the only woman in an army
letters. Because the journal came of men made her a ‘swell’ or
out so close to the events it celebrity. In the wooden hut
describes, it is necessarily circum- where she lived with Henry on
spect and pruned of indiscretions. shore in the summer of 1855,
Her letters are lively and chatty she entertained with gusto.
and far more revealing. This is a Pretty, flirtatious Fanny was the
woman’s view of war. Fanny life and soul of every party,
wasn’t present at all the major fêted by generals and admirals.
Cr imean battles – she missed She was photog raphed by
Alma and Inkerman. Although Roger Fenton, sitting side-sad-
she witnessed the charge of the dle on the faithful Bob, and the
Light Brigade at Balaclava, her pr int became a pin-up with
account is disappointing. She officers.
didn’t trust herself to ‘read’ a bat- As Fanny was only too well
tle or descr ibe regimental Duberley: pin-up aware, her social position was
manoeuvres in the way a man ambivalent. Jealous women cut
might. But she is excellent on the management of the her, freezing her out as a brazen trollop. She was friendly
war, and she gives a vivid picture of what it felt like to be with aristocratic officers such as Lord George Paget, but
with the army throughout the campaign. as soon as their wives appeared, Fanny was dropped. She
Fanny’s husband Henry was paymaster to the Eighth wore men’s trousers too, which broke all the codes of
Hussars, and for the Duberlys the Crimean began as a Victorian respectability. ‘I shall be a sort of Bashi-Basouk
picnic beside the Black Sea. At Varna, where the regi- when I get home,’ she wrote, ‘defiant of all laws conven-
ment disembarked, Fanny’s journal chronicles a blissful tional or fashionable – and then how women will fall
riding holiday which turned to nightmare. The regiment upon me like vultures over a mortally wounded man.’
waited here in limbo for three months, and Fanny details In fact, Fanny was a faithful wife, devoted to her
the breakdown of supplies, the cruel treatment of horses husband Henry. She held strong moral views, consider-
and the callous neglect of the men by Lord Cardigan, ing nursing, for example, as ‘not decent’, especially for
who did nothing as his troops literally rotted, dying like unmarried women, working in hospitals crowded with
flies in the heat from cholera. men making lewd remarks. (She never met Florence
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Nightingale, but she had little time for her.) Even her reveals a deep unease that Fanny had transgressed the
famous men’s trousers she wore out of necessity, boundaries of the female sphere and pushed her way
not choice. The mud in the Crimea was so deep that into a male preserve where she didn’t belong. In fact,
riding in petticoats was an impossibility. She borrowed Fanny was a pioneer, the first woman war reporter, blaz-
a pair of thick men’s boots to keep out the cold, as ing a path later followed by Lee Miller and Kate Adie.
her feet were ravaged by chilblains. She was always War and bloodshed didn’t revolt or frighten her; it
smartly dressed, and even when grievously ill, she wor- thrilled her. Unlike Florence Nightingale or W H
ried desperately when a box containing new clothes Russell, the famous Times reporter whose uncensored
went missing. Crimean copy shocked the Victorian public, Fanny had
Fanny sent letters to her sister to publish in the news- no powerful supporters back home. She was an outsider,
papers back home, and as her fame grew, she found a and, as her letters show, she was acutely aware of the
publisher for her journal. Edited by her brother-in-law, issues of gender and class that her ambivalent position
Francis Marx, this was a bestseller, but it received some raised. Christine Kelly has written an excellent intro-
savage reviews. Punch lampooned her as a frivolous duction, and her edition at last gives Fanny Duberly the
woman who wrote about the men’s business of war as recognition that she deserves.
though she were going shopping. This was unfair. But it To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 30
J EREMY P ATERSON clash of cultures? Were ‘all men either Jews or Hellenes’, as
Heine claimed in his lifelong struggle to reconcile his con-
ETERNAL CITIES version to Christianity with his Jewish origins? In the first
half of his splendid book, Martin Goodman argues power-
fully that this was not so. By comparing Roman and
ROME AND J ERUSALEM : T HE C LASH OF Jewish senses of identity and of community, and attitudes
A NCIENT C IVILIZATIONS on everything from nudity to government, he amply
★ demonstrates that most Romans and most Jews inhabited a
By Martin Goodman shared Graeco-Roman world with little difficulty.
(Allen Lane / The Penguin Press 638pp £25) Accommodation was made for recognised differences such
as the Jewish diet and the Sabbath. There was occasional
AT THE TOP end of the Sacred Way, as it runs up from hostility, but, according to Goodman, Jews were generally
the Forum in Rome, stands the Arch dedicated to Titus, treated with ‘amusement, indifference, acceptance, admira-
who in AD 70, as son of the new emperor Vespasian, tion and emulation’. He offers an outstanding pen portrait
brought the war with the Jewish rebels to a bloody of Herod Agrippa I, a Jew and Roman citizen, the
conclusion and razed the Temple in Jerusalem. friend of emperors, who was equally at home
Within the arch are reliefs representing the in Jerusalem and in the imperial court
Roman triumphal procession, with soldiers in Rome.
carrying as spoils the paraphernalia of the Goodman, Professor of Jewish Studies
Temple: the seven-branch candelabrum, at Oxford, is the ideal commentator on
the shewbread table, the incense cups, all this. His whole career has combined
and the trumpets, which along with a study of both the history of the
copy of the Torah were eventually to Classical world and of Judaism. Indeed,
become prize exhibits in Vespasian’s his remarkable breadth of expertise
ironically named Temple of Peace. The means that he can be too readily side-
destruction of the Jerusalem Temple was a tracked to explain some fascinating detail
defining moment in the history of Judaism. of Roman or Jewish life, whether or not it
It was also an exceptional act of the Romans, carries the central argument forward. It is
who normally did not treat foreign cults in one of the signs (the other is overlong quota-
this way. Far from it – their basic principle The capture of Judaea, c. AD70 tions of sources) that this book, like so many
was that all the peoples included in the produced now, needed a tough editor to
empire should continue to worship as their ancestors had sharpen the focus. Goodman is also fully aware of the
done. Indeed, the incorporation of new gods was a problems of the very concepts of ‘Jewishness’ and
strengthening of empire, like adding to one’s insurance ‘Romanness’, which are at the heart of his discussion. It
policy; getting ever more gods on one’s side was a vindi- is difficult to define the ‘Romanness’ shared by, for
cation and bolstering of Rome’s right to rule. example, Cicero, Seneca (Spanish-born but educated at
Should this be seen as the inevitable culmination of a Rome) and St Paul (a Jew with Roman citizenship from
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“Brooks treats his subject with much subtlety,
solid scholarship, and flexibility of mind.”
—Victor Brombert, author of Trains of Thought
Cilician Tarsus). There is also the problem of ‘which
Jews?’ or ‘which Romans?’. It is far from clear that all the Henry James
attitudes and views discussed were shared across the class-
es. Goodman recognises that in a sense he is constructing Goes to Paris
ideal types. Nevertheless, his argument vindicates his PETER BROOKS
approach, and no one will come away without profit and “Under the guise of simply
pleasure from reading these pages. ‘telling a story’ about the
If, then, the Jewish war and the destruction of the young Henry James’s stay
Temple were not the inevitable culmination of a clash of in Paris in 1875–76,
cultures, why did they happen? The war was probably Peter Brooks describes
unintended on both sides. It broke out as the result of a the progressive emergence
bungled policing action by a Roman governor intended to of the whole of novelistic
stop factional fighting within Judaea. It escalated because modernity during the
Vespasian, recent victor in Rome’s own traumatic civil turn from the nineteenth
to the twentieth century.
wars, needed a big victory to bolster his regime’s reputa-
You have to be, like
tion. The destruction of the Temple was in all probability Brooks, both historian
unintended – the work of troops on the rampage. But once and theorist, a scholar
it had happened, the sacrilegious act needed to be justified both of things French
and so began the claim that the Jewish Temple cult was not and American, to so
worthy to exist and its destruction an act of piety towards masterfully carry out
the traditional gods. For their own reasons Vespasian’s suc- this project.”
cessors continued the policy. When the Jews rose in protest —Philippe Hamon, Professor Emeritus, La Sorbonne Nouvelle
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AD 132–135, they were savagely suppressed (over half a
million dead). Jerusalem became a Roman colony, from
which Jews were excluded, with a new name, Aelia “Lee’s immensely enjoyable study . . . should become
Capitolina; and at its heart was a new temple, but this one essential reading for aficionados of literary biography.”
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to gain security in the Roman world, which was intermit- New in paperback
tently hostile to them, Christians found it in their interests
to distance themselves from their Jewish origins and join in Virginia Woolf ’s
the imperially inspired hatred of the Jews. It started very Nose
early on; the earliest of Christian texts, St Paul’s First Epistle Essays on Biography
to the Thessalonians (2:15), attacks the Jews ‘who both HERMIONE LEE
killed the Lord Jesus, and their own prophets, and have
persecuted us; and they please not God, and are contrary to “Lee’s tales of the battles
all men’. There is a profound lesson in the second half of of the biographers are
gripping and vivid. . . .
Goodman’s book. Anti-Semitism in the Roman Empire
The nose is a funny thing
was largely and decisively the creation of high politics, not anyway; stick it on to
some deep-founded social or cultural phenomenon. ‘Virginia Woolf’ or any
Without the actions of the emperors, such as Titus, other of the illustrious
Vespasian, Trajan, Hadrian, and Constantine, the Jewish names Lee discusses, and
story might have been very different – and (who knows?) you are bound to bring
so might have been world history. them down a peg. All part
Martin Goodman has produced a large, important and of the biographer’s power
very readable book, which makes accessible the fruits of a to make or unmake, sniff
rich body of modern scholarship. The title is no accident. out or sniff at, which Lee so
It is shared by a tract, Rom und Jerusalem, produced by the engagingly shows us.”
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and gossip. Hermione Lee’s sudden remark that ‘she material details, with the dates and places of Edith’s
liked her solitude and did not enjoy “society”’ seems constant travels, with plans being made and unmade,
inexplicable alongside everything else we are told. If with correspondence, with acquaintances met and re-
Edith had not relished ‘society’, and been part of it, she met – that it risks sinking under its own research.
would never have acquired the insider’s understanding The text runs to 756 pages, not counting Notes. Very
to depict it in the way she did: she would not have been few lives are best presented in such an exhaustive format,
able to chart Lily Bart’s subtle but lethal over-stepping which, by its very nature, tends to recapitulate the same
of ‘the narrow line between social success and moral facts in various places and blurs chronological outlines.
failure’, she would not have been able to present so The immensely detailed set-pieces – on this or that
sympathetically Newland Archer’s decision to turn his friendship, on Teddy Wharton’s manic depression and
back on the prospect of a different life abroad in favour their protracted divorce, on Edith’s one affair with the
of familiar values. American journalist Morton Fullerton – appear as pre-
As for Edith’s own ‘new life’, her escape to France and determined overviews, telling their own stories but not
adoption of that country, her abandonment of her necessarily The Story we are trying to follow. With
American marriage, her near-perfect command of the Fullerton, in particular, Lee seems to have conceived
French language, her great and generous charitable such a dislike for this ‘bounder’, that she creates the
efforts during the First World War – much has been impression that he humiliated Edith by neglect from the
made of all this as a whole new and more suitable iden- start. This, paradoxically, makes Edith’s eventual pursuit
tity. But she had already lived abroad as a child, with her of her perfidious lover look much more foolish than it
parents; in reality the world she occupied in Paris, else- was: indeed, if Fullerton was really as unrewarding as
where in France, and also across the Channel, was Lee suggests, why did Edith fall so heavily for him long
another version of her inherited American world, with before they actually got into bed? Their assignations in
its own social taboos. She was always very taken with the Charing Cross Hotel, to the sad sounds of night
European aristocracy, and the Americans she associated trains, were not the climax of love to her but its ending,
with in Europe, including Henry James and Walter and, as a writer, she had the judgement to see this and
Berry (the Paris head of the American Chamber of to make it all eventual grist to her mill.
Commerce), were not distinctly different from those she To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 30
had gravitated to on the other side of the Atlantic. If
anything, her social antennae were probably less acute in
Europe than on her home territory. This biography’s
rather over-extensive bottin mondain of her Paris circle
has some dubious names, including that of Paul Bourget
of Action Française, and among English county society
her great friend was the extravagant and amoral Mary
Hunter of Hill Hall. With her passion for house-buying,
Edith Wharton very nearly acquired her own country
house in England near the Hunters in 1913. I am
inclined to think that here she had her own lucky escape
from moral failure.
Hermione Lee gives proper prominence to the role
houses and their décor played in Edith’s active life and
in the iconography of her fiction. She quotes the won-
derful passage in the short story ‘The Fulness of Life’
about a woman’s life as a ‘great house full of rooms’
with one secret innermost room where ‘the soul sits
alone and waits for a footstep that never comes’. But
she does not relate this to Flaubert’s celebrated, analo-
gous remark, which Edith Wharton surely knew, about
each of us having a secret ‘royal chamber of the heart’
which, in some cases, is never visited. And here is a
central problem with this enormously comprehensive,
detailed, fair and in many ways admirable biography.
Although its estimates of the novels, when we get to
them, are perceptive and appropriate, as a writer’s life
this book seems so heavily weighted on the side of
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‘Sadler’s Wells has struck gold with
its annual season of flamenco’
THE INDEPENDENT
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also brilliantly conveys the Madrilenian world in which French Enlightenment as he was of the ancien régime.
Beaumarchais moved, with its stimulating and social the- Beaumarchais’s journey to Spain was largely unsuc-
atrical life, Bourbon reforms, and ambivalent attitudes cessful in its professed intentions. However, as Thomas
towards France and the French. Not least, he creates an so persuasively shows, his Spanish experiences provided
unforgettable portrait of Beaumarchais himself, who, him with the basis of his greatest creations. And with
ironically, appears to have had much in common with the Figaro in particular, he gave generations of travellers to
enlightened and contradictory Clavijo. Beaumarchais Seville an excuse as good as Carmen and Don Juan to
emerges as someone with a remarkable capacity to adapt confuse fiction and reality in their appreciation of Spain.
to social situations, and who was as much a figure of the To order this book at £12.80, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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Norton. There are some insights of great critical originality, W ILLIAM P ALMER
notably when the dryness of The Waste Land is related to
the ecological damage caused by the westward march of
the railways in America. Best of all is the way he shows us
exactly why the unforgettable passages in Eliot are so pow-
MURDER MOST FOUL
erful, like this lyrical description of one of ‘our intenser E DGAR A LLAN P OE AND THE M URDER OF
experiences of other human beings’, correctly diagnosed M ARY ROGERS
by Raine as falling in love: ★
I could not By Daniel Stashower
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither (Oneworld Publications 328pp £16.99)
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence. IN 1842, EDGAR Allan Poe sold a long story to the Ladies’
Raine, then, is strongest where Eliot is strongest; he is Companion, a New York magazine. It was not the jour-
predictably less compelling where he finds Eliot less nal’s usual fare; it advertised itself as being for women of
engaging. Though he has excellent things to say about ‘exquisite refinement and taste’, and Poe’s tale was of the
some of the great passages in Four Quartets, his imagina- brutal rape and murder of a young woman. However, the
tion doesn’t fire as he tries to capture their more editor could not resist; Poe had sold him the story on the
programmatic mysticism. As an idea, the ‘simultaneity of premise that ‘The Mystery of Marie Rogêt’ was based
time’ lacks the complexity and force of its medieval, firmly on the real and sensational case of the unsolved
Neoplatonic discussions. And, of the two definitive ele- murder of Mary Rogers in New York the previous year.
ments of the book’s series, lives and legacies, Raine is Although Poe’s story was transferred to Paris, the chief
better on the legacies. In a way, the book is written characters involved in the real case were only lightly dis-
against Raine’s belief that Eliot’s life has already been guised, and Poe promised a dramatic solution to the case.
drawn upon too much in glossing the poems. Mary Rogers was born in 1820 and moved with her
In returning to the question of anti-Semitism in Eliot’s mother to New York in 1837. The two women settled in
writings, Raine seems to be struggling for fairness, the house of John Anderson, and it was not long before
conceding for example that some letters not yet available Mary found herself working behind the cigar counter of
may establish after all that Eliot was guilty of this most hate- Anderson’s Tobacco Emporium on Broadway. She was by
ful attitude – what Eliot himself called a ‘terrible slander’. all accounts an extremely beautiful young woman and
Raine is already on record in vigorous defence of Eliot began to attract many admirers who came to the store to
against the charge, and I am not convinced of the wisdom gawk at ‘the comely seegar vendor’. The newspapers
of returning unprovoked to it in such circumstantial detail wrote up the new Broadway attraction. The New York
now. Raine’s appendix replaces Christopher Logue’s list as Herald ran an appalling poem in her praise:
the fullest brief itemising of the accused passages. Some of She moved amid the bland perfume
them, for whatever reason, make grim reading: for instance That breathes of heaven’s balmiest isle:
the ‘Dirge’ in the Waste Land manuscript that Raine Her eyes had starlight’s azure gloom
acknowledges as ‘tasteless and distasteful’. His impulse to And a glimpse of heaven – her smile.
explain away such offences leads to a rather embarrassing Her celebrity has a very modern feel to it; as one newspa-
piece of self-aggrandising: having made the interesting perman said, ‘her notoriety is unencumbered by position
suggestion that the anti-Semitic passages in the poems are or achievement’. There was a minor sensation in 1838
dramatisations of anti-Semitism, Raine muses ‘This new when she disappeared, leaving a suicide note. The news-
interpretation will seem implausible for a time, in the way papers wrote of an unhappy love affair. She reappeared
that radical re-readings do before they become accepted’ – two weeks later and soon afterwards left Anderson’s
a self-assessment, oddly enough, most famously made by Emporium, her mother having started up a boarding
George Steiner, with whom Raine is crossing swords here. house. Mary became attached to one of the lodgers, the
It will be a pity if this is what this brilliant reading of Eliot amiable, heavy-drinking Daniel Payne. A rival admirer in
comes to be remembered for. This book is an ingenious and the house, Alfred Crommelin, accused them of indulging
convincing demonstration that Eliot is still the Old Possum: in ‘unseemly intimacies’ in the front parlour. It must have
lying unassertively low, but anxiously aware that the disin- been quite a comedown for Mary to have to help with
terment of the buried life is an undeniable imperative. Most domestic chores, but in 1841 she was back in the head-
of the time it is open-minded about the weaker points in lines in a new and more terrible way.
Eliot: the plays, or occasional linguistic defects in the poems. One Sunday morning she dressed in her best clothes
But most importantly, it shows perceptively why Eliot’s and told Payne that she was going to visit her aunt across
poems work with their unique compulsiveness. the city. She arranged to meet him that evening but did
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body was fished from the Hudson rewrite the third part, now includ-
River. The coroner’s report stated ing a confession by a Madame
that she had been beaten, ‘violated Deluc/Mrs Loss that she was impli-
by no fewer than three assailants’, cated in the murder and that Dupin’s
and then garrotted with strips torn ‘solution’ still held. It was not satis-
from her own clothing. factory and Poe further modified
The New York press had a won- the story when it was published
derful time with the story, particularly in book form. Daniel Stashower
the Herald. Even by our present low himself puts forward a theor y
standards, the Herald was a sensation- that Anderson of the Tobacco
alist rag. Its editor, James Gordon Emporium may have been deeply
Bennett, delighted in causing outrage. implicated in Mary’s murder, but
A journalist who could call the then whether in fiction or real life no
Pope ‘a decrepit, licentious, stupid culprit was ever firmly identified.
Italian blockhead’ has to be admired, A book concerned with Mary
if only for his nerve. His paper, lin- Rogers alone would have been a bit
gering over the ‘salacious details’, had on the slim side and Stashower alter-
already covered murders that his rivals nates chapters about the murder with
did not see as fit subjects. Bennett other quite detailed ones on Poe’s life
combined his coverage with an attack From Poe’s ‘The Mystery of Marie Rogêt’, 1852 in the years before and after he wrote
on the incompetent New York police about the case. In ‘The Mystery of
force, calling them ‘corrupt loafers’. He laid the blame for Marie Rogêt’ Poe went at least halfway to inventing the
Mary’s death on an attack by one of New York’s many ‘true crime’ novel; it is unlikely that the mystery of Mary
gangs. Other candidates were put forward: a philanderer Rogers’s miserable end will ever now be resolved, but
called Morse; a young sailor who lodged at the Rogers’s Stashower presents all of the available evidence for the
house; her admirers Payne and Crommelin; all were ques- reader to try and go one better than Poe.
tioned and had alibis for the presumed time of death. The To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 30
case went cold until, a few weeks later, more of Mary’s
clothes were found in a thicket, close to a tavern kept by a
Mrs Loss. The tavern was on the shore, not far from
where the body had been found. Astonishingly, Daniel
Payne visited this scene and committed suicide on the L ubricate your
spot with an overdose of laudanum. For a time his guilt
was assumed, but after a short while the story died away,
and was inevitably replaced by the next gruesome story.
The case fascinated Poe. His Murders in the Rue Morgue
L exicon
had introduced the figure of the amateur detective, and
C Auguste Dupin was the father of Sherlock Holmes and “This is just
a thousand others who, by applying the powers of deduc-
tive reasoning, outguess the plodding police force. In
what’s needed:
‘Marie Rogêt’ Dupin comes up with an ingenious solu- tricky words
tion involving a naval officer who had met Mary/Marie in with witty
1838, been away on a tour of duty until 1841, and then
jealously murdered her on his return. The story was definitions.”
20,000 words long and was split into three parts for publi-
cation in the Ladies’ Companion. Just before the publication John Humphrys
of the third part, and Poe’s much heralded solution to
Mary Rogers’s murder, a headline appeared in the New
BBC Radio 4
York Tribune: ‘The Mary Rogers Mystery Explained’.
Mrs Loss, keeper of the tavern near to where Mary’s
clothes were found, died in a bizarre shooting accident, Available from all good bookshops
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INTERVIEW
I know some readers will object to the vocabulary – women as English Literature; this was my education, I didn’t have
‘clefts’ and men as ‘squirts’. But I wondered why you made any other. I think many writers, especially if they studied
the females utterly passive, with only the men having any English, were damaged by going to university. They were
curiosity or energy? hurt by it, some kind of damper was put on them. But
I was fascinated about two years ago by odd remarks then when I first came to London I was meeting people in
about the primal stock being female, as though that was a ferment of intellectual curiosity and discussion about
all there was to be said. But what happened when the everything. Everybody was political, everybody read,
men came? And how did the men come? I think there everybody had read everything. I remember violent debate
was some kind of little breath of evolution and suddenly all the time. I was writing about what everybody was talk-
boys were being born, and people got more curious, with ing about at that time, and feminism was part of it. If you
an enlivening spirit abroad. For the females, lying around were a Communist you were discussing the role of women
on rocks for centuries, there was no reason to be curious. automatically. We talked about it all the time, you can
A provocative idea for a feminist. imagine the debates that went on; when I made tea for
I don’t think the feminists did me much good because Gottfried I asked why he wasn’t making tea for me.
The Golden Notebook became part of Women’s Studies, That kind of argument seemed revolutionary to me when
which put men off. That did not help me at all. The Golden Notebook came out.
In the 1960s there was a cartoon about a bored graduate wife The point is that women have always talked about men,
weeping into the nappy bucket, which could have been based on they talk about them all the time. I’ve been listening to
me, so I found The Golden Notebook a revelation. You put women talk about men and men talk about women all my
into words things about life and sex and motherhood and feelings life; on the farm there were the men talking about how
that hadn’t been expressed before. I still remember how liberating bloody awful women were and how they couldn’t take the
that seemed, it was the year before Larkin said sexual intercourse life, and there were the women talking about men, all the
began and in those days conventional behaviour was based on the time. Yet when I wrote about it people were astounded.
principle that many things were best left unsaid. Did you feel liberated when you abandoned Communism?
It wasn’t like that for me, but it was in my mother’s Well, it took such a long time, it wasn’t just overnight.
generation, she was a great one for that. We had all this information [about conditions in the
[Lessing was born in Persia. When she was six her family Soviet Union] coming through, a lot of people in the
moved to farm in Rhodesia. Her father was ill, her mother dis- Party were very unhappy and a great many left, fell out
contented, and at fourteen Doris escaped to work as a nurse- or drifted out; that is why, when I wrote The Golden
maid and was soon publishing short stories in South African Notebook, half the people I knew were having mental
magazines. Aged nineteen, she got married, had two children, breakdowns or becoming religious or committing
John and Jean. Both that and her second marriage to Gottfried suicide or something. Koestler made this interesting
Lessing, a German refugee and Jewish Marxist, ended in comparison: he said losing faith in Communism was like
divorce. In 1949 she left the two older children with their coins dropping out of your pocket, one by one.
father, and set off to London with her baby son Peter Lessing [Having shed religion in her teens, embracing ‘the brave sto-
and the manuscript of her first book, The Grass is Singing, icism of atheism’, and later abandoned Communism, Lessing
which was published to great success a year later.] searched for something different and in 1962 found and began a
I was brought up by two people who believed in the lifelong study of Sufism – ‘Sufi is a way of life, not a belief.’
British Empire, and were British to the point of caricature, During the 1950s Lessing published a book a year, her influen-
and as far as I am concerned I was educated by reading tial and famous series of African novels.]
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I believe you also wrote several plays. to believe. A friend of mine was here from Moscow and
My real love is the theatre but I was not a good play- she said that they have completely forgotten about all
wright, I used too many words. Good playwrights have the horrors and what they remember is the order.
always been curtain-pullers in some local rep, like Do you write to see what you think, or to say what you think?
Harold Pinter. It is all an amazing discovery when you are writing.
And you started writing books in the fantasy or science- When you start, do you know where you are going?
fiction genre in the late 1970s, though you’ve said you don’t see Well, it depends. The last book I wrote, I had quite a
them as either non-realistic or something new but just telling a nice neat plot, but the only thing is that one of the char-
story. Some are stories which I read as ‘awful warnings’. acters actually emerged, which hadn’t happened to me
I have always written about global warming and the before. It took the whole plot away. He took the book
future of the planet, I’ve been immersed in it; it’s creepy, over suddenly, and what was I to do now? The thing
what is happening. What is happening to the world was out of shape. I then dreamt what was going to
is not a new thought. Scientists generally have been happen, so the thing came back into shape.
talking about what we do to the world; it may be new Have you ever had to abandon something?
for politicians. Oh yes, often, but thank God I have always torn them up.
One of the countless academics studying your work complained Do you keep a diary?
of your ‘rapid and unpredictable evolution’ from realism to fantasy. Yes, I am going to leave it for anyone who wants it.
I’ve always liked science fiction. In [Lessing’s papers are deposited in the
the Sixties and Seventies all the kids Harry Ransom Humanities Research
and young people read science fic- Center at the University of Texas.]
tion. I don’t know if they still do. Your two volumes of autobiography
Have you looked at interactive online only take you up to the early 1960s.
worlds? I had a problem about that,
I can’t use computers. I know I because in the Sixties I was that
should, but there’s something about familiar thing, an earth mother, and
that thing sitting there, always going my house was full of young people
wrong in some minor way ... I aged between fourteen and twenty-
work on a machine which a friend four, and now some of them are
threw out from his office, and I middle-aged and well known so I
said, I’ll have it. I used to be a typist cannot possibly write that book. So
for my living but now I depend what I did was to write The Sweetest
entirely on a typist who can sort Dream, in which I wanted to give a
out my horrible pages. flavour of the Sixties, but I kept real
Are you working on the next book? people out of it.
I’ve been saying to myself that I [Any autobiographical writing since
have started what will be my last. then, in factual or fictional form, has
Have you said that before? protected Lessing’s privacy, giving away less information than
No, never. It is just that I find that living is very hard the appearance of candour suggests.]
work, and you know this business about a book, the sheer There has been one unauthorised biography.
weight of it – I think voluntarily doing this I must be Well, that was a very difficult thing. This woman
insane. But I’ve started a new book about my parents. In assumed that I would be absolutely delighted for her to
their own different ways they were quite remarkable peo- write my biography, and she had already signed a contract.
ple, but they were both done in by the First World War, I It never crossed her mind that I wouldn’t want to do it. So
mean really badly, my father evidently badly and my I simply said to her, look, I am going to tell my friends not
mother not so evidently badly. I am going to write about to co-operate. What happened then was she went all over
what my parents would have been like not screwed up by the place finding people that I had either never met, or
war, and that gives me a great deal of pleasure because the only met once, who gave all kinds of information about
wars weigh on me. They sit on me like a nightmare. So me. She didn’t care and it was enormously inaccurate.
my thought was, supposing there had never been a First And there is a website.
World War, what would they have been like? It’s kept by the original archetypal fan who knows
What would the world have been like? more about me than I know about myself. It is flattering
If there had been no First World War there would and marvellous. But I don’t look because I know that I
have been no Russian Revolution, no Hitler, no Stalin. would get involved in enormous controversy. I’ve
I don’t think I can cope with the fact that people in changed my mind about so many things and I still do. In
Russia should regret Stalin, I find that almost impossible fact, I don’t think I’ve always thought anything.
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nuns protested passionately, and affirmed their vocations become the template for women’s education and a bea-
in the face of Lutheran coercion. con for Miss Beale and Miss Buss. Angela’s story is more
Nuns were feminists avant la lettre: some consider St dramatic than this academic account allows – like many
Teresa of Avila a feminist. The Venetian nun Arcangela pioneers she was orphaned young, and spent her forma-
Tarabotti, who entered her convent aged sixteen, dedi- tive years travelling around Italy on horseback.
cated her life to studying – particularly Dante – and Nuns is a serious and readable study of convent life: it
produced many works of feminist polemic, including rescues from history the lives of women whom British
Women Are No Less Rational Than Men, in 1654. She and American feminists have tended to ignore because
influenced another Venetian, the beautifully named they have generally searched in secular places. It would
Moderata Fonte, who wrote The Worth of Women in the benefit from a sequel, following the history of nuns up
later seventeenth century, arguing passionately for the to the present time. The nineteenth century, with its
education of women and encouraging women to chal- missionary energy, is particularly rich. Memoir and
lenge paternal authority. autobiography in our time have shown that nuns can
Nuns were always pioneers of women’s education, and also be neurotic and cruel – indeed, just like the rest
the author gives due acknowledgement to St Angela de of us.
Merici, who founded the Ursuline Order, which was to To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 30
B RENDAN WALSH of the five young men at the centre of the story find rela-
tively quickly that they are not cut out to be Carthusians,
LIFE ON THE INSIDE and the one who stays goes on to enjoy a slightly rocky
career in the order. But all of them have their noses as
close to the window as we are ever likely to get.
A N I NFINITY OF L ITTLE H OURS : F IVE This is a serious and honest book based on ferocious
YOUNG M EN AND THEIR T RIAL OF FAITH IN rounds of faxes and emails exchanged over six or seven
THE W ESTERN WORLD ’ S M OST AUSTERE years, culminating in a reunion of the former novices
M ONASTIC O RDER and a meeting with the author – the wife of one of the
★ ex-monks – at the original Grande Chartreuse in
By Nancy Klein Maguire France. It has many of the virtues of last year’s popular
(Public Affairs 258pp £15.99) television series, The Monastery, which cleverly mixed a
human-interest story with insights into the Benedictine
I DON’T THINK anyone has tried to get under the skin of monastic tradition. There’s both meat and gravy in An
a group of monks in quite this way before. Nancy Klein Infinity of Little Hours. The five central characters are
Maguire closely follows the lives of five young men – likeable and real and you come to care about them, and
Paddy, Hans, Bernie, Chuck and Dave – over five years wonder who will stay and who will leave. Which of
between 1960 and 1965 as they each test their vocation them has the Right Stuff?
as a monk at the St Hugh’s Charterhouse in Parkminster, The monk in charge of finances is a former partner
Sussex. Founded 900 years ago by St Bruno in the in a distinguished international law firm; the other
mountain wilder ness near monks include a for mer
Grenoble, the Carthusians are French cavalry officer, a for-
the most strictly enclosed order mer rugby international, and
in the Catholic Church, living a German prince once short-
alone and in almost perpetual listed as a possible consort for
silence and prayer. The Trappist the Queen. It is touching to
monk Thomas Merton read how stubbornly human
described them as the monks are, for all the
the ones who have gone the strangeness of their chosen
furthest, climbed the highest, way of life. Even in solitude,
lifted themselves up above all they manage to wind each
the others, out of this world other up. One monk, incan-
and concealed in God. All descent with fur y at the
day long, except for offices behaviour of one of the oth-
in choir, the Carthusian is ers, can bear it no longer and
with God alone. seeks an interview with the
We learn from the start that four Weekly walk Prior. ‘Why do you hate him
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so much?’ he is asked. ‘Didn’t you see the way he han- P AUL J OHNSON
dled the bell rope last week?’ he replies. One novice
dreams of a skiing holiday, another can’t dislodge the
memory of an old girlfriend, another yearns for pork
chops. In the case of one novice, it’s not the hair shirt
MERDE EN BAS DE SOIE
or the cold and damp that does for him, it’s the infuri- TALLEYRAND : B ETRAYER AND
ating determination of his fellow monks to sing off- S AVIOUR OF F RANCE
pitch during the Divine Office. ★
As the slightly silly subtitle hints, ex-monks are occa- By Robin Harris
sionally guilty of ascetic one-upmanship. I recently spent (John Murray 448pp £30)
ninety minutes with the superior of an enclosed con-
vent, who chatted gently about my comfortable and O NE REASON WHY Charles-Maurice de Talleyrand-
worldly life, but scoffed with derision at the compromises Périgord (1754–1838) has proved such a popular subject
made by some other communities she could mention. for biography is that there is plenty of meat in him. His
‘They even have a radio’, she tut-tutted. Life at life was long and spanned a tumultuous period; he was
Parkminster is certainly stunningly austere, but it has its active almost throughout it, and often centre-stage. He
consolations. One novice’s father visited his son’s private was born the same year as the decapitated French King,
entrance hall and walled garden, with the lumber and Louis XVI, and was a few months older than the tragic
fuel room and separate workshop on the ground floor, Marie-Antoinette. Yet he survived into Victorian times,
and the wood-panelled study and bedroom upstairs. dying the year after the young queen came to the
‘You call this a cell? Your mom and I never had it so throne, the same in which Dickens published Nicholas
good.’ One monk leaves to join the Trappist order, giv- Nickleby and Surtees his Jorrocks’s Jaunts and Jollities.
ing up the lonely grandeur of his cell because he needed Talleyrand lied all the time, especially about himself.
the comradeship of a community life. Another monk And people lied about him. As he himself remarked:
has travelled in the opposite direction, leaving a ‘People always say too much ill or too much good of
Benedictine monastery for a Charterhouse and immedi- me. I enjoy the honours of exaggeration.’ His latest
ately finding himself at home: the food is better, he no biographer, Robin Harris, has to steer his way between
longer has to milk cows and pull turnips, and he finds many pitfalls, and on the whole does so with commend-
the solace and space simply to be with God that he had able judgement. His book is lively, convincing, clearly
hungered for all his life. While the former novices are written and not too long. The determining factor in
generous with their reflections, the solemnly professed Talleyrand’s life was his debility in one, perhaps both, of
Carthusians themselves don’t give much away, though if his legs. He attributed this to the carelessness of a nurse
they did they would probably insist that they weren’t but it was more likely congenital – a club foot, Harris
doing anything special. They are only doing the most thinks. At all events it ruled out a military career. Hence
ordinary and natural thing in the world – seeking and his father effectively disinherited him and forced him
being sought by God – in their own idiosyncratic and into the Church, where he became Bishop of Autun, a
uncluttered way. few months before the Revolution began with the sum-
It is sometimes deeply sad. Alone in his freezing cell moning of the Estates General.
on Christmas Day, a novice climbs up onto his win- To Talleyrand, a life-long liberal though also a moderate
dowsill so that he can look over the wall of the traditionalist in important respects, the opening phases of
monastery. He hears the children of the neighbouring the Revolution came as a relief. He resigned his bish-
farmer playing with their new toys on the other side. ‘If opric, laicised himself and took an active part in politics.
you are unhappy, why do you stay?’ one of the novices is During the Terror he escaped to London and thence trav-
asked. ‘I’ve come here to be alone with God,’ is the elled to Amer ica. He became familiar with the
reply, ‘and I’ll pay the price.’ There are moments, too, Anglophone world, and after his return to France, via
where you sense a monk is savouring a feeling of com- Germany, he was made Foreign Minister under the
pleteness granted to few of us. There is a lovely scene of Directory (1797). He was instrumental in creating the
a monk in his private oratory after Vespers, with the sun Consulate and laying the foundations of Bonaparte’s
going down, sitting in his fold-down chair, feeling ‘like personal rule, and served him as Foreign Minister till
a farmer with the day’s chores completed, enjoying the 1807. Thereafter their relations were ambivalent or
rhythm of the seasons and the quiet of the early stormy, the Emperor denouncing him before the Court as
evening’. As one former monk reported to Maguire, ‘I ‘Merde en bas de soie’ (shit in silk stockings). After
didn’t see the promised land, but I did see the glow of Bonaparte’s first fall in 1814 Talleyrand became head of a
the promised land.’ provisional government, played the leading role in restor-
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A NNE S OMERSET they went along with this wholesale despoliation, but
Cromwell did not neglect his own interests, and much
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with Scotland, the execution for treason true faith, talking with his tutors,
of his own brother, and a range of reli- observed by the foreign ambassadors,
gious and economic policies which left painfully learning the brutal but sophis-
the realm in upheaval. When factional ticated skills of Tudor politicking.
politics brought about his fall from Who or what Edward VI was, or
power, the Duke of Northumberland represented, was debated furiously at the
controlled the government in his place, time, and has not been settled since. He
with a steadier authority but policies no was the great hope of all Protestant
less contentious. It was in these years reformers, but since these men could
that England’s ancient Catholic religion not agree among themselves about the
was thoroughly dismantled and replaced Protestant Church they hoped to build,
by a new, eager, awkward, often tem- it is hard to disentangle the King’s own
pestuous Protestantism. In these reli- convictions from amongst the propaganda
gious changes, as well as in anything and flattery of his own and subsequent
pertaining to his own royal dignity, the ages. He was appealed to as King, and as
young king was deeply involved. His the epitome of justice, by both those
realisation of his own impending death who rose in rebellion in 1549 and those
led to an extraordinary attempt to divert Edward and friend who brutally suppressed those rebel-
the succession away from his Catholic lions. His father, to whom he was the
elder sister Mary and to safeguard Protestantism through focus of every hope for the future, could write ‘there is
the coronation of Lady Jane Grey, who briefly became nothing in the world so noble, just and perfect’; it appears
Queen Jane until Mary swept to power. that he tried to return the compliment by emulating his
The problem with a biography such as this is how to father as best he could. It is hard to find the human face
separate a history of one individual from the history of his within all this, and mostly hints and fragments are all we
reign. In the case of Edward, there is very little historical have. Yet his life makes a wonderful story, and this retelling
evidence of a purely biographical nature. Skidmore’s work is accomplished thoughtfully and with zest.
is the usual mix, then, of political and religious narrative, To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 30
with just the occasional insight into Edward’s personal life.
As a history of the reign, it might have been expected to
engage with historical debate, or examine more closely
The British Academy
the veracity of some of its sources, but since this is a book Eleventh Annual
for the general reader, Skidmore largely sidesteps these Br itish Academy
issues to continue with the story. There are occasional Lecture
errors: Edward was born on the eve of St Edward’s Day,
not the feast day itself; Anne Boleyn was accused of adul- The Devil in Holy Water : Political Libel in
tery with more men than just Mark Smeaton; it was not Eighteenth-Centur y France
William Forrest but John Forrest who died at the stake in By Professor Robert Darton, FBA Princeton University
1538. There are some hackneyed moments, too, but The underground literature of pre-revolutionary France contained
mostly this book is written with enthusiasm and insight. a heavy dose of 'libelles' or slanderous attacks on the most eminent
It is the details that make this kind of book: Edward’s figures in the kingdom. Many libelers operated from a colony of
French expatriates in London, which the Parisian police attempted
christening, which was such a splendid and pompous affair to suppress in a series of secret missions. By following the trail of
that the baby did not make it into the chapel until mid- the police through the French archives, it is possible to see how
night; the baby prince howling when confronted with the the state dealt with an ideological threat. And by tracing the inter-
German ambassadors; the Renaissance trappings of the textual connections among the libels, one can study a variety of
young prince’s study – these bring the child to life. With literature that led from court politics under Louis XV to the
polemics of the Revolution at its most revolutionary.
the young king’s accession, the stage admits a wider range
of characters, but the human touches again add the best 5.30pm, Thursday 22 February 2007
relish: the imperial ambassador, disgruntled at being inter-
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S ARA W HEELER And much later it emerged that there had in fact been
romance all round. Flaherty had an affair with Maggie
THE TRIALS OF NANOOK Nujarluktuk (the woman who played Nyla), and when he
left the Arctic – never to return – she was pregnant with
their son. The half-breed Josephie never met his father.
T HE L ONG E XILE : A T RUE S TORY OF The second half of The Long Exile deals with an event
D ECEPTION AND S URVIVAL AMONGST THE thirty years after the making of Nanook, when the
I NUIT OF THE C ANADIAN A RCTIC Canadian Government decided to resettle some
★ Inukjuamiut in an ‘experiment’ that was part of ‘the
By Melanie McGrath Canadianisation of the Arctic’. Josephie Flaherty’s family
(Fourth Estate 302pp £16.99) were packed off to the vast and uninhabited Ellesmere
Island 1,500 miles away – as McGrath convincingly argues,
THIS IS THE story of a documentary film – perhaps the best they were more or less coerced into going, even though it
documentary ever made – and the treacherous truth that was anathema to any Inuit to leave the all-important nunat-
lurked behind the celluloid. It is a gripping tale, a kind of uarigapku, or homeland, imbued as it was with the spirits of
minor epic infused with the plangent loneliness of the their ancestors. (The families travelled on a ship that usually
polar regions, and Melanie McGrath tells it with panache. carried Inuit consumptives down to southern sanatoria.
The film was Nanook of the North, the director a dogged She was known to government officials as The Shakespeare
Irish-American called Robert Flaherty who pitched up, in Ship – TB or not TB.) Of course, the flora and fauna were
1920, among a group of Inuit on the Ungava Peninsula, in totally different up there in the High Arctic, so the
Inukjuak on the east coast of Hudson Bay. He had been newcomers more or less starved at first. It was a botched,
trying to make a film in the Arctic for years. This time he cockeyed and criminally irresponsible scheme, one of
used Akeley cameras fitted with gyroscopic tripod heads many in the desperate annals of modern Inuit history.
and lubricated with graphite rather than oil (which froze). The author fills in the historical background with
For a year, living in the abandoned cabin of a fur-trader, detailed accounts of a range of topics – the role of traders
Flaherty filmed the daily life of his neighbours. Difficulties and missionaries in the far north, for example, Inuit child-
queued up – insufficient daylight, dry snow in the lenses, rearing, and the fluctuating prices of fox fur. But she is
film which shattered in the cold (that was only the start of most interested in the emotional topography of the Inuit
it), but Flaherty sailed home to New York with 75,000 world. In her best pages McGrath inches towards an exe-
feet of film. The edited version was and remains a triumph. gesis of the symbolism and power of the polar landscape
Who can forget the image of the hunter Nanook steadying and the complex traditions and beliefs of its indigenous
his kayak while, from the impossibly tiny hole at the stern, peoples, reworking themes most notably covered by Barry
one wife emerges, then another wife, then a series of chil- Lopez (in Arctic Dreams) and Hugh Brody (in The Other
dren of ever decreasing size, and, finally, the dog? Side of Eden). She is a fine descriptive writer too, conjuring
Nanook’s story captured the imagination of the world. the shadows cast by the shallow sun, the whiff of a blubber
‘To this audience,’ writes McGrath, ‘still reeling from the stove and the rasp of the sledge runners over new ice.
trenches and the mustard gas of the First World War, Only an unfortunate insistence on supposition brakes the
Nanook and Nyla [one of his wives] were innocent wan- narrative drive (‘Then ... she would have pressed her new
derers in an as-yet unblemished world.’ A still of the baby’s nose to her own and given her an Eskimo kiss’).
plucky little hunter was used to sell ice cream; the 38- The book concludes with a concise account of the 1993
year-old Flaherty became a household name; in Malay, Royal Commission in Ottawa, when the truth was finally
nanuk entered the language as told (Flaherty’s granddaughter
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MICE THAT ROARED were carefully sawn. You shook your head and wondered
at the savagery. When Germany forced the dithering
Europeans to recognise Slovenia and Croatia, that at least
R EALM OF THE B LACK M OUNTAIN : A stopped, though it was to carry on in far worse form in
H ISTORY OF M ONTENEGRO Bosnia. Somehow, Roberts’s version – that Germany
★ ‘caused’ the crisis – has become the popular historical
By Elizabeth Roberts account. After a while, the Europeans (with American
(Hurst & Co 521pp £25) prodding) came round to the view that the separatist
nationalists were to be supported, and we had Kosovo.
THE FALL OF European Communism began and ended Interestingly, Roberts shows that the Europeans were not
with a roaring of mice. Estonia declared ‘sovereignty’ in really very enthusiastic about an independent Montenegro.
September 1988 and started a process that brought down Javier Solana ran the show, sometimes autocratically, and –
the USSR. Slovenia in 1991 did much the same as far as though Roberts does not suggest this – maybe as a good
Yugoslavia was concerned, and the whole business came Spaniard he just found the prospect of endless meaningless
to an end last year when Montenegro declared indepen- Galicias and Valencias depressing and pointless. By 2006,
dence. Montenegro had been a part (and, as this book the local Communist-turned-nationalist, Djukanovitch,
shows, a part more generally enthusiastic than others) of stage-managed a referendum in which 55 per cent of the
Communist Yugoslavia, and her defection had a signifi- electorate, in an 85 per cent turnout (of about a quarter of
cance out of all proportion to her size and weight. a million), voted for independence. And so another inde-
What was it about nationalism, even micro-national- pendent flag wobbles up a flagstaff, and a new national
ism, that spelt the end of Communism? Almost every anthem (in this case an old folk song about the buds in
commentator on Communism, including this writer, May) gets intoned; embassies trot back and forth, and there
swallowed its propaganda and thought that the nationality are essays on ‘the Montenegrin identity’. The best part of
problem (which from Ireland to Flanders to the Basque Roberts’s book concerns this later period, and as she has
Country is, in Western Europe, a persistent bore) had observed it at first hand it contains important new material.
been solved, at least in the sense that children in primary One of the great fuellers of nationalism, especially under
schools could use their mother tongue and unreadable Communism, was the sense of a forbidden history. The
provincial writers could publish freely. We were all textbooks and the academies would be presenting one ver-
wrong. The fact is that under the surface Communism sion of the story, peasant revolts generally being given
consisted of clashing mafias, and, as Noel Malcolm prominence. In homes, there would be another ‘narrative’
remarks, even getting a modest job as a hospital manager altogether. In the case of Montenegro, there is an heroic
in Sarajevo would depend on belonging to one. myth: the little mountain country defying the Turk century
The paradox is that the nationalism produced under in, century out. What is its relationship with Serbdom,
Communism was much more hate-filled than anything given that language and religion are the same? Roberts
produced in Western Europe, where nationalism – those devotes much of this large book to a historical exploration
idiotic signs on motorways in Welsh – is just tiresome. of the question. She has dutifully followed the obvious
The Party monopolised power, and nationalists were a authorities, but you are better off with the originals (espe-
mafia within it and fought each other under the surface. cially that wonderful old pan-Slav romantic Dmitry
When Communism was declining, they took over. It was Obolensky on Byzantium and the Slavs, or John Fine on
a considerable error of foreign ministries everywhere not the mediaeval Balkans; Noel Malcolm’s Bosnia and Kosovo
to appreciate this, and in her new book on Montenegro remain classics). This book should be started from the
Elizabeth Roberts, who knows the diplomatic problems point where it reaches the middle of the nineteenth century,
concerning Yugoslavia from the inside, perpetuates one of when Montenegro, in the context of the Turkish decline
these errors. The Germans moved to recognise Slovenia and fall, came to take a place in European affairs dispro-
and Croatia as independent states late in 1991, she com- portionate to her size and GDP (which then, as now,
plains, and that contributed to the Yugoslav problem. It mainly came from smuggling tobacco). An old rascal set
did not: it stopped Serb attacks on Croatia. himself up as King in 1910, married his daughters in high
At the time – as Roberts recognises – Dubrovnik was places – including Italy and Russia – and tried to use these
being brutally vandalised. There was a sign in the old city Great Power connections to keep his country separate
(it is a city recognised as world-class by the relevant bodies) from Serbia. But in the end it was too small, too poor, too
to the effect that this and that piece of damage had been disunited (tribes fought, as they did in Albania, no doubt
caused by ‘Montenegrin thugs’, and in the countryside mainly over smuggling rights) and at the end of the
or the hotels round about there was a grotesque level of First World War it was brought into Serbia and Yugoslavia.
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The strange thing was that Montenegro could assemble Fascist (Ustasa) than any other part of that country, and
such a parade of admirers in the West. Ranke, for each embarrassed the people of its own heartland with
instance, went on and on in a youthful exercise about the violence. In Montenegro, the Communist Partisans came
guzla, a one-stringed instrument with the aid of which to dominate, and throughout Communist Yugoslav history,
epics were sung, as flaxen-pigtailed maidens stirred por- Montenegrins were well to the fore in managing things,
ridge for grizzled old warriors in Kaspar-David Friedrich although their own republic remained backward.
landscapes. Tennyson wrote some embarrassing verse on Montenegrin mafias were at least as cunning as the others.
‘Bloody Black Mountain! Arise! The time is ripe! For It was such a network that produced the current leader,
dreadful tripe!’ lines. Mount Gladstone rumbled (he Djukanovitch: he seems to have slid from ardent late-
always exaggerated when it came to Ottoman matters) Communist populism to present-day independent nation-
and British Liberals were downright starry-eyed when it alism without too much difficulty, and has cleverly
came to small Balkan peoples fighting to be free – Lloyd managed the various Serbian or European or local obsta-
George later on prompted the Greeks into calamity when cles very well. Roberts defends him from ‘rumours’ of
he got them to invade the Turkish heartland. But at least corruption (he is said to be very rich), but she should ask
Gladstone knew the problem at first hand because he had the opinion of the Italian police. Montenegro always was a
been Governor of Corfu and could see the contrast robber-barony: such an identity is not necessarily all wrong
between go-ahead Ionian Greeks and the rotting (any more than it was in the Highlands of Scotland), and
Ottoman circumstances on the nearby Albanian coast. the place has produced more than its share of local heroes.
Roberts rather skips over the interwar period and its Milovan Djilas is indeed a European classic (another
tensions, and supplies an almost blow-by-blow account of remarkable one was John Plamenac, who taught political
the subsequent Partisan war. Montenegro and partly-Croat philosophy at Oxford and is well remembered). This book
Herzegovina had in common that they were mountainous is useful and valuable for the latest period of Montenegro’s
and had traditions of smuggling and banditry. The one history, when Communism was shading into nationalism.
went largely Communist, the other more markedly Croat- To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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house – but, paradoxically, it is Miranda Seymour who low opinion of her father, so constantly expressed,
lists the minutiae for the reader. serves, conversely, to induce sympathy for the object of
George’s boyhood isolation finally lifted when he forged her loathing. ‘I want to like him,’ Seymour says, but by
a deep and loving friendship with his cousin Oliver the next sentence she’s writing about George ‘gloating’
Fitzroy, only to be completely heartbroken when Oliver about being given better seating at a wedding than
was killed at the outbreak of the Second World War. To g rander cousins. She speculates that her mother
his lasting unease, George was bogusly invalided out of the Rosemary – whose often wretched discussions about the
forces, although losing Oliver Fitzroy probably affected memoir are wound into the narrative – was haplessly
him more, and it was decades before George could form mar r ied for her money, although it is clear that
another such wholehearted attachment (his marriage to Rosemary is quite as entranced by Thrumpton as her
Rosemary Howard de Walden had an effervescent start, husband, and indeed, Seymour herself.
but any initial thrill soon fizzled out). Although the writ- Having found some sort of release from the strictures
ing is never anything other than compelling, Seymour says of his house by embracing the open road, George is
so often that, notwithstanding his charm and style, George struck by tragedy once more. His adult life is book-
was too self-absorbed to be an interesting man, that one ended by another untimely death: that of the adored
begins to wonder why one should be reading about him. Mike. Depressed, separated from his wife and plagued by
Thankfully, eccentricities develop after a midlife crisis. money troubles, Mike commits suicide using one of
George employs an enigmatic Ethiopian who wanders George’s guns. Seymour dutifully attends the funeral,
the grounds naked. Soon after, he becomes entranced by but remains dry-eyed and contemptuous of her father’s
motorbiking. A deep, satisfying friendship is forged with grief. It is a pain from which George never recovers and
a large, uneducated man called Mike with whom it causes a terminal estrangement from his wife. Within
George goes on many touring holidays. Seymour points months he is dead. Seymour’s response is to rush into
towards her father’s homosexual leanings. Thrumpton’s garden, tear blossomed branches off a tree
Although In My Father’s House is extremely well crafted and shriek ‘Free! Free!’
and holds the reader’s attention throughout, the author’s To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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philistine thuggery, bullying, and pilfering, not offset by from century to century’, a quotation which I hope to set
any pleasurable intimacies with other boys, for ‘There as a question in a Cambridge examination.
was little real sexual activity at school.’ One of the charms of the book is that the author always
The loss of the civilised literary culture of Fort takes us disarmingly into his confidence, admitting, for
Augustus, which had not been dominated by compulsory example, that ‘Secretly I am quite proud of my distinctive
games, combined with the wilful destruction of the liturgy appearance and features and am glad to be a rara avis’,
of the Roman Mass at the Second Vatican Council to though the word ‘secretly’ now seems somewhat otiose.
make him feel that ‘I was witnessing the collapse of not He relishes the fact that ‘it would be difficult to be more
just an institution but a wider culture. My generation was of a minority figure than a ginger, circumcised, intelligent,
the last ... to be able to marshal a shield of quartered arms, lower-upper-class Brit’, explaining that ‘I don’t drive, I
compose a Latin epitaph, read old books for pleasure, hate all games, I don’t type, I don’t take photographs. I can
value formal manners, or tell the difference between Dec. hardly dial a telephone.’ Other information of varying
and Perp.’ degrees of interest which we learn about him en passant
Staying at an historic Austrian monastery such as is that he does not eat chocolate, sunbathe, wear either
Altenburg, its main façade a quarter of a mile long, he glasses or belts, preferring braces to the latter on class
recalls how ‘splendidly different’ it all was from the grounds, and does not watch television, though he
‘all-pervasive Post-Vatican II American-social-suburban confesses that ‘from the age of four to seven I was an
“religion” with its close-carpeted churches, Happy Eater incorrigible television addict’.
hymn-sandwich liturgy, drip-dry vestments and compla- This short, funny, beautifully observed book would
cent, sentimental hand-shaking congregations.’ Oxford have fitted like a prawn in aspic into the list of John
also confirmed his attachment to historic architecture and Murray as it was until recently, but the survival of
its preservation, for he realised there that ‘it is a fallacy to Michael Russell as an independent publisher has enabled
claim that keeping old buildings is retrograde and ties him to publish it with a characteristically elegant type-
society to an anachronistic or outdated environment’. face and layout, as well as an excellent jacket designed by
This is because, as he explains paradoxically, ‘old buildings Humphrey Stone.
have a chameleon character and change their appearance To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 30
P R I Z E C R O S S W O R D ACROSS
4 Wife gets odds on receiving flower? (6)
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Welsh poet sat back around home mostly (6)
8 Cattle breed from this place by river crossing (8)
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9 Kingsley almost getting 2 down? (4)
8 10 Transgression we rejected by showing fibre (5)
12 Statute needed with new area of grass (4)
9
18 Horse shown by the French to be suitable for farming (6)
10 11 12 13 14
19 Ordinary piece of land for recreation (6)
15 16 17 20 Head of chapter showing martial art expertise around east (4)
23 Equipment for diving off South Island (5)
18 19
27 Bloomer cut short on platform (4)
28 First man with venerable scholar in novel (4,4)
20 21 22 23 24 25 26
29 Insignificant type in George and Weedon’s diary? (6)
30 Saggitarius author (6)
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1 Culinary herb for bird, we hear (5)
29 2 A girl is not quite right (5)
3 Colourless article about Haggard novel (5)
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4 Scatter rice firstly in slow-cooked dish (5)
5 Items of food from Cornish river (5)
Pan Macmillan have generously decided to sponsor the prizes for this 6 Small creature tamed by Petruchio (5)
month’s crossword. Five winners will be selected from the correct puzzles 11 Man, say, is somewhat misled (4)
received by noon on February 15th 2007. Each will receive a copy of the 13 A jolly year with soldiers (4)
20th Anniversary Edition of the indispensible Writer’s Handbook 2007, 14 Indian bread given to a Newfoundland dog? (4)
edited by Barry Turner. 15 Group prohibited according to the radio (4)
16 Girl attending a social occasion (4)
The winners of our December competition are Mrs D Pope of Harrow, Cecilia Metcalfe of Bradford, John
Sparrow of Buckingham, JB Vent of Coventry, John Grandy of Oxford. 17 Mistake whichever way you look at it (4)
Each will receive a copy of the The Writer’s Handbook, published by Macmillan. 21 Duck and fish eaten by the Queen (5)
22 Young dragonfly getting to New York with speed (5)
Answers to the December crossword:
23 Direct bovine animal (5)
ACROSS: 1 Hecuba, 4 Enamel, 9 Brigadoon, 10 Plead, 11 Yoga, 12 Renal, 14 Swoon, 15 Futon, 17 Poker,
19, Blip, 21 Lupin, 23 American, 24 Yellow, 25 Stream. 24 Overturn when getting out of bed with intent (5)
DOWN: 1 Hopper, 2 Cape, 3 Bob Dylan, 5 Neat, 6 Moorcock, 7 London, 8 Dingo, 13 Nutshell, 14 25 Brick making slight alteration to abode (5)
Supplant, 15 Friary, 16 Float, 18 Ransom, 20 Dido, 22 Pike. 26 Follower of Indian religion seen in south Indus (5)
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regal look when booming ‘I didn’t know artists lived in nadir of his posthumous neglect, pictures today worth
such big houses’ on a royal visit to the studio. hundreds of thousands fetching £100 or so.
Frith was a witness for the defence in the Whistler v Christopher Wood’s enthusiasm is compelling but his
Ruskin libel case, his forthright conservatism impressing book could have done with more stringent editing. The
Whistler more than the milder reservations of Burne- splendid exhibition catalogue (edited by Mark Bills and
Jones. Frith was opposed to Whistler’s aestheticism as Vivien Knight, Yale University Press, £20) is the better
much as to French Impressionism and died a long-outdated buy, although the two are complementary.
if not quite a forgotten figure. A sale in 1946 marked the To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 30
KNOWING THE SCORE structure, editing pace and the camera an image system,
it was above all music that created a movie’s mood, and
he therefore devoted more time and attention to the
H ITCHCOCK ’ S M USIC music in his films than any comparable director.
★ Drawing on the great, pioneering work of Christopher
By Jack Sullivan Palmer in 1990, The Composer in Hollywood (Marion
(Yale University Press 354pp £25) Boyars Publishers), Jack Sullivan definitely advances the
art of film music analysis by this careful, comprehensive,
FILM MUSIC IS a neglected topic, but an increasingly insightful and in many ways original study of the music
important one in a world where there is a bifurcation in Hitchcock’s films. He shows the many subtle ways in
between the increasingly banal universe of rock music which Hitchcock was as much musical conductor as
and the creative cul-de-sac that is contemporary classical visual director and demonstrates how he used music to
music. To declare an interest, I would rather listen to a counterpoint and in many ways ‘contradict’ his images,
concert of Sergio Leone than the desiccated tunelessness which allowed him to forge a ‘dialectic’ between
of Harrison Birtwistle. Composers for the movies humour and suspense, the conscious and the uncon-
tend to fall into three distinct scious, the natural and the super-
categor ies. In the first are the natural, reason and emotion.
incontestably great composers who Most of all, he evinces the origi-
have from time to time written nality with which Hitchcock
fine film scores: Prokofiev, moved in his music between the
Shostakovich, Copland, Vaughan worlds of ‘low’ and ‘high’ musical
Williams, Walton, Bliss, and so on. culture, most famously in the
In the second are the specialist remake of The Man Who Knew
movie composers, skilled profes- Too Much, where the finale is, in
sionals who cry all the way to the this inter pretation, a duel
bank about their lack of critical between Bernard Herrmann and
recognition in the concert halls: the LSO performing ‘The Storm
Dmitri Tiomkin, Franz Waxman, Clouds Cantata’ and Doris Day
Alfred Newman, Max Steiner, sing ing ‘Qué Será, Será’.
Maur ice Jar re, John Williams. Hitchcock, under perennial pres-
Finally, there are those who divide sure from the money men in
their time between the movies and Hollywood, also hoped that his
‘ser ious’ repertoire: Ber nard composers would come up with a
Herrmann, composer of an opera ‘hit’ song, on whose back he
on Wuthering Heights and a cantata could market the movie. With
on Moby-Dick; Miklós Rózsa, in Hitchcock and Herrmann: ended in tears ‘Qué Será, Será’ he got it, though
third place in the pantheon of the film itself, ironically, depends
Hungarian composers, after Bartok and Kodaly; and heavily for plot and mood on classical music. There is
Erich Korngold, prolific writer of operas and symphonic the further irony that Doris Day hated the song, rightly
music and once hailed as the greatest musical prodigy viewing it as silly and embarrassing; however, it turned
since Mozart. out to be her biggest hit.
Since Alfred Hitchcock was the greatest filmmaker of The marriage of high and low art reached its apogee in
all time, it is not surprising that he either worked or the television series Alfred Hitchcock Presents, aired in the
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1950s. This was the show where Hitchcock, by his director–composer collaboration in the history of the cin-
personal appearances, turned himself into a household ema. Probably Herrmann’s greatest ever movie score was
name and pioneered the idea of the director as star; but the incomparable music for the great masterpiece Vertigo,
the series convinced many superficial ‘intellectuals’ that he though it was the percussive modernism of Psycho that
was a mere showman, so that they did not look closely at caught on with the mass audience. As Sullivan remarks:
his cinematic genius in the feature films, and thus it was ‘Here is a poignant irony. Herrmann, who longed for
not until his death that his true stature began to be appre- acceptance as a concert composer rather than as a movie
ciated. Hitchcock liked to introduce himself on this show man, has finally been accepted into the concert establish-
with a silhouette and took as his signature tune the rather ment for Psycho, a movie that was denounced upon its
silly music from Gounod’s ‘Funeral March of a release as lurid trash.’ Alas, the great Hitchcock–Herrmann
Marionette’. This apparently ‘lowbrow’ attitude to music collaboration ended in tears when Hitch abruptly fired the
masked the fact that Hitchcock had an encyclopedic composer on Torn Curtain. Sullivan suggests that the truth
knowledge of classical music (including that of Boulez about the falling-out may never be known but proposes a
and Stockhausen) and had a superb instinct for how and threefold resolution: Herrmann never produced the ‘hit’
when to match sound and image. Sullivan’s many fine that Hitchcock pursued as an elusive holy grail; Hitchcock
analyses include, for example, a demonstration of how was angry and jealous about the insistent whispers that it
music almost takes over in Rear Window – surely the most was Herrmann’s music that had really ‘made’ his late
eclectic film score ever – and he is brilliant at investigating Hollywood movies; and, as a notorious control freak,
musical subtexts. For example, in Rebecca, he shows Hitch was incandescent that Herrmann would not do as
how the haunting music for the Manderley to which the he was told when given a commission for programme
heroine can never return is in some ways a metaphor for music but instead insisted on following his own creative
the lost world of pre-Hitler Europe from which refugee urges. Jack Sullivan’s incisive and convincing psychological
composer Franz Waxman was forever exiled. portraits of both director and composer help to make his
Sullivan is meticulous in pinning down the strengths book, with the exception of the few blemishes mentioned,
and weaknesses of each composer with whom Hitchcock a great triumph, one to rank alongside Christopher
collaborated as a writer for his movies. The author is Palmer’s seminal volume.
excellent at relating the musical themes and treatments to To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 30
recurring motifs in the Hitchcock oeuvre: the ‘wrong
man’ topos, the transfer of guilt, sexual obsession, the war
between conscious and unconscious and between order
and chaos. The notion of haunting provides a fruitful
central hypothesis: people neurotically haunted by their
pasts, by elusive tunes (The 39 Steps, The Lady Vanishes,
Shadow of a Doubt), or by ‘ghosts’ (Rebecca, who never
appears in the eponymous film, Carlotta in Vertigo, Mrs
Bates in Psycho, etc). The author knocks on the head the
fatuous but still pervasive notion that film music should
be unnoticed and unnoticeable to be truly effective.
Although he is usually excellent, Sullivan sometimes goes
astray in his critical judgement. I found his argument that
Shakespeare’s problem comedies are the true matrix for
Hitchcock movies one of those bright ideas that are not
ultimately convincing. And a signal weakness in his book
is the perfunctory two pages devoted to the music for
Marnie, one of Bernard Herrmann’s finest scores. Sullivan
makes it clear that he does not rate Marnie highly, though
in the opinion of many (myself included) it is a master-
piece. This alerts us to Sullivan’s main failing. When he
has enthusiasms, the analysis thus generated is invariably
good; when he does not feel enthusiastic, his apathy bids
fair to torpedo the viability of his entire project.
However, Sullivan gives us full measure on what must be
the centrepiece of any discussion of Hitchcock movies: the
director’s collaboration with Bernard Herrmann, which
the author rightly hails as the most famous and fertile
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P ATRICK O’C ONNOR The whole of Robbins’s career was decided in the crucial
year from late 1943 to the end of 1944. He had avoided the
FAIRY FOOTSTEPS draft into the US Army, on the advice of Agnes DeMille,
who told him to answer yes to the key question about
homosexual experiences. When had been the most recent
S OMEWHERE : A L IFE OF J EROME ROBBINS one? ‘Last night’, Robbins told the interviewing officers.
★ He was pronounced unfit for service. In late 1943, he
By Amanda Vaill joined the American Communist Party; a few weeks later
(Weidenfeld & Nicolson 352pp £25) he had his first meeting with Leonard Bernstein, and by
the end of the following year they had created Fancy Free
THE LIFE OF a choreographer, perhaps more than any and On the Town, the works that established them both as
other artist working in music or theatre, is hard to describe major forces in the American musical world. It is to
for those outside the world of ballet. All the tiny details Robbins’s credit that despite this great commercial success
that go towards making even the slightest dance have little he nevertheless offered to join Balanchine in the New York
meaning when described cold, away from the studio or City Ballet, under any conditions; and his contribution
the rehearsal stage. Jerome Robbins, following the exam- was the most important one of any choreographer after
ples already set by the great pioneers of modern American Mr B, through the company’s greatest days.
dance (Isadora Duncan, Agnes DeMille, Martha Graham), Side by side with his ballet work, he went on to
succeeded in making a greater fusion between popular contribute to many other musicals: Gypsy, Funny Girl,
dance steps and classical ballet than anyone else in his time. High Button Shoes and others, with West Side Story the
Inevitably, Amanda Vaill has chosen a reference to his best- pinnacle. Although he and Bernstein worked together
known work, the dances in Bernstein’s West Side Story, again, they were never able to rekindle the sheer force
and in giving her biography the title Somewhere she is also and enthusiasm of their greatest collaboration.
referring to what becomes the theme of this very long, Robbins became the victim of the psychoanalyst’s
lovingly researched book. Robbins seems never to have couch, rushing to discuss the details of every attachment
felt completely at home anywhere. His search for a com- and affair. One wonders what chance any of the young
panion was always frustrated by his failure to come to men, or often rather innocent-sounding girls, had
terms with his homosexuality. Even in the liberated 1970s against the various shrinks.
he was hiding behind the skirts of various glamorous Robbins appeared as a ‘friendly witness’ before the infa-
female partners, whilst pursuing increasingly anguished mous HUAC committee: he ‘named names’, and many
crushes on younger and younger men. In his professional people never forgave him, nor was he ever allowed to for-
career, the lure of Broadway and Hollywood took him get this betrayal. It added to his general neurosis, and
away from the strict world of the ballet, and in particular although he seems to have freed himself from some of this
his lifelong love–hate relationship with his mentor, rival in later life, this is not a portrait of a happy or fulfilled man.
and inspiration, George Balanchine. Amanda Vaill has had access to Robbins’s unpublished
Even quite late in his life, Balanchine would lurk in journals and letters and the memoirs of many of the peo-
the wings and whisper to dancers as they came offstage ple with whom he worked. The best parts of the book are
in one of Robbins’s works, ‘How do you like dancing in the accounts of the Rabinowitz family in the depression
the Fairy’s ballets?’ years in New York (his parents changed their own name
It would take Woody Allen at his most acerbic to do to Robbins after the success of Fancy Free), and of those
justice to Robbins’s life. Growing up in the suburban waves of showbiz enthusiasm when everything goes well.
world of Eastern European Jewish immigrants in New Supreme Court Justice Felix Frankfurter collared
York, he was drawn to dance through what seems to Bernstein in the lobby of the theatre at the first night of
have been a mixture of fear and genius. At first he West Side Story and told him, ‘The history of America is
gained acceptance as a characterful dancer, but soon now changed’. A slight exaggeration, perhaps, but at least
showed talent for choreography. Even at this very early it left Robbins eventually with two Oscars and a lot of
stage, he was prevented from joining the embryonic money, which he put to good use, starting a foundation to
American Ballet Theatre, because of a contract with an help young artists. He lived a long life, working almost to
unsuccessful musical comedy. the end, and making at least one ballet, Dances at a
Once in the company, he failed to establish a rapport Gathering, that is surely the equal of the best by any chore-
with the great Bronislava Nijinksa, sister of the Nijinksy, ographer. After his death a street was named after him in
who just dismissed his early efforts in class with a shrug. New York. He would have been pleased, he might have
Long afterwards, Robbins took his revenge by choreo- shared his enjoyment with friends and lovers, but then he
graphing his own version of her masterpiece, the would have rushed to the shrink to discuss it.
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F RANCES W ILSON a specific stage of human life in the first place. She is
interested simply in the relationship between images; her
CRADLE TO CANVAS aim being not to ‘deduce attitudes to childhood from pic-
torial images, but to examine the images of childhood for
what it tells us about the uses of images’. She will look at
I MAGINING C HILDHOOD ‘the effects of images – sometimes of the same image as it
★ migrates from one age or milieu to another’.
By Erika Langmuir In Imagining Childhood, Langmuir takes a look at the
(Yale University Press 263pp £30) migrating images of dead babies, babies in swaddling
clothes, foundlings, babies taking their first steps, children
ART HISTORIANS TELL us what we are looking at. It’s a laughing and children crying; but it is in her final chapter
tough job but someone has to do it, not many among us on ‘Bubbles’ that we can see best the effect her approach.
having much idea how to read the images we crowd into The chapter begins with a reproduction of the saccharine
galleries to see. Hence Simon Schama is welcomed into Bubbles by Millais (1886), in which a big-eyed boy with a
our living rooms on a Friday night to explain patiently that blond mop of hair blows bubbles with a clay pipe. The
the man on the canvas with his eyes rolling and his body picture was taken up by Pears to advertise their soap, and
writhing is in fact in pain, while the woman depicted we now recognise it as ‘the acme of Victorian kitsch’, but
plunging a dagger into the naked body lying on the bed is Langmuir explains that Millais was drawing upon a picto-
feeling angry. As though he were taking a rial tradition involving children and
child through the pages of a picture bubbles going back to the Renaissance.
book, Schama confirms that the myster- The early allegorical imagery of bub-
ies of the world lie in the visible and not ble-blowing had less to do with captur-
the invisible. We spend so long believing ing childhood in all its heedless charm
that we need to look beneath the surface than with embellishing the Latin con-
of a picture for its ‘meaning’ that we miss cept of homo bulla or ‘man the bubble’,
seeing the picture altogether. which was concer ned with the
In Imagining Childhood, Er ika ephemerality and futility of human life.
Langmuir takes us through a plethora The first boy-and-bubble picture is
of Western paintings and artefacts, both by Cornelis Ketel in 1574: a chubby
in and out of galleries, and explains that and cherubic boy is pictured blowing
they are to do with how we have seen bubbles, while a Greek inscription
children and childhood since antiquity: over his head reads ‘Man’s life is like a
If we look beyond the art of art bubble’. This was followed by an
galleries to consider amulets, cult, influential engraving by Hendrick
votive and funerary objects, devo- Goltzius of a child leaning on a skull
tional and didactic prints, book with one hand and blowing bubbles
illustration and decoration … we ‘Bulles de Savon’, Edouard Manet, 1867/8 through a pipe with the other.
find that images of and alluding to Salvator Rosa, Jan Steen, Edouard
childhood have been commissioned, purchased, Manet and Jean-Siméon Chardin also have their boy-
viewed and otherwise utilised by a wider segment of and-bubble pictures, the power of each resting on
the population than any others. whether the bubble, and therefore the boy, represents to
Rather than examining each image in depth, she places the contemporary viewer joy, fun, abandon, reputation,
them in a broad historical context so that we find our- transience, or death. Throughout, Langmuir describes
selves being asked to look rather differently. Our gaze is what we are seeing in that art-historical way: ‘we watch
directed to the spaces between the object and picture with bated breath the bubble straining at the end of its
rather than to the objects and pictures themselves, what straw, at that precise, wobbly instant before it either
Langmuir wants us to see being less the image than the bursts or breaks free and floats away’.
history and process of that image – how the representation Like all Yale University Press books, Imagining Childhood
of the child and childhood is under constant redefinition. is a beautiful object, with thick waxy pages from which its
There are pluses and minuses to this approach. Working reproductions glimmer and shine. The pictures are so
horizontally rather than vertically, connections are made numerous and the book so well designed that in a sense
across time and genre but there is very little satisfying we do not need the text to make the point, but then we
analysis; Langmuir does not unlock her paintings so that wouldn’t be told what we were looking at in that calm
we feel as though we were seeing them for the first time, and comforting parental voice.
nor does she ever question our need to see ‘childhood’ as To order this book at £24, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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‘IT’S THE CULTURE, INNIT?’ make the cultural and economic contribution of legend.
Is it sane to cobble together random samples of the
world’s population in the hope that they might be cohe-
T IME TO E MIGRATE ? sive? As Walden says, migrants could just as well ‘couple
★ the worst of their culture with the worst of ours’, as in
By George Walden the case of those Asian youths who ‘have adopted that
(Gibson Square 234pp £8.99) peculiarly English air of immemorial resentment (the
endlessly aggrieved expression, the withered vocabulary,
THE FORM OF George Walden’s new book is as arresting the aggressively furrowed brow)’.
as its content. Imagined members of his own family ask Immigration, accurately described as ‘a vast experiment
‘Dad’, in the wake of an eight-year-old grandchild’s hav- which no one ever planned and which – should it go
ing been knocked unconscious by some marauding wrong – cannot be reversed’, is one of the major themes
Somali, whether it is ‘time to emigrate’. Replying from of Walden’s book. The Left will – and has already begun
vacation in southern France, Walden hurries off a 200- to – start spouting about the author’s suspected ‘racism’,
page reflection about modern Britain rather than a brief overlooking Walden’s damning verdict on Enoch Powell as
email, fax or letter. The answer to the question in the title ‘a romantic nationalist of a malevolent disposition’ revered
is ‘try it for a bit’ – ‘it’ being America or France, although for ‘once having taught Greek in a provincial Australian
I’d personally recommend John Howard’s Australia. university’. That is merely a foretaste of some of the other
This epistolary form is a highly effective vehicle for damning verdicts on various contemporary worthies, those
Walden’s thoughts on the current state of our nation. The on Roy Hattersley, Chris Patten and Gerald Kaufman
writing is brilliant in a leisurely sort of way, as befits a being among the most trenchantly accurate. One recognises
retired homme d’affaires and senior politician, while the the names, but does high name-recognition accompany
tone ranges from the wincingly coruscating to the darkly meaningful achievement?
comic. Having educated himself up from a modest back- As this suggests, Walden’s book is not an academic trea-
ground in Dagenham (with the aid of a London grammar tise but a passionately felt result of his empirical observa-
school and Cambridge), Walden is well placed to com- tions of modern Britain, whether from being intimidated
ment on the class-ridden cant that dominates much of on a London bus, visiting a GP, or driving with his wife
British life; and he has a poke at the lower end of the Sarah – often a metaphorical foot on the brake – around
social spectrum as well as the chancers, snobs and spivs our dismal northern cities where churches and pubs have
who unmeritoriously populate its summit: been closed throughout entire ‘quartiers’ in deference to
Of all the countries in Europe the underclass the the rabid imams of the burgeoning ghettos. That brings us
British have spawned is the largest, the least literate, to the second major concern of Walden’s book, namely
the most drunk and drugged, the most anti-social, the grave threat represented by Islamist terrorism. He is
the most violent and the most stubbornly unrespon- scathing about the BBC’s dishonest reporting of the threat,
sive to treatment. That’s why our jails are bigger and and of the sort of contrarian patrician commentator who
fuller than theirs. Add to this the fact that nowhere thinks this all resides in the (government-manipulated)
else in Europe are the disparities between the upper vulgar imagination. As Walden comments, does that mean
and lower reaches of society so gapingly wide, the that such knights-of-the-realm commentators would like
gulf in educational opportunities so vast, or the MI5 and the police to halt all their pre-emptive inquiries
record of social mobility so miserably low. about portable chemical or nuclear weapons ending up in
Things will stay that way until we no longer have politi- the hands of Al-Qaeda? Will they still think so when their
cians whose main priority is to be a ‘straight-talking kind fancy houses in Holland Park or Notting Hill Gate have
of guy’, when they actually turn out to be pretty good become equal in value to a (contaminated) squat in
liars, or (one of Walden’s bugbears) a new Tory leader Hackney or Stoke Newington?
who, with a blond wig and kohl-ringed eyes, could be a The fact that Walden himself continues to reside in
transsexual version of Princess Diana, feeling the pain of England suggests that there may still be hope for this
the cowled hoodies who make our streets a misery. overcrowded island. He ends with an optimistic ‘wish
The real ‘victims’ in our society are not simply the list’, whose adult suggestions are all the more worth lis-
underclass, but decent, tax-paying families like the tening to in view of the brilliant bleakness of his analysis
objects of Walden’s lengthy epistle, who cannot afford to of modern Britain. This is an exceptionally timely book,
– or will not on principle – abandon state education or by one of our most incisive social commentators. Let’s
health systems that are breaking under the strains of hope he doesn’t feel compelled to emigrate.
ever-larger numbers of immigrants. We have no idea To order this book at £7.19, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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J OHN D UGDALE centric version of the ideas of Sartre and Camus can be
inferred from the name of Sisypha, the porn-movie
SEXISTENTIALISM heroine who inspires him to get his groove back, and
from echoes of L’Etranger; it’s also implicit in the subtitle
that identifies Killing Johnny Fry as ‘a sexistential novel’.
K ILLING J OHNNY F RY In Mosley’s work as a crime-writer, the stories’ Fifties
★ and Sixties settings allow him to give an African-
By Walter Mosley American perspective on history normally seen through
(Bloomsbury 288pp £10.99) white eyes. In this non-crime novel it’s the fiction of the
past that he reworks: turning Camus’ sentiment-free
TWO EVENTS CAUSE Cordell Carmel, a black freelance alien into a pistol-packing Manhattanite, giving a manly
translator probably in his early or mid-forties, to change makeover to products of female sexual liberation such as
every aspect of his life in pursuit of ‘freedom’. The first Erica Jong’s Fear of Flying, and answering the Sixties and
occurs when he drops in unannounced on Joelle, his Seventies sex novels of Roth and Updike by installing
girlfriend of eight years, and finds her screaming in bliss a black hero and updating them for an era when porn is
as a well-endowed lover, the eponymous Johnny Fry, freely available and sex (in erotic ‘games’ secretly staged
takes her from behind. every three years) has become a spectator sport.
As his friend Brenda later underlines, part of what Mosley’s Rawlins novels tend to be simple fables of a
gives this experience its transforming force is that it good man overcoming obstacles in order to help others,
reverses the white nightmare of a wife or daughter rav- but with odd, jarring moments in which the author
ished by a black stud: ‘A black woman taking a white intimates his awareness that reality is not so straightfor-
man in up her ass, and her man comes in on it? Her ward. Killing Johnny Fry is similarly compromised by a
black man? She should expect a bullet.’ But it’s Fry wish to have his cake and eat it. Mosley undercuts
whom Carmel vows to kill; Joelle he toys with before Carmel’s reclaiming of maleness, for example, because
finally confronting her, having sex with her in a master- he’s too smart not to anticipate a reading that sees his
ful fashion that mimics his rival, and testing whether she urge to shoot Fry as displaced homosexual desire for
will maintain the pretence of being faithful to him. him, and so has him say ‘I had a hard-on for Johnny Fry.’
The second decisive event is his purchase of a porn But if the hero’s perpetual potency derives from lust
movie, The Myth of Sisypha, immediately after seeing her for the man who cuckolded him, where does that leave
in flagrante. Carmel becomes obsessed with the film, and his gospel of men’s lib? Also blurring the message are the
it spurs him to reject his old life, in which sex was Rawlins-like good deeds Carmel does for his lovers: for
insignificant and unadventurous (‘missionary position and, example, getting Monica’s daughter into a top school –
every once in a while, doggy style’). He gives up translat- highly commendable, but at odds with the creed of self-
ing to become a photographers’ agent, and, liberated realisation through promiscuity unrestricted by concern
from monogamy, seizes every erotic opportunity going. for the other.
He finds willing partners everywhere in New York, It’s not only confusions such as these, or the old-fash-
almost all of them in their twenties: Lucy, a photographer; ionedness of preaching sex as salvation, that make Killing
Sasha, who lives in the same building; Monica, a single Johnny Fry a rather embarrassing performance. Mosley
parent picked up on the subway; Linda, a receptionist; Tita, evidently intends it to be a print equivalent of The Myth
a waitress; and Celia, a friend of Brenda. Others intimate of Sisypha, a superior porn movie that ‘talks directly’ to
availability but can’t be fitted into his schedule; a lucky Carmel and so moves him far more than art films by De
neighbour (who is ‘my age’ and hence presumably debarred Sica, Ray and Ozu, cinematic counterparts of Roth,
from being bedded) achieves orgasm thanks to Sasha giving Updike and Camus.
her a running commentary on one session by phone. But he makes no attempt to reinvent erotic writing, set-
Sporting a permanent erection that owes nothing to tling instead for dully logging his alter ego’s positional shifts
Viagra, the insatiable born-again Casanova also displays a and thrustings in the couplings that occur every few pages.
new willingness to experiment. Anal sex is a speciality, And his pretentious, ‘sexistential’ porn tale is often hard to
some of the encounters taking place where there’s a risk tell apart from crude male fantasy, as its priapic protagonist
of being seen by strangers, and dildos, drugs and an sleeps with every woman he meets, earns rave reviews
electrical current are sometimes involved. (‘you’re the best lover I’ve ever been with’, ‘oh, Daddy!’) for
At one point Carmel spells out his credo, a belief in his ever-erect state, macho manner and acrobatic inventive-
‘making your own decisions and living by them’ and ness, spurns the girlfriend who cheated on him although his
‘taking your feelings and making them real’. ‘Our bodies bedroom prowess now has her begging for forgiveness,
cannot know absolute freedom,’ he intones, ‘but our and ends up with a harem of partners half his age.
minds can at least try.’ That this is a simplistic, sex- To order this book at £8.79, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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deftly expose the corrupt, worldly society that is Golder’s L INDY B URLEIGH
milieu, and chart his journey into bitter insight.
Némirovsky’s triumph is to reveal the humanity that
underlies the glittering façade. Gloria’s exploitation of
the husband she despises and fears is contrasted with her
PARALLEL LIVES
tender intimacy with Hoyos, her long-term lover, a man M EASURING T IME
who lives off women and knows how to please them. ★
Joyce’s greed and recklessness are a product of youth and By Helon Habila
her magnificent energy. ‘I’m so madly in love with all of (Hamish Hamilton 383pp £16.99)
it,’ she cries, meaning fast cars, dresses, the ardent nights
she plans to share in Spain with a beloved gigolo. THE PRACTICE OF abandoning twins at birth was one of
Emotionally starved, Golder relishes money and power, the traditions in the Nigerian village of Keti which didn’t
but his own wants are frugal. He clings to his battered survive the onslaught of colonialism and the arrival of the
wallet, with its torn satin lining and an elastic band to first missionary, Reverend Drinkwater, in 1918. Mamo,
stop the notes from falling out. the protagonist of prize-winning author Helon Habila’s
Némirovsky was the daughter of a wealthy Russian ambitious second novel, is grateful for the destruction of
banker, forced to start afresh in Paris after the Bolshevik this particular custom since he is a twin himself. As it is,
Revolution. Her family had known the terror of his mother dies giving birth to him. Mamo, born with
pogroms, poverty and exile, and the characters in her sickle-cell anaemia, is not expected to live beyond the
novel may well have been drawn from observation. Even age of twenty. His twin, LaMamo, is everything that the
so, it is a merciless exposé. Marcus’s grasping wife wears weak, introverted Mamo isn’t: physically robust, bold and
an enormous pearl necklace ‘wound three times around fearless. Neither twin, however, is cherished by their phi-
her long, wrinkled neck which she jerked about like an landering father, and if it wasn’t for their aunt Marina, an
old bird of prey’. Soifer, the German Jew who plays evangelical Christian with an endless repertoire of
cards with Golder, has ‘a look of pathetic nobility’, such colourful stories, their childhood in the backwater of
as ‘old criminals sometimes have’, but his ‘gaping, splut- Keti would be loveless and dull.
tering mouth’ inspires ‘a feeling of revulsion and fear’. The two boys grow up dreaming of escape from the
These are cruel descriptions, verging on caricature, but stifling tedium of village life and hanker after fame and
they herald the unsparing realism that Némirovsky was fortune. When their father’s brother, Haruna, returns
to develop to such great effect in Suite Française. after many years from the Biafran war, a broken man but
When it comes to her protagonist, Némirovsky doesn’t a hero, the twins determine to become soldiers too.
falter. Golder appears centre-stage in scenes of tremen- LaMamo realises his dream and goes off to fight but the
dous power. He is like Shakespeare’s Lear or Milton’s sickly Mamo is left behind and turns inwards, drawing
Samson, men whose urgency and defiance battle with the on books and his imagination to make the time bear-
body’s weakness and the blows of fate. Alone and mortally able. His health improves and he falls in love.
ill, he wrests his final contract from hardnosed Russian Forced to abandon his university degree because of his
oilmen, like ‘a sick dog, close to death, who still bares his illness, Mamo takes the job of history teacher at his
teeth, growls wildly and gives one last, powerful bite’. favourite uncle’s school in the village and becomes some-
The question that Némirovsky poses in this impressive thing of a local historian, conceiving a project to rival the
novel is whether it is ever possible to break free from Reverend Drinkwater’s extant History of the Keti Peoples.
one’s origins. In the final scenes of the book, Golder He intends to model his history of his own people on
returns to the grim Russian Plutarch’s Parallel Lives by
port from where he started writing individual biogra-
his odyssey. His history has phies of generations of Keti’s
come full circle. But the inhabitants. But as his repu-
memor y with which the tation grows, Mamo is
book closes is one not of coopted by the ruling family
struggle or success, but of to write their history, and
the dark street of Golder’s the fame and fortune for
childhood, a candle lit in an which he has yearned are
icy window, and a voice, within his grasp. Meanwhile,
perhaps his mother’s, calling he receives intermittent bul-
him home. letins over the years from the
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as his increasingly embittered and radicalised brother bat- Mamo’s position as court biographer compromises his
tles his way across the war-ravaged continent. desire for the truth and he becomes quickly disillusioned
Habila’s literary objective – to capture the recent by the decadence and greed of the ruling elite. The
history of Nigeria by following the lives of a family and twins are reunited at last when LaMamo returns as
the passage of time in one ‘remote, unimportant’ village avenging warrior to a village torn apart by political cor-
– is mirrored in his fictional character’s historical under- ruption and religious conflict. The author is sometimes
taking. His fiercely subjective narrative, like Mamo’s, is a little too overtly didactic as subtlety of plot and charac-
designed to challenge Wester n inter pretations of ter are sacrificed in getting the message across, but his
Nigerian history, retaining some of the immediacy and artistic and personal integrity shines through. Habila
vitality of traditional African oral storytelling. Measuring succeeds for the most part in bringing his native country
Time is especially admirable because of its honesty in not to life, involving the reader so much so that it’s a relief
uncritically attributing all of Nigeria’s present ills, such when the novel ends on an optimistic note. Habila has
as endemic corruption and widespread abuse of political every reason to be optimistic about his own future and
power, to colonialism, and in bravely acknowledging you feel that this novel is just the beginning of what will
some of its benefits. Mamo owes his love of the written be a distinguished career.
word to colonialism as well as, less directly, his life. To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 30
C HRISTOPHER H ART catalepsy, or whatever the scientists had designated it, and
become Charcot’s assistant. She then became assistant to
RADIUM RELATIONSHIPS Marie Curie, and was present at the discovery of radium
in 1898.
The eerie blue glow of the radium fascinated Marie so
T HE S TORY OF B LANCHE AND M ARIE much that she kept a vial of it by her bedside. And indeed,
★ for two or three decades after, radiation was regarded as
By Per Olov Enquist possessing magical and health-giving properties. As Enquist
(Harvill Secker 219pp £16.99) drily tells us, ‘radioactive bottles of “Curie Hair Water”,
which was supposed to counteract hair loss, were sold in
PER OLOV ENQUIST’S last book to be translated into great quantities’, and ‘A European pharmacopoeia from
English was the masterly and prize-winning The Visit of 1929 included eighty patent medicines with radioactive
the Royal Physician. Now, once again, he has taken an ingredients, all of them miraculous: bath salts, liniments,
historical story and used it as a vehicle for enquiry into suppositories, toothpaste, and chocolate pralines.’ For
love, art and death. He treats these big themes with Blanche (as presumably for some of those poor praline guz-
miniaturist care and attention, while his characters, zlers), the exposure to such radiation was brutally cruel. She
trapped in history like insects in amber, are deeply and had to have three of her four limbs amputated. Pierre
sympathetically observed. Curie, dazed and suffering from radiation sickness, wan-
The ‘Marie’ of the title is Marie Curie, while ‘Blanche’ dered in front of a horse and cart in a Paris street and was
is the rather less well-known Blanche Wittman. Indeed, crushed to death. Marie’s own death in 1934, from ‘aplastic
as the conclusion tells us, we do not even know where pernicious anaemia’, was almost certainly caused by radia-
Blanche is buried. But her life was a fascinating if not a tion exposure as well. And so the three of them entered
happy one. At eighteen she began to exhibit ‘somnambu- into ‘the sullied history of modernity’.
lar spasms’ and was officially diagnosed with ‘hysteria’ in Enquist warns us that this is a novel, and prefers not to
1878: a classic Victorian diagnosis, and about as humane acknowledge any non-fictional sources, which is only
and scientific as our contemporary jargon about ‘paranoid right. Instead he uses Blanche’s own notebooks, ‘The
schizophrenia’. She was committed to Salpêtr ière Book of Questions’, to weave an extraordinary and mes-
Hospital for sixteen years, where she met, and was studied merising tale: Enquist’s enquiry, Enquist’s inquest. Often it
by, the great M Charcot, as well as his rather less likeable takes no more than rapid note-form. But this is his style:
assistant, Sigmund Freud. In the novel, about all the latter he is writing like a man in a hurry (he is in his eighth
ever demands of her is, ‘Did you ever feel desire for your decade), urgently, wanting to get hold of what truths he
brother?’ ‘Of course,’ she blithely replies, thus foxing Dr can. Mere description makes him impatient, so that a sin-
Fraud completely. Why isn’t she in denial? Charcot, how- gle line might read simply, ‘The terrace. The trees. The
ever, was clearly a man with a soul, plagued by doubts foliage.’ He wants to dig deeper than that. ‘I don’t have
that all these neatly categorised ‘idiots, epileptics and much time left,’ says Blanche towards the end. The result is
lunatics’ were ‘all … perhaps simply human beings’. exhilarating, elliptical, concise, dense, and richly rewarding.
Finally Blanche was to emerge from her hysteria, or To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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becomes excited by a picture in the newspaper of the pubic hair – ‘that small peek a boo into Angela’s privacy so
Empress Elizabeth’s assassin Luigi Lucheni (another of much like the mad murderer’s upper lip’ – and the future
DT’s promising clients) – specifically, ‘the assassin’s small Führer falls to joyous self-abuse.
moustache, fixed to his upper lip just below his nostrils’. So, in a manner of speaking, the moustache was a way
(Where else, incidentally, would you expect to find a of signalling that Adolf Hitler was a ****. We didn’t
moustache?) This commingles in his head with the excite- need Norman Mailer to tell us that.
ment of catching a glimpse of his older sister’s burgeoning To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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incineration of fifty-nine Hindus, including activists on non-political and confusingly written. Fireproof enjoys the
their way back from Ayodhya, in a train compartment, benefit of stronger material but is scarcely more coherent.
apparently by a Muslim mob; the Hindu backlash was Leaving aside the pseudo-religious element, implausibility
abetted by the BJP-controlled state government, which sinks the plot – as when, for example, a major hospital
was soon re-elected with a landslide majority. Fireproof remains unaware, after more than 24 hours, of the barbaric
attempts to resurrect some of the anonymous Muslim burning of two of its doctors and its head nurse in a hospi-
victims through a mixture of stark reportage, imaginative tal van. Fireproof claims to express the voice of individual
reconstruction and outright fantasy, garnished with three conscience raised against society’s indifference to collective
news photographs of the aftermath. evil, but is merely distasteful posturing by a Delhi journal-
Raj Kamal Jha is a newspaper editor and, in my view, ist of a kind accurately satirised in The Peacock Throne.
not a novelist. His first novel, The Blue Bedspread, was To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 30
FRIENDS AND LOVERS Palestine in 1933 they encounter a pretty pair of cousins:
Elizabeth Partridge is snapped up by the voracious Axel as
Rosamund Bower kindly removes Mendel’s virginity – only
T HE S ONG B EFORE I T I S S UNG to fall for Axel later. Conrad wonders if Mendel ‘was gradu-
★ ally, as people do, building up an intellectual case against
By Justin Cartwright Gottberg, which was really a cover for sexual jealousy’.
(Bloomsbury 276pp £16.99) At one point in the course of his research, Conrad
toys with the idea of writing a stage play about the pair’s
JUSTIN CARTWRIGHT HAS peculiar timing. As the camera- final meeting in Oxford in 1939. I wish someone
phone footage of Saddam Hussein’s execution diffuses over would. There is potential here for a two-hander to rival
the Internet, he releases a novel that turns on a filmed Michael Frayn’s Copenhagen or Christopher Hampton’s
hanging. Here, it is Nazi resistor Count Axel von Gottberg recent adaptation of Sándor Márai’s Embers for intensity.
who has the noose placed around his neck and the camera As the novel stands, it is hard to avoid the feeling that
trained on him, executed for his part in a 1944 plot to blow Cartwright is merely scraping the surface with sketchily
up Hitler. The film, when privately premiered six decades drawn characters and half-baked historiography.
later, is of such grim power that it leaves its sole viewer, The modern strand is more fatally flawed. Conrad is an
historian Conrad Senior, incapacitated for six months. I arrogant, nasty, manipulative, self-pitying oaf and
wonder what they would have made of it on YouTube. Cartwright’s seeming endorsement of his self-absorption
Cartwright’s fictional Gottberg is based on the real Adam undermines the novel’s emotional integrity. His play-away
von Trott, a German aristocrat and Oxford Rhodes Scholar doctor wife Francine is built up as a hate figure (she is not
who resisted the Nazi regime, lobbied Chamberlain and into books), and yet her complaints against Conrad seem
Roosevelt not to appease Hitler and ultimately hanged for perfectly reasonable; he is merely cruel to her and I fear
his part in the Kreisau Circle’s attempt on Hitler’s life. we are supposed to jeer with him. Francine’s lightly taken
While he was at Oxford, Trott befriended Isaiah Berlin. It decision to have an abortion without consulting Conrad
is the conflicted friendship between the virile, romantic does not ring true, and I suspect Cartwright of wanting
German patriot and the charming, timid Jewish intellectual to give Conrad the moral high ground. It feels cheap; at
that forms the backbone of The Song Before It Is Sung, told no point has he expressed much interest in anything
in assured, axiomatic prose. We flit erratically between beyond food and sex and I doubt he cared much about
1930s Oxford and contemporary Camden, where 35-year- his unborn child. In truth, even the research project that
old Conrad is buried in marital woe and the papers of his spells the end of the marriage is only interesting to
former tutor Mendel (the Isaiah Berlin stand-in). Conrad in as far as it gives him a sense of worth.
Mendel and Gottberg’s friendship, involving plenty of It is typical of the novel’s North London-centric
‘high-minded walking’, is riven when Gottberg writes a absorption that when Conrad visits Palestine, he ends up
letter to the Manchester Guardian seemingly dismissing discussing how rough Hackney is with a local Arab and
Nazi anti-Semitism. Mendel concludes that his university returns reflecting on how the divisions of the Holy Land
friend, whom he has always suspected of arrogance, has has given him greater appreciation of the task of divvy-
become a Nazi. Gottberg believes the West must under- ing up the marital possessions. The reader waits for
stand what drives the Germans to support Hitler and that some kind of comeuppance, some wink on Justin
it his duty to show the world there is an alternative ‘secret Cartwright’s part – and it never comes.
Germany’. Mendel sabotages Gottberg’s impassioned To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 30
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S EBASTIAN S HAKESPEARE problem lies in the resolution of the tale. It seems to lurch
into a different gear. Out of the blue a domestic tragedy
FRIENDS, FAME & WAR befalls our narrator; he thinks he is responsible and believes
Falk is the only person who will understand him. But it’s
too late. He travels to America to discover that Falk has
T HE S PEED OF L IGHT committed suicide after cooperating with an American
★ TV documentary to tell the truth about My Khe. The
By Javier Cercas story becomes too schematic, and the coincidences are too
(Translated by Anne McLean) contrived. The improbable scenario is used to facilitate the
(Bloomsbury 288pp £14.99) plot’s denouement and it’s never quite believable.
Even so, Javier Cercas is always a stimulating, thought-
J AVIER C ERCAS ’ S FIRST novel, Soldiers of Salamis, provoking author, and full marks to translator Anne
addressed the moral confusion of the Spanish Civil War McLean who has done another tremendous job in
and how it scarred a generation for life. The book was a rendering his rhythmic prose into pellucid English. If
deserved success and went on to become an international nothing else, she makes you read the novel at the speed
bestseller. His second novel, The Speed of Light, tackles a of light, which is quite an achievement.
different conflict, the Vietnam War, and how it affected a To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 30
generation of idealist Americans in the 1960s.
The story starts off in the 1980s when our young Spanish E DMUND G ORDON
narrator accepts a teaching post in Urbana in the American
Midwest. He tries to impress his new colleagues by rubbish-
ing the films of Pedro Almodóvar (‘Frankly, I think they’re a
bunch of queer crap’) only to discover that his interlocutors
IN BYRON’S SHADOW
are gay. He then rubbishes Hemingway (‘Frankly, I think I MPOSTURE
he’s shit’) in front of fellow tutor Rodney Falk, a self-con- ★
fessed Papa-phile. It is not a promising start, but he and Falk By Benjamin Markovits
strike up a friendship and talk into the early hours about art (Faber & Faber 212pp £10.99)
and books. Falk is an enigmatic figure on campus who
never goes to parties, or faculty meetings: ‘He seemed like IN THE SUMMER of 1816, when Byron and the Shelleys,
a child lost among adults or an adult lost among children.’ stranded by heavy rain beside Lake Geneva, decided to
One day Falk disappears and our puzzled narrator sets amuse themselves by composing ghost stories (the diver-
out to track him down. He visits Falk’s father, who sion which led to Mary Shelley’s writing Frankenstein), they
entrusts him with his son’s correspondence from the were accompanied by Byron’s physician, John Polidori,
Vietnam War. Falk was a war hero but it seems his expe- who joined the competition and began a supernatural tale
riences took their toll on his sanity. His letters back home of his own. The Vampyre was published anonymously in
talk about the beauty of killing and how war allows you 1819, and, such was the familiarity of its style, its author
to travel at the speed of light. Our narrator returns to was widely assumed to be Byron himself.
Spain after two years but he cannot escape his growing Benjamin Markovits’s third novel takes this confusion as
obsession with Falk. What did happen to him at My Khe? its premise, and imagines Polidori, recently dismissed from
Much of this story is beguilingly told and it works well as Byron’s service, at the time of The Vampyre’s publication.
a quest narrative: a search for truth, for a mentor. The When he asserts his authorship to the governess Eliza
cryptic Falk talks in teasing riddles. ‘Talent isn’t something Esmond she assumes he is Byron, a mistake he doesn’t
you have, it’s something you conquer,’ he says. There is also correct, and they begin a relationship that involves him in
a playful self-portrait of the author which lightens the tone an increasingly intricate impersonation of his former
and provides a witty counterpoint. Our narrator has also employer. The description of this affair is juxtaposed with
published a debut novel on the Spanish Civil War which Polidori’s memories of Byron, and both narratives gradu-
has become a huge success. He binges on alcohol and sex ally converge around the strain placed on the young
and disputes the notion that the ideal condition for an artist doctor by ‘the force of impossible comparisons’.
is failure, quoting the French writer Jules Renard: ‘All great Markovits’s greatest strength (what made his second
men were first ignored; but I’m not a great man, so I’d novel, Either Side of Winter, so affecting) is his understanding
prefer immediate success.’ While he struggles to come to of brittle, insecure personalities. What Imposture achieves
terms with being a celebrity – and to find a subject for his best is a darkly nuanced portrait of a minor author trapped
second novel – Falk reappears and then vanishes again. in the shadow of a successful contemporary, with whom
The novel explores the nature of friendship, fame and he wants, at any psychological cost, to feel equal. The
war, and never yields up its answers too easily. But the fragility of Polidori’s ego, his uneasy balance of self-
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confidence and self-loathing, is rendered with admirable overcome this first impression, if it weren’t sporadically
subtlety. Unfortunately, this quality is not always present. revived throughout the book, for example by his occasional
The novel opens with a Prologue in which Markovits self-consciousness about period detail; this is particularly
describes an enigmatic colleague he knew while teach- evident in the dialogue, some of which approaches
ing at a New York school, a man who called himself pastiche, as when Polidori imagines Eliza confronting him
‘Peter Pattieson’. We are told that ‘Pattieson’ (an alias with the words ‘I had taken you for a gentleman, but now
taken from Scott’s Waverley novels) was the real author of I find that you merely played the part, to seduce an inno-
Imposture, and that the manuscript came into Markovits’s cent girl, whose only sin was her sensibility’. Just as incon-
possession only after the teacher’s death. Presumably, this gruous are the moments of brief, lurid physical description
conceit is supposed to add resonance to the novel’s – one man’s head is ‘like a potato’; Eliza’s heart beats ‘a
themes in a couple of wr y, postmoder n strokes. sharp tattoo’ – that often jar against Markovits’s more deli-
Unfortunately, it doesn’t work, and the opening chapters cate observations of his characters’ psyches. These intrude
(and the introductions of all main characters) are over- on the atmosphere of what is, generally, a subtle and con-
shadowed by a lingering suggestion of artificiality. vincing psychological drama.
Markovits’s powers of characterisation might entirely To order this book at £8.79, see LR Bookshop on page 30
G ILES M ILTON ’s excellent, S IMON B AKER ENJOYS A year-old sports freak, the son of a
Wodehousian debut, Edward Colonel, living in a US military
Trencom’s Nose (Macmillan Q UARTET OF F IRST N OVELS base in Japan. He loves Virginia
260pp £7.99), is a perfect Kindwall, the Base General’s
example of eccentric English wit. The Trencoms have wayward yet beautiful daughter, but loses touch with her
been the proprietors of London’s leading cheese shop for when she is sent to prison. Fifteen years later Severin, now
three centuries. Each eldest son has inherited the shop, in the US and embroiled in a dysfunctional marriage,
an unrivalled knowledge of cheeses, and the fabled receives a postcard from General Kindwall: he is dying,
‘Trencom nose’ – an extraordinary appendage famous and wants Severin to find his now-estranged daughter.
for both size and sensitivity. In the late 1960s the current There are a few hints of the first-time novelist here,
proprietor, quiet, reflective Edward Trencom, seems to most notably in the way that characters occasionally do
have a perfect life, comprising a successful business, a things for the sake of the plot rather than because they are
wonderful wife, and a career as a writer (on the subject likely to have done them. I also suspect the plan was for
of cheese, naturally). His nose is the finest for genera- this to be rather more hard-hitting and dark than in fact it
tions: frequently he can divine not only the type of is. However, Exit A has qualities which make it highly
cheese but also the very cow its milk came from (‘It’s readable. The older Severin, now carrying a lot more
not Buttercup – it’s too creamy for her. And I don’t weight and a lot less drive, is like a slightly more educated
believe it’s Daisy or Cowslip. Did the milk come from Rabbit Angstrom, trapped by his own emotional incom-
Wittgenstein?’). But then he discovers a box of long- petence and forever looking backwards. Ultimately, in
forgotten family papers, and in doing so unearths a spite of imperfections, this is an engaging book which,
grotesque fact: each of his forebears died a horrible although fairly self-contained as a story, leaves enough
death, and every time Greeks were somehow involved. unresolved at the end to invite the possibility of a sequel.
Understandably, when he finds himself being followed The boundaries between literary fiction, historical
around London by a Greek man, he is terrified. fiction and crime fiction have become so blurred in
With a plot that merges the history of the Trencom recent years that it’s best simply to take pot luck when
family with the history of Greco-Turkish conflict, before trying to define Stef Penney’s entertaining first novel,
ending with a set-piece of life-enhancing ludicrousness, The Tenderness of Wolves (Quercus 440pp £12.99),
this elegantly written novel is clever and immensely which recently won the Costa First Novel Award and is
charming. Milton has written several works of history, shortlisted for the overall Costa Book of the Year Award.
including Nathaniel’s Nutmeg, and while this is not in any Set in the 1860s in a tiny Canadian town populated
sense a work of realism, Edward Trencom’s Nose neverthe- mostly by expatriate Scots, it begins with Maria Ross’s
less benefits from its author’s sound historical knowledge. discovery of a brutally murdered Frenchman – a grisly
A great tale of unlikely heroism, fortitude and fromage. enough spectacle, but one made worse by the fact that
Following the success of Jarhead, his lauded memoir of her surly teenaged son, Francis, a friend of the murdered
the Gulf War, Anthony Swofford begins his career as a man, has gone missing. While the villagers put two and
novelist with Exit A (Simon & Schuster 304pp £12.99), a two together and decide that Francis must have been
love story set against a military backdrop. At the start, the involved, Maria sets off across the harsh terrain in search
Pynchonesquely named Severin Boxx is a seventeen- of her son, accompanied by a Canadian Indian tracker
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who agrees to help her find him. alone. By the late 1960s both the Dunmores and the
So far, we probably have a crime novel, but then comes Clarks have moved to Chicago and Caroline is dating
an avalanche of subplots involving colonial capitalism, Sam, Walt and Dottie’s child. By now Caroline has dis-
male brutality, the possible discovery of a long-dead covered a secret about her late father, one that Walt also
written language of the Native Indians, relationships blos- knows but has kept hidden. Eventually we realise that
soming and fading, religion, and homosexual love. the ‘icebergs’ of the title are the characters themselves,
Without throwing in too many ingredients and creating a in whom so much lies hidden under the surface.
mess, Stef Penney brings to her nineteenth-century novel The opening sequence of this novel, in which Walt digs
a nineteenth-century scope and intricacy of design, and his way out of the snow and then shelters for days with
pulls the strands together satisfactorily at the end. It’s not Al, is brilliantly written and genuinely tense. Thereafter,
an unqualified success – the prose is occasionally pedestrian, the novel dispenses with a propulsive, plot-driven narra-
and Penney never quite vivifies the glinting, malevolent tive and becomes a more leisurely examination of the
snowscape – but The Tenderness of Wolves is a strong, occasionally destructive dynamic of families; the influence
ambitious debut which deserves its recognition and of The Corrections can be felt here, as can Larkin’s line
promises great things for the future. about your mum and dad, which could serve admirably as
Icebergs, by Rebecca Johns (Bloomsbury 298pp the book’s subtitle. The earlier passages are undoubtedly
£12.99), opens in 1944 with a military aeroplane being the more effective, but although the later ones occasionally
choked by frost while flying through Labrador, on the leave you wondering what the purpose of the novel is,
Newfoundland coast. It crashes, killing its entire crew Rebecca Johns generally manages to bring the story into
except for Walt Dunmore and Al Clark. Walt builds a check when it drifts for a few pages. If it does not quite
makeshift shelter but Al dies of injuries received during fulfil the promise of its incendiary opening, Icebergs is still
the crash. Walt is saved and returns to Dottie, his wife, a good debut novel.
while Al’s widow Adele brings up her daughter Caroline To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 30
LETTERS
THE BALKAN BOOT Turkish yoke’ (LR, Dec 2006/Jan 2007). On the con-
trary, I stressed that the Greeks were subjects of the
Sir, Ottoman Empire, free to practise their religion; some
Sir David Madden KCMG accuses me of bias (Letters, prospered as farmers, traders, fishermen, shipbuilders,
Dec 2006/Jan 2007) but perhaps the boot is on the other shipowners and even as pirates. However, West
foot. All three sides in the Bosnian war were indicted for Europeans and Americans often saw them as Christian
war crimes, not just the Serbs and the Bosnian Serbs as slaves, fighting for liberation, offering them support
he tries to pretend. In any case, indictments alone do not although the British Government regarded the Turks as
prove guilt. Furthermore, the UN war crimes tribunal in potential allies against an aggressive Russia.
The Hague does not recognise the concept of war guilt: Yours faithfully,
nowhere is one side formally blamed for starting the Tom Pocock
fighting in Yugoslavia. Inasmuch as war guilt is implied London, SW3
in the texts of the various indictments, it lies with the
secessionist states, ie Slovenia, Croatia and Bosnia. What BEAUTY OF THE BORDERS
a shame that Sir David relies on cheap shots and tries to Sir,
pull rank rather than addressing the substantive question Your reviewer of Alice Munro’s The View from Castle Rock
I raised, namely whether the West prolonged the makes the mistake of thinking that beautiful rural
Bosnian war artificially by its contradictory policies. Scotland means the Highlands (LR, Dec 2006/Jan 2007).
Yours faithfully, The Ettrick Valley where James Hogg was born is in the
John Laughland Scottish Borders, south of Edinburgh. Your readers may
London, W6 be interested to know that there is a James Hogg exhibi-
tion at Bowhill, near Selkirk, open during the summer
WERE THE GREEKS SLAVES? months, if they take time to visit this countryside which
Sir, is so rich in literary inspiration and associations.
In his kind review of my book, Breaking the Chains: The Yours faithfully,
Royal Navy’s War Against White Slavery, Giles Milton has Judy Steel
me ‘arguing that the Greeks were enslaved under the Ettrick Valley, Scottish Borders
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SILENCED VOICES
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THERE WAS A worry that, as a R EPORT BY T OM F LEMING £350 for first place, Richard
topic, ‘rain’ might have been a Charles gets £150 for second,
little too clichéd. But perhaps and Alison Prince gets kudos
it simply encouraged originality. This month there for having used ottava rima. Next month’s subject is
were many poems I would have liked to print but ‘the moon’. Entries, with ‘moon’ written on the enve-
couldn’t. The standard and variety of this competition lope, should arrive to 44 Lexington Street, London
seem to be increasing, in fact. Francis Mullen gets W1F 0LW by 28 February.
FIRST PRIZE I didn’t mean to do it, didn’t know that I was bad,
RAIN – BURMA, 1942 by Francis Mullen And when I think how much I use the car it makes me sad,
After a while you got used to the bugs, But for each Tornado mission flown to pacify Iraq,
The snakes, leeches and scorpions, and the Japs I could drive a Kia Rio to the bloody moon and back.
Blazing away at us. I’d say, ‘We’re mugs!’
Approving nods came from the other chaps. The journalists agree with politicians and the Church,
The scientists insist upon the need for more research,
But the rain there never ceased to trigger moans. And you will be ignored if to dissent you have the guts,
It came right through your cape, your battle dress, For mice will always vote for cheese and monkeys vote
And on into your flesh, your very bones. for nuts.
Strange fancies came from this continual stress Two fleas upon a fox’s back were locked in fierce debate
On how to save the fox’s life before it was too late:
Of skin mutating into silver scales, ‘We’ll try to drink less blood and keep our teeth clean if
Of gills piercing the neck, of fins instead we can.’
Of arms and legs, and then, with trout and whales, The fox stood in the road and got run over by a van.
You would be in your element. Rain-fed,
LAST NIGHT I DREAMED by Alanna Blake
The vision soon dissolved. Sadly you left Last night I dreamed once more of teeming rain,
This pleasing dream behind, and felt once more Of coolness splashing over naked skin,
Drenched and bedraggled, miserable, bereft Of spicy smells when tiny shoots begin
Of all that makes for comfort. Once the war To pierce the armour of the sun-baked plain.
I saw clogged wadis crack and take the strain,
Is over, I would vow, I’ll take the plane Rejoicing as new rivers flooded in;
To Chile, where a gorgeous panorama Tin roofs gave off a corrugated din
Awaits me, sand, sand, sand, no trace of rain, And dead earth muddied into life again.
The earthly paradise, the Atacama.
Today I wakened to this nightmare drought,
SECOND PRIZE To shrunken lakes and shrivelled stems of maize,
GLOBAL WARMING JIHAD by Richard Charles To wizened babies weeping sand-clogged tears,
It’s all been analysed and proved and broadcast on TV. And herdboys barely strong enough to shout
The planet’s into meltdown and it’s mostly down to me. At cattle starving in a red-dust haze,
They’ve run computer models and the truth is crystal clear: As parched months pass, and lengthen into years.
Unless I mend my ways the human race could disappear.
WINTER RAIN by Alison Prince
It’s raining even harder where it always rained before, I should remember Australia, the red
And somewhere in the desert it’s not raining any more. core of it, bleached cattle bones under a sky
There’s floods and droughts and hurricanes, heatwaves blazing with heat, and be grateful that instead,
and lightning strikes, rain unleashes its heavy artillery,
Which goes to show that everyone should learn to ride exploding in great torrents over my head –
a bike. but in fact I’m simply glad my house is dry.
Sympathy for dead cows and waterless creeks
I sometimes leave the lights on when they’re really not is not easy to maintain when your roof leaks.
in use.
I always shave electric though there just is no excuse. Now, with the puddles gone from the kitchen floor,
Last night I turned the heating up, I’m quite ashamed of that. Scotland’s sweet wetness ceases to be a pain.
I know I should be wearing woolly mittens and a hat. The drifting mist is gentle, and the fierce roar
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N IGHT & DAY G RAND P OETRY P RIZE
of the burn flooding my garden yet again still stinging with the salt Atlantic spray.
brings a strange joy. We will never be at war So many voices. On the darkened glass,
with our sky, never curse it and pray for rain, the world beyond invisible, they pass
for there is great wonder in watching the storm and speak to every thought you tried to hide,
and feeling a touch of fear while safe and warm. reflecting, like a mirror, what’s inside.
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