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T IME WAS WHEN wr iters were K ATHRYN H UGHES come to unveil a plaque. There was
expected to write, and not much the ‘bohemian intellectual’ incarna-
else. The particularly confident or
clubbable might appear on the
occasional BBC radio show, but
FESTIVAL FROLICS tion which resulted in my disappear-
ing whenever I stood next to a beige
wall. And then there was the ‘Sky
mostly it was considered infra dig weather girl’ phase (personally my
to tart yourself around like a travelling salesman offering favourite), where I looked colourful but slightly common.
a nice line in printer cartridges or ladies’ underwear. Not that festival dressing is all about visuals – there’s audio
How different it is now. Over the next four months to consider too. Remembering to pick an outfit which will
any market town which can run to a marquee and a accommodate a radio mike is something I always overlook.
patch of off-street parking will be mounting a ‘literary Devoid of pockets, the only solution is for the brick-like
festival’ at which you, as a writer with a book just out, contraption to be stuffed into the top of your tights, from
will be expected to do a turn. Your publicist expects it, where a wire snakes up under your clothes until it reappears
your agent says it will do your ‘brand’ the world of in public, coyly clamped to your lapel. Inevitably there’s a
good. You tell anyone who will listen that you happen spasm of embarrassment as the technical person – always
to know that Alan Bennett confines himself only to the male – attempts to put the radio mike in place without
major gigs – Cheltenham, Edinburgh, Hay. The looks actually touching your person. Doubtless terrified of getting
you get back tell you that, frankly, Alan Bennett’s slapped with a lawsuit, the poor man stands at arm’s length
options and yours have little in common. and theatrically averts his eyes while fiddling perilously near
And while your spirits may sink as you board yet your cleavage. You, in turn, stare into the middle distance
another slow Saturday train for who-knows-where, you and remind yourself that you have endured far worse over
remind yourself sternly that, actually, it is quite flattering the years at the family planning clinic.
that a hundred or so strangers are prepared to pay up to Suitably ‘miked up’, as we like to say in the festival
£5.50 to spend an hour under canvas with you. And it’s business, it’s time to get on stage. What you do and say
not as if you’re alone. At the station, in the cab queue, during the next hour is pretty much up to you. Writers
hovering at the hotel check-in, you will see the same mostly want to fill the time by reading straight from their
faces over and over again, that cohort of novelists, histo- books, which everyone else secretly thinks is a terrible
rians, poets and biographers whose latest book happens waste. So, with this in mind, I try to do an apparently
to coincide with yours. off-the-cuff talk instead. I say ‘apparently’ because I
Immediately, though, a dilemma presents itself. Should come from a generation where it wasn’t cool to admit
you acknowledge your literary fellow-travellers with a that you’d done your homework, ever.
‘here we are again’ shrug and smile, or is it more digni- The truth is, of course, I practise like mad. I make a
fied to pretend you haven’t recognised them? And what particular point of marking up any difficult words on my
if they happen to be terrifically famous? Would offering script so that there’s no danger of mis-speaking or, worse
P D James a ‘had a good journey, Phyl?’ or ‘do you still, dissolving into helpless giggles. You’d be amazed
know if we get dinner thrown in?’ count as friendly ice- how easy it is to muff innocent words like ‘sect’ and
breaking or shameless brown-nosing? I was once in the ‘public’ when you’re under pressure. I once did a whole
ghastly situation of coming down late to breakfast and hour’s talk on my first book, The Victorian Governess, in
finding myself directed to the last remaining empty which I managed to use the phrase ‘male member’ half a
place, which happened to be directly opposite Salman dozen times before realising that I should really find a
Rushdie. Now what’s a girl to do? A. Chew slowly on happier way of describing the men who happened to
your Full English and fix your gaze determinedly several live in the same households as my governess-heroines.
inches above the Great Man’s left shoulder? B. Ask him And then it’s back to the Green Room, where you
to pass the marmalade and in the process throw in join your fellow performers. Those who’ve already
a clever, knowing reference to Midnight’s Children. done their turn are gulping down warm white wine,
C. Pretend you’ve choked on your kipper and run from even though it’s still only 11.30 in the morning. Those
the dining room never to return? waiting to go on look pale and tense and are scribbling
But if eating at literary festivals is difficult, getting dressed things on the backs of their hands. The place is heaving,
is even worse. You like to think, of course, that the audi- not just with authors but with organisers, journalists
ence has come to hear your words of wisdom but actually and publicity people from the various publishers. You’re
you know that there are plenty of beady-eyed ladies of a desperate to sit down, because those mile-high wedge
certain age who attend these events simply to decide heels which seemed just the ticket this morning are
whether they like your frock. Since I first started out ten now killing you. There’s just one problem. Only one
years ago I’ve been through several changes of image. seat is free in the whole room. And, yes, it’s next to
There was the ‘minor royal’ phase in which I favoured Salman Rushdie. There’s nothing for it but to totter
linen coats and matching court shoes and looked as if I’d over, slump down, and look straight through him.
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33 THOMAS HODGKINSON Alfred Douglas: A Poet’s Life and His ALEXANDER MASTERS is the author
Finest Work Caspar Wintermans of the acclaimed Stuart: A Life
Backwards (HarperPerennial).
34 WILLIAM PALMER The Boy Who Loved Books John Sutherland
CHRISTOPHER COKER is Professor
GENERAL 36 A LAN R YAN Black Mass: Apocalyptic Religion and the of International Relations at the
Death of Utopia John Gray London School of Economics and
37 G RAHAM S TEWART Globalisation, Democracy and author of several books on interna-
tional security.
Terrorism Eric Hobsbawm
38 J O H N G R I B B I N Faust in Copenhagen: A Struggle for the RALEIGH TREVELYAN’s The Fortress
Soul of Physics Gino Segrè Doomsday Men: The Real Dr is the classic account of the Anzio
Strangelove and the Dream of the Superweapon P D Smith offensive; he also described his
40 ALEXANDER MASTERS Unknown Quantity: A Real and wartime experiences in Rome ’44
and A Clear Premonition. His most
Imagined History of Algebra John Derbyshire
recent book is a biography of Sir
41 ALLISTER HEATH On the Wealth of Nations P J O’Rourke Walter Raleigh.
42 C HARLOTTE A PPLEYARD Stealing the Scream: The Hunt
for a Missing Masterpiece Edward Dolnick GERARD BAKER is US Editor and
43 D IANA C LEE Black Diamonds: The Rise and Fall of a Assistant Editor of The Times.
Great British Dynasty Catherine Bailey
RICHARD GRAY is a Fellow of the
44 J ASON G OODWIN Tea: The Drink that Changed the World British Academy. His History of
John Griffiths American Literature was published by
45 ELISABETH LUARD ON THREE BOOKS ABOUT FOOD Blackwell in 2004. He is currently
47 N ICK G ARRARD ON G RAPHIC N OVELS working on the literary and cultural
relations between Europe and the
American South.
CHILDREN’S BOOKS 48 P HILIP W OMACK ON F IVE C HILDREN ’ S B OOKS
BRENDA MADDOX’s books include
FICTION 49 C RESSIDA C ONNOLLY Cheating at Canasta William Trevor Rosalind Franklin: The Dark Lady of
50 J OHN D UGDALE Now is the Hour Tom Spanbauer DNA (HarperCollins).
51 P AMELA N ORRIS Life Class Pat Barker
EDWARD NORMAN is Emeritus Fellow
52 N IGEL J ONES Charlemagne and Roland Allan Massie of Peterhouse, Cambridge, and Curate
52 MARTYN BEDFORD The Missing Person’s Guide to Love Susanna Jones of the St James Garlickhythe Church
53 M ONI M OHSIN Insomnia Aamer Hussein in the City of London.
54 FRANCIS KING The Condor’s Head Ferdinand Mount
GRAHAM STEWART’s Friendship and
55 MATT THORNE If You Liked School You’ll Love Work Irvine Welsh
Betrayal: Ambition and the Limits of
56 L OUISE G UINNESS Consequences Penelope Lively Loyalty was published in April by
57 L INDY B URLEIGH Safe Houses David Pryce-Jones Weidenfeld & Nicolson.
58 R ACHEL H ORE Minding Chris Paling
FRANCES WILSON’s books include
Literary Seductions and, most recent-
SILENCED VOICES 59 L UCY P OPESCU
ly, The Courtesan’s Revenge, available
CRIME 60 J ESSICA M ANN in paperback from Faber & Faber.
POETRY 62
AUDIOBOOK 58 S USAN C ROSLAND PHILIP WOMACK’s children’s novel,
LETTERS 35 The Other Book, will be published by
Bloomsbury in January 2008.
CLASSIFIEDS 64 CROSSWORD 26 BOOKSHOP 16
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currency of political dialogue. Very occasionally a critical through the bold assertion of uncompromising ideology.
journalist or politician will get Reagan irate. But his respect But, while it is true that Reagan held to core beliefs in
for the old-fashioned decencies of language are such that free markets and the essential moral superiority of
he will never fully spell out even the mildest swear words American-style democracy, the diaries remind us that he
such as ‘h—l’ or ‘d—n’. Foreign villains get slightly was also deeply pragmatic.
rougher treatment, but even then there’s something merely Though he hated communism and pledged to defeat
chiding in his descriptions of Saddam Hussein as a ‘no it, he was careful to avoid messy entanglements overseas.
good nut’ and Muammar Gaddafi as a ‘clown’. When 200 US marines were killed by terrorists in
The deep bond with his wife Nancy (rather cloyingly, Lebanon in 1983 he immediately withdrew the US
frequently referred to as ‘Mommie’) is clear throughout. force and never sent them back to the Middle East. On
A typical entry from 1981 reads: ‘Saw Mommie off for his watch America fought only one hot war (the inva-
the Royal Wedding. I worry when she’s out of sight six sion of Grenada), which lasted about a day and required
minutes. How am I going to hold out for six days?’ no long-term commitment. For all his genuine hatred of
Critics will be disappointed that Reagan has little new communism, he was ready and willing to sit down with
to reveal of what he knew about the scandal that could Mikhail Gorbachev to seek a constructive solution to
have unwound his presidency – the arms-for-hostages the problem of superpower instability.
exchange with Iran and the Nicaraguan Contras. The diaries confirm that Reagan possessed a rare
The main message from the diaries in today’s American political wisdom missing today. It propelled him to pur-
political environment is a lesson in who the real Ronald sue his broader goals, but always ensured he matched
Reagan was. Demoralised by their current plight under those goals to the political, military and economic
an unpopular president, American conservatives have resources available to him. If only Reagan’s would-be
revived the cult of Reagan, a saintly figure who defeated successors could be so wise.
communism and restored American pre-eminence To order this book at £24, see LR Bookshop on page 16
D AVID C ESARANI the new job at German Radio. This was no coincidence.
Correspondence showed that, far from having little to do
BLOOD RELATIONS with his siblings, Heinrich frequently helped them get
better jobs, bigger houses, and perks. They, in turn,
proved loyal and efficient servants of the Party.
T HE H IMMLER B ROTHERS : A G ERMAN Such cronyism is hardly surprising, and one wonders
FAMILY H ISTORY why the discovery that it applied equally well to her
★ family shocked Katrin so much. By contrast, the picture
By Katrin Himmler she paints of the family background and the brothers’
(Translated by Michael Mitchell) political formation is luminously informative. They were
(Macmillan 331pp £14.99) hardly misfits, failures, or sociopaths, and their gravita-
tion to the Nazis was typical of males in their social
WHEN SHE ASKED what grandpa Ernst did in the Third group and generation.
Reich, Katrin Himmler’s father used to tell her that he The Himmlers were Bavarian Catholics. The patriarch
was basically an apolitical man who was prodded into of the family, Gebhard Himmler, was the son of a minor
joining the Nazi Party by his elder brother, Heinrich, official who rose to become a tutor to the Bavarian royal
and took an innocuous job in German radio. Apart from family and headmaster of a prestigious school. His sons,
that, Heinrich, the powerful head of the SS, had little to Gebhard, Heinr ich, and Er nst, were raised in a
do with his brothers. For a long time this explanation respectable, prosperous family and taught the values of
‘sounded plausible’. ‘Industry, devotion to duty, pure morals, obedience’.
Then, in 1997, Katrin’s father asked her to look at the Gebhard senior also imbued them with German
Nazi Party files that had recently been returned to nationalism. So Germany’s defeat in the Great War
Germany by the Americans. For reasons she does not came as a crushing blow: ‘The Himmler family’s world
quite explain, he wanted to see if they shed light on collapsed.’ At odds with the new dispensation, both
what his father and uncle got up to while their brother Gebhard and Heinrich joined right-wing militias and
was achieving notoriety. Katrin quickly discovered that participated in the suppression of the Bavarian Red
the ‘plausible’ version was full of cracks. Republic in 1919. Diaries and correspondence from
Her grandfather had joined the Nazi Party in this period show that the entire family rejected the
November 1931, well before Heinrich became eminent Weimar Republic and, with varying degrees of vehe-
enough to inspire or bully his brothers into signing on. mence, subscribed to anti-Bolshevism, anti-Semitism,
Ernst joined the SS two years later, just when he landed and racial thinking.
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EAST END CHRONICLES Evangeline farting like a trooper to establish a bond with
her patients, the cruelly Amazonian but dogged Camilla
Fortescue-Cholmeley-Browne (‘just call me Chummy’) –
C ALL THE M IDWIFE : A T RUE S TORY OF THE one is soon caring almost ridiculously much about these
E AST E ND IN THE 1950 S and the others.
★ At the heart of the memoir, though, are the pregnant
By Jennifer Worth women themselves. ‘Pale and haggard’ Molly, living in
(Weidenfeld & Nicolson 340pp £12.99) squalor with a brute of a husband, has her third child at
the age of nineteen; vulgar, brassy Lil, at the antenatal
FAMILY AND K INSHIP IN E AST L ONDON clinic in the church hall for her thirteenth pregnancy,
★
turns out on a home visit (at Stepney’s notorious
By Michael Young and Peter Willmott Peabody Buildings) to have syphilis, but is, the previously
(Penguin Books 210pp £9.99)
censorious Worth belatedly realises, a ‘heroine’ cheerfully
and uncomplainingly keeping her family together in
THE PUBLISHER’S HYPE for Call the Midwife does Jennifer appalling conditions; and, especially poignant, a fifteen-
Worth few favours. ‘Appeals to the huge market for nos- year-old Irish girl, Mary, fleeing from prostitution in
talgia … Jennifer is a natural-born storyteller. She’ll be Cable Street, is eventually almost destroyed by being for-
perfect for publicity … Misery memoir meets a fascinat- bidden to keep her baby. There is also a trilogy of ‘Of
ing slice of social history.’ Increasingly convinced that Mixed Descent’ chapters, in each case turning on the
sentimentality is the bane of writing about the recent mother’s fears about the colour of the baby and in each
past, I approached her book with distinct misgivings. case with a twist as good as any O Henry story.
I could hardly have been more Perhaps the most memorable of
wrong. Worth is indeed a natural all the mothers barely speaks a
storyteller – in the best sense of word of English. The ‘proud and
the term, with apparent artlessness beautiful’ Conchita, married to
in fact concealing high art – and the resourceful, talkative and lov-
her detailed account of being a ing Len, is Spanish, and on her
midwife in London’s East End twenty-fourth baby when we first
during the early 1950s is gripping, meet her. The delivery is fine, but
moving and convincing from a year or so later things are far
beginning to end. One knows in more dramatic when number
one’s bones whether one trusts an twenty-five coincides with a fear-
author, and I felt I could trust her, some London smog. Worth as
fortified by passing references to usual does not spare us the gory
Austen and Trollope. Call the details as ‘water, blood, foetus, pla-
Midwife is apparently the first in a centa’ all spill out at once, leaving
trilogy, and it will be fascinating to a tiny, premature baby of less than
see what follows. two pounds. An ambulance from
Jenny Lee is unmarried, middle- Great Ormond Street Hospital
class and in her early twenties when eventually struggles through the
in 1950 she starts work in Poplar at smog, but Conchita refuses to let
a convent of the Midwives of St the baby be taken away. ‘He’ll stop
Raymund Nonnatus, her pseudo- ’ere with us, and he’ll be chris-
nym for an order of Anglican nuns tened an’ if he dies, he’ll have a
devoted to bringing safer childbirth The Docklands: as it once was Christian burial,’ says the equally
to the poor – at a time when home obdurate Len. ‘But he’s not goin’
births were still overwhelmingly the norm. Worth herself is nowhere without ’is mother’s consent.’ Happily, the baby
not a believer, but by the end of the book things are start- lives and flourishes. ‘He had the warmth, the touch, the
ing to stir, so impressed has she been by the personal exam- softness, the smell, the moisture of his mother,’ Worth
ple of the nuns and the power of prayer. There are reflects afterwards. ‘He heard her heartbeat and her voice.
moments in the convent’s warm, human, often funny daily He had her milk. Above all he had her love.’
life that are reminiscent of Richard Gordon’s Doctor in the Call the Midwife is also a powerful evocation of a long-
House, though with more depth of characterisation. The gone world. Worth portrays grim, filthy, overcrowded
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tenements, with washing perpetually flapping in the inner has had its sociological critics – mainly from the jealous
courtyard (despite the near-total absence of sunlight) and groves of academe; but this humane, pioneering study
women lugging huge prams up and down stone steps; of Bethnal Green in the mid-1950s, especially the all-
employment dominated by the docks, still very much a pervasive role of the extended family, still reads wonderfully
closed-shop affair and endlessly disputatious; marriages well, above all through its almost novelistic use of first-
where ‘rough indifference’ between husband and wife was person testimony. Kate Gavron and Geoff Mulgan, in their
(in public anyway) the norm; frequent pub brawls and stimulating introduction, point to how Young and
street fights, even knifings, yet an underlying decency that Willmott warned that ‘policies to relocate and scatter
meant no old people lived in fear of being mugged; and an existing communities to new blocks of flats and housing
almost complete lack of interest in life beyond the East on the edge of big cities were deeply flawed’ – and add
End, even beyond the next street, so that ‘other people’s that now ‘many cities around the world are repeating pre-
business was the primary topic of conversation – for most cisely the same mistakes’. Whatever the respective merits
it was the only interest, the only amusement or diversion’. of high density and dispersal, in the end there is no intel-
It was in every sense a world of its own – not necessarily lectual substitute for patient, empirical, non-judgemental
typical of working-class Britain as a whole – and in Worth observation, not least of how families really function and
it has surely found one of its best chroniclers. how they really interact with the rest of society. It is about
Coincidentally, her book appears hard on the heels of a time that the high-minded, modern-minded, big-picture
new edition of Michael Young and Peter Willmott’s wide- planners, policy-makers, opinion-formers and ‘activators’
ly acknowledged classic, Family and Kinship in East London, generally had the humility to recognise that.
first published exactly half a century ago. Over the years it To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 16
J ONATHAN M IRSKY on the secret instructions of three men, one of whom was
George Washington.
CREATION MYTH I also believed that the huge painting hanging in the
Capitol Rotunda in Washington DC really depicts the sign-
ers, on 4 July 1776, of the Declaration of Independence.
T HE F OURTH OF J ULY AND THE F OUNDING And I believed that the original Liberty Bell that hangs in
OF A MERICA Philadelphia, with its celebrated crack, was rung on 4 July
★ 1776 to ‘proclaim liberty throughout the land’.
By Peter de Bolla Well, maybe Yes to Betsy Ross, but absolutely No to
(Profile Books 195pp £15.99) the painting and the Bell. I dare even the creationists to
challenge what Peter de Bolla has laid out here, as part of
MILLIONS OF AMERICANS insist that the earth was created a series from Profile Books that includes Et Tu Brute and
on a particular day thousands of years ago, that evolution Why Alfred Burned the Cakes. But while I bet few have
is rubbish, and that the Bible is the literal truth. But even ever imagined that Caesar actually said ‘Et tu, Brute’, the
haters of Darwin, who may include President Bush, Fourth of July debunking must undermine the convictions
would be surprised by the central contentions in The of many otherwise sceptical people – like me.
Fourth of July and the Founding of America. I was brought up According to De Bolla, who generously shows in his
in America, and every week in school, with my right notes that his main conclusions have long been known to
hand over my heart, I pledged American historians, ‘The
allegiance to the flag. Of story of the Fourth of July
course I sniggered at the presents a supreme fiction.
‘Guidelines for Displaying the That the nation came into
Flag’, which stipulate that the being on a particular day in
flag must never touch any- 1776.’ He makes this point
thing beneath it, and that often, sometimes in that
worn or soiled flags must be coded language so dear to
‘destroyed in a dignified man- some scholars. For instance:
ner, preferably by burning’. the belief that attracts so
But like the Darwin-bashers I many Americans, for whom
assumed that the first their independence is sacred,
Amer ican flag had been he describes as ‘not a meta-
designed and stitched in 1777 physics but what might be
by a simple Amer ican called an apodictic declaratory
woman, Betsy Ross, acting Portrait of a non-event act’. Apodictic, I find, just
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“Wherever they go they
raise the roof - the
sheer joy flooding
across the footlights
means ‘clearly explained’. is irresistible”
Never mind: here are De Bolla’s big points. The artist TIME OUT
John Trumbull began his studies for the great painting of
‘the signers’ in Paris in 1785, and finished it in 1818.
Thomas Jefferson, who advised Trumbull and was, of
course, a key figure in the painting, ‘misremembered
many of the details’. No one signed on the 4th. When
they did sign, days later, they never came together to do
it. The agreement to publicise the Declaration was made
on 2 July, the day a local printer was instructed to print
the text. And, De Bolla claims, the decisions to call for
independence probably began in June. Jefferson seems to
have been the man who, in 1819, alleged the signing
had occurred on the 4th. De Bolla calls this, somewhat
awkwardly, the ‘punctual moment that never was’. For
Photo of Clifton Brown by Andrew Eccles
years, he writes, fervent Republicans who adored the JUDITH JAMISON ARTISTIC DIRECTOR
French Revolution and Federalists who abhorred it Masazumi Chaya ASSOCIATE ARTISTIC DIRECTOR
quarrelled over the meaning of 4 July, and it was only in Seen by 21 million people in over 70 countries the legendary Ailey
1870 that federal legislation decreed that 4 July should company returns to Sadler's Wells for a limited season.
be a national holiday.
Betsy Ross’s role in creating a national flag was alleged Tue 4 - Sat 15 September
in 1870 in a speech by her grandson, William Canby. London engagement supported by
down, and recast – twice. This third bell also cracked. La Veillée des Abysses
The myth holds that it was rung on 4 July 1776. It
wasn’t. And it was not called the Liberty Bell until 1839.
The sound of the bell, on the rare occasions it was
struck, was ‘tinny and unimpressive’. It has not been
struck since 1846. One and a half million people visit it TUE 30 OCT
every year. As De Bolla says of such American stories, - SAT 10 NOV
‘the foundations … lie in the playful enjoyment of fabu-
lation’. Fabulation? Come come. Until I read this book
I thought the stories not only made sense but were true.
I’m glad to know the facts, but I have to say that Peter
de Bolla could have said all this in about twenty pages.
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P ETER J ONES Rhine–Danube frontier since the first century AD, but
Rome itself had not attempted to deal with the threat by
THE TROUBLE WITH GOTHS conquering the country because (like Scotland then and
now) there was no advantage in it. So Rome attempted
to deal practically with the problem, resisting some
T HE DAY OF THE B ARBARIANS : T HE F IRST invaders, accepting others. This could have gone on for
B ATTLE IN THE FALL OF THE ROMAN E MPIRE ever, but in 376 came the turning point for Rome: the
★ Huns, a ferocious Mongolian nomadic people, attacked
By Alessandro Barbero from the east, driving hordes of panic-stricken Goths
(Translated by John Cullen) into the eastern Roman empire. Two factors made this
(Atlantic Books 192pp £17.99) incursion, ultimately, irresistible: the sheer numbers of
barbarians coming in over the ensuing years, and their
IT IS ALWAYS instructive to speculate on why any particular realisation that, unified, their otherwise scattered tribes
book should be produced at any particular time. There must could take on the Roman army successfully.
be some reason, for example, why the fall of the Roman At first the Goths driven over the Danube by the Huns
Empire is currently of such interest, and one contributing were allowed to settle under Roman supervision. But gen-
factor must surely be the parallels between the problem that eral bad faith and incompetence led to rebellion, and the
the empire faced and which eventually brought it down – catastrophic Roman defeat at Adrianople was the result –
massive, uncontrollable immigration – and the present the worst disaster since Hannibal wiped out Roman forces
situation in the EU; they are too good to miss. at Cannae in 216 BC, judged the historian Ammianus.
Not that Alessandro Barbero, who teaches medieval But was it a great turning point, as Barbero argues? It
studies at the University of Piemonte Orientale, draws was certainly significant, since the new eastern emperor
attention to the comparison. His is simply a narrative his- Theodosius had to rebuild his army from scratch, and the
tory, on the lines of Peter Heather’s brilliant The Fall of the Goths could now do, effectively, whatever they liked.
Roman Empire, though much narrower in scope. His focus But it was never going to be as easy as that, for three rea-
is the build-up to and after math of the battle of sons. First, the Gothic army at this time numbered, per-
Adrianople (AD 368), at which an army of Goths under haps, 50,000 out of 200,000 people, the Roman army,
their leader Fritigern wiped out a complete Roman army, across an empire of 70 million, about 500,000; second,
killing in the process the eastern Roman emperor Valens. they had no experience of building or laying siege to
This disaster, Barbero suggests, represented a turning towns, so could never defend themselves properly or get
point in the balance of power between Germanic immi- regular access to weapons and supplies (after Adrianople
grants/invaders and Rome and led, ultimately, to the end they marched straight on Constantinople, took one look
of the empire in the west. And a cracking tale it is too, at its mighty walls, shrugged their shoulders and depart-
well researched and beautifully paced. ed); and third, they could feed themselves only off the
As today, foreign immigration into the Europe of Rome land, and therefore had to spend most of their time
brought with it certain benefits, in particular new recruits roaming the country foraging.
into the Roman army. Ultimately, force was the means by The result was that Adrianople was a Pearl Harbor
which the huge empire – stretching from Iraq in the east moment: an absolute disaster, but never a foretaste of
to Britain in the west, and from the Rhine–Danube in the total military defeat. Negotiations eventually resolved
north to North Africa and Egypt in the south – was kept the situation: peace was agreed in 382, the Goths given
together, and Rome could never get enough manpower. settlements, the Roman army remanned and order re-
German immigrants were only too happy to oblige. Here established. Not every Roman was happy – arguments
was a steady career, with the possibility of advancement about letting immigrants/barbarians in were as heated
through the ranks and, if one reached the upper echelons, then as now – but it was to be many years before Rome
political power as well, in (arguably) the longest surviving, lost the capacity to compel. That it did so was not down
most successful and (broadly) beneficial empire the world to any particular defeat in any particular battle but to the
has ever seen. Its benefits can be gauged from the conse- long drawn out process of negotiating settlements with
quences of its collapse: when Rome lost power in the west barbarian groups in such terms as to deprive Rome of
and the empire split into numerous small, autonomous taxes, and remitting taxes on lands ravaged by barbarian
Germanic kingdoms, the highly developed economic, attack. Without taxes, Rome could not keep its army up
social, military and cultural infrastructure that went with it to size; without its army, it could not deal with those
folded completely, ushering in what could be said to be a who disobeyed it. In the end, the Roman Empire in the
European dark age that lasted for about two hundred years. west collapsed because, without fear of reprisals, no one
Goths and other Germanic peoples (barbarians) had needed to pay any attention to its commands any more.
been engaging sporadically with Rome over the To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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J ONATHAN S UMPTION
Necessitas non
TheHothouse
habet legem HaroldPinter
T HE F EARS OF H ENRY IV: T HE L IFE OF
At once chilling and deliriously
E NGLAND ’ S S ELF -M ADE K ING funny, Harold Pinter’s
★ The Hothouse was written
By Ian Mortimer in 1958 just before
(Jonathan Cape 480pp £18.99) The Caretaker.
THE GREAT DUKE of Marlborough, when asked what
was his authority for some historical statement, is said to
have answered: ‘Shakespeare, the only history of England
that I ever read.’ Shakespeare has cast a long shadow over
England’s late medieval history. Even today, when we
look for different things to admire in the great men of
the past, it is hard to think of Richard II or Henry V
except through the interpretations of Shakespeare and
the words that he gave them. If Henry IV seems emi-
nently forgettable by comparison, it is largely because
Shakespeare was not interested in him. Three of the plays FROM 11 JULY
cover the greater part of Henry’s public career. Yet
Philistines
Richard II is dominated by the complex and vulnerable
character of Richard himself. Bolingbroke appears in it as
a conventional man of action devoid of human interest,
the mere instrument by which Richard’s contradictions
destroyed him. In the two parts of Henry IV the principal
MaximGorky
characters are Hotspur and Henry of Monmouth, not
the King after whom the plays are named. He has reced-
ed into the background, a symbol of careworn kingship
with few great lines except in the famous scene when his
heir visits him on his deathbed. In a new version by Andrew Upton
The deposition of kings was a sensitive subject in
Elizabethan England, and Shakespeare’s discretion was no
doubt wise. Yet there is some justice in his portrait.
Before 1397 (when Richard II opens) Henry Bolingbroke Guardian, Sunday Telegraph, Financial Times, Time Out
had been one of the most admired men of his day. He
was charming and generous, a great horseman and ‘A rich vein of black comedy...
jouster, who had been on pilgrimage to Jerusalem and
fought with the Teutonic knights in Germany and a beautifully acted production.’
Independent
Poland. He matched the fourteenth century’s stereotype
of kingship far more closely than Richard ever had. He
was indeed the conventional man of action. Yet as King,
he never had the opportunity to be the crowned hero for
which his talents perhaps fitted him. His reign was over-
shadowed by disorder and rebellion, due largely to the
unresolved tensions generated by his usurpation of the
throne, as well as by the perennial financial problems of UNTIL 18 AUGUST
the Crown, and the mysterious wasting disease which
progressively disabled him in the last decade of his life.
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times to write the biography of Henry IV. The first was words: ‘We may well imagine...’.
that of Dr J H Wylie, a rather pedantic Victorian inspec- Mortimer’s treatment of the dispute between
tor of schools, whose four-volume work compiled most Bolingbroke and Richard II is perhaps the clearest illustra-
of the known facts, without ever really seeking to under- tion of the limitations of biography. Richard and Henry
stand them. J L Kirby’s competent and workmanlike life, were first cousins, who had been brought up together, an
published in 1970, is a trifle colourless, although a good experience which sowed the seeds of a lifelong antago-
deal better than one might gather from the rather ungra- nism. Richard loathed and distrusted many of the most
cious comments in Mortimer’s introduction. The most prominent noblemen of his realm, including Bolingbroke,
perceptive and readable account of the man and his reign, and at the end of his reign he worked to undo them.
although it is not really a biography, can be found in the Eventually, Bolingbroke struck back with the support of
brilliant lectures of K B McFarlane, the seminal figure in his fellow victims and dethroned him. It is a familiar story,
English late medieval studies, which were published in told here with style and dramatic effect. But was there no
1972 after his death. So where does Ian Mortimer fit in? more to it than that? Mortimer’s concentration on per-
He adopts most of McFarlane’s insights. But he also adds sonality obscures the fact that there were greater issues at
much of his own. He has made fuller and more effective stake than the feelings of these two men or indeed than
use than any other historian of the unpublished material the survival of either of them: issues of peace and war;
in the records of the Duchy of Lancaster. He has an issues of finance and governance; issues which survived to
instinctive sympathy for the men about whom he writes, disturb the peace for generations to come. Many of
a real understanding of the mentalities of late medieval Richard’s troubles were ultimately due to his attempt to
England, and a vivid historical imagination which lends make peace with France against the wishes of determined
colour and excitement to his pages, even if it sometimes vested interests among a part of the nobility, and to his
carr ies him well beyond the evidence. McFarlane assault on the great concentrations of aristocratic power in
observed in his lectures that if Shakespeare had focused on the north of England and the Welsh March and in
the personality of Henry IV, he would have come up Lancashire and the Midlands. These issues are certainly
with a more complex Macbeth. Mortimer has avowedly not dull. To contemporaries they were the stuff of poli-
set out to write about the more complex Macbeth that tics. Yet there is hardly an inkling of them in Mortimer’s
Shakespeare never gave us. tale of confrontation and derring-do. His account of one
Mortimer is a well-known advocate of biography as a of the most fascinating episodes of English history is all
route to historical understanding. The present book, about the clash of outsize egos.
coming after the author’s biographies of Roger Mortimer At least Mortimer resists the more extreme symptoms
Earl of March (no relation) and Edward III, is intended of hero-worship. He renounces the attempt to prove
to form part of a chain of lives through which he will tell that Henry was a nice man, at any rate once he had
the history of late medieval England. It exemplifies both embarked on his political career. It was just that his
the strengths and the weaknesses of the type. The advan- enemies were nastier. He accepts, for example, that
tage of biography is that it adds an immediacy to history Henry IV ordered the murder of his predecessor, but
by showing it through the experience of living people, excuses it on the ground that Richard had it coming to
with words, thoughts and emotions with which we can him. Necessitas non habet legem (‘necessity knows no
all empathise. The disadvantages are an inevitable ten- law’), as the new King minuted on a document in
dency towards speculation and hero-worship, and the 1403. The irony is that Richard, whom Mortimer
trivialisation of great issues by reducing them to the clash repeatedly castigates as ‘vicious’, could have cited the
of personalities. same maxim in defence of the tyranny of his last two
Like Aristotle’s force of nature, biographers abhor a vacu- years. It all depends on what one regards as necessary.
um. To achieve a continuous narrative, they are more or History has its own answer to that question. It is on the
less compelled to fill in the inevitable gaps with speculation. side of the winners. Richard’s problem was that he was
This is a particular problem in the Middle Ages, which has not a winner. Yet in terms of personality, vicious or
left few records of early lives, even of men born to great- not, he strikes one as uncannily like Henry VIII. The
ness. Almost nothing is known about Henry Bolingbroke Tudor King had the same self-obsession and narcissism,
before 1387, when he first emerged as one of the the same ruthless and duplicitous ways, was just as para-
Appellants who challenged the government of Richard II, noid about challenges to his authority and far more
except what can be gleaned from the accounts of his murderous in his suppression of them. Henry VIII has
household treasurer. Even what is known afterwards is gone down in history as a necessary evil, one of the
episodic and patchy. Unusually, Mortimer devotes about builders of the Br itish state. But then he had no
half his book to the period before Henry’s accession, which Bolingbroke to unseat him, and died in his bed. Of
is right in terms of its intrinsic interest and importance, but such things are reputations made.
requires him to write a lot of sentences beginning with the To order this book at £15.19, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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J ULIA K EAY since her death, and it is not clear why she felt it was
needed. No matter how carefully researched or how
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child and Margarethe found herself alone and broke. destroyed her.
Her only asset was her luscious, dark-haired beauty. Pat Shipman, a professor of anthropology at
Leaving strait-laced Den Haag for laissez-faire Paris, she Pennsylvania State University and a prize-winning sci-
reinvented her past, took lovers, joined a circus, changed ence writer, is strong on cultural and social tensions in
her name to Mata Hari and set herself up as an ‘exotic the Dutch East Indies and has an academic’s passion for
eastern dancer’. Soon all Paris was talking about ‘this statistics. We learn, for example, that 3.6 per cent of male
beautiful woman who has come to initiate us into the civilians over the age of nineteen in Sumatra in 1905
classical dances of her native Java’. ‘Unhampered by any were married, that 92 per cent of army officers were in
clothes,’ reported the breathless correspondent of La favour of keeping concubines, and that 14.4 per cent of
Presse, ‘Mata Hari does not only dance with her feet, men who did keep concubines were punished for drunk-
arms, eyes, mouth and crimson fingernails. Erect in her enness compared with 40.9 per cent of those who fre-
glorious nudity, Mata Hari dances with her whole body.’ quented prostitutes. Her insistence on reproducing every
For the best part of eight years ‘this beautiful woman’ shred of correspondence relating to Mata Hari that still
was the toast of Europe. But beauty is fragile and fashion exists, no matter how repetitive, likewise challenges her
fickle; a career based on these and little more could last readers’ powers of concentration. Her thoroughness is
only so long. Gaps started to appear in her social and commendable (and will surely discourage anyone tempt-
professional calendars. Rich lovers became harder to find, ed to write a seventh biography), but it is hard to see
as did prestigious commissions to perform. Addicted to such heavy-duty reportage delivering a coup de grâce to
excitement and seriously short of money, she blundered twinkle-toed fantasy.
naively into the murky world of espionage, and it To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 16
THE CRETAN LAWRENCE loyal Cretan guerrillas. The Germans called him the
Cretan Lawrence. Leigh Fermor describes him as giving
a ‘wonderful buccaneer and rakish impression’, due in
T HE R ASH A DVENTURER : A L IFE OF part to his having a glass eye. ‘His presence filled every-
J OHN P ENDLEBURY one with life and optimism and a feeling of fun.’
★ At school at Winchester and then at Pembroke,
By Imogen Grundon, with a Foreword by Patrick Leigh Fermor Cambridge, in the mid 1920s, Pendlebury was a cham-
(Libri 384pp £25) pion athlete. He competed in hurdles with Lord
Burghley, the inspiration for Chariots of Fire, and cleared
THE NAME JOHN PENDLEBURY will be familiar to admir- 6 foot in the high jump, ending up with a Blue for ath-
ers of Dilys Powell’s marvellous account of the Villa letics. Early on he developed a passion for Egyptology
Ariadne at Knossos, where for a while he was curator in and eagerly followed news of Bronze Age finds at
succession to Sir Arthur Evans. But the photograph on Mycenae, especially those with links to Egypt. That he
the jacket of this book shows him – inescapably English was also fascinated by the ideals of medieval chivalry
– proudly wearing a many-layered ancient Egyptian may sound bizarre, but one soon realises that it had a
necklace, acquired, as we learn, when he was director of bearing on his activities in Crete – on his version of
excavations at Tell el-Amarna, the city of Akhenaten himself (this time to cite Dilys Powell) as explorer, a fig-
and his wife Nefertiti. Amazingly he held both posts ure in continuing adventure; also on his willingness,
simultaneously, moving desire even, to drive himself
from one to the other, at to the point of exhaustion.
the age of twenty-five. He could drink hard, and
A foreword by Patr ick had a capacity for rough
Leigh Fermor is enough to Cretan wines that was no
suggest that here was a man hindrance to his being able
with a passion for Crete and to conquer the next moun-
Greece, most probably also tain range. He spoke Cretan
a war hero – and both turn dialects and loved wearing
out to be true. Pendlebury peasant costumes.
was killed a few days after Pendlebury met his future
the Ger man parachutists wife Hilda, somewhat older
had landed at Crete, but for but also an enthusiastic
long afterwards he remained walker and archaeologist,
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B RENDA M ADDOX
Perutz feared he would have to find a job in industry, but despite being plagued by ill-health from coeliac disease.
then the Medical Research Council provided funds to set Perutz was a good writer too. No one has put so
up a unit at the Cavendish Laboratory to study the mole- clearly the difference between artistic and scientific cre-
cular structure of biological systems. His ability shone ativity. Both activities rely on imagination, Perutz said,
through and grand papers on haemoglobin poured forth. but ‘while the artist is confined only by the prescriptions
He was made a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1954. imposed by himself and the culture surrounding him,
But Perutz was no saint: he could be churlish and bad- the scientist has Nature and his critical colleagues always
tempered. In 1958 a young (refugee) colleague, Michael looking over his shoulder’.
Rossman, raced ahead on the computer and saw what Ferry has captured her subject’s genial, uncompetitive
Perutz ought to have spotted: that haemoglobin looked personality well, and his constant love of mountaineer-
like four myoglobin molecules stuck together. When ing, skiing and rock-climbing. Her biography, with its
told of Rossman’s discovery, far from being exhilarated, long, detailed explanations of how X-ray crystallography
Perutz was incensed, and his face, according to Ferry, works, may have too much science for the general read-
‘darkened with fury’. But he went ahead and built a er. Scientific exposition, rather than narrative, is Ferry’s
three-dimensional molecule and got the Nobel Prize in forte, as evidenced by her fine 1998 biography of the
1962 anyway, ironically sharing it with his never-quite- crystallographer Dorothy Hodgkin.
comfortable colleague Kendrew. One is left wondering whether Perutz was a great man.
He suffered enduring embarrassment over an episode Crick (whose move from Cambridge to the Salk Institute
revealed in 1968 in James Watson’s brilliant, tactless book in California in 1976 saddened Perutz) said, perhaps
The Double Helix showing that in 1953 Perutz had unwit- unkindly, perhaps accurately, ‘Max was a plodder, but a
tingly played a part in the Watson–Crick discovery of the very persistent plodder, and he had considerable insight as
double helix of DNA. Perutz had been a member of the a result of his plodding.’ Perhaps. But Georgina Ferry
British Medical Research Council visiting committee makes clear that Perutz was happy, in his family, his sci-
which went to King’s College London in December 1952 ence, and in his mountain-climbing and skiing. He took
to inspect the work being done there. Each member left what life brought. His philosophy to the last was, ‘You
with a report summing up the research results of members never know.’
of the King’s biophysics laboratory. These included those To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 16
of Rosalind Franklin, who at King’s had done the best
work on measuring the structure of DNA crystals. All her
calculations were in the MRC report.
In Januar y 1953, Watson, then a brash young
American working with Francis Crick at the Cavendish
The Society of Authors
Laboratory in Cambridge, was shown an X-ray photo-
graph taken by Rosalind Franklin at King’s College
London, and saw that the DNA molecule exists in the The Olive Cook Award 2008
shape of a helix. He rushed back to Cambridge and told
Crick, who asked Perutz if they could see his copy of £1,000 for a short story
the MRC report.
Perutz handed it over. The pamphlet was not marked The author must have had at least one
confidential but neither was it expected to reach greedy short story accepted for publication.
rival eyes. One look at Franklin’s results told Crick that The story submitted may be published
DNA had two anti-parallel chains and that one went up or unpublished.
and the other went down. The chains came apart and
copied themselves: the secret of life. Once Watson had
revealed Perutz’s gift to them, Perutz never forgave him- Closing date 31 October 2007
self and spent years justifying his unthinking action in
helping two Cavendish colleagues scoop the discovery For full details and entry form write with SAE to:
ahead of their rivals at King’s. Awards Secretary,The Society of Authors, 84 Drayton
Fittingly, Perutz got his Nobel Prize in the same year Gardens, London SW10 9SB,
that Watson, Crick and Wilkins got theirs. And no one or
begrudged it him. He was a fine administrator: the first email: info@societyofauthors.org
chairman of the MRC’s Laboratory of Molecular Biology website: www.societyofauthors.org
at Cambridge, opened in 1962, and later the first chair-
man of the European Molecular Biology Organisation and
the man who arranged its funding. He achieved all this
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No surprise then that when he con- Schumann’s health was declining. His
fronted Wieck with the ghastly reality mental state became so erratic by
that he wished to make Clara Frau 1854 that he walked out in his dress-
Schumann, Wieck decided to leave no ing gown and slippers to a bridge
weapon unsheathed. He made them over the Rhine and threw his wed-
spend eighteen months apart, and that ding-ring into it. Worthen recounts
did not work. He took issue with in detail the hideous life in the asy-
Schumann’s financial predicament – lum, from which death manifestly
Clara was, by the age of eighteen, provided Schumann the proverbial
earning a reasonable living as a virtu- blessed release.
oso pianist, and her father manifestly This book is beautifully written and
did not want an undesirable such as meticulously researched and footnot-
Schumann leeching off her – and ed. But Schumann was a composer,
Schumann responded with what and here music is only ever incidental
turned out to be a wildly ambitious to the mental history of a troubled
claim about his own earning potential. man. John Worthen makes no claim
What Schumann could not counter otherwise: he says at the outset that
were Wieck’s ambitions for the cut he this will not be a work of musical
was going to rake in of his daughter’s analysis, and he is right. With the evi-
earnings, his rightful due, as he saw it, dence he presents, he has shown us
for all his years of hard work spent Robert and Clara: close harmony Schumann the man: Schumann the
turning her into the finest pianist in writer of music will have to be left to
Europe. So, even when Clara turned eighteen, her father someone else. Perhaps that is a fair division of labour,
would not hear of her becoming engaged to Schumann. though how one can entirely understand Schumann’s
Wieck threatened Clara with being disinherited, and psychology without linking it more directly to his main
tried other forms of moral and emotional blackmail. creative outpourings will be a mystery to many readers.
There then came a lower blow still. Schumann was trying To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 16
to break into the lucrative world of Viennese music, and
had for some years been assiduously cultivating contacts
there. Wieck feared this, for it might, if successful, give
Schumann the means to marry his daughter: so Wieck
wrote to some of the people in Vienna on whom
Schumann would be relying, badmouthing and generally
denigrating him. Schumann took Wieck to court, and the
court ordered that Wieck prove his slurs against Clara’s
suitor (under these attacks, Worthen shows, Schumann
started to write some of the finest music of his life, notably
Lieder, such as the Dichterliebe cycle). In July 1840
Wieck’s campaign finally failed; and on 12 September
1840 Robert and Clara finally married, in the absence of
her father, who was subsequently sent briefly to prison for
libel. As Worthen points out, it was an achievement of the
composer that he could have his father-in-law jailed while
retaining the undying love of his wife.
The Schumanns’ marriage, of only just over fifteen
years’ duration, provided eight children (Clara seemed
almost permanently to be pregnant). Although financially
stretched they regarded their offspring as a great blessing;
but life was a struggle. Whenever Clara was not with
child she was on a concert platform, maintaining their
cloudgatedance
standard of living; the great earnings from Schumann’s
music would mostly come after his death. They travelled
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D AVID E LLIS the most successful life story in Western culture was
written by that canny quartet of biographers, Matthew,
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‘spirituality’. This is an age in which knowledge of the Judaism, Christianity and Islam are to free themselves
Bible is becoming rare; there is no longer a common basis from ‘the danger of raging orthodoxies’, and to devise
of shared scriptural narrative which educated people can new canons of Scripture which will ‘moderate the reli-
recognise. Copies of the Bible are not usually found in the giously articulated hatred of our time’. There ‘are good
classroom, and ‘religious knowledge’, where it is imparted things and bad in the Bible’, Armstrong declares, and
at all in education, tends to follow the study of ethicist lit- the Bible should be interpreted by direct reference to
erature and television ‘docu-drama’. In place of orthodox the issues of the modern world. By what principles are
religion comes ‘spirituality’ – a derivative of individual the good things and the bad things to be differentiated?
sensation and concern about the state of everything. The It would seem they are self-evident in the moral sense of
ground is prepared by the demoralisation of the Christian the present times – a conclusion which surely involves
past. The reader will find, tucked away amidst the exegesis, some hazards. But in her antipathy to Fundamentalist
all the usual, and now conventional, assaults upon uses of Biblical texts she is on more secure ground, and
Christianity: for the Crusades (which ‘baptised violence’), is right to indicate that these practices are contrary to
for anti-Semitism (‘a thread of hatred runs through the much that occurred in preceding religious custom. She
New Testament’), for slavery and the slaves (to whom calls for ‘the principle of charity’ in understanding
Christianity was ‘grossly hypocritical’), and for ‘the diversity. It might well be applied to the events of the
Western destruction of the environment’. past as well as the present.
The favoured agenda for the future is clear too. To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 16
D AMIAN T HOMPSON Hindus, for example, do not recognise the linear concept
of time implicit in apocalyptic belief; nor is there any
OH LORD! close equivalent in Shinto, African religions or shaman-
ism. As for Judaism, apocalypse and the day of judgment
do not make an appearance until Daniel, the last book of
G OD I S N OT G REAT: T HE C ASE the Old Testament; they were almost certainly borrowed
AGAINST R ELIGION from Zoroastrianism, they sit uneasily with the teaching
★ of the Pentateuch and the prophets, and therefore they
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have never been embraced by rabbinical Judaism. Hitchens does, that the late and almost entirely fictional
Jesus of Nazareth, on the other hand, genuinely was an Gnostic Gospels are ‘of the same provenance and period’
apocalyptic prophet whose teachings about an impending as the canonical ones. Nor is it true that all four Gospels
Kingdom of Heaven was so threatening and difficult to were based on a possible lost book known as ‘Q’: that
interpret that the Church did the very opposite of what letter is used to signify only those passages in Matthew
Hitch claims, and ‘ceased to proclaim them’ as soon as and Luke that are not borrowed from Mark.
was decently possible. Not for nothing do we associate Hitchens thinks that the existence of the historical Jesus
Bible prophecy with sweaty televangelists sporting orange is disputed by scholars; it isn’t. And if Jesus was actually
hair-weaves: respectable Christianity long ago pushed born, he says, then ‘even the stoutest defenders of the
millenarian belief to the margins. There has not been a story now admit that it wasn’t until at least 4 AD’. Oh,
major apocalyptic panic in Christianity since 22 October for Christ’s sake – believers and non-believers are unani-
1844, when the followers of William Miller, a farmer mous in agreeing that Jesus couldn’t have been born later
from upstate New York, expected the Second Coming than 4 BC, because that was when Herod the Great died.
and suffered a ‘Great Disappointment’ when it didn’t hap- What about Hitchens’s main contention, that ‘religion
pen; Hitchens’s version of the story has them all gathering poisons everything’? I think it’s an unarguable point, not
on mountaintops to await the returning Jesus, a claim for because it is true, but because he does not bother to tell
which there is not a single contemporary source. us what he means by religion. A case against something
A section of God Is Not Great is devoted to the unreli- that you don’t attempt to define is not worth worrying
ability of the Gospel narratives. Fair enough: they are about – and certainly not worth taking offence at.
unreliable, in so far as they contradict each other, put God Is Not Great is Hitchens at Speakers’ Corner: an
words into Jesus’s mouth and were written decades after entertaining spectacle but also – given the shocking
the events they describe. But Hitchens is a fine one to carelessness of his research – an unexpectedly sad one.
talk, given that almost everything he tells us about the As a member of the cult of Hitch, I vote that we treat
New Testament is misleading. The four Gospels are the it like the Gnostic Gospels and quietly exclude it from
only records of Jesus based (very loosely in the case of the canon.
John) on eyewitness accounts; it is nonsense to state, as To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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7 Exam success I’m seeing regularly in text (6)
8 Good vegetables outside - Shandy’s were booked by
7 Sterne? (8)
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9 Comprehensive extra (4)
10 Play badly mistaking it for ‘Sturm’ (5)
9 12 English retreat in Paradise (4)
18 Watery with plenty of space, we hear (6)
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19 At university retain maintenance (6)
15 16 17 20 Bundle of money to secure release, it’s reported (4)
23 Part of book may be linked with chiller? (5)
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27 Sign top British sportsman (4)
28 Parable, one on the banks of the Nile according to
Mrs Malaprop (8)
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Thames & Hudson has generously decided to sponsor the prizes for this 5 The Spanish carry port up French river (5)
month’s crossword. Five winners will be selected from the correct puzzles 6 Ocean-going vessel? (5)
received by noon on July 12th 2007. Each will receive a copy of The 11 Weighty volume given to yours truly (4)
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HOW TO WRITE A HERO towards his mother, perhaps, but also a measure of the
ambivalent feelings he had about his authoritarian father.
The ambivalence of those feelings was compounded
JAMES FENIMORE COOPER: THE EARLY YEARS when ‘like his father’s other heirs … Cooper watched as
★ the large inheritance they had been promised simply
By Wayne Franklin evaporated’. His father’s estate proved to be so encum-
(Yale University Press 708pp £25) bered with legal claims that Cooper found himself
unable to live up to his social position. With increasing
IF ANY SINGLE person was the creator of the myth of urgency, he indulged in a series of speculative ventures –
the American West, it was James Fenimore Cooper. opening a general store with an incompetent cousin,
But he was far more than that. He was the founding buying a ship and fitting it out for a series of whaling
father of the American historical novel; he helped voyages – before hitting on the idea that writing and
develop and popularise such widely diverse literary self-publishing might be the answer. According to some
forms as the sea novel, the novel of manners, political accounts, Cooper was encouraged to try writing by his
satire, and the dynastic novel. He reflected, in all his wife. His first novel was begun, so the story goes, after
fiction, on themes and issues of vital concern to the he complained about an English novel he was reading
new republic: the destruction of the wilderness and the and was challenged by Susan to write something better.
American Indian in the name of ‘settlement’, the The outcome of that challenge was Precaution, a
competing priorities of freedom and social conventional novel of manners set in genteel
order, and the potential conflict between English society. So faithful was it to its
the creed of self-reliance and the need influences – Jane Austen, among them –
for a communal ethic. ‘Cooper set the that, when it was published anony-
ter ms of Amer ican dreaming,’ as mously in 1820, even British review-
Wayne Franklin puts it in this first ers were persuaded that the author
volume of a major new biography. was female and English.
Moreover, as Cooper struggled to Far better, and more indicative of
see his books into print at a time the direction Cooper’s literary
when the publishing industry was in career would take, was his second
its infancy, he helped establish the novel, The Spy: A Tale of the
material as well as the imaginative Neutral Ground (1821). Set in
foundations of American writing – Revolutionary New York State, on
not just the modes in which the ‘neutral ground’ of Westchester
American books might be written, County, its hero is Harvey Birch,
but also the means by which they who is supposed to be a Loyalist spy
could be produced, distributed and read. but is secretly in the service of General
In short, he stands at the beginning of Washington. Birch is faithful to the
American literature as both a great tradition Revolutionary cause but a convoluted plot
and a marketable commodity. reveals his emotional ties to some of the
Using archival mater ial previously Fenimore Cooper: self-published Loyalists. What the reader is presented
unavailable to biographers, Franklin traces with here is a character prototype that
the first thirty-six years of Cooper’s life, up to the Cooper learned from Sir Walter Scott and was to use in
moment of his departure with his family to Europe, his later fiction, notably in his portrait of Natty
where he was to find his international fame confirmed Bumppo, the hero of the Leather-Stocking tales. The
as ‘le grand écrivain américain’. Cooper grew up in hero is himself a ‘neutral ground’ to the extent that he,
Cooperstown, we learn, a frontier settlement established his actions and his allegiances provide an opportunity
by his father, Judge William Cooper. After his expulsion for opposing social forces to be brought into human
from Yale for a dangerous prank, he went to sea as a relationship with one another. The moral landscape he
sailor before the mast and then as a midshipman in the negotiates is a place of crisis and collision that are
US Navy. His naval career was cut short by two events: expressed in personal as well as social terms, as a func-
the death of William Cooper, which promised a life of tion of character as well as event.
genteel leisure for his heirs, and his betrothal to Susan With The Spy, Cooper had found his subject, the his-
De Lancey, whose condition for marrying him was that tory of his own country; and he had found a template
he leave the navy. It was then that he joined Fenimore, for his fiction, with the hero who wavers between
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opposing forces. He had also found success. Over the he hovers there, too, when Thoreau laments the
next few years he compounded that success with two destruction of the wilderness, or a later American
books that effectively invented the modern sea novel, writer such as Norman Mailer casts doubt on the unin-
The Pilot (1824) and The Red Rover (1827), and the first hibited exercise of freedom. The power of Cooper’s
three books in the Leather-Stocking series, The Pioneers frontier hero, in short, is that he incorporates the differ-
(1823), The Last of the Mohicans (1826) and The Prairie ent warring possibilities that constitute the founding
(1827). It was a remarkable feat, made all the more so myth of the nation. The figure of Natty Bumppo may
because, as Franklin shows, before 1826 Cooper had no have crept up on his creator almost unawares; there is
publishers as such. He produced his first books com- certainly no direct correlation between a well-read
pletely at his own risk, employing New York booksellers country gentleman and the illiterate scout he invented.
as his agents. The agents made all the practical arrange- But at the core of both the writer and his greatest
ments with paper suppliers, printers, binders, and fictional creation, as this magnificent biography shows,
wholesale and retail merchants: but they did none of the was an obsession with the immense promise, and equal-
editorial work that would normally be part of a publish- ly immense danger, of the democratic experiment. In
er’s role. Only when Cooper was about to embark for all his work, but particularly in his creation of Natty
Europe did he finally negotiate a deal with one of the Bumppo, Cooper returned compulsively to problems
nation’s pioneering publishers that placed him on more that were the driving force of the infant republic. They
solid ground, and it was a measure of his success that are the problems that still haunt America; and, for that
they paid him the princely sum of $5,000 for The Last of reason alone, both Cooper and this definitive account
the Mohicans. With that advance, Franklin suggests, of his early years deserve to be read.
‘“American literature” had been created as a cultural and To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 16
economic reality.’ More prosaically, although he was
never to enjoy complete financial security, Cooper was F RANCES W ILSON
at last beginning to keep the wolf from the door.
This first volume leaves Cooper at the earlier stages of
his lifelong struggle to establish not only his own finan-
cial and imaginative independence but also the cultural
HARDLY HUMAN
and intellectual independence of his country. No char- D EATH AND THE M AIDENS : FANNY
acter in his fiction was more crucial in that struggle WOLLSTONECRAFT AND THE S HELLEY C IRCLE
than the hero of the Leather-Stocking tales, Natty ★
Bumppo, an uneducated wilderness scout whose life By Janet Todd
from adolescence to old age is traced backwards and (Profile Books 304pp £17.99)
forwards over the course of the five Leather-Stocking
novels (the other two are The Pathfinder (1840) and The B EING S HELLEY: T HE P OET ’ S S EARCH
Deerslayer (1841)). What Cooper did, perhaps without FOR H IMSELF
realising it, was to write the epic of the American west- ★
ward movement. Natty Bumppo – also called Hawkeye, By Ann Wroe
Pathfinder and Deerslayer – gravitates towards the con- (Jonathan Cape 464pp £25)
dition of an American Adam during the course of the
Leather-Stocking series: in his allegiance to nature, in THERE IS A short story by Henry James called ‘The
his comradeship with another man (a Mohican called Pr ivate Life’, in which a celebrated wr iter, Clare
Chingachgook), in his virg inity (women are an Vawdrey, is invited to a weekend house party. His com-
uncharted territory for him), in his reliance on action pany, it turns out, is less illuminating than his writing
and instinct rather than thought and reasoning – and in and one evening, while Vawdrey is boring his fellow
his indebtedness not to education or convention but to guests downstairs, the narrator goes upstairs and sees
natural wisdom and morality. Natty stands at the start of through the author’s bedroom door, which is slightly
a long line of Western and other American heroes who ajar, that Vawdrey is also sitting at his desk, scribbling
are practical rather than intellectual, full of an innate away at his latest play. There are two Clare Vawdreys, it
and usually unspoken integrity, bold in their defence of transpires: the dreary public figure and the brilliant pri-
freedom – and possessed of a belief in themselves and vate writer, and Vawdrey inhabits, quite comfortably,
their own judgement that is only matched (a sceptical both parts at the same time.
European might say) by their inability to construct a Apart from the fact that Shelley was never thought a
coherent sentence. He hovers there, a familiar, guiding bore by anyone who knew him, the brilliant new
presence, whenever John Wayne – or George W Bush – biographies by Janet Todd and Ann Wroe give us,
invokes the special destiny, the mission of America; and respectively, the material being downstairs in company,
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and the ethereal creature upstairs with his pen. They are her own rootless existence …
approaches of which Shelley would approve: ‘The poet of not belonging where she
& the man’, he wrote, ‘are two different natures; though was.’ She had wr itten to
they exist together they may be unconscious of each Shelley the day before, asking
other, & incapable of deciding on each other’s powers & him to pay for her burial, but
effects by any reflex act.’ In Death and the Maidens, Janet even though he knew more
Todd describes the idealist whose Godwinian notions of than anyone else the reasons
sexual freedom managed to wreck the lives of those for her suicide, he thought it
women who were doomed to love him. In Being Shelley, more prudent to have Mary
Ann Wroe gives us an interior picture of what it was Wollstonecraft’s daughter
like to have poetic power. thrown in a pauper’s grave
Janet Todd takes as her focus not Shelley himself but where no one would question
his role in the suicide of Fanny Wollstonecraft/ her identity than to place her
Imlay/Godwin, illegitimate daughter of Mary under a stone. Two months
Wollstonecraft and her inconstant lover, Gilbert Imlay. later, Shelley’s heavily preg- Shelley: heartless
The least written-about member of the Godwin clan, nant wife, Harriet, drowned
Fanny was the first of Godwin’s young household to herself in the Serpentine.
meet Shelley when he ar r ived at the house in Ann Wroe makes no attempt to defend the poet; what
Somerstown, and the first to be dazzled by him. She was concerns her in Being Shelley is to understand her subject
no doubt in love with him, not only because most from the inside rather than place him in a moral con-
women Shelley met fell in love with him, but because he text, and taking responsibility for his effect on people
spoke to her as no one had done before. What Todd like Fanny was not part of being Shelley. Wroe describes
pulls off in this gripping and heartbreaking book is an her book as ‘an adventure story of Shelley’s search to
understanding of what it was like ‘Being Fanny’, a girl discover, in his words, “whence I came, and where I am,
‘disgracefully brought into the world’ (as one publication and why”’. The task she sets herself seems dauntingly
put it), whose notorious mother had died after giving difficult: to write a biography in which there is no
birth to Fanny’s legitimate sister Mary, whose feckless chronology, no linear narrative, no political context; to
father Fanny had never known, who lived with her path- give us Shelley not only in his own words but – take a
blazing stepfather, William Godwin, and his ghastly new sharp intake of breath – through the elements of earth,
wife, Mary Jane Clairmont, along with her two children water, air and fire.
and the child Godwin and Mary Jane then had together. What initially saves Being Shelley from becoming a
It was a household in which, as Fanny’s half-sister Claire journey into a basement of scented candles and kaftans is
Clairmont later put it, ‘If you cannot write an epic that the structure works: once you have read the book,
poem, or a novel that by originality knocks all other it makes perfect sense to think of Shelley in terms of the
novels on the head, you are a despicable creature not elements and to read his life as a series of themes rather
worth acknowledging.’ Not only did Fanny never write a than events. Water, in which he would eventually
poem or a book, but she was also the only child in the drown, obsessed him; the poet, he believed, lived on
family without a parent of her own, and the only one of light and air; earth was where he came from; and flames
the girls not invited to run off with Shelley into the mar- burned through his poems long before they cremated his
vellous philosophical world he kept talking about. ‘Her dead body, leaving only his heart for Mary to take back
emotions were deep when she heard the sad fate of the to England. But the other reasons why Ann Wroe is
two girls. She cannot get over it,’ her stepmother wrote able to pull off such a feat are that she is a marvellous
of the morning Fanny heard that Shelley had absconded and poetic writer herself, and because she has an uncan-
with Mary and Claire. Mrs Godwin had, as usual, missed ny grasp of Shelley’s metaphysical thought. Like a
the point of Fanny’s reaction; it was her own fate and not method actor, she has worked her way into her troubled
that of her sisters which seemed sad to her. subject and merged her voice with his.
From being the child so lovingly described in her Read together, Death and the Maidens and Being
mother’s Letters from Sweden, Fanny became the Shelley give a good idea of what it was like to know
Cinderella of Godwin’s house, the hard-working and Shelley and what it was like to be him, and how vertig-
loyal daughter left behind while her sisters went to the inously divided is the man who suffers – or in this case,
ball. Her exclusion from the Shelley ménage eventually makes other people suffer – from the mind which cre-
led to her journey to Swansea, where she took a room ates. Read separately, they provide utterly convincing
in an inn and swallowed enough laudanum to kill her. readings of the poet who said of himself, ‘I fear that I
‘Death in a staging place,’ Janet Todd writes, ‘simply en am hardly human’.
route to somewhere else, fits … with Fanny’s sense of To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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C HARLES E LLIOTT reading A la recherche, that Proust and Joyce both copied
their books from her Making of Americans; Jean Cocteau’s
LETTERS FROM AMERICA taking Laughlin to lunch at the Grand Véfours in the
Palais-Royal, where he ‘explained clearly all about flying
saucers. He understood mechanical things. He would
T HE WAY I T WASN ’ T: F ROM THE F ILES OF advise me. He was amiable’; W C Williams on T S Eliot:
J AMES L AUGHLIN ‘I distrust that bastard more than any writer I know in the
★ world today. He can write, granted, but it’s like walking
Edited by Barbara Epler and Daniel Javitch into a church to me’; ‘There was not much “gracious liv-
(New Directions 344pp $45) ing” in Pittsburgh, where at one house the butler passed
chewing gum on a silver salver after the coffee’; Ezra
C OUNTERPOINTS : 25 Y EARS OF T HE N EW Pound’s tennis tactics, which were ‘based on force, not
C RITERION ON C ULTURE AND THE A RTS speed. He would position himself at half-court, scowling
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fiercely at his opponents, and wait to unleash a powerful
Edited by Roger Kimball and Hilton Kramer full-body-pivot forehand which was quite unreturnable’;
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how and why New Directions turned down Lolita.
It’s possible that Laughlin might have been able to
The Way It Wasn’t is a very strange object. Grossly over- transform this debris into a proper autobiography. He
produced, printed on glossy stock so heavy it could be could, after all, write; he had several volumes of poetry,
used to shingle a house, filled with gulfs of white space essays and stories published, and not just by his own
amid a disorienting collection of typefaces, snapshots, press. And even in its fragmentary state the material does
reproduced documents and book jackets, it seems to be convey some sense of what the man was like, although
a gesture towards new-style autobiography (or, as James the picture is not especially flattering. It is necessary to
Laughlin was wont to call it, ‘auto- keep reminding oneself of what he
bug-offery’). With all due respect to a achieved, against considerable odds
man who published many of the most over a long period, on behalf of the
important books of his time, spend- avant-garde in American letters.
ing a good part of his considerable Needless to say, there is no men-
fortune in the process, The Way It tion of Laughlin or New Directions
Wasn’t might better be classed as the in Counterpoints, an anthology cele-
giblets of a memoir. brating twenty-five years of the
We shouldn’t blame Laughlin. He right-wing intellectual monthly The
may have been a spoiled rich kid – heir New Criterion. Founded in emulation
to a Pittsburgh steel fortune, educated of T S Eliot’s Criterion, it is the flag-
at Choate and Harvard – but in his bearer for a peculiarly Amer ican
sixty years of running New Directions, brand of highbrow conservatism,
which brought into the world writers marching in defence of ‘true judge-
ranging from Vladimir Nabokov to ment’ in the face of horrors like
Ezra Pound, Tennessee Williams to postmodernism and other forms of
William Carlos Williams, Dylan radicalism. What this means in prac-
Thomas to the Beats, he proved more tice can be seen in the essays the edi-
than adequately that he was a man of tors have chosen to include here,
taste and proportion. The present col- which span the gamut from Robert
location is the work of his son-in-law Bork (the man who was famously
and the editor-in-chief of New Laughlin: avant-garde tur ned down for a seat on the
Directions, who apparently discerned Supreme Court) on judicial activism
potential in the heap of bits and pieces Laughlin left and Roger Scruton on Enoch Powell, to Hilton Kramer
behind without completing his autobiography when he (one of the founding editors) on the death of abstract art
died at eighty-three in 1997. In this they were more or less and Gertrude Himmelfarb on why Lord Acton deserves
wrong, because most of what they offer here – quotes, our admiration. There are rehabilitations of F R Leavis,
fragments from letters, some diary entries – would have John Buchan and Simon Raven, and a few totally pre-
done better to stay in the files. When it’s not mysterious dictable demolition jobs on such despicable characters as
out of context, it’s banal in. There are, however, some nice Noam Chomsky and Eric Hobsbawm. The tone is gen-
moments. Here are a few: Gertrude Stein’s conviction, erally serious, occasionally sour, and speaks mainly to
expressed heatedly to Laughlin when she caught him the converted.
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way Wintermans manages to fit most of them into the Catholicism, and become a rabid moral conservative and
back of this book, along with his copious notes (the biog- law-suit addict. It may be the case, as Wilde said, that all
raphy itself, which proceeds at breakneck speed, occupies a women grow up like their mothers, but Douglas was in
mere 170 pages). Moreover, in several cases, Douglas’s staid, serious danger of turning into his father. The most unex-
stately verse seems to ask to be assessed in the context of pected pleasure provided by this unusual biography is the
the affair for which he is remembered. In ‘The Dead Poet’, sketch it gives of its subject’s final years, as – to everyone’s
for example (a sonnet composed in ‘Paris, 1900–1901’), he surprise – he mellowed into a curiously detached, avuncu-
describes having a premonition of the death of a great lar figure, befriended by the likes of John Betjeman and
writer, whose ‘golden voice’ could ‘conjure wonder out of Wyndham Lewis. The former described Douglas as ‘a
emptiness’. No prizes for guessing who he’s referring to. vastly entertaining man who gave one a sense of holiday
And when Douglas, like Wilde, ended up in gaol (for and exaltation whenever one was in his company’; the lat-
libelling Winston Churchill), he, like Wilde, decided to ter remembered that nothing made the once irascible
pass the time writing about the experience. Wilde had nobleman lose his cool, ‘except the poetry of Mr T S
called his work De Profundis. So what did Douglas choose Eliot’. Once you have learned that his wife, with whom
as the title for his sonnet-sequence inspired by prison life? he had been reconciled, predeceased him by a year, that
In Excelsis – a kind of snide riposte, surely, to Wilde’s mel- his son fell prey to schizophrenia, and that Douglas himself
lifluous apologia. died peacefully in his sleep on the morning of 20 March
The six-month term Douglas served in Wormwood 1945, you really do know more or less everything you
Scrubs in 1924 was the low point of his life. His wife, and need to about the life of Oscar Wilde’s lover, post-Wilde.
his looks, had left him. The various magazines he had That said, you might be interested to have a quick look at
worked for had either folded or found someone else to ‘The Dead Poet’. It isn’t at all bad.
edit them. He had disowned his son, converted to Roman To order this book at £15.96, see LR Bookshop on page 16
W ILLIAM P ALMER Luxembourg, the dance hall, and the record shop. The
countryside had not yet been dismantled fully and the
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like murder, will out.’ University. Sutherland chose instead, in the dying days
John suffered also the usual depredatory raids by adults of National Service, to join the Army. He ended up as a
on children: circumcision, tonsillectomy, sadistic and second lieutenant in the Suffolks doing guard duty at
incompetent dentistry, and a single sexual molestation. Spandau prison in Berlin. Here again, mess life was very
Although he was spared the horrors of diphtheria, scarlet much on the boozy side. By one of those ludicrously
fever, and polio, there were other afflictions that seem now recurring ironies of life, he found when he left that all
to have disappeared from modern life: cold and hunger. that was on offer was that same place at Leicester.
Worse than any of these was his evacuation to Edinburgh In the summer before joining his course, Sutherland
after the last German bombing raids on London, as his worked as a manual labourer laying rails. His account of
mother went off to Argentina with Uncle Ham. his work makes up one of the most valuable parts of the
In the junior preparatory department of Colchester book. Such work, he says, is literally ‘back-breaking’. As
Grammar School, Sutherland first fell in love – with the one of the Poles he worked with said scathingly, ‘This is
Victorian novel. He read omnivorously: Ainsworth’s Old not a job for children.’
Saint Paul’s, Blackmore’s Lorna Doone, Captain Marryat, And so, on to Leicester University – with a bit more life
Biggles, William, and the Wizard, Hotspur, and Rover, under his belt than most students had racked up and an
rightly named ‘boys’ papers’ until they became increasing- intense and often bitter recognition of the social vindic-
ly pictorial and turned into comics and died in the 1960s. tiveness and waste of the British class system. The penulti-
Liz returned three years later, clad in a chinchilla fur, mate chapter is a fast-forward through academic jobs at
tanned, and most unlike the average Colchester lady. He Edinburgh, and UCL, and through rivers of drink. The
compares her to a character in a Patrick Hamilton novel, Afterword is a harsh and unself-pitying examination of his
which is not very flattering when we think of Netta in alcoholism, from which he emerged after thirty years.
Hangover Square or Jenny in The Midnight Bell. This is, at the least, a most entertaining book. At its
The ten-shilling notes his mother left for him financed best it brings to life the world through which its author
Sutherland’s adolescence. Jazz and books were constant has lived, a rueful survivor, admitting that we have
companions, joined, early on, by booze. He became and hardly worked or suffered at all when compared with
remained a very heavy drinker. It took its toll early. Poor our forebears.
exam results elicited the offer only of a place at Leicester To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 16
LETTERS
B LOOD R IVER though Blood River explained I am British born and was
Sir, sent to Johannesburg as a reporter, your reviewer said I
Of course – unfortunate but true – we all make mis- am a ‘product of Johannesburg and presumably of part-
takes, and if any factual errors are in my book, Blood settler inheritance’.
River: A Journey to Africa’s Broken Heart (LR, June) then I Yours faithfully,
am responsible and will make sure my publisher corrects Tim Butcher
them. But I believe your readers should be aware of the Middle East Correspondent, The Daily Telegraph
factual mistakes made by your reviewer, Tom Stacey.
He got his dates wrong. Mobutu fell in 1997, not 1994. WIDE THIGHS
Independence came to the Belgian Congo in 1960 on 30 Sir,
June, not 1 July (a fact commemorated by ‘Boulevard 30 No translation was given of A E Housman’s letter in
June’ in the country’s capital). I crossed the Congo in Paul Johnson’s review (LR, June), so I thought that, fol-
2004, not 2002. And your reviewer’s dates for Stanley’s lowing on William Goodman’s letter in the same issue
Congo expedition in 1876–77 were both out by a month. about Bad Sex, non-Classically-inclined readers might
As for the errors your reviewer attributes to me, a few are like to have one available: ‘I have never been able to
debatable and the remainder are not errors at all. He said I stomach “big” [magni], because culus is “rectum”
was wrong to write ‘within a year of 1958’ the Congo was at [proktos], not “thigh”, and there seems to be little point
war when, in fact, the violent civil unrest that caused in accusing the lady of “having a wide rectum”
Belgium to leave the Congo began in 1959. He said Conrad [euruproktia].’
‘never rose to be skipper’ of a boat on the Congo River A E Housman didn’t know all the circumstances; there
when, in fact, he was given command in 1890 of a steam- might well be a reason.
boat, the Roi Des Belges, after its original skipper fell sick. Yours faithfully,
And there was also an incorrect and inexplicable pre- H J S Whitfield
sumption about my South African connections – even St Ives.
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earth, and even as a piece of Christian utopianism, it was the disasters of the world stem from one flaw in human
heretical – God’s reign on earth is to come at a time of nature? Human beings all end up dead, but they do not
His choosing, not that of Dick Cheney and Donald all die of a fatal something called death; the world is
Rumsfeld. If there is anything to be said against Gray’s sadly full of political disasters, as also of larger and
attack on the so-called neo-conservatives – so-called smaller successes, but it is not obvious that they all stem
because, as he says, there is nothing conservative about from the taste for apocalypse, as distinct from assorted
their millenarian aspirations – it is that it is too easy with miscalculations. Nor can Gray himself quite believe
hindsight to see that the combination of an intoxication some of his larger claims; after all, if we were such hap-
with American military power and an astonishing inno- less victims of the utopian – or dystopian – impulse as
cence about the realities of utterly different societies was he sometimes implies, we would be hard put to it to
a recipe for the disasters we have seen. follow the eminently sensible advice he offers about
Still, one ends Black Mass with the anxiety that works how to avoid the disasters he describes.
of this sort always induce. Why should we think that all To order this book at £15.19, see LR Bookshop on page 16
G RAHAM S TEWART strikes, and regime change. But the prospects for democ-
racy’s making a better world are not as obvious as ‘the
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A LEXANDER M ASTERS come equations called the quintic, sextic, heptic, etc etc.
Why should it ever stop? Why should anyone but the
IGUM AND IGIBUM very peculiar – or those who live in the fifth, sixth and
seventh dimensions – bother? Because equations with
these sorts of terms crop up all the time in physics, and
U NKNOWN Q UANTITY: A R EAL AND in finance and computing and making car engines and
I MAGINED H ISTORY OF A LGEBRA aeroplanes and, no doubt, the assembly lines needed to
★ produce this copy of Literary Review and the knife and
By John Derbyshire fork with which you ate your breakfast. Mathematicians
(Atlantic Books 382pp £22) pursue algebraic results for the fun of the chase, in the
same way that commuters pursue sudoku puzzles; the
JOHN DERBYSHIRE’s Unknown Quantity is everything a rest of us depend on them for the survival of our com-
popular mathematics book should be: gentle, chatty, fortable way of life.
anecdotal and full of mind-aching equations. It is a his- The quintic is the Snark of mathematics. It was hunt-
tory of algebra – the study of number systems, things ed across Europe until it was finally killed off by a 26-
such as quadratic equations, and of everything that is the year-old Norwegian called Niels Abel, who starved to
bane of schoolchildren’s lives. death shortly after. But the quintic was a Boojum, you
Babylonian tax inspectors liked quadratic equations, see. Unlike the equations that had gone before, Abel
which are useful for finding areas of things. The more proved that it has no general solution. The reason why
you could determine about the land a man owned – not this is the case, as the French student Everiste Galois
just its total area but all its little shapes – the more effi- showed, is infinitely more important than the failure of
ciently you could dun him for Sodom-and-Gomorrah the result. A day after he wrote down the explanation
era VAT. Derbyshire includes a blissful problem in qua- for this boojumish fact, he was shot dead, in a duel, aged
dratics (written in cuneiform, but to be chanted in twenty-one.
hoodoo) found on a clay tablet from 1800 BC, the time Historians of mathematics are always complaining that
of Hammurabi: mathematicians are a dry and uninteresting lot; but it’s
The igibum exceeded the igum by 7 not so. Algebra has been powered by numerous aston-
What are the igum and the igibum? ishing characters and absurd situations. The beautiful
12 is the igibum, 5 the igum. virgin Hypatia, the first known woman mathematician
Algebra is filled with Lewis Carroll-ishness and poetry. (there are only three, in this book), was pulled from her
What’s the volume of that minaret? How can we make chariot by an enraged mob and had her flesh scraped
another even fatter/taller/more thrusting one, without from her bones with oyster shells. (Women and algebra
using more stones? For this you need a cubic equation. have not always been kind to each other. George Boole,
The Persian poet Omar Khayyam, author of the who developed an algebraic system for logic, died
Rubaiyat, began the first serious investigation of exam- because his wife threw buckets of icy water over him
ples of these, but what mathematicians wanted was a when he was in bed with a chill.) Alexandre
general solution to all cubic questions. Then, instead of Grothendieck is the most recent curious fellow: in his
having to agonise through every particular case, which prime he knocked down policemen and won the top
might take days of effort, they could mathematics prize, the Fields Medal.
simply slot the basic information into Now he lives in total retirement in
a standard formula and out would the Pyrenees, pondering how to sur-
pop the answer. Thousands of years vive on dandelion soup.
later, a swinish Italian called Cardano The best parts of Unknown
published the solution. A gambler Quantity are not the anecdotes, but
and diviner (one of his insights was the sums. In asides throughout the
that ‘a woman with a wart upon her text, and in special chapters he titles
left cheek, a little to the left of the ‘Math Primers’, John Derbyshire
dimple, will eventually be poisoned cleverly chooses one or two simple
by her husband’), he also worked out mathematical examples to illustrate
the general formula for the quartic – horridly difficult ideas and, using
useful for those odd people who want metaphor and fine writing, investi-
to investigate volumes in the fourth gates them closely. Vector spaces,
dimension. algebraic geometry, imaginary num-
There’s a sense of remorselessness bers, group theory, field theory,
about the process after this: next will matrices … These sections are worth
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reading twice just for the pleasure of being able to say Now that I’ve finally finished this distracting review,
covenish phrases like ‘the ideal of a polynomial ring’ I’m going to re-puff the pillows on my bed, and study
without feeling you’re turning into a dotty about to the formulae in the book properly.
bother people on buses. To order this book at £17.60, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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COAL AND CALAMITY of the family to another. Of course, Bailey has no more
idea than any of the rest of us of what actually happened
on some of these occasions, especially of the more pri-
B LACK D IAMONDS : T HE R ISE AND FALL OF A vate aspects of them: her imagination has supplied the
G REAT B RITISH DYNASTY minutiae, and that is why her book does at times seem
★ so novelistic.
By Catherine Bailey It could also have benefited from some judicious
(Viking 544pp £20) pruning. There are long accounts of the squalid and
appalling conditions in which mineworkers lived in the
RICHES-TO-RAGS tales of the British aristocracy in the West Riding coalfields a century ago; but, by Bailey’s
socialistic twentieth century have been a staple of own account, the miners who worked for His Lordship
romantic fiction for the last fifty or sixty years. The were astonishingly well treated – well housed and paid
themes are constant: death duties, heirs killed in the when injured, with their widows looked after if they
world wars, penal taxation and confiscation by Mr died at work – and their conditions had no bearing on
Attlee, a shortage of rich heiresses to shore up the family the eventual fall of the dynasty. Why then write about it
from without, quarrelling and recriminating relatives here? Certainly it is a colourful and, even now, disturb-
and, finally, the loss of the stately pile. With certain vari- ing story, but it is irrelevant.
ations and modifications, this is the stuff of Catherine Similarly, when the Eighth Earl – a war hero who
Bailey’s new book. died when the private plane in which he was flying
It is both a good book – highly readable, in a way that with his mistress to the South of France crashed, killing
much romantic fiction is – and an odd one. It tells the all on board, in 1948 – comes into the picture, his liai-
story of the Fitzwilliams of son with that mistress creates
Wentworth, which was and still another enormous diversion.
is the biggest privately owned She was Kathleen ‘Kick’
house in the country. The last Kennedy, daughter of the
Earl Fitzwilliam died over a repulsive Joe, sister of the
quarter of a century ago, since future president of the United
when the pile has passed into States, and widow (when
other hands. The Fitzwilliam Lord Fitzwilliam met her) of
family fortune (and what a for- the Marquess of Hartington,
tune it was: there are tales here heir to the Dukedom of
of an Edwardian opulence that Devonshire, who was killed as
would put even Mr and Mrs he headed for Germany after
David Beckham’s extravagances the Nor mandy landings of
in the shade) was built on coal: 1944. We are given a pile of
hence the title of the book. very familiar (and again, in
They were quite fabulously rich terms of the Fitzwilliams’ for-
on the back of it; and yet, with- The house that coal built tunes, ir relevant) mater ial
in a few decades, the Earls and about the ghastliness of the
their fiefdom disappeared. Kennedy family and Kick’s marriage to Hartington, to
Bailey says repeatedly that the family was secretive, warm us up for the very brief part she played in the life
and much paperwork that might have told a more com- and death of a dynasty.
plete story of the dynasty was burned during the last 100 For this reader, the real story that emerges from the
years. It is surprising, therefore, that she appears to know book is one the author seems slow to bring out. It is
so much, and in some cases in such detail. Taking her precisely how benevolent and proper the Fitzwilliams
cue, perhaps, from Carlyle in his dramatic reconstruc- were in running their business, and how respected they
tion of the French Revolution, she offers an extraordi- were by ordinary working men and their families. The
narily vivid series of descriptions of life at Wentworth, story of the way the family concerns operated gives the
and minutely described accounts of such events as the lie to the received wisdom about an oppressive aristocra-
funeral of the Sixth Earl in 1902, the visit of their cy whose cruelty and callousness almost caused revolu-
Majesties King George V and Queen Mary in 1912, a tion, and the confiscation of whose assets would have
tense meeting between the Seventh Earl and Earl Haig been the least that social justice demanded. It makes it
at Wentworth just after the Great War, and even of a all the more revolting to read of the deliberate vandalism
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of the ornamental gardens at Wentworth after the war, monoliths – the National Coal Board, as the arm of the
on the orders of the Minister of Fuel and Power, Manny Government, and the National Union of Mineworkers –
Shinwell. Shinwell, despite representations from local had to meet to settle any differences, with frequently
miners pointing out the futility of the exercise, insisted hideous results.
on open-cast workings being established in the grounds Some of the episodes in this book would be deemed
to help avert a fuel crisis. As experts pointed out to him, too fabulous for a novel: but they did happen. There was
it would do nothing of the sort, but that would not a long dispute about whether the Seventh Earl, born in
deter him from taking the opportunity to extend the a hut in Canada, was actually of the family’s blood at all,
workings almost up to the doors of the house itself. or had been substituted at birth. Another heir, who had
Lord Fitzwilliam had always allowed local people to sons of his own to carry on the line, was deemed to
walk in his grounds, a pleasure Shinwell therefore have been born out of wedlock himself, the line then
denied them in what was, by any standards of spite, a continuing to a man with no sons to inherit. The line
spectacular own goal. died out but the family’s huge wealth remained, and was
Coal was, of course, an old technology even then, and dispersed through the female line.
was soon to be superseded, not least by nuclear power. This book would have benefited from being shorter,
The other lesson of the nationalisation of the mines in and from the author’s avoiding the apparently irresistible
1947 is that the process put them on a much more pre- urge to end every chapter with a soap-opera-style
carious footing than they would have been had they cliffhanger. It is not, though, so much a story of the
stayed in private ownership. Lord Fitzwilliam froze out inevitable effect of the twentieth century on the British
the union in negotiations, not because he was a blimpish aristocracy as an everyday story of the effects of time and
right-winger, but because he felt it a matter of honour chance. It will fascinate many who read it, but its out-
to talk directly to his men and to respond to their needs, come should not be misinterpreted as any sort of tragedy.
and other coal owners felt the same. After 1947 two To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 16
J ASON G OODWIN illegal diamonds. In his day the British drank around 30
million pounds of it a year. Later in the century, the
STORM IN A TEACUP price had fallen and consumption had risen to 250 mil-
lion pounds. The wretched Cutty Sark, with its revolu-
tionary hull, was built to race China teas to London; but
TEA: THE DRINK THAT CHANGED THE WORLD by then we were mostly drinking tea grown, through a
★ combination of remarkable effort and muddle, in India
By John Griffiths and Sri Lanka. Griffiths charts the development with
(André Deutsch 384pp £17.99) exhaustive patience.
But all the same, Tea: The Drink that Changed the World
WHAT’S SO GREAT about tea? The surefooted William is fighting an uphill battle. It’s not just that the whole
Cobbett saw nothing in tea beyond idleness and ruin; he genre has become a publisher’s cliché (Tree: The
described its effects in the 1820s as similar to dependency Vegetation that Changed the World?) which this book,
on foreign oil. Thousands of tons of dried leaf were being in its dinky hand-held format, apes so slavishly. It’s not
shipped around the world; governments grew fat on tax- even that John Griffiths, whose father Percy wrote the
ing it, smugglers were lured into criminality to supply it, estimable The History of the Indian Tea Trade, is frequently
housewives dissipated their looks and time to produce it, revisiting territory well-tramped by others – not least
men were enfeebled by sipping it. One bloated monop- William Ukers, whose two-volume All About Tea, pub-
oly, the East India Company, sponsored a trade in illegal lished in 1935, lives up to its title (and includes a mag-
drugs, corrupted governments at home and abroad, nificent scale drawing of the Queen Elizabeth floating in
fought wars, and swallowed empires to keep it coming. a giant cup to illustrate the amount of tea per annum we
The tea tax – reduced almost to nothingness – led to the used to drink). And it’s not entirely that planters’ tales,
American War of Independence, via the Boston Tea without a Kipling or a Maugham to contextualise them,
Party; Oliver Wendell Holmes’s ballad reported that: ‘The are often dull.
waters in the rebel bay / Have kept the tea-leaf savor; / Cobbett himself must have been aware that his splen-
Our old North-Enders in their spray / Still taste a Hyson did polemic against the celestial leaf would seem like a
flavour…’, hyson being the fanciest green tea of the time, storm in a teacup. The tea trade might have been the oil
as bohea was the cheapest black tea. business of his day, but Big Oil has a certain va-va-
Tea really was the first global bulk commodity, and voom. Diamonds are more glamorous. Even coffee
Cobbett was undoubtedly right to make the same sort of suggests samba, revolution, curtains stirring in the vis-
fuss over it that campaigners now make about SUVs or cous afternoon heat, men with stubble. Alexander
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their own veg, brewing their own beer examine the roots of how we live now.
and baking their own bread. Thirsk’s previously published work
What’s clearly an obsession for all includes Alternative Agriculture: A History,
things gastronomic – good or bad, live or which explains why some sixty years’
dead, delicious or disgusting – does not study led the author to ask herself how
mean, Marwood is careful to point out, changes in farming affected people’s diet.
that he’s a chef or a ‘foodie’. Ingredients, ‘As time went on, I became increasingly
common and uncommon, from mutton dissatisfied with my shadowy image of
to salt-fish to famine rations, are exam- women cooking in the kitchen and serv-
ined chapter by chapter in detail. Need ing their families at the meal table ... and
to know the difference between cut- found my knowledge of farming and
rounds and kissing-edges? Marwood’s food in the past constantly confronting
your man. His wife took the illuminating current daily news items about food fads
pictures: a pork-salter cuddling ham; a and fashions.’
gloomy tripe-stirrer; a granny holding a The gorgeous cover picture – three
jar of pickled cucumbers; a big man rins- adorable, overdressed infants guzzling
ing gulls’ eggs – all things seldom seen grapes – sets the scene for an examination
today. A labour of love, if ever there was Parsnip vendor of class differences. While ‘poor folk did
one. Take it to bed with you and dream. not write their life stories or describe their
Joan Thirsk’s Food in Early Modern England: Phases, daily foods’, the arrival in the countryside during her cho-
Fads and Fashions 1500–1760 (Hambledon Continuum sen period, 1500–1760, of an increasing number of newly
350pp £30) reaches well beyond what the title suggests – prosperous gentry created ‘an exchange of knowledge and
a bloodless history of irrelevant domesticity – into a from- skill ... between the classes that made everyone familiar
the-heart examination of lessons to be learned from the with new foods and tastes’. The distinguishing characteris-
agricultural practices of our ancestors. In academic terms, tics of upper-class provisioning were ‘rarity and expense’.
fifty pages of footnotes and bibliography is modest Circa 1600, among the ‘exotic ingredients that had to be
enough back-up for 350 pages of scholarly text that fetched from far away’ for a modest country household in
expectation of distinguished visitors were 2lb capers, 3lb
anchovies and 2 gallons of olives, all of which had to be
shipped from Mediterranean ports and arrive in perfect
England’s condition. Fascinating insights include a method of ten-
derising a cow carcass for immediate consumption by
inserting a swan’s quill into the navel and blowing up the
First stomach ‘till the whole skin swelled like a bladder’. Not
for the squeamish. But nor is calf ’s head, sweetbreads, beef
marrow or pig’s cheeks – meats which dropped out of
Family “A riveting and major work.
England’s First Family of Writers
fashion through sheer snobbery.
In addition to such moral considerations as why the
witnesses the rare mix of creativ- rearing of veal calves should be considered so much more
of Writers ity and philosophical rigor that
Carlson brings to scholarly writing
inhumane than slaughtering them at birth, Thirsk makes
a strong case for regional diversity as a promoter of health
MARY and thinking about Romanticism (bread, for instance, used to be made with a wide variety
and the larger set of relations of grains), blaming the proliferation of cookery books
WOLLSTONECRAFT, (Mrs Beeton et al) for introducing uniformity into the
between living and writing in
WILLIAM GODWIN, public culture.” modern kitchen. The period under study marks the end
MARY SHELLEY —Theresa M. Kelley, of the medieval kitchen (pretty much the ancestral diet,
University of Wisconsin–Madison give or take a handful of spices), and the start of the
modern (whatever you can afford, from wherever you
Julie A. Carlson £33.50 hardcover
can get it, whenever you want it). And if advances in
husbandry and horticulture during the period, including
THE JOHNS HOPKINS the botanical riches of the New World, led inexorably to
UNIVERSITY PRESS the crammed shelves of modern supermarkets, it may
Distributed by John Wiley well be time, the author suggests, to consider turning
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WILL EISNER’s Contract With N ICK G ARRARD LOOKS AT A B ATCH humour are a winning combi-
God trilogy, reprinted in one nation.
volume (W W Norton 544pp OF R ECENT G RAPHIC N OVELS Two further examples both
£18.99), is the foundation of embrace biography and person-
the modern graphic novel. First published nearly thirty al experience. The latest book from the award-winning
years ago, the three books have been celebrated for their Marjane Satrapi, Chicken with Plums (Jonathan Cape
literary ambition and autobiographical sincerity: John 96pp £12.99), recounts a painful episode from her fami-
Updike is a fan, as was Kurt Vonnegut, and with good ly history. Here, Satrapi imagines the inner turmoil
reason. While Eisner’s artwork betrays its origins in the experienced by her uncle, a passionate and depressive
square-jawed realm of Saturday serial heroics, his narra- musician who decides one day to turn his back on life
tives are imbued with a broad and satisfying moral and to lie in his bed, waiting to die. Satrapi’s artwork,
vision. His focus is upon the immigrant communities with its blurred figures and stark black-and-white out-
living along the fictional Dropsie Avenue, a world of lines, perfectly handles the subject matter. Her uncle’s
Dickensian squalor and violent upheaval. With verve journey is presented with grace and sympathy, and
Eisner relates the fortunes of the various communities, although we know from the outset how the story will
tragedy and romance coming and going as often as the end, there is still a powerful, redemptive quality about its
endless waves of tenants. inevitable progression.
Whilst the first two volumes (A Contract with God, A Mar tin Lemelman’s f amily memoir, Mendel’s
Life Force) suffer, as all progenitors do, from teething Daughter (Jonathan Cape 240pp £14.99), is a fractured
pains and experimental failures, it is with the last volume series of images and recollections. In what is less a
– simply titled Dropsie Avenue – that Eisner really hits his g raphic novel than a semi-realised scrapbook,
stride. Starting from the very first cultivation of his Lemelman records his family’s experiences during the
avenue territory, he charts the rise and fall of each suc- Second World War through a combination of pho-
cessive inhabitant, deal- tographs, images and words, themselves taken from a
ing them their fates series of video diaries the author recorded with his
with a sympathy and mother, now deceased. However, adrift as it is between
delicacy that never fail scrapbook and conventional comic narrative, the piece
to move. never quite settles. We are never as fully immersed as
A glimpse at recent we should be. A shame: Lemelman has much of value
releases shows that to say.
Eisner’s pioneering spirit Perhaps the most peculiar and invigorating of these
remains; new authors releases is Andrzej Klimowski’s Horace Dorlan (Faber &
continue to experiment Faber 240pp £12.99), a hallucinatory marriage of prose
with the graphic form. and image. The protagonist, an unassuming university
As a leading example, professor, suffers a mysterious accident and his life begins
Simone Lia’s Fluffy From ‘Fluffy’ to unravel. Reality frag-
(Jonathan Cape 186pp ments and a chorus of voic-
£12.99) is an eccentric piece, delivered with emotional es emerge and entwine, but
realism and a playful dose of humour. Lia tells the story while the text suggests
of Michael Pulcino, a disappointed architect charged much, posing questions at
with raising Fluffy, a talking bunny convinced that every tur n, the author
Michael is his biological father. Their life together is fur- steers clear of a solution.
ther complicated by Michael’s interfering family and the We emerge as muddled and
attentions of Fluffy’s nursery school teacher. lost as our hero, but no
Lia’s simple narrative is marked by a surprising degree matter: this is very much a
of emotional poignancy. She intersperses the flow with a work in which form takes
series of bizarre interludes, such as chapters guest-narrat- precedence over content.
ed by a dust particle and, at key points, diagrammatical It’s presented in banks of
depictions of her protagonists’ thoughts. All this is offset text and a series of glorious
by her wonderful artwork, which combines a scruffy black-and-white pr ints,
sensibility with detailed architectural realism, a style in which draw on references From ‘Horace Dorlan’
keeping with the contradictory nature of the story itself. as diverse as the conven-
What might at first seem a slight piece, drowning in wry tions of film noir and the works of Lewis Carroll. An
self-awareness, swiftly becomes an experience in which enigmatic read, but one to savour nonetheless.
the reader is deeply involved. Lia’s candour and goofy To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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F RANCES H ARDINGE ’s second P HILIP WOMACK RECOMMENDS F IVE 192pp £9.99) is the closest thing
novel, Verdigris Deep (Macmillan that he has written to an adult
327pp £10.99), is complex, C HILDREN ’ S B OOKS FOR THE S UMMER novel. Usually concerned with
well-wrought and unsettling. vampires and clairvoyants, here
Three children, all unpopular at school, become the he turns to solid fact. It concerns the author of Old Peter’s
unwilling agents of a terrifying, ancient wishing-well Russian Tales. Arthur Ransome is in Russia during the
sprite after they steal coins from her well. Each coin has a First World War and the Revolution as a journalist; what’s
wish attached to it, which must be fulfilled at all costs. more, he’s in love with a Bolshevik – Trotsky’s secretary,
Ryan, our hero, is timid and clever. Chelle can’t stop talk- no less. Suspected by both sides of being an agent, he must
ing and ‘looks as if she had been through the wash too wade through the murky waters to find happiness. Based
many times, losing her colour and courage in the rinse’. on documents released by the secret services, Sedgwick’s
And then there is Josh, brave (or stupid), whom the other novel is challenging, stark and uncompromising, a thor-
two worship. oughly satisfying read for older teenagers – and it might
Each is given a power by the Well Witch reflecting even give them a taste for history.
their personality: Ryan grows eyes on the back of his Flora Segunda of Crackpot Hall by Ysabeau Wilce
hands with which he can penetrate a different layer of (Scholastic 432pp £16.99) is crazy and original, although
reality; Josh becomes able to manipulate electricity; and somewhat overlong. Flora Segunda lives in the shadow of
Chelle acts as a psychic radio, picking up the wisher’s her dead older sister. There are four ‘great’ houses in Califa,
thoughts – and transmitting them, whether she likes it each inhabited by a ‘denizen’ – a Butler with supernatural
or not, in her own voice. powers. The Fyrdraacas were once the glory of their coun-
Hardinge is a mesmerising writer. She is as comfortable try; now they moulder, their eleven-thousand-room Hall
with the bizarre as she is with the ordinary: shopping empty. By mistake Flora stumbles across Valefor, the Butler
trolleys stalk the children; posters move and talk. Her of the house whom her fearsome mother has imprisoned;
description of the Well Witch sitting enthroned whilst ‘a in trying to restore him she and her kilt-wearing friend
hundred cigarette butts smoked gently like incense sticks Udo become entangled with perilous matters.
in a church shrine’ and ‘A bent bicycle wheel spun slow- Unfortunately, Flora is mildly irritating. It feels rather
ly and unevenly behind her head, a halo for a strange like an American high-school girl playing at being an
saint’ conjures up a Spenserian monster. English aristocrat. The world of Califa does not ring
Initially the three friends carry out simple wishes – for true, either. There is an uneasy mixture of Mexican and
a Harley Davidson, or a boyfriend. But then Chelle Germanic mythologies, and the city never becomes
picks up a killer’s thoughts, Josh becomes crazed with alive. But Flora’s adventures are wild and exciting, and
power, and Ryan discovers the story of three men who, the boisterous exuberance of the writing will carry girls
also entrapped by the Well Witch, murdered a baby to (and some boys) away for the whole holiday.
fulfil somebody’s wish. Things fall apart, and Hardinge Here, There Be Dragons by James A Owen (Simon &
chillingly draws the story out to a startling conclusion. Schuster 336pp £12.99) made me wonder why publish-
This fantastical, folkloric and truly wonderful novel will ers don’t bother changing Americanisms into English. It is
both frighten and enchant children of twelve and up. very annoying to read supposedly English people saying
There are also elements of the folktale and the fairy story ‘skeptical’ and ‘pleased to make your acquaintance’, espe-
in Tim Lott’s Fearless (Walker Books 267pp £9.99). cially when they are meant to be mid-twentieth-century
Although his novel treads familiar ground, he can be for- Oxford men who turn out to be famous fantasy writers
given, since his heroine, Little Fearless, is appealing and (there are three – guess who). John, Jack and Charles
courageous. The setting is an Institute for delinquent girls (Jack is a nickname) are entrusted with the ‘Imaginarium
in a totalitarian city. The inmates are enslaved and deprived Geographica’, an atlas of all the imaginary worlds (Lilliput
of their identities, so they give each other nicknames like and so on) which exist in ‘The Archipelago of Dreams’.
Beauty and Stargazer. Little Fearless escapes – three times, In a Da Vinci Code-style ‘twist’ it turns out that every
in traditional fairy tale style – to spread the word that the ‘fantasy’ writer worth his or her salt (Shakespeare, Mary
Institute is not what it seems. The citizens are led by The Shelley) has guarded this atlas from evil influence; the
Boss, and fed a diet of propaganda on their vidscreens; three fledgling writers must continue their guardianship
Little Fearless aims to break them out of their torpor. and defend both the real and the imaginary worlds,
Lott comes slightly unstuck with his MESSAGE, especial- whilst dealing with dogmen, The Winter King and far
ly when he starts talking about the endless war on terrorism too many elves for my liking. I disapprove of the idea
that the city is engaged upon. You can all but hear the that writers can’t make things up on their own, and the
creaking of the allegory wheels. That said, this is an engross- novel is slightly too obsessed with referring to other
ing, if a little worthy, book. books, but it will suit boys with a taste for adventure.
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CREVICES OF THE SOUL mother begged. “At least do nothing until he’s gone.”’
In another, a clergyman withholds his crisis of belief
from his sister, so that she can die in peace. Elsewhere,
C HEATING AT C ANASTA silence must be paid for: a priest must pay his tormentor
★ not to broadcast an invented, long-past abuse, so as to
By William Trevor protect the reputation of the wider church; a longed-for
(Viking 232pp £16.99) marriage cannot take place because the groom, a wid-
ower, has a child who is unable to articulate her grief for
IF THERE IS a theme running through William Trevor’s her dead mother.
brilliant new collection, it is reticence. Again and again, All of the stories in this book are good, but two of
lives are altered, or ruined – or, less often, saved – by them are outstanding. These are the first story, ‘The
things that are left unsaid. Such silence goes against the Dressmaker’s Child’, and the last one, ‘Folie à Deux’.
grain of a culture obsessed by disclosure and personal Even if you do not as a rule enjoy short stories, I beg you
revelation, but that is not to say that Trevor is old-fash- to read these. Again, they are concerned with terrible
ioned, much less squeamish. Within these twelve stories acts and their consequences; with keeping silence and
are many crimes: the murder of a prostitute, a child hit losing faith. The final tale, in particular, is a work of per-
by a car whose driver does not stop, a youth beaten to fect control and balance, moving back and forth across
death in a suburban garden. Terrible things happen, or almost forty years, from rural Ireland (‘when secrets
threaten to happen. Two nine-year-old boys push a dog became deception’) to the empty streets of Paris in the
out to sea on a lilo; a paedophile takes a young girl – ‘her early morning. This is the twelfth story in Trevor’s
bare, pale legs were like twigs stripped of their bark’ – for twelfth collection: an almost magical number for what
a walk by a canal; a tramp blackmails an innocent priest. could be his most mesmerising and haunting story.
I was reminded of Werner Herzog’s gruelling master- William Trevor is the greatest living exponent of the
piece Grizzly Man, a documentary about an eccentric form, able to conjure from a few pages an entire world
wildlife cameraman who was torn to death by bears. of desire and loss and pain. His work is seldom cheerful,
Towards the end of the film, Herzog puts on a pair of but that scarcely registers, for he is writing about things
headphones and listens to the actual soundtrack of the that matter; about the deepest and most secret crevices
man’s death; the cinema audience are obliged to look on, of the human soul.
watching him listening to this terrible thing, without the To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 16
sound. Many were shocked by the film’s violence, even
though they had neither seen nor heard anything more
violent than footage of bears gambolling in a Canadian
stream. Defending the work, Herzog said: ‘The artist
must not avert his gaze.’ In other words, it is only if the
artist does not look away from the abyss that the audience
(or viewer, or reader) receives an authentic experience.
William Trevor is doing something similar here. He
does not flinch from horror and darkness, yet nor does
he sensationalise these things. Evil may be inadvertent,
or clumsy: it is never elegant or just; or even, of itself,
very interesting. Its purpose, in his stories, is to test the
moral limits of his characters. What is of interest to him
is not the crimes themselves but the way in which they
affect, change and damage people. He gives no easy
answers. Redemption is not the point; a sort of desper-
ate, unspoken atonement is more likely. Only love is
noble, but it lacks the power to save a life. A husband
plays cards with his wife, who is in a home, with
Alzheimer’s: tenderly, he cheats in order to let her win;
it is her one remaining pleasure.
In some of these stories, love makes people silent.
What you don’t know can’t hurt you: an elderly wife
does not tell her ailing husband that his beloved farm is
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J OHN D UGDALE combining In the City’s confused country boy with The
Man Who’s sexually liberated Native American.
BOY’S OWN STORY It is set in Idaho in the 1960s, and opens with Rigby
John Klusener, the narrator, escaping to San Francisco
towards the end of the decade. The rest of the novel then
N OW I S THE H OUR unfolds chronologically in flashback, covering his child-
★ hood and teenage years. The Kluseners are Catholics
By Tom Spanbauer who own a farm next to an Indian reservation. Bullied at
(Jonathan Cape 459pp £17.99) school, Rigby John finds life equally fraught at home,
where Dad is macho and hidebound while Mom has an
TOM SPANBAUER’S LITERARY career seems back to front. artistic and potentially more tolerant side but has been
The natural sequence for a gay writer from the baby- mentally fragile since the early death of a younger son.
boomer generation, you’d imagine, is a thinly disguised ‘Now Is the Hour’ is a song she plays on the piano,
autobiography, followed by an Aids novel, then an explo- and it comes to symbolise his bond with her when the
ration of homosexual history. Yet he started with the household atmosphere is relatively tranquil. Most of the
period piece and has only now, sixteen years later and time, though, he’s in disgrace, and punished with a mix-
aged sixty, got round to producing a work that has the air ture of beatings and emergency confessions to a priest as
of a fictionalised misery memoir. His second novel, The Dad and Mom battle to defend their 40s time-warp
Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon (1991), which made from the 60s values that either seep in via the radio or
his name in his forties, was a late outgrowth of the are caught like germs through his mingling at school
60s/70s trend for portraying the American past as much with kids from less conservative households.
more like the turbulent, raunchy present than you’d guess Friendships are the usual source of trouble. There’s
from sanitised conventional accounts of, say, the frontier Billie, Rigby John’s platonic girlfriend, who is not
era, or the literature of the relevant period. The film of viewed as good marriage material as she comes from a
Little Big Man, for example, implied a parallel between broken home and resembles a Greenwich Village
nineteenth-century Indian wars and Vietnam; while bohemian inexplicably airlifted into the Midwest. Flaco
McCabe and Mrs Miller, also adapted from a novel, showed and Acho, two young Mexicans hired to spend one
a turn of the century mining-town brothel as not unlike summer transporting baled hay from field to farm with
a multicultural commune. Rigby John, prompt a recognition that he can be attract-
Fiction that was part of this movement made margin- ed to men when the trio go skinny-dipping. George,
alised figures its heroes and heroines: Indians, blacks, gays, maintaining the triple-tick tradition as a gay Indian alco-
hookers, outlaws, proto-feminists, dissidents, dwarfs, hallu- holic (four ticks if you add his weekend transvestism),
cinatory drug-takers, outrageous artists or performers, and replaces them the following year and continues the
so on. By 1991, every individual option had long ago teenager’s sexual education. While The Man Who
been snapped up; where Spanbauer scored was in perming revived the 70s vogue for history reinterpreted, Now Is
several. Shed, the narrator of The Man Who, ticked three the Hour resuscitates the same decade’s love of recreating
boxes as a bisexual Native American male prostitute. Set in writers’ small-town boyhoods: in crude terms, it’s
an alternative Wild West, the story he told centred on the American Graffiti and The Last Picture Show given a gay
clash between a small-town whorehouse and the small- twist and transplanted to Idaho. This may sound promis-
minded Mormons trying to close it down. ing, but the novel disappoints. Given the mainstream
When Jonathan Cape naughtily describe Now Is the roles now occupied by gays, and the plethora of gay
Hour as Spanbauer’s ‘first major novel’ since this break- memoirs and autobiographical fiction in recent decades,
through book, they airbrush In the City of Shy Hunters an account of growing up lusting after men no longer
(2001) out of his oeuvre – though how a 560-page por- possesses the allure of novelty or transgression (describ-
trayal of New York in the early years of Aids can tacitly ing a same-sex, different-race affair might do, if only
be dismissed as piffling is not very clear. Breaking a ten- Spanbauer himself hadn’t done that twice before).
year silence, In the City followed a sexually mixed-up And although some scenes stay in the memory, the
Midwesterner to the Big Apple. There, an affair with a writing never does: the prose is uniformly pedestrian,
black homosexual drag queen (three ticks again) liberates and its appeal is not enhanced by a wearying penchant
him, but he witnesses Aids turning from rumour to gay- for the kind of single-sentence paragraphs used in the
slaying plague. One disadvantage of the back-to-front thrillers of James Patterson and Jodi Picoult, which pre-
CV is that, when Spanbauer at last feels ready for his suppose readers with limited attention-spans.
Bildungsroman, what should come across as fresh and The main flaw of this overlong, stylistically barren
heartfelt seems instead a lazy recycling. Much of Now Is novel, however, is that it’s simply way too late: had it
the Hour could be seen as a synthesis of the previous novels, appeared around the time Edmund White published A
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Boy’s Own Story, it would have seemed excitingly daring problem – its real hour was twenty-five years ago.
and original. With hapless irony, the title points to the To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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N IGEL J ONES the Great and his knightly nephew Roland. Old Charles
is a much more complex creation than his heroic nephew,
HOT AND GOLD who rides towards Roncesvalles to his death. Whilst
showing him to be cruel, cunning, brave in battle but
astonishingly mean-spirited and boringly vindictive at
C HARLEMAGNE AND ROLAND times, Massie leaves us in no doubt of Charlemagne’s ulti-
★ mate greatness. For all his faults, he is, Massie convincing-
By Allan Massie ly suggests, one of the titans of history, a true father of
(Weidenfeld & Nicolson 256pp £12.99) Europe who carried the burden of Christian chivalry and
passed it on to the next generation, represented by
THE LONG PERIOD of turmoil that enveloped Europe in Roland. He, however, was not destined to see its fruits, as
the wake of the fall of Rome was so devoid of recognis- he died, stemming the influx of the Eastern infidel on a
able written records that historians lazily dubbed it the lonely mountain pass.
‘Dark Ages’. Modern archaeological discoveries, and a Massie’s narrator throughout the trilogy is a man from
reassessment of the scanty written evidence that does his own country: Michael Scott, a Merlin-like figure,
survive from Europe’s big sleep, have, excitingly, enabled half wizard and half scholar, who died around 1230 and
contemporary historians to confirm what the myths and whose body lies in Melrose Abbey. Scott’s audience and
the legends suggest: that the ‘barbarian’ cultures that pupil is the boy who would grow up to be one of
succeeded Rome were richer, more complex and more Charlemagne’s successors, the Holy Roman Emperor
‘civilised’ than the Rome-worshippers allowed. And the Frederick II, who is clearly to be the next link in the
Arthurian legends, it seems, were more than likely binding chain of civilisation. Allan Massie manages to
grounded in a thick mulch of verifiable fact. pull together his disparate myths and legends – of battle,
Even so, the Dark Ages still spawned many myth- sorcery, intrigue, eroticism, suffering and cruelty – into
makers. Allan Massie, in his trilogy of Dark Age novels a coherent, enthralling whole. He can even get away
(The Evening of the World, Arthur the King and now this, with writing a sentence like this: ‘I warn you that if you
the culminating volume), proves himself a modern play me false I shall split the pair of you from guts to
Malory, producing enchanting fiction from a mix of gizzard.’ A perfect book for those who like their history
historical truth and his own informed imagination. hot and gold.
The chief characters are the Frankish Emperor Charles To order this book at £10.39, see LR Bookshop on page 16
M ARTYN B EDFORD her disappearance. Isabel suspects Owen of killing her, but
no body was found and no one has ever been charged.
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heroine yet and by far her most audacious sleight of hand in husband Mete, and a sequence of short italicised sections
terms of a storyteller. To call it a twist would be to devalue narrated by Isabel’s Aunt Maggie, a famous novelist, who
what is really a hidden undercurrent of the whole narrative; provided a refuge for her niece when she became
nevertheless the revelation, when it comes, is breathtaking. derailed by the loss of Julia. More than one story is being
From the outset, there is an unsettling quality to told here, and their authorship and trustworthiness are as
Isabel’s tale that both invites readers to accept, and causes uncertain as Isabel’s own pursuit of ‘the truth’. What
us to question, her reconstruction of the events sur- begins as an inquiry into the apparent murder of a friend
rounding Julia’s disappearance. Set in the two days either gradually turns into a process of self-examination. Back
side of Owen’s funeral, the novel is assembled around a in the place where she grew up, immersed in memories
series of Isabel’s conversations (with a policewoman; with that don’t seem to cohere, estranged from her loved ones,
Owen’s mate John; with Owen’s mother and sister; with Isabel struggles to square the girl she was with the
an old school friend) as she attempts to make sense of woman she believes herself to be. In trying literally, at
what happened all those years ago. These edgy, almost one point to dig up Julia’s corpse, she risks burying her-
surreal dialogues are intercut with flashbacks to 1982, self in the collapsed excavations of her own past.
increasingly odd text messages between Isabel and her To order this book at £8.79, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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writing a biography of an independent film director. After
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the first time in years his agent starts returning his calls. the Long Distance Runner (acknowledged in the story
But the widow comes up with a sinister way of making itself) and wears out its welcome long before the end.
sure he doesn’t leave her. Welsh works hard but his narra- At nearly four hundred pages, this is a generous col-
tor doesn’t convince, and although the ending may be a lection, and alongside last year’s The Bedroom Secrets of the
deliberate Roger Corman homage (the original Little Shop Master Chefs serves as proof that in spite of his burgeon-
of Horrors, maybe, or A Bucket of Blood), it feels predictable ing screenwriting career Welsh remains as committed to
compared to the plot twists in the rest of the collection. prose fiction as ever. If the success of Trainspotting has
While these four stories see Welsh expanding into new overshadowed much of his career so far, with recurrent
territory (his characters have always enjoyed travel, but it characters, reoccurring themes and stylistic connections
seems likely that his recent marriage to an American evident between his debut and much of his subsequent
woman may have inspired the three US-set stories), the work, If You Liked School You’ll Love Work feels like a
long, final tale ‘Kingdom of Fife’ is closer to his previous fresh start, and may usher in a new wave of appreciation
work. His use of Scottish vernacular here makes the story for an author who, whilst enjoying enormous commer-
his most demanding fiction yet, and while there are cial success and a cultural impact beyond most writers,
bright moments in the account of a relationship between has never quite received his critical due.
a jockey-tur ned-Subbuteo player and an aspir ing To order this book at £xx, see LR Bookshop on page xx
L OUISE G UINNESS When hearts are broken the women do the damage, but
gently, extricating themselves with apologetic grace.
THREADS OF LIFE Lively’s characters do not go in for histrionics.
This is a thoughtful, calm and enthralling book. Lively
examines the reality of human existence mainly through
C ONSEQUENCES Ruth. Is love all just a matter of biology, she ponders? Is
★ breeding forced on us by pheromones? And even if it is,
By Penelope Lively does that matter? ‘Suppose we just mated’, Ruth says,
(Fig Tree 305pp £16.99) ‘like animals. Sensible genetic behaviour.’ Death too
casts its long shadow over all the characters, and the
IN HER LATEST book, which tells the stories of three gener- grief seeps through the pages, almost agonisingly so at
ations of women, and the men who love them, Penelope times; and yet the atmosphere is far from sombre, not
Lively presents us with a wholesome vision of England. It least because Lively allows her characters the intelligence
begins in 1935, when a debutante called Lorna elopes with and courage to spurn the urge to define themselves by
a wood engraver, upsetting her mother’s plans to make a the tragedies they experience. They have the ability to
brilliant marriage. In a remote cottage in Somerset Lorna deal with sorrow and the imagination to appreciate all
learns to skin rabbits, grow vegetables and keep chickens. that is precious in life: happiness is described as ‘a sheer
Lively excels on the subject of tenderness, and this love relish for what’s on offer. An animal sort of feeling.’
affair is finely drawn; Lorna and Matt treat each other with As the novel unfolds, Lively deftly draws the fragment-
kindness, humour and wonder. They have a daughter, ed past together. The threads that bind Lorna, Molly and
Molly, but then war breaks out; by the time Matt volun- Ruth together are as strong and as fine as silk. Ruth
teers and is sent to Crete, the reader has a sense of forebod- makes a pilgrimage to Crete, where her grandfather was
ing. The tension, and Lorna’s heart, is broken in 1941 killed in action, and visits the graveyard where she even-
when the postman approaches ‘neither smiling nor waving, tually locates a little white headstone engraved with his
… the man is beyond apology; he is felled by what he has name, one among thousands. She has been taken to the
to do, made speechless. He simply holds out the telegram.’ spot by an impossibly good-looking guide called Manolo,
This is the prelude to the stories of Molly and, later, of and for one perilous moment the poignancy of this scene
her daughter Ruth. The women share a dogged bohemi- is threatened: is Ruth going to have a Shirley Valentine
anism and reject conformity in order to live in remote experience? Luckily Lively is too canny a writer to opt
cottages or tall, crooked houses inhabited by a motley for such an obvious ploy. I think it was just a tease.
collection of eccentrics. They organise poetry readings or Consequences shows Penelope Lively at the top of her
work in little art galleries. It is refreshing to read a book game. She writes beautifully about people doing their best,
by a female writer in which all the male characters have about generosity and compassion. She is prolific, having
an almost noble decency. They’re not interested in the now produced forty novels and short story collections,
material world. They run the little art galleries or anti- but she is never less than vigilant in her impeccable style
quarian bookshops; they mend motorcycles and write and in her pursuit of probing the heart of what matters.
poetry in their spare time. Some of them have beards. To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 16
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L INDY B URLEIGH meets his soulmate, Francis Winham, and together they
indulge in muscular, militaristic fantasies, both deeply
DARK YOUNG THINGS ashamed of their parents’ effete liberalism and pacifism.
When the truth about his father is revealed to Charles
in a brutal fashion, his friendship with Francis is also
S AFE H OUSES destroyed, and his unease with his parents crystallises into
★ the rage that defines him. Edie’s brusque exculpatory
By David Pryce-Jones words – ‘if it doesn’t bother me, I don’t see why it should
(Sinclair-Stevenson 186pp £12.99) bother you’ – haunt his adult life and he remains ‘in
thrall to the past’, for ever emotionally trapped by the
SAFE HOUSES is a novel but it is written so convincingly greater drama and adventure of Adrian and Edie’s lives.
as a memoir, an unusually unsettling and poignant one, He is left private means by Edie’s brother killed in the
that it reads like thinly disguised autobiography. David war, gets through a couple of unsatisfactory marriages,
Pryce-Jones, an eminent historian, novelist and com- and travels in postwar Germany, where he uncovers more
mentator, keeps the reader guessing how closely the nar- dark secrets to indict a morally compromised generation.
rator’s unconventional childhood, spent before and dur- While David Pryce-Jones’s characters may be fictional,
ing the Second World War, resembles his own. The the anger he expresses, albeit in poised, measured prose,
intermingling of imaginary and real characters, as well as towards the intellectuals and artists who flirted with
the acutely observed period detail, brings a particular alternative lifestyles and radical politics in the aftermath
authenticity to the author’s vivid evocation of an era. of the First World War is genuine. The charge made
The steely and furious contempt with which the subject against them is that they are ‘wreckers, immersed in illu-
of the story, Adrian Maingard, is introduced sets the tone sion and flattery and mimicry, blurring every distinction
of the novel, and when it emerges that the incriminatory between right and wrong’, and that their careless social
narrative voice belongs to Charles Maingard, Adrian’s only and sexual experiments inflicted moral chaos and inse-
child, it seems, intriguingly, that this book is going to be curity on succeeding generations. At the end of his life
an elegantly written anatomy of a dysfunctional family. Charles’s vituperation subsides, but while there is regret
Adrian is a famous, but not quite brilliant, concert pianist, and sadness there is no spirit of forgiveness.
and he and his wife Edie are contemporaries of the elite To order this book at £10.39, see LR Bookshop on page 16
Bloomsbury circle (though firmly consigned to its fringes).
The critic John Middleton Murry, husband of Katherine
Mansfield and friend of D H Lawrence, is a visitor to their
house, but that’s as illustrious as it gets. Charles, a watchful,
solitary child, is mildly neglected by his parents, who
devote their energies to ‘art’ and the pursuit of Adrian’s
musical career. His early years, if lonely, pass comfortably
in Primrose Hill, where the Maingards live in a beautiful
Regency house which – like their prized possessions, a
Venetian chandelier and a painting by Guercino – has
been paid for by Edie’s parents, who bankroll their
Bohemian lifestyle. Among other things, working-class
Adrian stands accused of marrying for money.
Charles’s grievances against his parents seem to start –
rather unfairly perhaps – in earnest when their house is
hit by a stray bomb during the Blitz, leaving the family
homeless. He is evacuated to Wales to stay with his
mother’s parents as a result. Conservative by instinct and
taste, he immediately feels at home in the ordered, solid-
ly upper-middle-class world of his grandparents, and he
happily embraces the narrow conventionalism and cul-
tural philistinism which Edie was so desperate to escape.
Towards the end of the war the dispossessed Maingards
rent a cottage in the grounds of a grand estate in Kent,
giving Charles an insight into aristocratic life against
which his parents’ er ratic existence is, again,
unfavourably compared. At his progressive school he
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R ACHEL H ORE It frequently occurs to the reader that hardly any char-
acter in Minding earns the epithet ‘normal’. They are
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A S THE U NITED Nations, the L UCY P OPESCU because the authorities refuse
European Union and America all to divulge information regard-
seek to re-engage with Syria on M ICHEL K ILO ing numbers or names of those
Lebanon and Iraq, it is worth detained on political or security-
remembering the situation for writers and human rights related charges. It is virtually impossible for local human
activists working in Syria. Exactly a year after his arrest rights groups to function in Syria, which makes it hard to
on 14 May 2006, a prominent Syrian writer was jailed gather reliable information on political prisoners.
for his dissident writing and pro-reform activities. According to SHRC, all media sources in Syria are
Michel Kilo is one of ten Syrian civil-society activists ‘owned by the ruling regime, and reflect its view exclu-
who were arrested last year for their support of the sively, whilst celebrating its achievements and attacking
‘Beirut–Damascus Declaration’ of 12 May 2006, which and criminalising its opponents’. The authorities continue
called for the establishment of diplomatic relations to ban various Internet websites, including those owned
between Lebanon and Syria based on respect for each by the Syrian opposition and human rights organisations.
country’s sovereignty. According to Human Rights In September 2006 in these pages I wrote about
Watch, the declaration ‘called on Syria to recognize Professor Aref Dalila, former Dean of the Faculty of
Lebanon’s independence, highlighted the importance of Economics at Damascus University, arrested during the
improving economic ties on the basis of transparency, ‘Damascus Spring’ for a lecture in which he alleged offi-
rejected attempts to impose economic sanctions on the cial corruption and called for democracy and transparen-
Syrian people, and condemned attacks on Syrian workers cy. Like Kilo, he was charged with ‘weakening national
in Lebanon’. It was signed by several hundred Syrian and sentiment’. In October 2004 I focused on Dr Abdul
Lebanese nationals and was released the day before a draft Aziz Al-Khayer, sentenced in 1992 to twenty-two years’
resolution produced by America, Britain and France imprisonment for his membership of the non-violent
went before the United Nations Security Council calling Party for Communist Action. Al-Khayer was released in
on Syria to respect Lebanon’s sovereignty. November 2005, under a presidential amnesty, but
On 13 May 2007 Kilo was finally charged with Dalila remains in prison, in very poor health, recent
‘spreading false news, weakening national feeling and information suggesting that he has suffered a stroke.
inciting sectarian sentiments’ and sentenced to three Kilo has been a vocal critic of Syria, particularly dur-
years in prison. He was convicted by the Damascus ing the UN inquiry into the killing of former Lebanese
Criminal Court. Kilo is a writer and journalist who has Prime Minister Rafiq Hairiri, and has suffered persistent
written for the leading Lebanese daily Al-Nahar and the harassment from the Syrian authorities over the years as
London-based Arabic-language daily Al-Quds Al-Arabi a result of his work in support of democratic rights.
(http://www.alquds.co.uk). He is also a widely respect- There has been an international outcry about his recent
ed member of Syria’s domestic opposition. sentencing. Human rights organisations believe his impris-
Many see his sentencing as part of a wider crackdown onment is solely for his legitimate and peaceful pro-reform
against pro-reform activists and government opponents activities and therefore in violation of his internationally
in Syria in recent months. This includes the twelve-year recognised right to freedom of expression. Amnesty
prison sentence with hard labour handed down on 11 International point out that in pre-trial detention Kilo was
May 2007 to Dr Kamal al-Labwani, a physician and held in poor conditions, at times without adequate bed-
founder of the Democratic Liberal Gathering; while on ding or bed. He was reportedly prohibited from attending
25 April 2007 Anwar al-Bunni, a prominent human his mother’s funeral, although it is an established practice
rights lawyer and another of the ten civil-society activists in Syria to allow prisoners to attend their parents’ funerals.
arrested for their support of the declaration, was sen- Amnesty also believes that the fact that Kilo is detained in
tenced to five years in prison on politically motivated ’Adra prison, with suspected and convicted common
charges. In fact the London-based Syrian Human Rights criminals rather than with political prisoners, is a further
Committee (SHRC) cite the period beginning May attempt to de-legitimise his peaceful pro-democracy work.
2006 as the lowest point for human rights in Syria since Readers may like to send appeals calling for the release
Bashar Al-Assad became President in 2000. of Michel Kilo in accordance with Article 19 of the
However, these arrests are nothing new. Syria has a his- International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights, to
tory of imprisoning outspoken writers and critics of the which Syria is a signatory, to:
regime. Political prisoners frequently face unfair trials or His Excellency President Bashar al-Assad
are detained for long periods without charge or trial. President of the Republic
They are often held incommunicado, where they may be Presidential Palace
subject to torture or ill-treatment. SHRC estimated at Abu Rummaneh, Al-Rashid Street
one point that about 4,000 political prisoners were Damascus, Syrian Arab Republic
detained in Syria. It is difficult to know exact numbers Fax: 00 963 11 332 3410
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IAIN COLLEY wins first prize R EPORT BY T OM F LEMING each. Next month’s topic is
this month. The subject was ‘Home’. Please send your
‘The Gift’. He gets £300; Shirley Curran, in second entries to arrive by 25th July. Poems should rhyme,
place, gets £150; and everyone else printed gets £10 scan and make sense - harder than it sounds.
FIRST PRIZE When he gave her that bird in a tree and some doves,
TIMEO DANAOS ET DONA FERENTES But then came the hens and the swans and the geese
by Iain Colley And she hoped his obsession with poultry would cease.
They’ve got a word – ‘hubristic’. That was us.
We thought they’d done their worst and gone away, Half-buried in guano, she had to confess
stymied by Trojan resolution. Plus She’d have liked him the more if he’d given her less.
they’d left this wooden horse as if to say But he kept right on giving and, after the birds,
‘you win’ – dirty great thing, we never thought Except for some rings, it got really absurd.
we’d get it through the gate. Although we did,
and what a dumb move that was. We got caught, She got maidens who milked and ladies who danced
just when we were rejoicing we’d got rid. And lords who were leaping right out of their pants
The doom-and-gloom Laocoön was right And pipers apiping and drummers a-drumming
(much good it did him, though). The bloody horse And then, on day twelve, the presents stopped coming.
was packed with squaddies armed and fit to fight.
That’s Greeks for you – low cunning and brute force, By now she was sure that the man was insane
a deadly combination. Bid adieu, And vowed that she’d never come near him again
then sneak back in mobhanded. Rotten sods. Which shows beyond doubt, that it would have been nice
I figured ‘nemesis’ (that’s their word too) If, when shopping for gifts, he had asked for advice.
and legged it pronto, praying to the gods
those hoplites wouldn’t catch me, spent a week FORETELLING by G McIlraith
holed up in someone’s cellar. We were stiffed, ‘She has the Gift,’ they said. ‘You are doubly blest.’
and no mistake. So never trust a Greek, They took her away from me, from the sheltering clachan,
even when he is handing you a gift. Off to that holy isle in the rainswept west,
Roars of an alien ocean, no lulling lochan.
SECOND PRIZE
PROMETHEUS by Shirley Curran Sheep are still lambing and I am barren, bereft
Oh yes, you prized my gift, you wretched men, Of the consolation she gave, that chosen child.
shivering in winter caves. You thanked me when ‘She will be happy with us,’ they promised, and left
boldly I brought you fire. A glowing coal, Me with the pain she will know when her dreams are
hidden in my fennel wand, rashly I stole wild.
from the fierce Titans’ hearth. In that bleak night
you welcomed blazing logs. With wild delight Peewits are nesting, gorse is in sunny bloom.
you stewed the stringy flesh: no need to gnaw Where is the black-haired girl with deep strange eyes,
on frozen mammoth bones, to rip and claw She who sees death-marked men and cannot reverse
the raw and bloody meat. My gift of fire their doom,
roused Zeus whose injured pride and vengeful ire Hearing the warning notes in the seabirds’ cries?
chained me on Caucasus. Now here I lie;
daily Ethon devours my liver. ‘Why’ Far in the west, where the dying sun bleeds rays
I fiercely ask, ‘suffer this torment when Into amassing clouds, they will train her soon
I witness the perversity of men?’ How to forget her past while she learns their ways,
I gave you a good servant for your needs. Nurses her gift and watches the waxing moon.
Now angrily I watch the violent deeds
of your proud master, fire: the ravaged earth, GIVING by D A Prince
whole forests burned, vast greed, an ashy dearth I like to give, she tells me, peering at the tin,
of fuel. Awash with grief, I sadly learn but mainly animals. A man slips in a pound
to rue my gift of fire. Long may you burn! and winks. As though he knows it’s easier getting in
small change to help a donkey sanctuary, or found
JUST WHAT SHE ALWAYS WANTED another cats’ home. Even in the rain it’s tough
by J Garth Taylor to coax the cash for homeless, or the refugees,
In the first days of Christmas, she thought it was love or the depressed and hopeless, finding life too rough
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and needing someone listening, just a voice to ease CHANGE OF HEART by Alanna Blake
them back. And I’m the smile, and all the thank you-s here I smiled at his brash denial,
behind the tin. It isn’t only money, but the apology that was sent
a twoway thing, a small exchange – It’s not much, dear – with the gift-wrapped, gold-boxed phial
but it adds up. A few words, and the coppers put of grossly expensive scent –
more weight into the tin. How often it’s the old that fragrance my self once fancied
stretching their pensions, giving small scrapings of in its confident middle years;
their tightly-managed budgets – Thank you – and no cold the spiciness now turned rancid
shrug, but a generous smile. You’re welcome, love. reduced me to smarting tears.
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