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T HERE IS A long custom of K ATHRYN H UGHES now free to pop in and go ‘boo’
telling tales of the uncanny at whenever they feel like it.
Christmas. When Dickens spun
his classic yarn about four ghosts
trooping through Scrooge’s front
FESTIVE SPIRITS All this is a shame. For it seems
to me that we have never needed
our ghost stories more than now.
room, he wasn’t creating a tradi- Literary theorists will tell you that
tion so much as putting a particularly bright, shining star the genre has always flourished just at those moments
atop one that had existed for centuries. But he did it so when the known world feels as if it were slipping out of
brilliantly – that is, commercially – that at a single stroke control. In the 1860s writers including Wilkie Collins,
Christmas and Mystery, two nouns which had been Sheridan LeFanu, Ellen Wood and Mary Braddon
floating near each other for as long as anyone could produced a stream of narratives positively thrumming
remember, now started to do a more formal dance. with unhallowed doubles and vengeful revenants. Even
From then on, and right through the nineteenth century, the normally sedate Mrs Gaskell and George Eliot were
no December issue of any periodical was complete with- happy to produce short stories that shivered with uncer-
out a tale of ghostly haunting. In women’s magazines, the tainty. And all because beneath the apparently placid sur-
plot usually involved a long-deceased former lover who face of High Victorianism things were much less stable
insisted on turning up in church just as the heroine was than they seemed. The economy was about to stall
about to say ‘I do’. In boys’ magazines there were whole before going into free fall, while middle-class women
cohorts of wispy pirates or headless Cavaliers barging were calling for social and political changes that would
noisily through the frenetic plot. In those publications recalibrate relations between the sexes for ever. And it
aimed at gentlemen, meanwhile, the setting for a seasonal was this sense of dark things bubbling under that led
haunting was more likely to be a club library or ruined directly to all those tales of ghostly hands plucking at the
abbey. This tone of antiquarian connoisseurship was in heroine’s skirt or a wild shriek at midnight presaging the
turn brought to exquisite perfection by the Cambridge collapse of family and fortune.
scholar M R James, whose early ghost stories were read at Decades later, the principle held good for M R James
the Christmas gathering of King’s College in 1903. too. Written at a time of shrivelling Empire, James’s
Exactly how this association of Christmas with all things stories of ghostly abbots and cursed crowns allowed
spooky sprang up is probably lost for ever. It seems to have readers to experience a world that was infinitely bigger
something to do with the idea that around the time of the than the one they could reach out and touch. This
winter solstice the family ancestors return to share the fes- expanded realm might be threatening in the way that it
tival with their earthly relatives. In Scandinavia the shades flouted the rules of normal time and space. However,
would rattle the windows vigorously, while in Brittany by connecting readers with the possibility that their
people put out food that the ghosts would eat while the ancestors were watching over them, ready to warn of
living family attended church; tweak the custom a little coming terrors, James’s ghost stories also offered a
and you have the origin of leaving mince pies for Santa. thoughtful comfort in stormy times.
Whatever the exact form their teasing takes, the point It is exactly this sense of depth and mystery that we
these revenants are trying to make by their presence is that need so badly now. Our contemporary Christmases are
beyond this complacent corporeal world of mince pies and devoid of anything that speaks of the unknown or the
eggnog there lies a realm of infinite depth and boundless infinite. Presents come branded, experiences pre-pack-
space whose dimensions can never be fully known. The aged. Advent calendars tell the story of the Simpsons,
ghost is terrifying not because it means us any harm (it while little girls long for a Bratz doll. Adults, in turn,
doesn’t, usually) but because it jolts us out of any lulling hope to find under the Christmas tree not a new piece
sense that we are the masters of our own universe. of sheet music but a replacement iPod nano for the one
Recently, though, we seem to have lost this relationship they left on the train only last month. And if the story of
between Christmas and tales of the supernatural. Perhaps the Christ child gets told at all, it is with anything likely
it’s something to do with the way that Hallowe’en has been to unsettle left out (primary schools now routinely omit
boosted by cultural borrowings from the States, to the any references to Herod’s slaughter of the Innocents on
point where it has become a swollen celebration of plastic the grounds that it might disturb worried little boys).
terror, less about the undead walking the streets than about Against this landscape of flat surfaces and primary
children high on sugar playing noisily in their neighbours’ colours we need the depth and drama of the ghost story.
gardens. Perhaps, too, the commodification of the super- The clutching hand, the light brush against our hair, the
natural in the form of the Harry Potter multi-platform mysterious guide who vanishes with the daylight – these
franchise has deadened us to any sense that it is specifically are more than leftover fragments from a dried-up tradi-
in midwinter that ghosts and ghoulies take up temporary tion. They are, rather, reminders that we are still living
residence on earth. Unanchored from both the pagan and in a world which is infinitely less singular than we care
the Christian calendar, the denizens of the nether world are to imagine.
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CONTENTS
DIANA ATHILL is the author of Stet BIOGRAPHY 14 JOHN GRAY Alexis de Tocqueville: Prophet of Democracy in the Age
and Yesterday Morning: A Very English
Childhood, both published by Granta. of Revolution Hugh Brogan
15 P AUL J OHNSON Mellon: An American Life David Cannadine
J OHN B REWER teaches in the 17 DIANA ATHILL Beatrix Potter: A Life in Nature Linda Lear
Humanities and Social Sciences at the
California Institute of Technology. 18 JOHN BREWER Edmund Curll, Bookseller Paul Baines & Pat Rogers
20 CHRISTOPHER COKER Dean Acheson Robert L Beisner
CHRISTOPHER COKER is Professor of
21 PAUL ADDISON Churchill’s Man of Mystery: Desmond Morton
International Relations at the London
School of Economics and author of and the World of Intelligence Gill Bennett
several books on international security. 23 A NDREW T AYLOR Amerigo: The Man Who Gave His
R ICHARD O VERY ’s The Dictators:
Name to America Felipe Fernández-Armesto
Hitler’s Germany, Stalin’s Russia was
awarded the Wolfson Prize for SHORT STORY 24 MAGGIE GEE Ring-barking
History 2005 (Penguin).
D AVID P ROFUMO ’s Bringing the HISTORY 28 RICHARD OVERY Stalin’s Wars: From World War to Cold
House Down: A Family Memoir is War, 1939–1953 Geoffrey Roberts
published by John Murray. 30 RALEIGH TREVELYAN Anzio: The Friction of War – Italy and
JAMES DELINGPOLE spent the Eighties the Battle for Rome 1944 Lloyd Clark
wishing he could be the next Rupert 32 G ILES M ILTON Breaking the Chains: The Royal Navy’s War
Everett. Sadly being neither beautiful Against White Slavery Tom Pocock
enough nor sufficiently gay, he had 33 F RANK M C L YNN Why Alfred Burned the Cakes: A King and
to become a hack instead. His next
book, a compendium of rants called his Eleven-Hundred-Year Afterlife David Horspool
How To Be Right, is published in 35 P IERS B RENDON Ends of British Imperialism: The Scramble for
March by Headline. Empire, Suez and Decolonisation Wm Roger Louis
36 BLAIR WORDEN The Last Revolution: 1688 amd the Creation of
BLAIR WORDEN is Research Professor
of History at the University of London. the Modern World Patrick Dillon
37 JONATHAN KEATES The War of Wars: The Epic Struggle
ELISABETH LUARD has been writing
about food for twenty years. Her
between Britain and France, 1793–1815 Robert Harvey
latest book, Truffles, is published by
Frances Lincoln. MEMOIRS & DIARIES 39 MICHAEL BARBER Point to Point Navigation: A Memoir Gore Vidal
40 JOHN ADAMSON Things I Didn’t Know Robert Hughes J OHN A DAMSON is a Fellow of
41 MICHAEL BLOCH King’s Counsellor: Abdication and War – the Peterhouse, Cambridge. His new
book, The Noble Revolt: The Overthrow
Diaries of Sir Alan Lascelles (Ed) Duff Hart-Davis of Charles I, is published by Weidenfeld
43 H UGH M ASSINGBERD The Great War Diaries of Georgina & Nicolson early in the New Year.
Lee: Home Fires Burning (Ed) Gavin Roynon
PIERS BRENDON’s The Decline and Fall
44 J AMES D ELINGPOLE Red Carpets and Other Banana Skins of the British Empire will be published
Rupert Everett next autumn by Jonathan Cape.
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From the Mayflower ‘dangerous nation’ has always harboured hopes of reshap-
ing the world in its own image, and therefore will
probably not stop until it is either successful or it destroys
to Bush itself (and possibly also the world) in the process.
As Kagan, author of the highly influential Paradise and
Power, takes his reader chronologically through nearly
DANGEROUS N ATION : A MERICA AND THE three centuries of American history from the Puritans to
WORLD 1600–1898 McKinley, in the first of what will be a two-volume
★ work bringing us up to the present day, he dispatches
By Robert Kagan the Buchanan thesis with superb aplomb backed up by
(Atlantic Books 527pp £25) first-rate scholarship.
The Puritans were not hoping to set up ‘a city upon
THIS WELL-RESEARCHED, well-written and hard-hitting a hill’ in America, cut off from the world; rather, they
history book ends at the outbreak of the Spanish- were global revolutionaries who saw the New World as
American War in 1898, yet it addresses one of the most a temporary refuge before they returned to force their
important questions of our time: what truly drives the theology upon the Old. By the 1776 schism, Kagan
United States of America? Is there something about the argues convincingly, ‘the ambitions driving Americans
pathology or psychology or birthright of the USA that towards their future overwhelming global power were
makes her naturally expansionist, and desirous of already in place’. Revolutionary statesmen such as
spreading her way of government around the world? Is George Washington and Alexander Hamilton were
she – au fond – a neo-conservative power? perfectly comfortable with the word ‘empire’ as a
The generally accepted historical narrative is that mod- description for a future United States, and the universal
ern America began in the early seventeenth century as a ideology that their revolution spawned impelled them
rejection of evil outside (ie European) influences, and that towards connections with the rest of the world. Phrases
the Pilgrim Fathers were happy in their isolation. The like ‘All men are created equal’ could not be confined
War of Independence was further evidence of American solely to the American continent, after all; the natural
unwillingness to be connected with the corruption of the rights of Man could not logically extend simply to the
anciens régimes of the Old World. George Washington’s English-speaking New England gentlemen-farmers and
Farewell Address on leaving the presidency in 1796 laid lawyers who spearheaded what turned out to be the
down a ‘great rule’ to avoid ‘entangling alliances’ at all greatest revolt in human history.
costs, a directive their leaders acceded to resolutely. Kagan shows how the Founding Fathers understood
According to this beguiling thesis, the American Civil that America needed to be independent in order to have
War and westward expansionism showed that the United a legitimate government that could make treaties and
States were essentially inward-looking, until a near-lunatic alliances with powers – primarily France – that in turn
neo-con movement led by Presidents William McKinley could help her assert her independence. It was a curi-
and Theodore Roosevelt professing Manifest Destiny ously circular argument, but one which made perfect
lured the virginal republic into the evil ways of Western sense to the men of 1776. ‘We are pointing out the way
imperialism in the Philippines and elsewhere. Afterwards to struggling nations who wish, like us, to emerge from
she was laid prey to involvement in world wars that had their tyrannies’ was not said by some neo-con from the
little to do with her, until this essentially alien neo-con Bush Administration, but by Thomas Jefferson.
impulse inveigled her into mad adventures such as the For generations it has been assumed that Washington’s
invasion of Iraq and Afghanistan in 2003. Neo-conserva- Farewell Address – which was read out in Congress in its
tive interventionism is thus presented as deeply foreign to entirety every February until the 1970s – formed the
America’s traditional and natural preferences. isolationist basis of American foreign policy until the
This might be thought of as the Pat Buchanan school Spanish-American War. Not so, argues Kagan in a mas-
of American history, and Robert Kagan shows it to be terful analysis of the political situation pertaining in
perniciously false right from pretty much the moment 1796: in fact, all that the first president was hoping to do
the Mayflower docked. For him, America was a ‘danger- was warn Jefferson and the Republicans off a French
ous nation’ from the very start. This book will appeal alliance. Rather than intending the message of the
to neo-cons as proving that their theories of global Address to stand for all time, Washington and Hamilton’s
enlightenment have antecedents going back centuries, ‘chief purpose was immediate and political’.
and that they are thus in the mainstream of American When in October 1783 the Marquis de Lafayette
historical tradition and practice rather than the wild, proposed a visit by Washington to Europe, he replied
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Alan Bennett’s
that he would sooner tour what he called ‘the New
Empire’ from Detroit via the Mississippi to the
Carolinas. The primary reason that the Federalists
opposed ‘entangling alliances’ in the 1790s, Kagan
thehistoryboys
believes, is that they wanted to get on with their west-
ward imperialism. He backs up this thesis with a welter
of apposite contemporary documents.
The ever-present American ambition to hegemonise
‘A class act’
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the Western Hemisphere took a leap with the Monroe
Doctrine of December 1823, which excluded European
powers from interfering in the politics of any American
republic and closed further colonisation there. ‘As
American power and influence grew,’ comments Kagan,
‘so did Americans’ tendency to press their own principles
on the world around them.’
The Manifest Destiny concept has its origins in the
1840s, especially during the presidency of James A
Polk, who added over one million square miles to the
territory of the USA and laid claim to the entire conti-
nent bound by the Atlantic, Pacific, 49th Parallel and
Rio Grande. The annexation of Texas, war with
Mexico and pacification of the Wild West were all a
part of this great imperial mission, which astonishingly
was not even derailed by a most debilitating Civil War
two decades later.
Even then, as Kagan points out, the centrality of
America’s foreign-policy destiny infused the North in its
struggle with the Confederacy. For men like Lincoln’s
secretary of state William Seward, the Civil War was
needed to ‘qualify ourselves for our mission’. The essen-
tial contradiction of a nation born in liberty that
nonetheless kept slaves had to be ended, thereby legit-
imising America’s dreams of liberating the rest of the
globe. As Kagan puts it, Seward and other Republicans’
vision of an empire of freedom depended on a
consolidated, prosperous, continental Union,
cleansed of the stain of slavery, which would form
the essential base from which America’s global
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life was really dedicated to the people.’ Laird, a doughty
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ONLY NELSON MANDELA rivals the Dalai Lama as Top him, ‘religion is poison. I think he told me this sincerely’.
Living Human. Both men deserve all the admiration – But in his autobiography, Freedom in Exile (the usually
reverence, really – showered on them; what keeps them well-informed Laird misses this), the Dalai Lama recalls
from 100 per cent perfection is their capacity for contra- that when Mao said those words to him,
diction. In 1991 I heard Mandela say that human rights I felt a violent burning sensation all over my face and
were indivisible and must always be championed loudly I was suddenly very afraid. ‘So,’ I thought, ‘you are
and in public. He was on his way to Beijing so I asked the destroyer of the Dharma [the teachings of the
him if he would raise the plight of political prisoners Buddha] after all.’
with his Chinese hosts. Without For many years the Dalai Lama
missing a beat, he assured me he has had to conciliate Beijing.
would not. ‘In our darkest hour,’ There was a time when the Dalai
he explained, ‘the Chinese helped Lama insisted that histor ically
us with money and weapons.’ Tibet was independent. When
Since then, more than once, he Laird reminds the Dalai Lama of
has said that paths to democracy this, the Lama can only say: ‘If
vary and China has its own. the Chinese government put a
China has exercised a greater condition on me that I should
contradictory power on the mind accept that Tibet has historically
of the Dalai Lama – who, unlike always been an inalienable part of
Mandela, has suffered at Beijing’s China, if I say yes, history will
hands – since the Chinese army not change because of that, history
crossed into Tibet in 1950. The will remain as histor y.’ When
years of trauma have taught the Laird presses again, asking if the
Lama caution, and this stands out Laughing at eighty: Harrer with the Dalai Lama Lama is willing to say ‘Tibet is
in Thomas Laird’s account of his not part of the People’s Republic
remarkable fifty hours of conversation with Tibet’s spiri- of China’, the Lama replies, ‘No. I have not done that,
tual leader. The Lama has to confront a deadly problem: and I think we need to face the current reality.’ He
how to secure, through his emissaries to Beijing, a sig- wants a settlement, ‘within a framework of the
nificant measure of internal autonomy for Tibetans Chinese constitution: with Tibet as a part of the
without giving the Chinese cause to continue accusing People’s Republic’. His remarks about the cynicism of
him of ‘splittism’ – that is, working to achieve full the US – which has blown hot and cold on Tibet for
Tibetan independence. fifty years, always in direct proportion to the tenor of
In the past the Dalai Lama has said many times to visitors its relations with China – are scathing.
that he admires certain aspects of Marxism. He says this The Dalai Lama’s tortuous negotiations with Beijing
again to Laird: ‘The idea of taking care of the less-privi- take up only a small part of this big book. Much of the
leged people, of working-class people, this is wonderful.’ rest is occupied with Tibetan history since earliest times.
But unlike Buddhism, he adds, ‘What is lacking in New readers can learn a lot. There is a good discussion
Marxism is compassion ... and they deliberately promote of Mongol and Manchu relations with Tibet, which
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Beijing uses as proof that Tibet was Chinese from at least V ICTOR S EBESTYEN
the thirteenth century – although in other contexts the
Chinese regard Mongols and Manchus as ‘barbarians’.
Laird is extremely knowledgeable on the subject; but the
Dalai Lama is not especially interested in history, though
SNAPSHOTS FROM HUNGARY
he adds little snippets of information here and there, R EVOLUTION IN H UNGARY: T HE 1956
usually being careful to distinguish myth from fact. B UDAPEST U PRISING
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and future affect the past. The Dalai Lama politely lets him By Roger Gough
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revealed to the uninitiated. The Dalai Lama emerges from
this book more fully and, if I may say, more as a human THE VIOLENCE ON the streets of Budapest over recent
being than from most of the dozens of other books in weeks sent a rush of commentators to the editorial pages
which he appears. and the broadcast studios comparing the new wave of
A niggle: I think Laird smears most American historians Hungarian riots to the bloody Revolution of 1956.
and political scientists who work on China, whom he Superficially, in today’s continuing protests, there are
accuses of self-censoring to gain access to China. I don’t some echoes of the tragic failure fifty years ago which
doubt he met some who were afraid to criticise Beijing; became the defining moment of the Cold War.
but, speaking as someone who has been banned from The streets where the demonstrators have clashed with
China since 1991 (partly for going often to Tibet), this is riot police are familiar – flashier now, the shop windows
not true of the majority of the experts. filled with luxury items from Fifth Avenue and the rue
Heinrich Harrer is justifiably well known for Seven Saint-Honoré, but still recognisably and eternally
Years in Tibet, an account of his escape from a German Mitteleuropa. The tricolour with a hole in its heart, which
POW camp in India, his arduous trek across the the present protestors held aloft at all available opportuni-
Himalayas and his arrival in Tibet, where he became an ties, has resonant symbolism. It is the flag under which
intimate of the little Dalai Lama. If you haven’t read it, 2,700 Hungarians died in 1956 in their doomed struggle
do so at once. This new book is a re-warmed version of against the overwhelming force of the Soviet Union.
Seven Years, with a great deal of extra autobiographical Yet that is where the comparisons end. The protesters
material, rather vain much of it, detailing Harrer’s years who, on the anniversary date of 23 October, disrupted
before and after Lhasa. Harrer was a terrific skier, climber what was supposed to be a solemn commemoration of
and explorer all his life and the book tells us about those the Uprising do not seem, as they claim to be, the heirs
exploits; but the Lhasa passages here have none of the of ’56. It is not their uniform of shaven heads and heavy
charm or energy of the previous book. Harrer, not for boots that raises doubts. It is their look of anger and rage
the first time, takes up his Nazi past (he got married in at the world, rather than the hope that inspired the
his SS uniform), which he doesn’t excuse, though he says students and young workers who led the Revolution.
he regrets it; but he does say that applying to become a And who now plays the part of the Soviets, whose
Nazi was just a way to get on with his real interests. troops left Hungary in 1990? The 1956 Revolt was far
Harrer and the Dalai Lama remain close and I can see more a national struggle for independence against for-
why. Those seven years meant a lot to both of them. But eign occupation than a battle against Communism. The
in Laird’s book the Dalai Lama mentions Harrer exactly present rioting, on the other hand, was sparked by an
once in over 450 pages. He says that during the Second admission from the Prime Minister, Ferenc Gyurcsany,
World War, because Germany and Italy were small, he that he lied about the parlous state of the Hungarian
thought they were being bullied and ‘my sympathy was economy in order to win an election last spring.
with Germany’. Only after the war, when the Dalai It is true that the Socialist government today was reborn
Lama was ten, did he learn what the Germans had done. from the ashes of the old Hungarian Communist Party
The Dalai Lama observes that his tutors knew next to after 1989. Gyurcsany himself was head of the Communist
nothing about the outside world. Heinrich Harrer did, youth wing, which used to refer to the Uprising of 1956 as
but neglected to tell his little friend. a ‘counter-revolution’, but that was before he became a
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There are a few older apparatchiks in that also emerges from Roger
the governing Party with unsavoury Gough’s excellent, scholarly biogra-
pasts. But Hungary’s Socialist Party is phy of the enigmatic man who led
about as left-wing as New Labour is in Hungary for thirty-two years after the
Britain. The unrest now is an extension failed revolution.
of party politics, and the divisions, such Kadar was the illegitimate son of a
as they are, have to do with what hap- washerwoman, and unlike so many of
pened in the past, not policy today. The the Communist leaders in the Soviet
betting in Budapest is that Gyurcsany bloc he came from the working class
will survive, probably for rather longer whose interests the Party was supposed
than his chum Tony Blair, with whom to represent. This meant he had no
he is reportedly on very good terms. illusions about the workers. He had
The two have apparently become close a hard life, even before he was jailed
over the last couple of years and are by the fascists and then by the
allies on var ious European issues, Communists in the Stalinist purges of
though it is not known whether they the early 1950s. Kadar never showed
have had any conversations about the his true feelings, a quality which, as
nature of truth in politics. Gough explains, helped him navigate
Another vast difference between the his decades in power under the aegis of
unrest now and fifty years ago is in tex- his masters in the Kremlin.
ture and atmosphere. The abiding Insurgents take down Lenin’s portrait, 1956 Kadar originally backed the 1956
images of 1956 – from the Russian Uprising, became Communist Party
tanks on the streets of Budapest to street-fighters, often as boss and betrayed the Revolution after ten days. He
young as twelve or thirteen, throwing Molotov cocktails – defected to Moscow, and was installed by the Russians as
were captured in black and white. The best were by the the puppet leader who would pacify the country after
German-born Magnum photographer Erich Lessing, who Soviet troops brutally crushed the revolt. Gough’s tireless
knew Hungary from many visits in the 1950s and under- archive work has unearthed fascinating new material that
stood the place well. His latest photo-essay contains some establishes beyond doubt that it was Kadar rather than
well-known pictures that have rightly become classics and the Russians who insisted that Imre Nagy, figurehead of
many ‘lost’ images that are shown here for the first time. the Revolution and a potential rival, was hanged.
Lessing is a master at evoking the frenetic pace of the After five years of brutal reprisals he liberalised the
revolutionary moment, the breathless excitement and regime. Hungary became ‘the merriest barracks in the
heroism as well as the blood and gore. He is a good camp’ and Kadar was the father of ‘gulyas Communism’
writer, too. His memoir of being a journo/photograph- (a term he never used himself), which abandoned the
er in a conflict zone – now a genre of hack literature – is worst excesses of Soviet-style totalitarianism. But
full of life and colour, far less self-referential than most. Hungary was still a basket case. Kadar’s ‘new economic
He tells of covering a shootout in the morning before model’ that was supposed to bring fresh inspiration to
returning to the Duna Hotel to see what was for lunch Communist rule was a smoke-and-mirrors act, per-
in the packed dining room. ‘A waiter said “Mr Lessing, formed with a Platinum credit card. When Communism
our gulyas is delicious today.” I ate it with gusto, then got collapsed in 1989, Hungary turned out to be the most
in the car and drove back to the revolution.’ indebted nation in Eastern Europe.
This book also contains excellent essays by the Gough’s account of his last years is painful to read, as
French/Hungarian academic François Fejto outlining Kadar grows senile and sclerotic but is still bent on cling-
the story of the Uprising and its meaning now, and a ing to power as long as possible – tracking in so many
brilliant memoir by the Hungarian novelist Gyorgy ironic ways the death throes of Communism itself.
Konrad, who was a student in Budapest in 1956 and a Yet in Hungary now Kadar is remembered with affec-
reluctant revolutionary who seemed to carry a gun more tion and respect as Uncle Janos, the kindly old man who
as a fashion statement than a political one. ‘I had a protected Hungary from the Soviet Union after the heroic
machine gun … the way a citizen carries an umbrella, failure of ’56. A recent opinion poll suggested that he was
sensing it might be of use; after all safe is safe.’ one of the most popular Hungarian leaders ever and
One of the best portraits in Lessing’s collection is of would walk to victory if somehow he could be brought
Janos Kadar, the dominant figure in Hungary’s post-war back to life. Maybe. But it is unlikely that those anti-
history. He is shown with an earnest look, his intense Socialist protesters in Budapest who still show themselves
gaze fixed on an interlocutor as he rams home a point outside Parliament each day would be voting for him.
with all the appearance of sincerity. This is the Kadar To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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is loaded with signs and symbols, as deconstructionists photographers and painters who have tried to do justice to
might say. The fact, later revealed, that the robber this unique place: as he is sitting on his stoep with some
turned out to have been a violent rapist as well, and is friends, drinking beer, after returning home from a brief
now serving forty-five years, is also highly significant in and presumably unhappy emigration, Vladislavic reflects:
this violent, racially tense and vibrant place. But the lit- This is our climate. We have grown up in this air,
tle details, like the full names of the African policemen, this light, and we grasp it on the skin, where it grasps
on the side of a gorilla in a gunbattle, the use of the us. We know this earth, this grass, this polished red
word ‘bakkie’ – a small pick-up truck – and the eager- stone with the soles of our feet. We will never be
ness of the (white) surgeons to operate on a gorilla, are ourselves anywhere else. Happier, perhaps, healthier,
all charged with meaning for those of us who know the less burdened, more secure. But we will never be
place. Later, rather mischievously, Vladislavic tells us that closer to who we are than this.
the police commissioner, Jackie Selebi, is in trouble for This is a truly marvellous piece of work, and my only
calling a black employee a chimpanzee. fear is that it may not mean much to people who don’t
This is a love letter to Johannesburg, to its surface tex- know Johannesburg. I read it and I was deeply moved.
tures and rough beauty, and to some of the writers, To order this book at £10.39, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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AN AMBIVALENT AUTHORITY this view without much in the way of argument, and in
fact many of the experiences he reports testify to
America’s abiding difference from other countries – he
A LEXIS DE TOCQUEVILLE : P ROPHET OF was as dumbfounded by America’s intense religiosity as
D EMOCRACY IN THE AGE OF R EVOLUTION most Europeans are today, for example. Hugh Brogan
★ gives a vivid account of the ambivalent responses
By Hugh Brogan America evoked in Tocqueville when – for reasons that
(Profile Books 724pp £30) are still not entirely clear – he made his celebrated tour
in 1831–32. Brogan shows how often the sometimes
IN 1927 PAUL VALÉRY wrote that Europe dreams of clairvoyantly far-seeing French aristocrat viewed the
being ruled by an American Commission, and for many country through the prejudices of his class and time. It
Europeans America is still seen as having an enviable might be thought that Tocqueville is by now a rather
freedom from the burdens of the past. There may be few familiar figure, but he emerges anew from Brogan’s
who would now want to be subject to American rule consummately skilful presentation as an intricate and in
but there are still many who see America as standing for some ways contradictory personality. Blessed with a nat-
a kind of freedom and equality to which Europeans can urally inquiring turn of mind, he was also plagued by
still only aspire. It is a view as common on the left of doubt, and struggled almost to the end of his life to
politics as on the right. There seem sustain his Catholic faith. A sensitive
to be plenty of ex-communists and man, Tocqueville was also capable of
former Trotskyites who regard the a harshness that grates on our ears
United States with a loyalty and rever- nowadays. One of his aims on his
ence of a sort they once reserved for American tour was to investigate the
the Soviet Union, and who round on prison system – then as now a core
critics of US policies as enemies of American institution – with the help
progress. Right across the spectrum of of his friend, Gustave de Beaumont.
opinion Amer ica is seen as the Writing of a prisoner in solitary con-
supreme modern society, which more finement in Philadelphia, he notes
than any other embodies the future. that the man was healthy, well
If any one writer can be said to be clothed, well fed, well bedded.
responsible for this view, it must be ‘However, he is deeply unhappy; the
Alexis de Tocqueville. This acutely wholly mental punishment inflicted
observant, high-strung French noble- on him fills his soul with a fear far
man has been hugely influential in deeper than that of whips and chains.
disseminating the idea that America is Is it not thus that an enlightened and
the country in whose path all others humane society should punish?’ Here
are bound – sooner or later, one way Tocqueville was not harking back to
or another – to follow. Tocqueville’s feudal cruelty. He was writing as one
Democracy in America is a classic not of the progressive thinkers of the
only on account of its insights into De Tocqueville: oui, the people time – as he did when he wrote
American life but because it suggests condoning the savagery that accom-
that the dilemmas faced by America are those that will panied the conquest of Algeria. As Brogan notes,
confront European countries in future. Chief among Tocqueville may never have been able to shake off a
these is reconciling personal liberty with democracy. certain nostalgia for the ancien régime. He was always
Tocqueville understood democracy as being at bottom caught between a past that never wholly lost the quali-
the acceptance of human equality rather than any one ties of an idyll and a revolutionary present whose upshot
type of government. He was afraid that in breaking with was uncertain. But he was the reverse of a reactionary,
the complex hierarchies of Europe America could fall and embraced what he believed to be enlightened and
into a type of mass conformism, and he feared the same modern with a righteous enthusiasm.
could happen in Europe itself as it shook off its feudal It is hard to do justice to the artistry with which
inheritance. The trend towards democracy was benign Brogan renders this complicated character. Tocqueville’s
and irreversible, even providentially ordained, but it friendships and ambitions, his passionate and anxious
carried with it a threat to freedom of mind and action. marriage, his restless cyclothymic personality as a result of
Toqueville’s classic relies for much of its interest on his which he passed regularly through moods of melancholy
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and elation – all this is beautifully brought out. His life- Brogan’s book leaves the reader with some fascinating
long attachment to his devoted friend Beaumont, to questions about Tocqueville’s view of America. Would
whom he wrote begging him to visit when he was dying he not be appalled by the power of fundamentalism in
in Cannes, is charted with great subtlety. Brogan’s the US today? Tocqueville seems, at the end, to have
delicate touch does not desert him when he recounts been a believer; but like most European intellectuals at
Tocqueville’s exchanges with Arthur Gobineau, the the time he aspired to be reasonable, and believed being
intellectually gifted but repulsive author of the two- modern went with growing rationality. It is hard to
volume Essay on the Inequality of Man, which was to imagine him being other than horrified by the spectacle
have a baleful influence in the late nineteenth and early of a country a quarter of whose population rejects
twentieth century as a kind of encylopedia of racism. Darwinism and lives in expectation of Armageddon. If
The book is also rich in delightful vignettes, as when he were confronted with it as it is at the start of the
Tocqueville is described drinking in the Gothic scene twenty-first century, would Tocqueville change his view
of Oxford at night. Though I have read Tocqueville on of America? Or would he revise his beliefs about what it
and off over many years, I felt as if I knew the man means to be modern? It is impossible to tell. Still, it is
behind the writings for the first time. Brogan has given not difficult to envisage this inquiring thinker conclud-
us a masterly reconstruction of the European milieu by ing that America is not the paradigm of modernity he
which Tocqueville was formed, and the definitive imagined it to be but a one-off experiment, which
biography of one of the nineteenth century’s most seems destined to remain different from Europe and the
representative thinkers. rest of the world.
It is a study of the life not the work, but Hugh To order this book at £24, see LR Bookshop on page 27
The Man with the improved the currency. He invented the modern budget
machinery. He extricated the country from its wartime
system of ‘progressive’ taxation, cut taxes, and at the
Midas Touch same time improved revenue returns and reduced the
national debt by a third. His was the principle – since
successfully applied by Reagan and Bush – that tax cuts
M ELLON : A N A MERICAN L IFE can actually increase yields from high earners. He
★ proved, at any rate in his own case, that a good business-
By David Cannadine man can also run a country’s finances with notable
(Allen Lane / The Penguin Press 779pp £30) success. His slogan was ‘More business in government,
less government in business’. The trouble was, his advice
DAVID CANNADINE HAS written a large-scale life of one was not always taken. Though he got on well with
of America’s greatest business leaders, Andrew Mellon Coolidge (the two were both taciturn and conversation
(1855–1937). He has had full cooperation from the between them was ‘a succession of pauses’), Hoover, an
Andrew W Mellon Foundation, to whom the book is interventionist and social engineer, was almost his
dedicated, and so this is effectively an official life. As such antithesis. Mellon regarded the Wall Street Crash of 1929
it is overdue and will, I imagine, be widely welcomed as an overdue corrective. His advice was to abandon
and read. Mellon was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Hoover’s fiddling with the economy and return to strict
heartland of US heavy industry. He inherited from his laissez-faire: ‘Liquidate labour, liquidate stocks, liquidate
father a bank, T Mellon & Sons, and expanded it. From the farmers, liquidate real estate … and so purge the
1902 it became the Mellon National Bank, one of the rottenness out of the economy.’ It was the only sensible
great names in US banking. But Mellon was far from advice Hoover received throughout his presidency. He
being merely a banker. Some would call him the leading not only ignored it but did the opposite, beginning the
venture capitalist of his day. He created, among other process of government intervention which, greatly aug-
companies, the great aluminium corporation, Alcoa, and mented under F D Roosevelt, deepened the recession
Gulf Oil. into the Great Depression and prolonged it, in effect, up
It was a shrewd move of War ren Harding, the to the outbreak of the Second World War.
Republican President who followed Woodrow Wilson, Mellon also had a third career as an art collector and
to make Mellon Secretary to the Treasury in 1921. He philanthropist, who almost single-handedly created one
served in this post under not only Harding but his two of the world’s great museums, the National Gallery of
successors, Coolidge and Hoover, over a matter of Art in Washington, endowing it and stocking it with his
eleven years in all. He has been described as the greatest pictures. These included the little portrait I would most
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like to own in all the world, used for instance by the Nazis. It
Vermeer’s Girl in a Red Hat, which had also been used in the US to
he had bought for the modest sum put into prison gangsters who
of $125,000. Mellon did not have could not be convicted of any
the superlative eye of the coke- charge other than tax evasion.
man, Fr ick, but he bought This in itself was a dubious strat-
shrewdly on the whole, especially egy, but it is significant that
from the Hermitage, which Stalin Elmer Ivey, who was head of the
was disgorging in return for hard Treasury’s Intelligence Unit and
currency. He dealt chiefly with had been the nemesis of Al
Duveen, often out-manoeuvring Capone, thought there was no
the old rogue and getting him to case against Mellon. Indeed he
reduce his pr ices. Cannadine had already survived two thor-
describes his acquisitive career in ough investigations by the IRS,
detail, quoting prices, but giving which were perfectly proper, and
few clues to Mellon’s philosophy another by the Justice
of art, if he had one. The trouble Department, which was less so,
is, he was an inarticulate man who before FDR got going and egged
could not put into words his on the Attorney General to pros-
feelings, either about art or his ecution. Cannadine shows
often difficult relationships with beyond any possible doubt that
his children. He is the kind of sub- Mellon: lost for words the President was personally and
ject who is no help at all to his deeply involved in the vendetta.
biographer, and Cannadine cannot bring him to life. It was accompanied by prejudicial leaks, hostile com-
Given his services to the country, and the munificence ment by Mellon’s critics and enemies in Congress, and
of his benefaction, Mellon’s old age in the 1930s should by venomous books and articles by writers in some cases
have been serene and dignified. In fact it was a long briefed by the administration. Despite all the carefully
agony of persecution, almost entirely due to the malig- worked-up prejudice, Mellon (and his companies)
nity of FDR. The new President in 1933 was, by survived everything FDR could throw at him, and he
American standards, ‘old money’, with all the patina of was triumphantly acquitted by a grand jury. But the final
wisdom, statesmanship and gentility which (in his view) vindication did not come until after his death, and
long-inherited wealth acquired. He adopted from his despite his acquittal, the impression was left in many
Republican cousin Theodore a policy of denouncing American minds that there was no smoke without
‘new money’ titans as ‘malefactors of great wealth’. fire. Mellon’s reputation as an honest man and a
Indeed, in 1926 he had himself identified Mellon as ‘the distinguished public servant was permanently damaged.
master mind’ of such malefactors. Soon after taking Cannadine’s account should go a long way to setting
office, and after a personal meeting with Mellon at things right.
which he was, to put it mildly, duplicitous and deceitful, I have always thought that Roosevelt’s persecution of
FDR authorised and directed a campaign to convict Mellon is the worst single thing on his entire record,
Mellon of tax evasion in his 1930–32 tax returns. The showing both his personal vindictiveness and his
campaign, or persecution (it was nothing less), went on contempt for the law. It amazes me that so many people
for the rest of the old man’s still consider him a great
life, and poisoned it. president. But his reputation
Cannadine descr ibes all is gradually being chipped
the devious, and sometimes away. Amity Schlaes’s long-
unlawful and unconstitu- awaited demolition of the
tional, moves by FDR in New Deal, due next year,
this infamous business in will be a big step forward
considerable detail, and it to establishing the truth.
makes the best part of the In the meantime, David
book. Perverting the www.lifelinespress.co.uk Cannadine’s account of old
income-tax system, for the Turning your memoirs into family heirlooms Mellon’s sufferings is another
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D IANA ATHILL eventually to lead poor Beatrix a far from merry dance.
By the time she was twenty-eight she was referring
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even saw a certain friendliness develop, fuelled by hopes not entirely self-deceiving. He was wrong then. But he
of a new post-war order. The impulse to compete did might have no reason to change his opinion today. What
not then exist. It came some years later during the he would find so tragic is that with terrorism still unde-
Berlin Crisis in 1948. The Cold War crept up upon a feated, and China on the rise, and the Western alliance
world unprepared for it. It took the Truman Doctrine to deeply divided, the nation, far from being present at the
turn a crusading impulse into action; Truman’s words creation, seems to be cooling its heels in the antechamber
would have achieved nothing, however, if the impulse of history, anxiously awaiting the Fall.
had not originally been there. To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 27
In the event, the struggle was a patchy affair, a case of
chipping away at the edges. It was no crusade. The P AUL A DDISON
Russians were contained and deterred but there were no
grand-scale designs. The idea of using military force never
drew support from Acheson despite Bevin’s urging that
the US use its atomic monopoly to shape the post-war
THE MISTS OF ESPIONAGE
world, as he argued even at the height of the Berlin Crisis. C HURCHILL’ S M AN OF M YSTERY: D ESMOND
The United States went to war as the French and M ORTON AND THE WORLD OF I NTELLIGENCE
British had done between September 1939 and April ★
1940. It engaged in a ‘phoney war’, a war of propaganda By Gill Bennett
and subversion, without military force. This was the (Routledge 404pp £49.95)
pr ice the Amer icans paid for being realistic. The
conflict, of course, far from being ‘phoney’, was SOME BIOGRAPHERS WRITE with warmth and admiration
appallingly real for its victims, the people of Eastern of their subjects, others with antipathy and a desire to
Europe and the Third World in whose name the United debunk. Gill Bennett’s life of Desmond Morton falls into
States found itself engaged in a long and debilitating, a different category. She is a historian in search of a char-
though ultimately successful, contest which was to last acter who constantly tries to give her the slip. Her book
for the next forty years. As Beisner makes clear, it would is a fascinating battle of wits between a scholar whose
not have been won without Acheson. aim is to reveal and a secret intelligence officer for whom
Today the War on Terror has once again fundamentally concealment was a way of life.
transformed the security landscape. It is interesting to Desmond John Falkiner Morton (1891–1971) is
speculate on what Acheson would make of the present. mainly remembered today for his long association with
The fact is, writes Beisner, his personality was so enor- Winston Churchill. In the 1920s he worked for the
mous it is nearly impossible to imagine his being appointed Secret Intelligence Service (MI6) in the front line of the
to high office today. Could we imagine any Secretary of original Cold War against Bolshevism. In the 1930s he
State capable of defending himself (or herself) as adroitly ran the Industrial Intelligence Centre, a unit which
as Acheson did during the MacArthur hearings in the provided the Committee of Imperial Defence with
Senate in 1951? MacArthur’s dismissal at the height of the alarming reports on the progress of German rearma-
Korean War precipitated a political crisis which seriously ment. He also supplied the same infor mation to
threatened the administration. That it weathered the Churchill, the government’s most vociferous critic.
storm was due in no small measure to Acheson’s brilliant When Churchill formed his government in 1940 he
performance. In all, his testimony came to 400,000 rewarded Morton with the roles of intelligence adviser
words, and filled 624 pages of the published hearings. It is and liaison officer with allied resistance movements.
also clear that Acheson would have had little time for the Morton deserves a biography and Bennett brings for-
present administration’s evangelical zeal. He never midable resources to the task. Until recently Chief
invoked God in his speeches or private conversations. He Historian at the Foreign Office, she has enjoyed full
lived by a code, not a theology, the Stoic code of such access to the files of the Secret Intelligence Service,
great American figures as Oliver Wendell Holmes. which have never been in the public domain. A fine
Stoicism these days is not much in fashion. scholar, with a mastery of the organisational history of
One suspects he might even have been disappointed the intelligence services, she has probably read every
that the US finds itself in the early twenty-first century on scrap of paper with a bearing on Morton in every
the defensive – a country which through its failures in the archive, but is keenly aware of the limitations of the
Middle East may even retreat into neo-isolationism, no sources. Time and again she remarks on Morton’s ability
longer daring to dream for the rest of us. Battered in Iraq, to cover his tracks, to leave on record misleading
America seems to have lost the bearings that Acheson accounts of events in which he was involved, to create
gave it. He died, as do many old men, believing that the around himself an aura of mystery. She cannot prove that
future was grim, that optimism was at best misplaced, if in the Zinoviev affair he leaked what he knew to be a
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forged document to the Daily Mail in order to desta- giving so much support to a campaign directed against
bilise the first Labour government, but she suspects it. his own employers. In retirement he claimed that he had
Though Morton was secretive, he comes across in obtained written permission from Ramsay MacDonald
Bennett’s account as a forceful and quick-witted character, if and Baldwin to brief Churchill, but his biographer is
also an abrasive one. His most original contribution was sceptical: ‘It is quite in character for Morton to have
the development of commercial and industrial espionage. invented its existence after the event, in a typical exercise
The service chiefs were only interested in the comparative of self-exculpation and to deflect attention from his own
strength of the armed forces ranged against them. Morton role.’ Churchill, of course, had his own network of
recognised that the true measure of a potential enemy lay contacts. Indeed Bennett concludes that Morton probably
in its economic and industrial resources and its capacity to learned as much from Churchill as Churchill did from
mobilise them in a long war. The Industrial Intelligence Morton – a very nice twist in the story.
Centre, which was very much his own creation, If Morton’s working life is something of a riddle for
employed a network of business contacts to gather infor- biographers, his private life is almost a void. Anecdotes
mation about factories, plants and scientific processes. about his schooldays at Eton or his experiences as an officer
While other intelligence officers were still preoccupied cadet at Woolwich are notable by their absence. We know
with the Soviet threat, Morton was persuaded even before that he converted in 1916 to Roman Catholicism, but
the rise of Hitler that Germany was the greater menace. apart from this his emotional history is a blank. He never
When the government proved slow to respond to his married. As a man in his forties with a successful career in
warnings he turned with impatience to Churchill. Whitehall he continued to live during the week with his
The rest is television history: clandestine meetings in mother in Chelsea and never acquired a key to the door.
which Morton passed on top secret data to Churchill in ‘Not a whiff of dalliance, sexual intrigue or passion has
defiance of the authorities. Not so, according to Bennett. been detected in a close study of Morton’s life’, Bennett
Morton was acting within the conventions of the writes, nor is she willing to speculate on the reasons why.
Establishment in allowing an ex-minister and Privy In the decades after 1945 almost everyone with a claim
Counsellor to see government papers, and he never to have contributed to victory sought to put their story
handed over secret service material. Perhaps: but this was on record. Morton, by contrast, wrote no memoirs,
a grey area, and Morton was surely pushing his luck by urged others to leave him out of their own accounts, and
even threatened legal action if he was mentioned. All this
was characteristic, but accompanied late in life by a sense
of disappointment. Having introduced Morton into his
inner circle in 1940, Churchill soon discovered that he
could deal directly with Stewart Menzies, the head of SIS,
and no longer needed Morton’s advice on intelligence.
Many tasks of secondary importance were entrusted
to him, but Morton was gradually sidelined, a demotion
that probably accounts for some of the bitter remarks
he made about Churchill in letters to the journalist
R W Thompson. Morton, however, had a more funda-
mental reason for talking about Churchill. It distracted
attention from the topic he wished to avoid – himself.
No scholar could have done more than Gill Bennett to
expose him to the light of day. The archives, critically
handled, are surprisingly rich and enable her to draw
much of his working life out of the shadows. Of course it
is possible that he carried a host of dark secrets with him
to the grave, but more likely that his passion for conceal-
ment was no more than a neurotic version of the repres-
sion and self-control instilled into most young men of his
era and background. Morton had a lively sense of sin but
it could well have been triggered by transgressions that
would strike us as commonplace. Take away the air of
mystery he cultivated, and we find a hard-working official
with conservative opinions, administrative flair, and a pas-
sion for intrigue. In Bennett he has met his match at last.
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shadow passed the end of the garden. made herself a bowl of por r idge.
A A flicker of movement, a blur of black.
M AGGIE G EE
Adding dried berries, which plumped
She had lost her job five years ago, when the bank She looked: there was nothing, but the sun came out and
closed down their local branch, and George had been a lit up the amazing, viviparous belly of white Russian vine
rock to her, telling her he liked to have her at home, swelling over the wall, crawling up through the yew,
after all he earned enough for two of them, and for abseiling across on to the sycamore, blazing in a crest of
children too, for at the time they were still hoping … vivid white tendrils at the free blue sky, forty feet up, a wild
Her new blank days had been bright with hope, hospital gipsy climber on the rackety tree that made the lawn dark
visits, tests, hormones, a flurry of buds and leaves and and her plants thin and sickly. George had promised to cut
sunlight, imagined faces, the sweetness of names, doo- the sycamore down, but now she was left with it, out of
dled pet names for those faint dream-children. control. She turned back inwards, away from the window.
Well, in the end, they never came, and five years later, Life would have been different if there had been chil-
George had gone. Half a lifetime of loving plans; some- dren. Her tests were normal, so she’d always wondered
how it left her here with nothing. What could she do with … Might I have had them with another man? The thought
the life that remained? Every day she woke slowed and still felt like disloyalty. It must be too late for her, now, at
deadened, clinging to her thin wedding ring for comfort. forty. She didn’t blame him. They had given up hope.
Last night, though, she had dreamed of flying. There Then it flickered again, very fast, by the wall.
was light, and ease, and kind unknown hands waving She made a decision. She would go upstairs and finally
her off into warm blue air. Una woke knowing that turn out her husband’s wardrobe. Shirts which had held
something had changed. his dear body, jackets which had tried to keep him
Autumn was coming. Apples, berries. She actually warm, socks that curved round his feet like caresses. Take
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them all to the charity shop. Others could use what he ing and fixing his gaze upon her, and suddenly nimble, he
could not. And then perhaps she would call the council scooped up his saw, a murderous thing like a crocodile, and
and get them to remove the bed, for she wouldn’t need with a galvanic leap and scurry, his little feet scrabbling on
a double bed again. She would buy herself a new single damp brickwork, he was over the wall, he had disappeared.
life, half as wide, but no longer half-empty.
The bed they had shared for twenty years. She went Una went on shouting in her violated garden. ‘How
upstairs, sat down to rest on the rose-red bedspread with dare you! This is an absolute outrage! This is my property!
its two gentle dips, lay back for a moment, feeling her It is monstrous!’ She did not have to think what to say:
wedding ring, till her fingers relaxed and she fell asleep. the words poured out, the barriers yielded, a lifetime’s
And once again, she dreamed of flying. sense of entitlement flooded her with furious energy.
But shouting on her own was unrewarding. Una climbed
When she woke, she felt happy for the first time since the onto a pile of wood so she could see over the wall. As her
day George had his heart attack. She opened the head rose above the parapet, women were streaming out of
cupboard: a pale moth flew out, and she shuddered and the house. Now there were four figures gazing at her,
drew her cardigan around her. Then she thought, maybe framed by a lawn and a vegetable patch, all four faces
it was his soul. Maybe I needed to let him out, and she frozen with fear. She instantly recognised the wife: Mrs
started dragging out hanger after hanger, pulling the Patel from the Indian shop. She had never realised they
clothes to her, stroking them, breathing in deep George’s were living there. The daughters were barely teenagers, not
faint male smell with the bitter little lingering of cigarette that she was good at guessing ages. Sweet little things, slen-
smoke, then flinging them, lightly, untidily, into two piles, der and golden. Round open mouths, tiny dark circles.
one to send to the shop, one to throw out as no use to ‘Daddy! Daddy!’ Both of them were squealing.
anyone. She worked speedily, and heard herself singing. ‘You have committed a crime,’ she said, absurdly, hear-
Perhaps it was because she was singing that she didn’t, ing that she was ridiculous. ‘I am going to the police.
at first, hear the sound of the chain-saw. Until it became You will be in trouble!’ A wail rose from the three
so loud and insistent that she stopped mid-beat and females. Feeling exposed, sticking up over their wall,
cocked her head. A pair of cream socks she had bought Una climbed back down again as gracefully as possible,
him for summer, nested together like pale newborn but turned her ankle as a branch gave way, and shouted
puppies, skipped from her hand to the floor, forgotten. ‘Fuck, shit, fuck.’ Had she lost moral authority?
The saw whined and roared like an army of hornets. Looking around her, she was half-relieved to see the
Next door, of course, to the left of her, they were damage was worse than she expected. It looked as if
building an extension, had been for weeks. The couple
hardly talked to her; they were too busy, with their small
children. She didn’t usually much notice the noise. And
yet, this time it sounded nearer than usual. It almost
seemed to come from her garden.
And because she was bored, and on her own, and
wanted a break from sorting George’s clothes, she
slipped downstairs, unlocked the back door and stepped
out, dazzled, into the morning.
There was a small dark man. A man in her garden. And
everything looked different. She tried to understand. A
blaze of sunlight, strange piles of hacked jungle, white
flowers foaming round his feet like the sea, pale green
wounds on grey pillars of wood, glistening sap breaking out
like sweat. But the noise had stopped. He held a chain-saw,
trembling. He was short, Indian. Faintly familiar.
His mouth hung open, but he said nothing. ‘What are
you doing?’ she said, slowly, then louder, gathering force
and fury, ‘What are you doing? I don’t believe it! This is
my garden! What have you done?’
He was backing away now, mumbling something. ‘The
tree was too tall. Too tall, isn’t it. Always dropping leaves on
roof of my shed. Stopping the sunlight off my tomatoes.
Just a small cut, love, just, maybe –’ He tailed off, looking
as appalled as she was, the realisation of cosmic guilt darken-
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wild beasts had been mating. This thought made her looking tired and small, both of them clutching carrier-
violently angry. Yes, she decided, she would go to the bags, their eyes fixed timidly on the hall floor.
police. She would photograph the evidence and call the ‘Apologise,’ Mrs Patel hissed, audibly, poking her
police. ‘I am a widow!’ she called, in valediction, to the husband in the ribs. Una noticed the little man’s thick
unseen choir of female voices. black hair, a pelt of fur the comb had not repressed.
Coming back with a camera and moving in close, her ‘Come in,’ said Una. ‘You had better come in.’ She
body began to do something so strange and unfamiliar that turned her back so they could follow her. ‘Apologise,
she thought she was dying. She saw he had scored right idiot,’ the wife’s voice whispered.
round the trunk with the terrible rapacious teeth of the ‘Do you want a cup of tea?’ Una heard herself ask, then
chain-saw, a livid circle where the bark was gone, a ring- added, to establish her role as victim, ‘While we look at
shaped wound that would steal the tree’s life, watering, the damage in the garden. It’s very bad. I was very upset.’
weeping in the acid air, and a wave of pain shot behind ‘Terrible, terrible,’ groaned Mrs Patel in her husband’s
her eyeballs, vivid as salt on freshly torn skin. Some kind ear as she saw the wreckage. ‘He is going mad, you know,’
of convulsion, some fit of grief, and then she realised that she confided in Una. ‘It is men, you know. Just because
she was crying. Tears rose to her eyes in a steady stream. he is buying this new machine ... I went out for an hour,
He had ring-barked her tree, with its crown of white I knew nothing about it, then when I came back, he has
creeper. There was no future. It would never recover. done this thing. We don’t want trouble. We have never
had trouble. We have been here thirteen years, and never
As she went into the house, she could still hear them any trouble. Then this morning the police come and ring
moaning. The daughters were telling their father off. on our door. There was a police car parked outside.’
‘Daddy, you know you must not cut down trees. They ‘I’m sorry,’ said Una, automatically. ‘Well, not exactly
told us at school, do not cut down trees.’ Behind them sorry, of course,’ she said quickly. But then she saw Mrs
was the plaint of Mrs Patel: ‘My God, Pranay, what have Patel was crying, two tears running down her lined olive
you done? You get a new machine, you go crazy! I leave cheeks, narrow and direct, two shining paths.
you for an hour and you commit crimes!’ ‘Now my husband will apologise,’ Mrs Patel said
through her tears. ‘He will clear everything up. He will
Her doorbell trilled at eight that evening, too late, in do anything, no problem. But please do not send the
these new widowed days, for anyone to call on her, so police to our house.’
she kept the chain on, and peered through the crack, Una found she was holding the woman’s hand. ‘The
and was happy to see blue serge, silver buttons, the daughters were crying,’ added Mrs Patel. ‘You under-
pomegranate face of a middle-aged policeman. stand how it is with children. My younger daughters.
‘I’m amazed you’ve come,’ she told him, bluntly. ‘I Their sisters are all married.’ She squeezed Una’s fingers.
thought you’d be too busy with crack in Harlesden.’ ‘You also have children?’
‘We try to represent all communities, Madam,’ he said, ‘I was crying yesterday,’ Una parried loudly, feeling the
with a touch of asperity, but over a cup of tea he relaxed, balance was getting skewed. ‘You see, my husband died
and gave a low whistle when she showed him her photos. this summer.’
‘With this kind of dispute,’ the policeman opined, ‘it’s ‘I am sorry, very sorry,’ said Mrs Patel, yielding her
usually better to avoid the courts. If you like, I’ll have a position instantly. ‘Oh, very sorry. It is very sad.’ She
talk with the other parties. A word in their ear. First gave her husband a small, savage kick. Up to this point
thing tomorrow.’ he had been totally silent. There were dark circles under
‘Does talking, you know, do the trick?’ his eyes. As boot struck bone, he jerked into motion.
‘Some people are pig-headed,’ he said, sagely. ‘But ‘Very sorry, love. Very, very sorry,’ he said. ‘My new
what do you lose if we go for it?’ shed, you see. It was a bloody ballsup. The leaves from
your tree got in the gutters –’ He stopped with a gasp that
Next day she woke an hour earlier than usual. Since George told Una his wife had landed another kick. Mrs Patel cut
had died she had been sleeping late, because there was in, briskly. ‘Tell the lady you will sort it all out. He knows
nothing to get up for, no one to bring her a cup of tea. She what he is doing, though he seems like moron.’
would lie till ten in the dark bedroom. This morning, ‘The kettle will have boiled,’ Una told them. When she
though, something was different. Her cheek was touched came back with the tea, they were sitting on the bench,
by a blade of light, a wand that delicately lifted her eyelids. showing her the contents of their plastic bags. He had
She lay there for a second, wondering, then realised, Yes, it’s been to B&Q already that morning, and bought some
lighter than usual. Because the mad Indian attacked our tree. liquid to protect the cut bark. ‘I paint it on straightaway,
no messing.’ His lips were as red as her unpruned rose
At ten there was a faint ring at the door. She opened it hips. Una found herself smiling at him. His eyes were
to find them both on the doorstep, the coloured couple, black and berry-bright. Mrs Patel had baked some honey
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the discussion’) would appeal to the West, when it was communism intensely before 1939; they had no reason
clear that the Soviet Constitution of 1936 – hailed as the to like it more when the Red Army was straddled across
most democratic in the world – offered no prospect of half of Europe. The war-time coalition was always one of
popular power or protection for civil rights. There were expediency and both sides knew that. Stalin may have
other failures – the Berlin blockade, which simply high- been more prudent and less bellicose than traditional
lighted the growing gap between the two sides and was Cold War historiography has made him, but in the end
seen as a ‘Western’ victory; and the Korean War, which he was not prepared to withdraw back to the position the
Stalin at first did not want and then approved because he Soviet Union had been in in 1939, and the West was not
thought the United States would be caught off guard. able to force him, however much they would have liked
Indeed, whenever Stalin took initiatives in war they to. The idea that a Grand Alliance could have survived to
went wrong. The real basis for Roberts’s conclusion that broker a more secure post-war world still appears as
Stalin was a war leader of stature comes in fact only implausible historically as the idea that a Grand Alliance
from his capacity to rally the Soviet people for a war of could have been built before 1939 to stop Hitler.
defence against aggression in 1941 and 1942 and to lead There will no doubt be a good deal of Cold War
them to victory. hangover in response to Stalin’s Wars. Here are areas of
Roberts adds a postscript on ‘Stalin in the Court of history still alive with unresolved controversy. Geoffrey
History’. It is not clear whether he is defendant or plain- Roberts has produced a robust defence of Stalin as
tiff. He insists that the view of Stalin as a successful war wartime dictator and post-war generalissimo, but also
leader – current in 1945 and attested by a glittering tally one of the best narrative accounts we have of the real
of foreign politicians and soldiers – is substantially the Stalin and his retinue. It would be a pity if the current
right one. The Cold War could have been averted, wave of unreserved hostility towards Stalin-as-monster
Roberts thinks, if his former Western partners had really were to wash away an honest attempt to grapple with
understood Stalin. This is surely to attribute too much to Stalin the man.
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15 16 17 18 19 Anomaly on radar screen? (4)
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20 21 22 artefacts (9)
24 Cowardly blond (6)
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2 Garment covering shoulders and head (4)
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HISTORY
TO CAPTURE THE CAPITOL tility is best explained in Clark’s quotation from the
memoirs of that fine American general, Lucian Truscott:
British commanders and staff officers impressed
A NZIO : T HE F RICTION OF WAR – I TALY Americans as being supercilious, conceited, and arro-
AND THE B ATTLE FOR ROME 1944 gant. British officers considered the Americans to be
★ loud, boastful and inexperienced. … One could sym-
By Lloyd Clark pathise with the lack of understanding and mutual
(Headline Review 392pp £20) respect between British and American commanders,
however one might deplore it. But the bitterness,
THE TRENCH WARFARE at Anzio in the months from personal and professional jealousy … and even hatred,
March to May 1944 is sometimes compared to that which existed among some of the American com-
during the First World War in France. This is a little far- manders and staff, I could never condone.
fetched, the brevity of the Anzio conflict being one of All this was epitomised in the personalities of Alexander
the main differences. Casualties were, however, high – a (Commander-in-Chief in Italy), who was urbane, gen-
platoon might be expected to lose a third of its men in a tlemanly and certainly no ‘pusher’, and General Mark
couple of weeks. More precisely, the series of ferocious Clark, Commander under Alexander of the American
battles during the previous weeks, often fought hand-to- Fifth Army and thus of Operation Shingle, a prima
hand, has been likened to Verdun. Take the Queen’s donna with a high reputation who was obsessed with
Regiment, for example: in mid-February, it lost 362 self-publicity. American scepticism and worries about
officers and men (85 per cent of its strength) in two days resources resulted in a landing force that turned out to
of freezing weather, with minimal food supplies. The be inadequate for the objective, which was to advance to
ordinary soldier of that period had to assume that higher the Alban Hills and cut the road known as Route 7
command knew what it was doing in matters of strategy. leading to Cassino and the South (the German ‘Gustav
He would be ignorant of the waywardness of his leaders’ Line’). The eventual landings, however, took the
personalities and prejudices. Years later books would Germans totally by surprise, and the town of Anzio was
appear, and survivors would be glad that their experi- found to be undefended. In theory it would have been
ences had at least been recorded. But they would also easy to drive to Rome itself. Unfortunately Mark
read, with a great deal of bitterness, about bungles and Clark’s choice for Commander, General John Lucas (a
rivalries in the upper echelons. ‘safe pair of hands’), was far from the ‘wild cat’ that
Lloyd Clark is billed as the first British author in a Churchill had hoped for: cautious and pessimistic, a
generation to tell the full story of Anzio, including the slow-moving, drawling Southerner nicknamed Foxy
strategic background. He is very well qualified to do Grandpa, he was soon to be the despair of those under
this, as he is a senior lecturer at Sandhurst. Anzio veter- him, both British and American.
ans will be grateful for such a balanced, sensitive account The Germans reacted with speed, rushing down
and assessment. Clark also includes many first-hand troops from the North. Excellent maps in the book
reminiscences, some of them from Germans. accompany Lloyd Clark’s vivid descriptions of the savage
The landings at Anzio, twenty-five miles south of and grisly tussles over the subsequent weeks. In the first
Rome, took place on 22 January 1944. With the Allies phase the British drove north towards the Alban Hills,
bogged down around Cassino, it had been realised for finding themselves in a dangerous salient, spearheaded
some time that an amphibi- by the Sherwood Foresters
ous landing up the coast was and the Irish and Grenadier
becoming essential. The
or iginal plan to aim for the deceivers Guards, battling from farm-
house to farmhouse, artillery
Anzio, Clark tells us, was not
Churchill’s, as is generally a n o v e l b y d r e w s a v a g e fire from both sides shriek-
ing overhead. The American
supposed: it had first been sector was mostly in drained
James Dunlevy is an audacious flyer who
agreed by Eisenhower and smuggles works of art for unscrupulous marshland, the old Pontine
Alexander. Churchill seized collectors. Women adore him. The bad Marshes, where Ger man
upon ‘Operation Shingle’ guys abhor him, but can’t ignore him... Tiger tanks could operate
with enthusiasm though, with devastating effect – 743
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Some of the bloodiest fighting was in Alexander was in despair but sent only a
the so-called wadis, a network of deep mild rebuke. As Lloyd Clark writes: ‘It
shrubby valleys and caves. Here a VC was not tacit approval, it was impotence.
was won by Major W P Sidney, later It was too late to influence events. He
Lord De L’Isle. Lucas was at last had his chance to reprimand Mark Clark
replaced by General Truscott, to uni- a few days earlier, and elected not to
versal relief. But the situation was still take it. Now he was paying the price.’
desperate, and if the Germans had not So the Amer icans were first into
also reached the limit of their Rome, on 4 June, and the German Tenth
endurance, it could have meant disaster. Army got away to the north to fight
As it was, by early March the much- again. Another grim winter lay ahead, in
reduced beachhead had become ‘static’ the mountains above Florence, and more
– the British remaining stuck in trenches would die. But Mark Clark was the great
in the wadi country, the Americans victor; with all due modesty, he arranged
among the canals in the marshes. But another press conference on the
attacks on a smaller scale did continue. Capitoline Hill. For the outside world the
Life in the wadis was troglodytic and excitement over the capture of Rome
squalid, not to mention extremely was eclipsed on the next day by the
muddy in the early stages. Enemy Raleigh Trevelyan as a young soldier Normandy landings.
trenches were a matter of yards away, As Lloyd Clark says, Anzio joined the
just out of grenade-throwing distance but close enough ‘pantheon of audacious military schemes that failed’. How
to receive mortar fire. The most feared wadis were much was the ‘leaden-footed’ Lucas to blame? Mark
known as the Lobster Claw and the Boot. Casualties Clark? Alexander? Churchill? Was too much attempted
mostly occurred at night. I do not believe the Irish with too little? As an Anzio veteran myself (a platoon
Guards historian’s story about Germans coming over to commander responsible for the lives of twenty men), I
swap cognac for bully beef. remember my own mistakes, and they haunt me still.
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Churchill had written to Roosevelt: ‘I do not consider
that the objective of the forthcoming battle in Italy
called Diadem is the taking of Rome, good though that
would be, or even the joining of the bridgehead, which
is indispensable. Its prime purpose is the destruction of
the armed forces of the enemy.’ Route 6 on the other
Nina Bawden’s classic
side of the Alban Hills was the main escape road for the story of child evacuees.
German Tenth Army at the Gustav Line. Alexander’s For adults and
plan, the linking with Anzio on Route 7 having been children
achieved, was for the American Fifth Army to strike
north-east under the Alban Hills to block the Germans.
This was by no means what Mark Clark had in mind.
He was determined to capture Rome, come what may,
and to be the first in fifteen centuries to do so from the
south. He was deeply suspicious about what he believed
were Alexander’s real intentions: that the British should
get there first. There was a confrontation with
Alexander, who tried to be conciliatory. Clark, still sens-
ing a plot, was ‘disgusted’. He announced afterwards: ‘I
intend to take Rome, and to take it soon – nothing will
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G ILES M ILTON from ships – and sometimes from shores – and sold into
slavery in North Africa. The scale of the problem is
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Exmouth’s bombardment of Algiers did not end white book is the lack of any description of life as a slave.
slavery but it did chasten the deys of North Africa. They This is a strange omission, for there are numerous
could no longer act with impunity, for the Royal Navy surviving accounts written by slaves who managed to
had by now become a formidable fighting force. escape from captivity in the eighteenth century, when
Pocock’s narrative runs for several more decades as he slavery was at its height.
follows the navy through dozens of skirmishes and bat- Indeed, I could not help wondering why Pocock
tles in the Mediterranean. It’s all heady stuff and his chose to start his narrative in 1815. Why not 1715 or
account of the Battle of Navarino – in which Admiral even 1615? After all, the most devastating slave-raid on
Codrington shattered the Turkish–Egyptian navy – the British coastline took place in 1625. Hundreds of
makes gripping reading. Yet I could not help feeling that Cornish fishermen were seized and sold into slavery,
this was a sideshow to the war on slavery. thereby demonstrating the absolute impotence of the
Pocock justifies his theme by arguing that the Greeks British government.
were ‘enslaved’ under the Turkish yoke and that the By 1815, the year in which Sir Sidney Smith took
Greek War of Independence was therefore a fight himself to the Congress of Vienna, the British govern-
against slavery. It is an interesting idea but not entirely ment was already starting to get a grip on the situation.
convincing. The Ottoman system of gover nment Guns, bombs and fireships had replaced diplomacy as the
granted the Greeks considerable freedoms and they most effective tool for dealing with wayward Islamic
were certainly not kept in the same pitiful conditions regimes. It is a depressing conclusion and one that has
as the slaves in North Africa. many modern resonances.
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that the honest historian cannot simply deal with histor-
K ING A LFRED (849–99), the Anglo-Saxon king of ical myth de haut en bas – as most strait-laced academics
Wessex also known as ‘the Great’, got himself into the do – but should ask: why this particular myth, at this
top twenty in a 2002 BBC Television poll of ‘Greatest particular time, about this particular person? The classic
Britons’ – no mean feat, given both the historical igno- statement of the Horspool position is this, by G K
rance of the general public and its predilection for Chesterton: ‘It [the story of the cakes] has been disputed
celebrities. The youngest son of King Ethelwulf, Alfred by grave historians, who were, I think, a little too grave
travelled as a child to Rome and to the Frankish court to be good judges of it.’
of Charles the Bald. When, at twenty-two, he succeeded Horspool starts by asking what we can know with
his brother Ethelred I as King of Wessex, he faced the certainty about Alfred. He argues convincingly for his
full onslaught of the Viking invasion of Britain, though argument that our solid view of Alfred has a threefold
the Norsemen were then concentrating on northern and basis: the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, whose production the
easter n England. In 878 the Danish ar my under king inspired; his own will, law codes, charters and trans-
Guthrun invaded Wessex in winter, an unexpected lations from the Latin, especially Pope Gregory I’s Pastoral
season for campaign. Taken by surprise, Alfred was badly Care, Boethius’s The Consolations of Philosophy, and the
defeated and sought refuge, incognito, in a cowherd’s works of St Augustine, Bede and Orosius; and the chron-
hovel in Athelney, Somerset. Asked by the cowherd’s icles, most controversially the Life of St Neot, which
wife to mind the cakes baking in the ashes of the bothy appeared one hundred years after his death and were the
fire, Alfred botched the job and allowed the cakes to first narratives to mention the cakes story. Careful and
burn. Not knowing he was the King, the woman berated dispassionate, Horspool spends a good deal of time on
him for incompetence, pointing out that he was unable the disputed question of whether the biography of Alfred
to watch the food but would doubtless be ready enough by Bishop Asser (our principal source for the personal
to scoff it when it was ready. Alfred) is a forgery, and the associated scholarly contro-
Such is the famous story of Alfred and the cakes versies, before concluding that it probably provides us
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P IERS B RENDON of Africa’ and the end of its empire in the Middle East,
with special reference to the Suez crisis. Finally, he adds a
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Iranian reactionar ies who br ibed the mob with positive view of the British Empire. He is too kind about
American cash, the CIA replaced Mussadiq with a royal Robert Rhodes James’s tortuous and defensive biography
despotism and, not incidentally, won a major stake in of Eden, describing it as a ‘rounded and perceptive narra-
Iranian oil for the United States. tive’ and ‘his best book yet’. He is too generous towards
Eisenhower and Churchill rejoiced in the success of Mountbatten, calling him ‘a consummate practitioner of
this coup, while John Foster Dulles appeared to purr disengagement’ – though Louis has changed his mind
‘like a giant cat’. But, as Louis points out, the action was somewhat as a result of recent evidence which indicates
ultimately ‘disastrous, since it strengthened the Shah and that the Viceroy’s haste to quit India led to ‘chaos, confu-
led to dictatorship and revolution’. Even more cata- sion and shambles’. Perhaps the very fact that he is
strophic, of course, has been the Anglo-American American inclines Louis to stick to his wonderful academic
partnership’s most recent act of post-colonial aggression. last and to soften criticisms of his transatlantic cousins.
George Bush and Tony Blair have not only precipitated Otherwise he might have chosen to epitomise a book
the current bloodshed in Iraq but, like empire-builders about the British Empire with one of the neighbouring
of yore, they have sown dragon’s teeth that will spring murals painted by Goetze in the Foreign Office. A vast,
up as armed men for generations to come. violent, colourful mélange, it appears to depict a rape.
Aware of this as he is, Roger Louis seems to take quite a To order this book at £19.60, see LR Bookshop on page 27
B LAIR W ORDEN one has read his great narrative, with its atmospheric
set-pieces, its vivid images of court intr igue and
LESS THAN GLORIOUS parliamentary debate and crowd emotion, its skilfully
managed shifts from Whitehall and Westminster to the
regions and to the battles for supremacy in Ireland and
T HE L AST R EVOLUTION : 1688 AND THE Scotland – once all that has been absorbed, one can turn
C REATION OF THE M ODERN WORLD to the more dispassionate findings of modern research and
★ see what he got wrong or left unexplored. But there is no
by Patrick Dillon subsequent narrative of the Revolution that, in compari-
(Jonathan Cape 450pp £20) son, does not seem bloodless and to lack edge of mind.
Patrick Dillon, who is not a professional historian, is an
EVER SINCE IT was written in the mid nineteenth century, accomplished writer, as not all professional historians are.
there has been only one place to be introduced to the His prose is accessible, his material well arranged, his reading
Revolution of 1688 – the History of England from the wide and observant. But this is one of those volumes that
Accession of James II by Thomas Babington Macaulay. give the impression of having been written not because
Patrick Dillon takes his title from Macaulay’s book, but there is something that their author needs to say, but
otherwise does not mention it. Most modern historians because he or she likes the idea of writing a book. His
look askance at it. Yet Macaulay’s name barely appears in capable narrative of the Revolution is interspersed with
Patrick Dillon’s book, and most modern historians look social description: with adroit mini-essays on music and the-
askance at it. His prejudices are obvious enough. He wrote atre and architecture and the position of women. Yet their
as the hardship of the 1840s was yielding to the prosperity function is essentially decorative. By contrast the famous
of the high Victorian age. While Continental lands third chapter of Macaulay’s History, a portrait of English
plunged into the revolutions of 1848, England preserved society which brought a social dimension to the writing of
its constitutional continuity. Macaulay congratulated his political narrative for the first time, was integral to his story.
country on that achievement, which he attributed to two When Macaulay wrote, the importance of 1688 was in
bold and courageous acts of national decision: the defeat of need of reassertion. To the Hanoverian oligarchy of the
James II, then the passage of the Reform Act of 1832. A eighteenth century, the merit of the Revolution was to
Whig politician, Macaulay is usually regarded as the quin- have drawn a line under the instability of the rule of the
tessential Whig historian, who celebrated the progress of Stuarts and to have taught kings their place. But by the
freedom and the erosion of political and religious con- later eighteenth century that comfortable vision had
straints on individual belief and action. Yet he liked to been undermined from right and left. From the right,
think of 1688 as the triumph not of partisanship but of the Tory revival under George III had been given (inad-
consensus, when the best of the Whigs and Tories sank vertent) historiographical aid by David Hume’s History of
party differences and created an enlightened national will. England, which mocked the certainties of Whig history
Macaulay’s dogmatism can be irritating, his judgements and punctured the notion that rule by barons is freer
on the enemies of progress unjust, his rhetorical confi- than government by strong kings. The same point was
dence wearisome. Yet in sweep and power and life his made, from a different angle, by Tom Paine, who main-
work has had few rivals on any historical subject. Once tained that the king and the landowners had subsequently
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treaty obligations bound us to either Austria or Prussia, Bonaparte’s genius, whether in the precision of his
the principal nations in arms against the French revolu- timing of manoeuvres, resourcefulness in exploiting the
tionary government, which was poised to guillotine the physical layout of the battlefield, or sheer inspiration in
deposed King Louis XVI and his queen Mar ie controlling the action’s key phases.
Antoinette. Nor, despite the success of Edmund Burke’s Harvey pulls few punches, however, when it comes to
Reflections on the Revolution in France, that brilliantly evaluating either the grotesquely wasteful Egyptian
effective combination of Hibernian rhodomontade and campaign of 1799 or the 1811 invasion of Russia
English Tory sentimentality, were we ready to be pan- (though rightly pointing out that this retributive expedi-
icked into fighting on behalf of a regime which, only a tion was no more than Tsar Alexander deserved as
few years previously, had helped the American colonies France’s slipperiest ally). The former revealed Napoleon
to secure their freedom. as an impetuous fantasist, easily defeated at Acre by Sir
What ultimately drove Britain to take up arms was Sidney Smith, and the depth of his cynical expediency
not sympathy for the Bourbons or their suddenly in preferring to have his invalid soldiers poisoned rather
displaced aristocracy, but the far more prosaic question than having to provide for them during an ignominious
of who would ultimately control a vital trade route retreat. As for the Russian campaign, Bonaparte’s sheer
into continental Europe via the Scheldt estuary and the profligacy in terms of expendable human lives remains
port of Antwerp. Pitt the Younger, as prime minister, breathtaking. The hubris of Borodino, with its 100,000
was under the impression that the whole business of dead, was followed by the spectacular nemesis of burn-
clearing the French out of the Low Countries would ing Moscow and the epic horrors of the retreat, which
take little more than a year. Like the gung-ho politi- the Emperor, speeding back to Paris to secure his
cians of the Great War promising that our boys would throne, managed to avoid witnessing.
be ‘home before the leaves fall’, the premier was jolted His two chief British adversaries are, as we might
out of his complacency as much by the unpreparedness expect, more gently handled. Harvey excuses Nelson’s
of British troops as by any particular military talent dis- vanity – disastrously flattered by the sleazy Neapolitan
played by enemy commanders. After a humiliating Bourbons with whom Emma Hamilton was such a
sequence of bungled invasion attempts, such as the favourite – as merely the naïveté of the overgrown child
expedition led by the Duke of York, whose failure to he remained when off the quarterdeck. Wellington,
capture Dunkirk led to the derisive nursery rhyme despite his selfish readiness to airbrush subordinates out
which is almost his only memorial, the naval victories of his despatches, is rightly praised for his ‘scientific,
of the Glorious First of June and Cape St Vincent forensic brilliance’ during the Peninsular campaign –
turned the whole conflict into a patriotic struggle to not the sideshow some historians would have us believe,
protect Old England’s honour. but a major f actor in destroying the myth of
Soon enough, in that era of ‘the egotistical sublime’, Napoleonic invincibility. The revisionist claim that the
the war would become dominated, and its course deter- allied triumph at Waterloo was chiefly due to Blücher
mined, by a single personality whose presence and his Prussians is here roundly rejected. Whatever the
mesmerised an entire nation and whose myth continues, psychological impact of their last-minute arrival, the
nearly two centuries later, to exert its dubious allure. contribution to victory was negligible, and though the
Robert Harvey is, thank heavens, no worshipper of the action was hardly Wellington’s finest, the glory of the
Corsican parvenu. Napoleon Bonaparte emerges here as achievement belongs to him.
a figure hardly more admirable than the posturing tyrant Was the whole blood-spattered game, played out over
caricatured by contemporary cartoonists. For all his twenty-two years, worth the candle? Napoleon’s drivel-
idealism, embodied by the legal code which bears his ling self-pity while in exile on St Helena encouraged the
name, the man himself was morally contemptible, a bru- view, still widely held in France, that Nelson and
tal opportunist ruthless in isolating others’ weaknesses Wellington had somehow been unsporting in the
and exploiting them to the utmost. It says something soundness of the defeats they inflicted, and that Britain
profound as to an inherent vileness in human nature that would have done better to lie down alongside all the
so many thousands of otherwise intelligent individuals other European nations as the tubby little Corsican trod
should have gloried in their abasement before him. them underfoot. This book, an exhilarating sequence of
The War of Wars, for all its hard-nosed reluctance to be dramatic set-pieces in narrative history’s best traditions,
blinded by imperial gloire, at least takes Napoleon seri- sees nothing glorious in such submission. In a few years’
ously as a strategist and leader of men. The dazzling time there will be an opportunity to celebrate the 200th
invasion of Italy in 1796 is given its due, and so too is anniversary of Waterloo. Will it find us rejoicing in our
the battle of Wagram, that textbook demonstration of age-old capacity to rescue Europe from her tyrants? I
victory snatched from the jaws of defeat. Pride of place doubt it somehow.
is justly g iven to Austerlitz as a touchstone of To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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M ICHAEL B ARBER memoir of his life since 1964. I say ‘purportedly’ because
this is more a miscellany than a memoir, and a curiously ill-
LAST RITES edited miscellany at that. For instance he apologises for
recycling an obscure anecdote about Jane Bowles from
Palimpsest, yet nowhere does he or his publisher let on that
P OINT TO P OINT N AVIGATION : A M EMOIR his first thirty pages have been lifted, almost word for word,
★ from Screening History. Once I twigged this I began to
By Gore Vidal suspect that much else had been recycled, eg what Nina
(Little, Brown 277pp £17.99) said about the diminishing number of her husbands’ balls.
Vidal also repeats himself. I lost count of how often he tells
OSCAR WILDE SAID that criticism is the record of one’s us that he writes in longhand on yellow legal pads. And, a
soul, the only civilised form of autobiography. For most detail that escaped the blurb-writer, Austen reverts to
of his working life Gore Vidal endorsed this. ‘I shall never Auster, the patronymic he jettisoned on Vidal’s advice.
write a formal memoir,’ he declared in 1987, ‘[but] as I Against these blemishes there are, as you’d expect,
write of politics, literature, aviation and my father, I do, some delights. I particularly enjoyed the story of how
occasionally, strike a personal note.’ A few years later, Chumbhot, the Crown Princess of Thailand, squelched
however, he began to have second thoughts and the result Barbara Cartland at a luncheon party. Mrs Cartland was
was, first, Screening History, an autobiographical essay on complaining about the shabby treatment Prince Charles
his long love affair with film, and secondly, Palimpsest, an and Lady Diana, her step-granddaughter, had received in
impressionistic memoir of his first thirty-nine years. the American press. It all started, she said, ‘from that
In Palimpsest, much to everyone’s surprise, the glacial glorious moment in the Abbey’ – she meant, of course,
Vidal revealed that he did, after all, have a heart, on which the Cathedral – ‘when they were pronounced man and
were carved the initials J T. His beloved was a schoolmate wife’. Tipped off by Vidal, who was told by his chum,
called Jimmie Trimble, eviscerated by a Japanese grenade Princess Margaret, that Mrs Cartland had been barred
in 1945. Vidal and Trimble, a brilliant baseball prospect, from the service at the insistence of the Spencers, the
were pubescent contemporaries at St Alban’s, a boys’ Crown Princess struck:
boarding school in Washington. Within a few weeks of ‘How lovely the Abbey must have been. We saw it
their first meeting they had become lovers, ‘yet sexual only on television, of course, but you were there.’ She
pleasure could hardly account for the huge delight we smiled her gentle tiger smile. Cartland stammered
took in one another’s company’, wrote Vidal in imitation ‘Yes yes yes … then to read in the dreadful press –’
of Plato. Aged thirteen he had not yet read the Symposium; ‘Do tell us what the Abbey was like, with the
but when, years later, he did, he realised that in Jimmie he divine music, the service …’
had met, all too briefly, his other half. Convinced that this Mrs Cartland was having trouble with a quail’s egg.
‘happy accident’ would not recur, he settled, instead, for She coughed and cleared her throat. Chumbhot
daily helpings of anonymous sex, preferably at teatime looked at me. I nodded. ‘Go!’
because ‘if you worry about whether you’re going to get ‘You were there?’
laid after dinner it ruins conversations’. ‘Well, it was for young people, really. So I gave away
Significantly, the one other relationship that mattered my tickets –’
to Vidal involved no sex at all. For fifty-three years he ‘Surely,’ said Chumbhot, ‘the revered Queen
shared his life with Howard Austen, a Jew from the Mother is hardly in her first youth …’
Bronx. An aspiring professional singer fatally handi- Neither, of course, is Vidal, who since 2003 has been on
capped by stage-fright, Austen described himself as a his own. A lifelong heavy smoker, Howard Austen paid
‘permanent playmate, Greek chorus and Jewish mother’. dearly for his habit. His last two years were anything but
He was also Vidal’s major-domo, ensuring that ‘all Gore easeful, so that death, when eventually it came, was a
has to do is write. Everything else is taken care of ’. Vidal release. Throughout his companion’s long decline Vidal,
gave early notice of how much his companion meant to not known for his compassion, was a true Samaritan,
him when it became clear that Nina, his snobbish, chartering hospital planes, corralling doctors, holding
shrewish mother, was determined to separate them. He Howard’s hand. At one point, towards the end, Howard
told her he would never see her again, and kept his word. turned to him and said: ‘Didn’t it go by awfully fast?’ Of
In 1999 Fred Kaplan’s door-stopping biography of Vidal course it did, was Gore’s response. ‘We had been too
was published. Though Vidal cooperated fully, he calls happy and the gods cannot bear the happiness of mortals.’
Kaplan to order here and insists that what little of the biog- So, carpe diem. As Vidal himself moves ‘toward the door
raphy he has read bears out the headline above the Times marked Exit’, he can console himself with the thought
Literary Supplement review: ‘On Misreading Gore Vidal’. that, more than most of us, he has lived by this maxim.
We learn this from Point to Point Navigation, purportedly a To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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the centre of this structure is a passionate belief in the ideas are now pervasive among many practitioners and
inestimable value (and alarming fragility) of ‘the past’ – purchasers of contemporary art. Indeed, the supposed
what has been inherited, both as objects and as thought, repressiveness and irrelevancy of the past has now
from those who have gone before us: ‘so delicate, so become an all-purpose plenary indulgence, allowing
vulnerable, so dreadfully easy to erase’ (comments both artists and purchasers to be deeply historically
prompted by his first-hand obser vation of the ignorant and yet somehow free from sin.
Florentine floods of 1966). He argues vigorously against This memoir of Hughes’s early life holds up a mirror
the fashionable nostrum that the modern exists in rela- to a complex man who is gracious, curmudgeonly, and
tion to the past in a state of parricidal hostility – that ferociously articulate – yes; but also possessed of a
there is ‘something inherently repressive about old art’ humanity, informed by a deep love for the studia human-
and Old Masters; and against the militant strand of itatis, that makes his company in these pages a consistent
modernism which is ‘committed to the Oedipal project source of pleasure and – dare one say it – wisdom.
of killing the father’. This is a timely message; for such To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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collection of harmless and insipid anecdotes concerning to detest him for his
the dignitaries Lascelles met who came to have audiences fecklessness and above
with the King, unrevealing repartee between the King all for the fact that he
and his wartime premier, and his own doings off-duty, sought to seduce the
such as attending concerts. pretty wives of district
If the histor ian wishes to get a flavour of what commissioners. (He
Lascelles was really like, of his pungent views on various might have been more
subjects, of the extent to which he manipulated the sympathetic, albeit
policy of both the government and the court, he will appalled at the r isks
read not this diary but that of his close friend Harold involved, had the
Nicolson, to whom, in the course of innumerable din- Prince’s amorous atten-
ners at the Travellers Club, he revealed much. To be tions been concentrated Lascelles: wily
sure, he will not go to the published volumes of on handsome district
Nicolson’s diary which appeared in the 1960s but to the commissioners.) He played no discernible role in the abdi-
originals which are available for consultation by scholars cation itself; but afterwards (as shown in Philip Ziegler’s
at Balliol College, Oxford. For in editing these diaries, biography of Edward VIII) he sided resolutely with Queen
Harold’s son Nigel was scrupulous in submitting to any Elizabeth in her determination that the Duke of Windsor
living person what they were reported to have said; and should never be allowed to return to England, receive any
Lascelles, we may be sure, would have blue-pencilled recognition for his wife, or be given any role.
any such indiscretions. Indeed, included in this volume This volume includes an account of an interview
are two letters from Lascelles to Nigel which indicate between Lascelles and the Duke of Windsor in 1945
the extent of his terror of revelations. Lascelles was about the latter’s future, and some letters from Lascelles
responsible for Harold writing the official biography of to authors who were writing about the abdication in the
King George V; and he tried (unsuccessfully) to get 1960s, designed to show that he bore the ex-King no ill
Nigel to remove various diary references which showed will but genuinely believed, as a loyal servant of the
that Harold, while aware of the King’s virtues, found crown, that his return to the fold would be in no one’s
him exceedingly dull as a man. And Lascelles was also interests. Lascelles’ conversations with Nicolson give the
bitterly opposed to Nigel publishing his book Portrait lie to this and show that he regarded his ex-master with
of a Marriage (1973), which revealed that both of his passionate loathing. He was the inspiration behind
parents had been homosexual. Frances Donaldson’s damning biography of Edward VIII,
Of course, Sir Alan Lascelles resembled Sir Harold a book which includes a flagrant untruth which is
Nicolson in that he too, though happily married with repeated in these pages – that the abdicating sovereign
children, was secretly homosexual, another common forced his successor to buy Balmoral and Sandringham
characteristic at that time of courtiers which chimed from him for a huge fortune, and went into exile an
with the dissimulative and seductive qualities they were exceedingly rich man. In fact, he gave up everything he
often called upon to display. The great passion of his life had inherited for a pension of £21,000 a year, which was
was James Pope-Hennessy, a great charmer and brilliant barely enough to live on in royal style in 1936 and cer-
writer though a raffish, amoral character who ended up tainly did not go far by the time of his death in 1972.
being murdered by rough trade in 1974. Pope-Hennessy This volume also includes a memorandum by Lascelles
boasted to Harold Nicolson that he could twist the royal on his role in preventing the marriage of Princess
private secretary round his little finger. In the end, he Margaret and Peter Townsend, suggesting that there too
exploited the situation to have himself appointed Queen he did no more than his objective duty in pointing out
Mary’s official biographer – a happy result, for the book the danger to the monarchy of the proposed course. It is,
(which appeared in 1960) was perhaps the greatest royal however, probable that Lascelles conceived a gut dislike
biography of the century, albeit a masterpiece which of the nymphomaniac Princess and was motivated by the
subtly sends up the subject from the first page to the last. realisation that it would have been difficult to permit her
One might conclude that Lascelles was something of a to marry a divorced man while keeping at bay the Duke
hypocrite who, while indulging clandestinely in an illegal of Windsor and his previously divorced wife.
sex life, came down heavily on anyone who did not A biography of Sir Alan Lascelles, crafty manipulator
observe the outward conventional proprieties. In particular, and clandestine homosexual, would be a fascinating book,
two individuals who might be considered to have broken reminiscent of James Lees-Milne’s brilliant biography of
the rules of the game regarded him as the author of their Reginald, Viscount Esher, who played a similar dual role
misfortunes – the Duke of Windsor, and Princess during the reign of King Edward VII. If one day it is
Margaret. Lascelles had served the Duke as Prince of Wales written, this volume will be of limited use to its author.
during his great imperial tours of the 1920s, and had come To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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H UGH M ASSINGBERD waves which fascinate you and you have an enormous
appetite. You are full of mischief and high spirits.’
ZEPPELINS AND JAM As in all good diaries, the trivial and the profound jos-
tle for one’s attention. On the same page in 1917, for
instance, you will find Foch’s counter-offensive; the
T HE G REAT WAR D IARIES OF butcher y of the Russian Imper ial Family by the
G EORGINA L EE : H OME F IRES B URNING Bolsheviks; young Harry’s return to Wales; the shortage
★ of jam; and American women police ‘safeguarding the
Edited by Gavin Roynon morals of the young women’. The reader is carried
(Sutton Publishing 307pp £19.99) through cataclysmic events at a tremendous pace. It’s all
here – from the first Battle of Ypres to the Christmas
THERE IS A twist in the title of this eye-opening account Truce (‘I think they mean to play the game’, observes
of the Home Front during the First World War. The one British officer of the Germans); from Neuve-
allusion to the sentimental song ‘Keep the Home Fires Chapelle (double the losses at Waterloo) to the
Burning’, with its lyrical melody by Ivor Novello con- Dardanelles; from the sinking of the Lusitania (in the
juring up cosy images of British womenfolk knitting by wake of which anti-German riots in the East End
the hearth while their boys were far away fighting the prompt the diarist’s comment, ‘Even your peaceful
beastly Hun, is turned on its head. For, as witnessed by Mummy cries hurrah!’) to the shooting of Nurse Cavell.
Georgina Lee (a dedicated worker for the Belgian Red With her indefatigable curiosity, Georgina Lee saw an
Cross in London), who chronicled the conflict from astonishing amount with her own eyes, including the
start to finish, there were indeed ‘Home Fires Burning’ historic procession of 50,000 women through London
on an alarming scale. (‘a very inspiriting sight’), petitioning to be allowed to
I confess that in my ignorance I had hitherto only the work for munitions (‘MEN MUST FIGHT AND
haziest notion of the odd Zeppelin humming in the sky – I WOMEN MUST WORK’). She had a well-connected
remember my old friend Jim Lees-Milne telling me that he network of family and friends to supply diverting ‘copy’
prayed one would crash on the house of his prep school – such as a Cavalryman cousin, Charlie Romer-
headmaster. But Lee’s first-hand descriptions are as chilling Williams, who took a pack of beagles over to Belgium
as her editor Gavin Roynon’s statistics are startling. In fact, in order to enjoy good sport at the Front.
1,413 people were killed and 3,408 injured as a result of air Mrs Lee’s reactions and prejudices serve as an instruc-
raids. Of these casualties, more than half were Londoners. tive barometer of contemporary feelings. When Sir
In the first daylight raid on London in June 1917, seventy- Roger Casement is apprehended on a German boat
two bombs fell within a radius of a mile from Liverpool car r ying ar ms for the Ir ish rebels, she remarks:
Street Station: 162 people were killed and 432 injured. ‘Everybody is hoping that he will be shot summarily.’
The eldest daughter of H W B Davis, a Welsh painter Yet by the time he is sentenced to be hanged, she has
based in Boulogne, Georgina was born in 1869 and ran changed her tune: ‘I can’t help hoping that he may get a
her widowed father’s house on the River Wye when he reprieve. He was evidently under the impression that
returned to Wales. In 1910 she married Charles Lee, a here was a chance of liberating Ireland from her wrongs.’
solicitor in a family firm next door to Westminster Much of the material has a haunting quality. When
Abbey (where it still flourishes), and three years later – talking to wounded soldiers about their appalling expe-
at the advanced age of forty-four – she gave birth to her riences (so much for the myth that the gentler sex were
only child, Harry. kept in ignorance about what really went on), Mrs Lee
It was to young Harry, nine months old when the war was struck by ‘the silence in which the infantry attacks
broke out in 1914, that Mrs Lee addressed her diaries, were carried out. The men go about their business of
which are a remarkable find. As Hew Strachan, Chichele killing without speaking.’
Professor of the History of War at Oxford, says in his As for Armistice Day in 1918, how could one forget
foreword: ‘Maternal love gives her entries the warmth this tailpiece related to Mrs Lee by Florence
and humanity which engage the reader’s emotions.’ Younghusband, who was on the top of a bus:
Terrible national disasters are juxtaposed with everyday In front of her were two soldiers, one with his face
domestic details which give the diaries an extraordinary horribly scarred. He looked straight ahead and
immediacy. For example, during a visit to the seaside at remained silent; the other just bowed his head and
Brighton in 1916 with Harry, his mother records ‘a great burst out crying. The omnibus conductress dropped
naval battle in the North Sea … a far bigger affair than into the vacant seat by Florence, leant her head on
anything we dreamt of ’. Then, after this reference to the her shoulder and cried too. ‘I lost my man two
Pyrrhic victory of Jutland, she turns to her boy: ‘You are months ago, I can’t be happy today’, she murmured.
thoroughly enjoying Brighton, you love the sea, the big To order this book at £15.99, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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S IMON H EFFER would not prevent him later on from being befriended
and admired by Dvorak. Leo was the tenth of fourteen
PRELUDE TO SUCCESS children born over a twenty-five-year period to Jiri
Janacek and Amalie Janackova, only eight of whom
reached adulthood. That he showed early promise in
J ANACEK : Y EARS OF A L IFE – VOLUME 1 music is attested by the fact that, at eleven, he won a
(1854–1914), T HE L ONELY B LACKBIRD choral scholarship to an Augustinian monastery in Brno.
★ His deep unhappiness and isolation there were compounded
By John Tyrrell by the death, when he was still a new boy, of his father.
(Faber & Faber 971pp £60) He was adopted by an uncle, whom he often refers to in
letters as ‘grandfather’. At the age of just fifteen he went to
IT IS A brave author who will write a book that appears teacher-training college. In 1872 he qualified as a general
to be almost entirely about failure: especially when that teacher, but sought as soon as he could to specialise in
book runs to 840 pages before one even reaches the end- music. By his late teens he was not only an accomplished
notes and index. But it is perhaps because John Tyrrell’s chorister, but a gifted pianist and organist too. Despite a
work is only the first volume of a two-part life that he constant battle against poverty he went to Prague for some
can get away with it. Tyrrell is Professor of Music at dedicated musical training, and passed his organ examina-
Cardiff University and a world authority on Czech music tions. It was also at this time that he began a long career
in general and the works of Leos Janacek in particular. that was to be important not merely for his earning poten-
He ends this first volume on the day of Austr ia- tial, but for establishing him as a name on the Czech
Hungary’s declaration of war against musical scene, in writing learned
Serbia on 28 July 1914, a little over articles about music and musical life.
three weeks after Janacek’s sixtieth He was a natural controversialist,
birthday. In one respect that is a con- which again helped make him ene-
venient moment, but it still leaves the mies who succeeded in blocking his
reader with a picture of a man who recognition as a composer.
has dramatically underachieved. It Brno remained his home in his
was not until 1916 that Janacek early twenties, and it was where he
suddenly achieved wide recognition, pursued a busy routine of organising
when the National Theatre in Brno and conducting performances: this
at last gave a performance of his was also the basis of his relationship
fourth and greatest opera, Jenufa, with Dvorak, whose music he
which had been completed more frequently programmed. In 1877 he
than a decade earlier. There followed began to give piano lessons to
a creative spurt in the last twelve Janacek: Moravian boy a twelve-year-old girl, Zdenka
years of the composer’s life that Schulzova, the daughter of his superi-
included many of the works for which he is now best or at the Brno Teachers’ Institute; and married her four
known – the Glagolitic Mass, The Cunning Little Vixen, years later. It is at this stage in the narrative that some of
Taras Bulba, and the stunningly innovative Sinfonietta. the difficulties with Janacek start to become apparent.
It required the recognition of Jenufa to give Janacek the When Zdenka became pregnant in her late teens Janacek
confidence to make those works; and therefore Tyrrell’s was at best disinterested, and this turned to uninterest
first volume is, essentially, a study in failure. Leo Janacek when she was delivered of a daughter. He soon embarked
was born to an impoverished household of schoolteachers on a long career of sporadic and not always successful
in the small town of Hukvaldy in Moravia, in the far east womanising, and for some time the Janaceks were separat-
of what is now the Czech Republic and near the border ed. Relations with his in-laws at one point became so bad
with Poland, on 3 July 1854. (He did not become Leos, in that his father-in-law attempted, or so Janacek claimed, to
an aggressively Czech statement about himself, until he throttle him. Eventually the couple were reunited, though
was in his twenties; and before that, in a moment of pan- they led largely separate lives for much of the rest of their
Slavic Russophilia, he had for a time been ‘Lev’). The long marriage. Zdenka was always attracted by the
boy’s strong emotional and cultural association with the Germanocentric aspects of Austria-Hungary; Janacek
province of his birth was the first and, in some respects, hated them so much that he refused even to ride on the
major retardant on his progress as a composer. His music, trams in Brno, for, being in German ownership, they
from the moment he started to write it in his teens and carried their destinations in German. So, in summer, she
early twenties, was distinctly Moravian. It set him against would go to Vienna, and he would head towards
the Czech mainstream personified by Smetana, though his Slavic birthplace and, on occasions, deep into Russia.
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The thirty years between the mid 1880s and the out- J OHN M C E WEN
break of the Great War were ones of enormous frustration
and unhappiness for Janacek. Zdenka gave him a son
who died in childhood. He came to dote on their
daughter, but she died on the brink of womanhood. He
AN OLD MAN’S METIER
started to write music in considerable quantities, but F RANCIS B ACON IN THE 1950 S
could only command local and amateur performances. ★
When he first tried to have Jenufa performed in the Brno By Michael Peppiatt
National Theatre in 1904 it was curtly dismissed. His (Yale University Press 200pp £25)
health suffered, and he became a martyr to his sinuses in
particular, having a nervous collapse in his late fifties. He THIS IS A glorified catalogue for a touring exhibition
attained a greater degree of happiness shortly after the arranged by the author and initiated by the Sainsbury
turn of the century, when he finally left the Teachers’ Centre in Norwich (where it can be seen until 10
Institute and became director of Brno Organ School. His December), based on the thirteen Bacon paintings col-
determination to work as a musical ethnographer, lected by Robert and Lisa Sainsbury which are now part
promoting Moravian folksong and using it as the basis of of the Centre’s permanent collection. It is a handsome
his own work, continued however to find him enemies. book, which concentrates, although not exclusively, on
The most poisonous was Zdenek Nejedly, whose version what Peppiatt argues is ‘the most fertile single decade of
of Czech nationalism, derived from Smetana, made the Bacon’s career’.
Moravian Janacek a sworn opponent. As Tyrrell points Bacon, who continued to paint until his death at
out, Nejedly’s critiques of Janacek’s operas are all similar, eighty-two in 1992, did not agree with this fashionable
suggesting he was not remotely concerned with the view (as Peppiatt acknowledges): ‘Painting is an old man’s
subject matter but merely with the ideology behind métier,’ was one of his favourite refrains; and David
them. Nejedly was a much younger man who lived until Sylvester’s memorial exhibition of the diptychs and trip-
the 1960s, and who found a comfortable berth in the tychs bore him out.
post-war Communist Czechoslovak government as an A book in format, this new publication remains a
obedient tool of his Soviet masters. catalogue in content, with introductory essay, two docu-
Tyrrell’s monumental first volume ends with Janacek still mentary gobbets of previously unpublished letters,
battling against obscurity, but with the long fight barely chronology, etc, and a lavish array of colour plates – a
two years from its end. It is a cliché, but it is hard to pleasing specialist addition to the fifty-two Bacon mono-
believe that, once the second volume is published, there graphs already published, four of them by the author.
will ever need to be another book on Janacek. Tyrrell’s Old Mr Ryder in Brideshead Revisited warns young
scholarship is profound and exemplary. The style is some- Charles against ‘critics with their horrible jargon’. Bacon
times peculiar – subjects as diverse as Janacek’s illnesses, the deplored it no less. What he required of art was excite-
comparable earnings of professional people in Brno, his ment. Peppiatt steers clear of jargon but his attempts to
attendance at or study of opera by other composers, and raise a lather are only marginally preferable. In particular
the architectural development of Brno are set out here and one could do without his prologue (an essay lifted from a
there in tabular form – but we soon realise we are being previous catalogue, so he obviously rates it) on ‘Bacon’s
given not merely the history of Janacek, but the history of Eyes’: ‘his normally genial gaze took on a cold, piercing
a culture and an aesthetic. The book also has an unusual intensity, like a bird suddenly spotting its prey’, etc.
structure: the simply biographical chapters are interspersed What we want is the chronicler, and here he has the
with musical analyses, but also with disquisitions on disadvantage of not being an eye-witness, having first
Janacek’s health, finances, critics, rivals, and almost every met Bacon in 1963. Even as a chronicler Peppiatt can be
other remotely relevant detail of Moravian life in the belle leaden. There are, for example, two forensic descriptions
époque. The author, with rather too much modesty, of Bacon’s garbage heap of a studio, one by young
suggests that some of these might well be missed out, and Peppiatt and the other by old Cecil Beaton – both
the biographical chapters alone consulted. Yet such are the redundant now that the thing itself is enshrined in
encyclopedic knowledge and sheer enthusiasm that Tyrrell Dublin. And when he refers to the artist’s ‘exuberant
brings to his subject that it is hard to resist ploughing Edwardian toasts’ (plural), we only get ‘Champagne for
straight on. This book is a magnificent achievement, indis- my real friends, real pain for my sham friends,’ yet again.
pensable not merely to anyone interested in Janacek but to Things liven up when Peppiatt enlists the aid of wit-
anyone who wishes to have a broad view of Eastern nesses with sharper pens and earlier memories: Michael
European culture before the break-up of the Habsburg Wishart, Colin MacIness, Ginsberg, Burroughs. ‘Bacon
Empire. Volume 2 cannot come soon enough. and I are at opposite ends of the spectrum,’ Burroughs
To order this book at £48, see LR Bookshop on page 27 corrected Ginsberg. ‘He likes middle-aged truck drivers
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and I like young boys. He sneers at immortality and I essential as its content’; or,
think it is the only thing of importance. Of course, as Bacon once wrote, that
we’re associated because of our morbid subject-matter.’ ultimately ‘idea and tech-
Peppiatt gives us a potted version of the oft-told life: nique’ should be ‘insepa-
the asthmatic childhood; the horse-whipping father; the rable’. Perhaps that
uncle who was charged to take the apparently useless explains the insistence that
and girlish schoolboy to make a man of him in seedy art was an old man’s métier
Berlin – which he did but not in the way intended, – form getting the better
sodomising his nephew and then leaving him to fend for of content with age, as
himself. Out of this came Bacon’s artistic mantra: ‘You technique became more
have to go too far to go far enough – only then can you instinctive and passions
hope to break the mould and make something new.’ channelled. He had an air
It was not just novelty that Bacon sought but truth, of total ease with himself
the instinctual animal revealed when no holds are barred (albeit he regarded homo- A nice side of Bacon
and all disguises stripped away: at the point of a gun, the sexuality as an ‘affliction’),
mercy of a lover or the throw of a dice. As he said to doubtless not least because art was the priority.
Sylvester: ‘We nearly always live through screens – a Peppiatt writes also of Bacon’s gentler side: his undying
screened existence. And I sometimes think, when peo- affection for his Nanny, Jessie Lightfoot, whom he kept
ple say my work looks violent, that perhaps I have from with him through thick and mostly thin, until her death in
time to time been able to clear away one or two of the 1951. There is even the proposal that she may have been the
veils or screens.’ Hence the caged and screaming Pope, artist’s natural mother. Bacon was devastated to have been
the image which symbolised his work in the 1950s; and absent gambling in Monte Carlo at the time of Nanny
the animals, some derived from photographs taken in Lightfoot’s death, a reminder that his taste for polished metal
the bush on a visit to South Africa to see his mother. rails in his pictures derived from those surrounding roulette
Bacon was not given to ‘indiscretions about his sexual tables. Such insights and stories – the unforgettable vignette
modus operandi’, but Peppiatt has no doubt that the alco- of a man at the Colony Club decorously vomiting into his
holic ex-fighterpilot Peter Lacy, the artist’s supreme 1950s hat before donning it to leave – are the pick of Peppiatt’s
obsession, was the love of Bacon’s life. Bacon told Peppiatt text, illuminating it like silver coins in a Christmas pudding.
that the four on-and-off years spent with Lacy in a country The letters to the Sainsburys and the dealer Erica
cottage were ones of ‘continuous horror’. Lacy had Bacon Brausen are dully dutiful; but Peppiatt’s essay footnotes,
senior’s taste for whips, and also liked to subject a lover to a which include reprints of such recommended texts as
bovine existence, chained to the wall and sleeping on straw. Wyndham Lewis’s groundbreaking review and Bacon’s
It is hard not to turn any discussion of Bacon’s art into self-revealing essay on Matthew Smith, more than com-
a sleazy biographical investigation, and Peppiatt is right pensate as documentation.
to insist that his ‘way of making art always remained as To order this book at £23.99, see LR Bookshop on page 27
A LEXANDER WAUGH music, is that it wears many masks and bestrides many
styles. Who would ever guess that the tone poem
Like a Fly on Dreams, the Scythian Suite, Peter and the Wolf, the Second
Symphony and the Fourth Piano Concerto were all
composed by the same man? As one of his recent biog-
A Summer’s Day raphers, Thomas Schipperges, commented: ‘A complete
picture of Prokofiev from a single perspective is not to
be attained. His personality is evidently too complex
D IARIES 1907–1914: P RODIGIOUS YOUTH and the tensions that typify his work too fundamental.’
★ If ever there is going to be a time when even a halfway
By Sergey Prokofiev picture might be possible, that time is coming up with the
Translated and annotated by Anthony Phillips present publication of the first of a projected three volumes
(Faber & Faber 835pp £25) of his diary in English translation. One small section, the
Soviet Diary, 1927, which somehow got detached from the
NEITHER PROKOFIEV THE man, nor his music, has ever main manuscript, was first published in English with other
been easy to assess. Both are enigmatic in the extreme writings back in 1991, but the rest, that is to say the com-
and a description of either is most summarily (if not plete script covering the years 1907–1933 (excluding 1927
very satisfactorily) discharged with the single adjective and, for some reason, 1931), has been obscured from the
‘infuriating’. The problem, at least in relation to the light of day by curious events. Not wanting his diaries to
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Thomson’s introduction and notes are learned and often a Henry James enthusiast: he had given up the Anglican
amusing. He includes as an appendix ‘Our Man in Tallinn’ ministry to become a Catholic, an arms trader and a spy –
– his own account of Greene’s visit to the spy-infested as presumably these things were nearer heaven. It is hard
capital of Estonia in 1934, an episode that later influenced not to think that in Peter Leslie, Greene had found just
the writing of Our Man in Havana. In Tallinn, Greene what he wanted in a fellow Catholic.
became friends with Peter Leslie, a British vice-consul and To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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R AYMOND E DWARDS one in England was speaking (modern) English all the
time, way back to the mysterious figures who built
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language, a good analogy might be the Rhineland: this dismissive; and much less entertaining. It is fun to read
was thoroughly Roman in built physical culture (as anyone lavishly illustrated musings about the proto-cosmological
visiting Trier, Cologne or Koblenz can testify), and yet functions of the Great Pyramid, Stonehenge, Machu
now only German is spoken there. Obviously here, as in Picchu or wherever; it is not fun to put up with pages of
Britannia, the linguistic overlay was displaceable. Harper’s aggrieved rantings about the iniquities of uni-
But it would be futile to tackle Harper’s arguments versity English departments in the fading hope he’ll
point by point. He belongs to the Graham finally reveal the Secret of the Atlantean Ancients, lost
Hancock–Baigent and Leigh school of historiography, since the burning of the Great Library in Alexandria (he
where a possibility becomes an assertion and then an doesn’t). The actual history of English is far more divert-
unchallengeable fact within a couple of pages and with- ing than this sorry effort at ‘controversy’, too feeble to
out any additional evidence or argument. Unlike his be serious, too angry even to be funny.
predecessors, however, he is by turns arrogant, glib and To order this book at £7.99, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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ZOMBIE NATION ing the rubric: ‘remember: never leave your toaster
unattended when in use’. My local Indian take-away
now warns anyone contemplating a dish of ‘Pasanda
B IG B ABIES : O R , W HY C AN ’ T W E J UST Lamb cooked in a creamy Almond Sauce’ that it may be
G ROW U P ? ‘unsuitable for people with nut allergies’. Would any
★ previous generation of grown-ups have stood for being
By Michael Bywater patronised in this way?
(Granta Books 262pp £14.99) Among the underlying assumptions that those in
power (in boardrooms as well as in Whitehall) make
THANK HEAVENS PEOPLE have finally stopped calling about us are, Bywater claims:
Michael Bywater ‘the great undiscovered comic genius We are unable to control our appetites; we cannot
of our times’. With a shelf-ful of books to his name, a postpone gratification; we have little sense of self,
column in the Independent on Sunday, a cult following on and what we do have is deformed; we have no
the Internet and his contact numbers in every broadcaster’s articulable inner life; we are pre- or sub-literate;
electronic organiser, Bywater’s comic genius isn’t just we are solipsistic; we do not have the ability to
discovered; it’s laid bare. exercise responsible autonomy; we require constant
But not content with being the funniest man in surveillance and constant admonition; we are
England, some years ago Bywater set potentially, if not actually,
about becoming one of the cleverest violent; we have no social sen-
too. Now, as writer-in-residence at a sibilities beyond the tribal; we
Cambridge college, teaching the have no discrimination.
Tragedy paper to undergraduates Not so very long ago, Bywater
and hired by some of our great insti- reminds us, people lived lives
tutions as a ‘cultural analyst’, he’s a rather than had lifestyles. Clothes
walking rebuttal to French snobs were for wearing, as opposed to
who claim there’s no such thing as making statements about oneself.
an intellectual in Albion. And I And furniture just got on with
haven’t mentioned the organ recitals, furnishing a room. Nowadays we
the pilot’s licence or the rare gift of need all our decisions – even,
understanding quite what goes on perhaps especially, our purchasing
inside an Apple Mac. Suck on that, decisions – validated by the media
Bernard Henri Levy. or sanctioned by authority. As a
Yet now this new book is pub- result we are constantly self-con-
lished we are going to have to find scious. And this over-examined
a fresh category for Mr Bywater: life, Bywater concludes, is not
philosopher. Not the modern sort worth living.
of philosopher, and certainly not Arrested development What has got us into this pickle?
the French sort, but one of the kind The Baby-Boomer creed of indi-
that flourished before they invented academic tenure, vidualism, relativism and voluntarism. How do we get
black roll-necks or shirts that only button up to the out of it? Well, that would be telling. This is, in its own
navel: someone who tells you what’s wrong with the way special way, a ‘how to’ book and vouchsafes its secrets
you are living your life and how to live it better. With only to those who pay full whack. Just as Bywater’s
the arrival of Big Babies, it is as if Diogenes of Sinope has diagnosis of our current ills defies glib synopsis, so too
been reborn among us. does his prescription require lengthy elaboration. Like
Bywater’s analysis of the contemporary condition Diogenes, his targets are the follies and vanities of
leads him to conclude that it is infantilising. All kinds of human society; and again like Diogenes, he finds the
forces – social, economic, media and political – collab- answer in the idea of autonomy. But it will not be
orate to make babies of us all. And we collaborate too. enough simply to read this book. The important thing is
Perhaps we should have noticed. Bywater points to to evangelise. Buy a dozen to give to friends. If you
clues all around. ‘There’s a notice at Paddington station don’t have a dozen friends, give it away to strangers in
which says “Please be ready to move away with your the street. If enough people take up the proposals in this
luggage when you reach the top of the escalator”.’ book, our babies will thank us when they grow up.
Once someone points this sort of thing out, you begin To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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principles: he had gifted Wallington to the nation but this book. The fresh memory of Carpenter prompts one
reserved the right to live in it for his own lifetime. to remark that the literary and creative inheritance of the
There was a streak of ruthlessness in these high- Trevelyans remains strong in the Wordsworth scholar
minded men. Neither Sir Walter nor Sir Charles Philips Mary Moorman (G M Trevelyan’s daughter), the biogra-
made it sufficiently clear to their respective heirs that pher and historian Raleigh Trevelyan and, clearly, Laura
Wallington would be denied to them, with consequent Trevelyan herself. In a curious way the publication of this
bitterness which lasted for years in both cases. And Sir present book is in tension with the view she takes of her
Charles Philips was an insensitive husband: Lady Molly, own family. In a section on the ‘Epigone’ (the dimin-
who could have been a considerable political force in ished descendant of great ancestors) she is inclined to say
her own right, devoted much of her married life to the that in recent years the story of the Trevelyans has been
making of a tapestry because she was allowed nothing one of decline. There is a sense in which this is a myth
else to do, and when he was of advanced years he created by Humphry Trevelyan (her grandfather and a
caused her further pain by taking a mistress and father- Fellow of King’s, Cambridge), who felt overshadowed
ing an illegitimate son. much of his life by his famous historian father – the
The late, great Humphrey Carpenter, biographer, Master of Trinity just down the road. The creativeness
broadcaster and celebrated writer of children’s books, and energy of the Trevelyans have mutated rather than
inherited the Trevelyan nose from his mother, Urith diminished, and the Trevelyan name continues to be
Trevelyan (a direct descendant of one of Sir Charles more than just a memory of a remarkable dynasty.
Edward’s brothers), and he could have earned a place in To order this book at £15.19, see LR Bookshop on page 27
P EYTON S KIPWITH more highly than the rendering of a likeness. Long after
the sitter’s death, their features forgotten, the fabrics
THE RAG TRADE UNCOVERED would continue to proclaim their status.
By the mid nineteenth century, artists were involved
not just in rendering the patterns and textures of fabrics
T HE M ODERNIST T EXTILE : E UROPE AND but in creating them. Professor Virginia Troy ranges over
A MERICA , 1890–1940 the field, paying tribute to the example and proselytising
★ zeal of Morris, Owen Jones and Voysey but, curiously,
By Virginia Gardner Troy omitting mention of Pugin, whose involvement with
(Lund Humphries 192pp £35) textiles, both ecclesiastical and domestic, was a primary
impetus to the Arts and Crafts movement. Given my
S OVIET T EXTILES : D ESIGNING THE own interest in British design and designers, particularly
M ODERN U TOPIA of the early twentieth century, I turned immediately to
★ the index to seek for such key figures as Paul Nash,
By Pamela Jill Kachurin Phyllis Barron, Dorothy Larcher and Enid Marx, none
(Lund Humphries 96pp £14.99) of whom, to my disappointment, merits a mention.
However, I was quickly seduced by the scope of the
E VER SINCE MANKIND exchanged skins for crudely book and the author’s modest admission that the subject
woven cloth, textiles have played an important role in of the modernist textile, from Art Nouveau through the
charting the development of civilisation, providing not revivalist and nationalist 1930s, is so vast that her book
only cover and protection, but also acting as overt sym- could only serve as an introduction. And a very good
bols of wealth and status. For specialists also (such as the introduction it is, viewing the different nations in parallel
late Stella Newton) with an acute awareness of changing as well as engaging with the complexities of production,
styles and fashions, the study of textiles is almost as accu- especially in the manner in which weaving developed at
rate a way of pinpointing in time particular historical the hand of the artist during the inter-war years. She is
events as carbon-dating or dendrochronology. For at her best and most authoritative when dealing with
centuries, rich and luxurious fabrics have been the stuff Germany of the Bauhaus era and America, which is not
of international trade; the Silk Route connected China surprising given the subject of her previous publication
and India, whilst the or nately patter ned silks of (Anni Albers and Ancient American Textiles: From Bauhaus
Damascus were as highly prized in the West as that city’s to Black Mountain, Ashgate, 2002) and her special interest
finest steel. The portraits of Titian, Holbein and Ingres in the work of Albers, who formed a crucial link
proclaimed the greatness – or at least the self-importance between the two.
– of their sitters through the elaboration of dress, and Despite her wide interpretation, the term ‘Modernist’
even the journeymen painters of the eighteenth century is usually applied to a period roughly defined as span-
rated the ability to capture the sheen of satin and silk ning the years that separated the Bolshevik Revolution
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from the Second World War. The its states of change. We use
Russian Constructivists were very mater ials to satisfy our
much in the vanguard, exploiting practical needs and our
a formal vocabulary of ‘angles, spiritual ones as well.
silhouettes, text and collage-like Albers, like her Californian
shapes’ in order to imbue their contemporar ies Dorothy
images with contemporary visual Liebes and Mar i Kipp,
references. The euphoria of the explored the use of uncon-
immediate post-Revolution peri- ventional mater ials such
od was dampened when Lenin as cellophane, wood splits,
nationalised the manufactories; metallic yarns and other syn-
that this was reflected in the thetic and natural materials,
products is clearly demonstrated ‘in a broad range of weave
in Soviet Textiles: Designing str uctures and textures to
the Moder n Utopia. Var vara create new types of woven
Stepanova’s stunning 1924 design textiles for modern needs’.
in green, white and orange, made Locomotives, 1920–30, by Sergei Burylin Ethel Mairet, the English
up of interlocking quadrants with weaver and sometime wife of
their simultaneous suggestion of flower-forms and the Sinhalese philosopher Ananda Coomaraswamy,
propellers, is the starting point for this well-illustrated, shared many of Albers’s ideals, as did Eileen Gray,
but modest book, designed to accompany an exhibition experimenting with a variety of weave constructions
of textiles from the Lloyd Cotsen Collection at the that emphasised the textures and hues of the fibre. But
Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. As Pamela Kachurin Mairet was also outspoken, abhorring the fact that
points out in her introductory essay: ‘Stepanova and hand-weaving had ‘set itself on a pedestal as “art”’
[Lyubov] Popova believed, rather idealistically, that rather than recognising its social responsibilities and the
purely geometric designs were most appropriate for the needs of the machine.
emerging egalitarian and classless society, since these In a book which runs the gamut from William Morris
designs were without particular class associations.’ through Art Nouveau, the Wiener Werkstatte, Russian
However, these pioneering designs, at once abstract and Constructivism, the Bauhaus and Amer ican
architectural, were soon sidelined as elitist and incom- Regionalism, Troy gives a much needed overview, and is
prehensible, and once the All-Union Textile Syndicate prepared to confront the enduring dichotomy between
was created in 1922 the initiative passed to a group of man-made and machine-made, luxury and utility – the
younger artists committed to the belief that thematic dichotomy that provoked Morris’s ill-tempered outburst
designs on clothing, curtains and bed sheets could play to his patron, Sir Lowthian Bell, that he was forced to
a major role in refashioning people into model Soviet spend his time ‘catering for the swinish luxury of the
citizens. It is these later textiles, part folk-art and part rich’. She suggests it is possible that the members of the
propaganda, with their emphasis on the geometric pos- Bauhaus weaving workshop, through their writings and
sibilities of cogs, aeroplanes, propellers, wheels, tractors, experiments with dyes and weaves, and their collabora-
and even children exercising, which show the core tions with industry, went as far as anybody ever has in
designs for the Modern Utopia of Kachurin’s subtitle. breaking down this division. By 1928 they were focus-
Contemporaneously in England, Paul Nash was ing almost entirely on producing prototype samples
producing comparable designs, but without the propa- rather than fully finished pieces, because these samples
ganda element. were conceived as upholstery, drapery and wall-coverings
Rather than Soviet textiles, which were basically for industrial production. Many bear no artist’s or
block-printed flat pattern, Virginia Troy is particularly designer’s name, they are just products of the Bauhaus.
interested in the textural quality of artists’ textiles, often She credits the workshop with ‘changing the way
hand-woven as unique examples. Although it is textiles were conceived of, perceived and practised after
nowhere stated, I imagine from the eloquence of her 1920’. If there is one flaw in this otherwise exemplary
text when describing different forms of weaving that book, it is the subtext of gender politics. It is a distor-
Professor Troy is herself a practitioner, and she quotes tion to assert that throughout history ‘textiles have been
with approval Albers’s 1937 essay, ‘Work with Materials’: inextricably associated with women’s work’. This may
If we want to get from materials the sense of direct- be true of lace-making and embroidery, but is certainly
ness, the adventure of being close to the stuff the not true of the weaving trade. Has she never heard Burl
world is made of, we have to go back to the material Ives sing ‘The Foggy, Foggy Dew’?
itself, to its original state, and from there partake in To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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From May Day gives a memoir of 1871 of a Cornish custom going back
at least to the sixteenth century:
A figure made up of straw and cast-off clothes was
To Mischief Night drawn or carried round the town, amid much noise
and merriment, after which it was either burnt, shot
at, or brought to some other ignominious end. The
T HE E NGLISH Y EAR image was called Jack-a-Lent, and was, doubtless,
★ intended to represent Judas Iscariot. A dirty, slovenly
By Steve Roud fellow is often termed Jack-a-Lent.
(Penguin Reference 467pp £30) Under 1 May comes ‘May Dew’, supposedly an excel-
lent specific for the female complexion, for which Roud
AN ALMANAC, SAYS the dictionary (SOED), is ‘an annual quotes Pepys twice, the second entry thus:
table, or book of tables, containing a calendar of months [10 May 1669] Troubled, about 3 in the morning,
and days, with astronomical data and calculations, eccle- with my wife’s calling her maid up, and rising
siastical and other anniversaries etc, and, in former days, herself, to go with her coach abroad to gather May-
astrological and astrometeorological forecasts’. So this, dew – which she did; and I troubled for it, for fear of
The English Year, by an established scholar of folklore any hurt, going abroad betimes, happening to her.
and superstition, glossed on its title page as ‘a month-by- ‘But she returned safely before he was up … 1 May
month guide to the Nation’s customs and festivals, from was most definitely the norm in later years.’
May Day to Mischief Night’, is true enough an almanac, 2 October has ‘Braughing Old Man’s Day’:
and a very good and useful one too. Matthew Wall was in his coffin, on his way to being
But does its emphatic, albeit inevitable preoccupation buried in St Mary the Virgin’s churchyard in the
with the very idea of ‘Englishness’ give us pause? These, Hertfordshire town of Braughing, when one of the
after all, are contentious, controversial times for England pall-bearers slipped, dropped the coffin, and jolted
and the question of what it is to be English. We feel him awake. Matthew was naturally rather pleased
ourselves beset, subverted on every side – while wryly with this outcome, and in his will, dated 1595, he
noting the Scotch, the Welsh, the Irish have no such left money to commemorate the event. Among
self-doubt or inhibition. Old customs wither and die other stipulations, he requested that the church bells
before our eyes. Health and Safety is everywhere: be rung on 2 October (the day of his lucky escape).
conkers are dangerous; run down a hill after a cheese One could go on for ever, with customs immemorial,
and you might break a leg. Where are the once universal newfangled, long forgotten, public, official, fiercely
bonfires of Bonfire Night? And when last did you see individual. Inevitably, in such books, one looks for
children pleading ‘penny for the guy’, their creature entries on things one has some personal interest in, or
leaking straw beside them on the pavement? knowledge of, and of course that is when a gap always
Yet it was perhaps often thus. As Queen Titania her- appears. In connection with the modern Cheese-
self lamented long ago, ‘The nine men’s morris is fill’d Rolling festival at Cooper’s Hill in Gloucestershire every
up with mud, / And the quaint mazes in the wanton Spring Bank Holiday, Roud does at least mention in
green / For lack of tread are undistinguishable: / The passing the former Scouring of the White Horse at
human mortals want their winter here: / … And thor- Uffington in Berkshire, which came round every seven
ough this distemperature we see / The seasons alter…’ years and last took place in 1857 – ‘The owld White
So do we even want, let alone need another sentimental Harse wants zettin to rights / And the Squire hev
wallow in the past, trivialising even as it seeks to promised good cheer’, as a rhyme in local dialect had it.
remember and preserve, making historical tourists of us There too cheeses were chased down the precipitous
all? When it is as unsentimental and straightforward in ‘Manger’ beneath the Horse itself, but there was much
its glossiness (for this is quite as sleek as it is heavy) as more to it than that. Apart from the scouring, ‘to kip un
this, why ever not? in zhape’, races and competitions of all kinds –
An admirably succinct introduction and statement of backsword and cudgel-play until the blood ran, and
intent, along with a brief history of the calendar, leads chasing a greased pig too – were all part of the fun. It
straight into the body of the book, set out month by clearly had ritual purposes, in that ancient country, lost
month, day by day, with particular sections for the major in antiquity.
festivals and moveable feasts. It is a book, therefore, not But then, to be fair, a labour such as Roud’s is nothing
to be read through but rather to be consulted in particular if not endless.
or indulged at random. To order this book at £24, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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G EORDIE G REIG
RELATIVE VALUES
T HE C OMPLETE B OOK OF AUNTS
★
By Rupert Christiansen
(Faber & Faber 266pp £12.99)
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(That almost none of those talents still works at the Their cult status, like most modern celebrity, in fact says
Telegraph tells you not a little about the former manage- something about the parlous state of their rivals for
ment’s lack of strategic thinking.) attention, the rest of Fleet Street’s output.
There is a deep strain of eccentricity – lunacy at times Obits have their merits, most notably in covering
– within British obituary writing which gives it its areas of life overlooked by the contemporary press, but
distinctive flavour, ambling hand in hand as it does with they are usually a long way from a reliable first draft of
the dilettante tradition of scholarship that marks out history or the subtle portrait Johnson believes them to
most of the trade’s leading practitioners. Mar ilyn be. The truth is that it’s easiest to divert your reader
Johnson, who writes obituaries for American publica- from discerning the ordinariness of the subject you’re
tions and even attends an annual obituarists’ convention, writing about if you treat it largely as an excuse for an
is an avowed Brit obit groupie, but like many a fan she entertaining gossip.
hasn’t got much to say beyond how really great they are. To order this book at £12, see LR Bookshop on page 27
E LISABETH L UARD enough to be read for the pleasure of the prose alone. As a
source book it’ll more than earn its keep, not least for the
THE DOMESDAY COOKBOOK appendix listing artisan suppliers and their Web addresses.
In the body of the book – beautifully illustrated in this
edition – the author-translators have placed some 400
T HE TASTE OF B RITAIN artisanal products firmly in their historical and geographical
★ context, providing, where appropriate, enough practical
Edited and translated by Laura Mason and Catherine Brown instruction for the competent cook to use as a source of
(HarperPress 495pp £25) recipes. The underlying message is that geography mat-
ters, and that time and tide are not all it takes to pot a
BRITISHNESS IS BACK – things have changed in the national shrimp: for authenticity, you need the tiny brown crus-
kitchen. The evidence is all around us: consider the pop- taceans caught along the broad sands of Morecambe Bay.
ularity of farmers’ markets, the growing membership of And did you know that Stilton took its name from the
lobby groups such as Slow Food, the recent listing of place in which it was sold rather than its area of produc-
some forty British foodstuffs of protected origin under tion? Among products considered worthy of inclusion
EU rules (most famously, the pies of Melton Mowbray). are Patum Peperium, Kendal Mintcake, Blackpool Rock.
And if you think that’s all just a load of Spotted Dick, Among recipes and basic foodstuffs, Pease Pudding (with
read the drop-ins contributed by our sharp-end chefs to recipe), Arbroath smokies, Dittisham plums, Clyde Valley
The Taste of Britain, a smart new edition of a compendium tomatoes. Under Red Deer Venison you’ll find details of
of traditional British foodstuffs first published in 1999: the shooting season as well as the political and economic
consider Bruce Poole on the butter y glor ies of consequences of deer-stalking in the Highlands, with a
Lancashire cheese, Gordon Ramsay on Scotland’s separate entry on the process of smoking wild meat. In
superlative raw materials, Mark Hix on laverbread, the West Midlands, try for a slab of Fidget Pie (pork,
Fergus Henderson on the joys of grouse. Fabulous stuff apple, potatoes – a harvest special) or sink your teeth into
– and all available on our own doorstep. well-marbled steaks from Old Horned Herefords. South-
The book, as it happened, first appeared under the East Englanders can roast a leg of mutton from Romney
imprint of Prospect Books, a small specialist press run by Marsh to eat with Mushroom Ketchup, while the Scots
the foresighted Tom Jaine, and it quickly achieved cult can feast on Clootie Dumpling washed down with
status among food-writers and producers concerned with Heather Ale.
preserving (or resurrecting) the traditional foods of By which you will realise that the criteria for inclusion
Britain. Had it not been for Jaine, the material on which in what effectively is our very own gastronomic
the compendium was based – funded by Brussels, pre- Domesday Book – all EC member states received their
pared in Paris, available only in French – would probably own – are regional as well as traditional. To be eligible,
have vanished into the depths of an EC filing cabinet, foodstuffs (a category which includes drink) must have
unseen and unlamented. At the time of completion, been produced and have remained on sale in one region
1997, Westminster didn’t consider the work of sufficient or town for more than three generations. For the sake of
national importance to fund a translation, and no main- our culinary souls, it’s to be hoped this handsome new
stream publisher thought the game worth the candle. hardback will sell a million – not least because, if this
Happily, Jaine had the good sense to commission two summer was any indication of things to come, we’ll all be
eminent scholar-cooks, Laura Mason and Catherine taking our holidays at home soon. Rush out and buy it,
Brown, to make the whole thing readable. The result is dip into it daily and never leave the motorway without it.
elegantly written, breathtakingly erudite and stylish To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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W ILLIAM P ALMER Washington Post, then most other sections of that paper
(Style, Sport and Boxing – not always the same thing),
THE FRONT PAGE and ending up as Moscow correspondent until the fall of
Communism in 1991. The pieces in his new book range
widely through politics and literature, inextricably
R EPORTING : W RITINGS FROM mixed in the portraits of Solzhenitsyn, Havel, and Amos
THE ‘N EW YORKER ’ Oz. Russia and the Middle East are the subjects covered
★ at greatest length. ‘The Translation Wars’ is a brief history
By David Remnick of translation into English of the great Russian writers,
(Picador 483pp £18.99) and an introduction to the couple Richard Pevear and
Larissa Volokhonsky who are the latest to grapple with
I ONCE EARNED the withering scorn of the novelist Jim Tolstoy. The problem of translating Russia as well as
Crace when I said something along the lines of ‘Oh, he’s Russians is tackled in two fascinating interviews with
only a journalist’. Jim said ‘Only a journalist?’ Well, Solzhenitsyn, conducted ten years apart, first in his
there have been journos who have outlasted many of American home and then after his return to Russia. The
their poet and novelist contemporaries: Defoe, Swift, unremitting labours of Solzhenitsyn, particularly in the
Hazlitt, Dickens (with one of his many hats on), Orwell, assembly of material and the writing of The Gulag
Joseph Mitchell, and a host of others who can still be Archipelago, have done incalculable service to the
read for pleasure and instruction. Russian people; his present reward is to be regarded as
The last of these, Joseph Mitchell, was famous as a an outmoded crank by most Russians and many in the
writer for the New Yorker, one of the very few journals West. It is amusing to see an American critic, Jonathan
willing to give space to long and far-ranging essays. The Yardley, calling Solzhenitsyn a ‘not-very-thinly-disguised
tradition is continued healthily by David Remnick, Czarist’. All those who are still a tiny bit nostalgic for
editor of the New Yorker, in his new collection of pieces what succeeded the Czars might care to read the passage
written between 1994 and 2006. from Solzhenitsyn on pages 159–160 of this book.
Remnick came up the hard and traditional way for a The Israeli politician Natan Sharansky, one of nearly a
reporter, first covering the night police-beat for the million Russian émigrés settled in Israel, leads us on to a
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series of essays on the politics of the Israel–Palestine national figure and a wry, endlessly biddable ghost. Al
conflict. The efforts and initiatives of people of genuine Gore introduces himself to audiences as ‘Hi, I’m Al
goodwill on both sides, those who desire a peace settle- Gore. I used to be next President of the United States’ –
ment, have been constantly undermined by such men as a joke that must become more painful with the passage
the dying Sharon and the late and unlamented Arafat. At of time. There are two interviews with American novel-
times, reading about the lumbering and murderous ists: the one with Philip Roth contains some cheering
posturings of Israeli tanks in Ramallah, or of an Arab sideswipes at literary ‘theory’, that graveyard of the
called Eichmann Abu Atwa, named by his father after semi-literate; the other is with Don DeLillo, and it is
the most famous murderer of Jews, one imagines the easier to read than his novels.
peoples of the Middle East must feel like asking for a Reporting is a valuable book, full of insight and written
little respite from their leaders. with elegance and great intelligence. Remnick fulfils the
The essays dealing with Western politicians and writ- first duty of the reporter – to bring us news, but also to
ers are comparatively muted after this. Tony Blair, on remind us of the past that spawned today’s headlines, and
the campaign trail in 2005, floats as usual between to attempt to guess the future they foretell.
evanescence and substance, by turns a formidable inter- To order this book at £15.19, see LR Bookshop on page 27
LETTERS
SOMETHING AMIS? but there is no doubting the bias. For example, he dubs
Sir, Bosnia a ‘bogus and unwanted administrative unit’. In
As someone who knew Kingsley Amis well and loved fact Bosnia and Herzegovina, to give it its proper title,
him, I suggest that the reason Leader never ‘gets to the has existed for centuries. Any present artificiality lies in
bottom of Amis’ deep unpleasantness or his neuroses’ the entities created by Dayton, for reasons which
might be because Amis was not deeply unpleasant seemed, and almost certainly were, good at the time.
(LR, November). He adds that, without the West’s policy, ‘the war could
There is nothing remarkable about Leader’s favourable have been over in months’. Was this the war unleashed
view of my sister. Perhaps more remarkable is that Frank by Milosevic, Mladic and Karadzic, all subsequently
McLynn should undertake to review a 900-page book indicted for war crimes?
on a subject he considers not worth it. Yours faithfully,
McLynn’s bile-laden comments about a recently dead Sir David Madden
person with many living relatives and friends is perhaps Political Advisor to Commander EUFOR, 2004–2005
deeply unpleasant, but probably not worth getting to the
bottom of. BELL’S LETTRES
Yours faithfully,
Colin Howard Sir,
London N19 From time to time I have the pleasure to see your
paper, and enjoy every line of the history and biography
LAURELS FOR POSTERITY section. In your September issue I was pleased to see a
Sir, review of a new biography of Gertrude Bell and espe-
Adam Sisman can surely not be serious (LR, August) cially by the first few lines, when the reviewer relates
that ‘few of us can recall a single line of [Robert how she became captivated by her personality.
Southey’s] poetry.’ I am one of the very early Gertrude Bell fans, back in
‘It was a famous victory’? the early 30s of the last century, when I came across her
Yours faithfully, name in a book about the Middle East and then read her
Michael Grosvenor Myer books and especially her letters.
Haddenham, Cambridge On the following page in your September issue you
bring a review of a biography of Sir Valentine Chirol. I
BALKAN TROUBLES wonder whether the authors of both biographies, or
Sir, their reviewers, know that Valentine Chirol was one of
Generally your reviews strike me as exemplary: infor- the closest friends of Gertrude Bell. She used to call him
mative and well-informed, written by professionals. DOMNUL in her letters to him.
But what has happened in the case of John Laughland Yours faithfully,
and the UN, in your November edition? No CV is Lillian Klein
provided, so it is not possible to judge the credentials; Jerusalem
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come two inches closer weird and wonderful lines,
together.’ Jelinek is famous and for those jokes in the
for her seriousness, meta- dark. Just.
physical, political, ecologi- To order this book at £12, see
cal. But she is really a LR Bookshop on page 27
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lives to trek to Sydney to attend her funeral. During the life of the big city, in effect died for them long before her
ceremony and at the wake that follows, they feel increas- actual death from a bungled abortion.
ingly alienated from the people – metropolitan, modish Malouf, always so precise in his characterisation, so poetic
and seemingly untouched by the tragedy – gathered in his evocations of nature and so haunting in his insight
around them. Slowly they realise that the young woman, into loneliness and frustrated love, is a writer to treasure.
absorbed in the frenetic and to them incomprehensible To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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J OHN DE FALBE Josipovici that his own book should enact this formally.
He does not give us a linear narrative because that’s not
ELUSIVE CONSCIOUSNESS how humans think and remember. Instead he gives us
glimpses through artfully crafted moods and windows,
and this endows his writing with a suggestiveness that is
E VERYTHING PASSES indeed poetic. Like Mandelstam in The Egyptian Stamp,
★ he reminds us that memory makes us experience life in
By Gabriel Josipovici a way that is not really linear; that the boundaries
(Carcanet 60pp £9.95) between prose and poetry are not so clear as we might
sometimes suppose, and that language can achieve its
GABRIEL JOSIPOVICI IS sometimes referred to as the only effects also by absences.
true experimentalist in modern English fiction. Besides Describing his writing as experimental invites blind-
unfairly denigrating many other novelists, this epithet ness to his discipline, economy and clarity. If at times the
sidelines him, just as describing an aunt as tremendously narrative doesn’t seem clear, it’s not because the author is
clever might also imply that no-one in their right minds not clear but because it’s part of his intention to portray
would choose to talk to her. As the author of Touch, a the elusiveness of consciousness. And if at first you don’t
work of great but unsung br illiance on the most get the hang of what’s happening in Everything Passes, it
neglected of senses, and several other books of what only takes thirty minutes to read so you can cheerfully
might be described as literary criticism, as well as novels go back and read it again. It’s worth it: it’s shrewd,
and other volumes, it may at least be assumed that instructive and affecting.
Josipovici knows exactly what he is doing, and why. To order this book at £7.95, see LR Bookshop on page 27
The unnamed protagonist of this work ‘stands at the
window. / Cracked pane. / His face at the window. / M ARTYN B EDFORD
Greyness. Silence.’ Behind him is an empty room. As he
stares out without seeing, fragments of conversation ping
into his head from two marriages, from his children and
from friends. He appears to be ill, but his affliction looks
THROUGH A GLASS, DARKLY
like grief, both at the death of his second wife and at the C REATURES OF THE E ARTH : N EW AND
remembered departure of his first wife whom he bullied S ELECTED S TORIES
but loved. But he is probably also unwell himself, for it ★
appears that before his wife’s death he had a heart attack. By John McGahern
One way or another, he doesn’t sound like a man with a (Faber & Faber 408pp £16.99)
long and happy future.
The narrative flits back and forth in terms of both MANY YEARS AGO, when I lived in a shared house, the
time and people. This is faithful to the random direc- tenants played a drinking game – we would gather in
tions that consciousness takes, and it is done with such front of the television for the weekly episode of Dallas
sleight of hand that the reader doesn’t feel lost. Josipovici and match the cast glass for glass. Invariably, we were
is also adept at using silence and repetition in ways that drunk by the end of the programme. Reading these
might be described as poetic, but more because we stories by John McGahern, it struck me that you could
aren’t used to seeing them in prose than because there is adapt the game to works of literature. To be sure, if you
anything inherently poetic about them. They have the had a sup each time a character in this volume raised a
cumulative effect of generating mood and allowing the pint of stout or a tumbler of whiskey to his lips, you
author to switch neatly from the mood of a memory would slump to the floor in a stupor within the first
itself to the mood of the remembering. There is an hundred pages. Whether in bars or pubs, at funeral
exquisitely rendered, discrete account of an argument wakes or in the pr ivacy of their own homes,
between the protagonist and his wife, and another McGahern’s menfolk are never slow to take a drop.
vignette of his bullying her: like the memories, the Drink is by no means the only recurrent theme in these
moments vanish and are taken over by the harsh preoc- tales of Irish life: love, sex, sport, manual labour, mar-
cupations of his present mood. riage, religion and fiddle-playing all feature from time to
Besides the theme inherent in its title, Everything Passes time. Not to mention priests, father-son relationships
is sustained by the notion that art – writing, in particular, (usually dysfunctional), farming, teaching and, of course,
for the protagonist – can help us approach complexities death. The narrator of the opening story encounters a
in the world if it represents them faithfully (even if the man going home to bury his brother, while the last story
creations dreamed in the artist’s head may seem to be has three brothers laying their uncle to rest.
very different from the result). It is characteristic of This is not altogether inappropriate, given that the
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Turkey is described as a country that ‘only recently If James Hamilton-Paterson isn’t as well known as he
abjured torture and honour killing in order to qualify for should be, it is partly as a result of never having written
EU membership, not because it thought them wrong’. successive books in the same vein. Well, now he has
Nor can we relax. ‘The whole of Western culture [is] done so, and with tremendous verve. The author’s
drifting inexorably towards a generalized state of pornog- intelligence and scepticism add bite to the comedy, and
raphy’ – a young violinist being ‘good enough not to make this book a joy to read. Cooking with Fernet Branca
have to pose in a wet T-shirt on the front of her first CD’. was longlisted for the Man Booker Prize and won
But there’s a contrasting tone here too, of concern Bookered Out, the BBC’s alternative award, but it is
about the damage man is doing to the oceans. The rare for a comic novel to be taken seriously by judging
marine scientists have an affinity with the sea that Millie panels. As Samper himself says, however, ‘There are
could never understand; her relationship with it is all more ways of being serious than by being serious.’
about personal achievement. To order this book at £10.39, see LR Bookshop on page 27
R ICHARD G ODWIN of modernity, Will reflects on his long, strange life, aware
that, like Davy Crockett or Natty Bumppo, he is an
TRAIL OF TEARS emblem of another age when America ‘was no more than
a strip of land stretching a couple of hundred miles west of
the Atlantic and the rest was just a very compelling idea’.
T HIRTEEN M OONS Orphaned at an early age, the twelve-year-old Will is
★ sent by his aunt and uncle, map in hand, to find and man
By Charles Frazier an obscure trading post. The westerly part of the map is a
(Sceptre 432pp £17.99) fascinating blank, marked INDIAN TERRITORY; for
Will, ‘the lesson the map taught was that knowledge has
EARLY ON IN Charles Frazier’s grand historical novel of strict limits, and beyond that verge the world itself might
the Cherokee Removal, the narrator, Will Cooper, become equally unspecified and provisional’.
standing in his tenth decade at the dawn of the twenti- Bookish yet intrepid, Will has some growing up to do
eth century, wonders ‘whether it is an illness or a sin, en route, in scenes which seem designed with half an eye
the need to write things down and fix the flowing world on a Hollywood film, to match Anthony Minghella’s
in one rigid form’. 2003 adaptation of Cold Mountain. Will encounters a
Will’s adoptive father, a Cherokee chief named Bear, snake, a bear and an insane gambler named Featherstone,
believes that words, ‘when they’ve been captured and whose beautiful daughter, Claire, Will briefly wins in a
imprisoned on paper, become a barrier against the poker game. He just about escapes with his colt, Waverley
world. Everything that happens is fluid, changeable’. (after Walter Scott), and once stationed in his post
Will, of European blood, is intoxicated by writing. He befriends the Tennessee whiskey-slugging chief Bear.
reads the Aeneid and the Morte d’Arthur, ensures that the His life proceeds episodically. He earns enough to buy
latest literary periodicals reach his wet, rugged corner his trading post, and later, more land; he is adopted by
of North Carolina and sees that turkey quills are pre- Bear; he befr iends the gambler Featherstone, the
served from hunting trips for him to write with. He is Cherokee owner of a huge plantation who has adopted
compelled to put his life on paper. the ways of the white man, and falls in lifelong love with
It is this meeting of two conflicting ideas of personal Claire, a cipher who drifts in and out of the narrative.
and social history – as either mutable or irrevocable – that Will is both cultured and wild. He becomes the con-
gives Thirteen Moons its great wisdom. It also sows the duit between the Indians and the US Administration,
seeds of its failure as a novel: incoherent by nature, it lacks learning advocacy and journeying to Washington to plead
the unity of Frazier’s huge-selling debut, the American for his people’s rights with the maddening, borderline
Civil War odyssey Cold Mountain. However, certain psychopath President Jackson (contemporary allusions
inconsistencies of narrative and characterisation must be very subtly worked in). As the government forces the
set against the rich rewards of Frazier’s meditations on the Cherokee people to resettle in Oklahoma (travelling what
nature of a life, the passage of time, and America itself. became known as the Trail of Tears), Will’s role becomes
Frazier is capable, too, of beautiful prose, though we more complex. Does his veneration of the Noble Savages
must excuse the overreaching opening: ‘There is no come to any good? He tries to buy as much land as he
scatheless rapture. Love and time put me in this condition. can for them to live on. He also becomes involved with
I am leaving soon for the Nightland, where all the ghosts the soldiers trying to oust the Indians, and must track
of men and animals yearn to travel.’ (A beautiful descrip- down one clan member who has resisted removal – an act
tion of Will coming to terms with an Edison phonograph which haunts him for the rest of his life.
a page later redeems him.) As America stands on the brink The central narrative arc collapses at this point; as Will
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becomes disillusioned and aimless, so too does Frazier. not necessarily a spouse, perhaps – as Dylan Thomas’s poor
Will’s role in leading the Indians into the Civil War is Mr Pugh did to his hated wife, mixing in ‘the hissing
brushed over: ‘as a subject, the entire period bores me laboratory of his wishes’ a ‘venomous porridge unknown
senseless’, he says, as if Frazier himself is exhausted at the to toxicologists which will scald and viper through her
prospect of writing about the war again. until her ears fall off like figs, her toes grow big and black as
Nonetheless, it would be foolish to let these disap- balloons, and steam comes screaming out of her navel’?
pointments override Frazier’s achievements. The opening Now vee may perhaps to begin. Yes?
two thirds of the book are alive with wonder and adven- Last year there was considerable excitement (to say
ture. Frazier is a wonderfully sensual writer, with a deep nothing of gossip) when, as part of a £40 million horticul-
kinship to the damp Appalachian terrain on which he tural extravaganza at Alnwick Castle, the Duchess of
lives. The changing of the Indian moons of the title are Northumberland opened a Poison Garden. This throwback
beautifully evoked; if he ever wishes to write a frontier to mediaeval times was designed as an educational showcase
cookbook, it will sell. A strong impression remains of a to the darker aspect of the apothecary’s craft, and included
marginal, remote and violent place, a new land where opium poppies, cannabis, coca and hemlock. The negotia-
‘getting what you wanted was largely a matter of claim- tions with police and public health inspectors for licences
ing what you wanted’. to cultivate these species were complex, and some of them
Frazier is at his most effective as a novelist when he are actually behind bars (the plants, not the inspectors). The
subscribes to the Tolstoyan view of history as a grand result was a spectacular success – Jane Northumberland is a
old mess, pushed forward by the fumbling of millions of fairly spectacular Duchess, but I do wonder whether, were
individuals. As Will acknowledges: ‘almost nothing in she bound hand and foot and cast into one of the salmon
life is epic or tragic at the moment of its enactment. beats of the Tyne, she might not be seen to float.
History in the making, at least on a personal level, is I only ask because now comes a book, The Poison
almost exclusively pathetic. People suffer and die in Diaries, that purports to be from a manuscript discovered
ignorance and delusion’. In such ignorance and delusion in the castle grounds ‘relating to “Weed”, the great poi-
old nations die – and new ones are born. soner whose existence has been a state secret for 150
To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 27 years’. There is even a letter tipped into the flyleaf from
Her Grace to ‘The Department of Toxicology’, expressing
D AVID P ROFUMO her displeasure at the confiscation of the original and flatly
denying that the family is in possession of any further such
HERBAL HORROR STORY material (though I sense a sequel in the wind). The book
is highly entertaining – part herbal and part horror tale,
illustrated in true Grand Guignol style by Colin Stimpson
T HE P OISON D IARIES – and if you give it to the kiddies this Christmas I guaran-
★ tee it will scare them clean out of their little woollies.
By the Duchess of Northumberland The journal is written in the hand of young Weed, a
Illustrated by Colin Stimpson tousle-haired orphan resembling Sir Simon Rattle, who is
(Pavilion Books 80pp £14.99) apprenticed to a cruel apothecary, whom he cordially
loathes (he describes his master as ‘a ripe pig fart’, and that’s
GOSSIP AND POISON have much in common, being ubiq- just the first paragraph of this delightfully uncouth narra-
uitous, fascinating, and the kiss of death to some but a tive). In classic mode, the youth finds a secret walled garden
substance on which others positively thrive. Belladonna, for filled with poisonous plants, and begins to hear them speak.
instance, has medicinal properties as well as fatal ones, and He makes a study of drawing and classifying them, and thus
there used to be Austrian forest folk who regularly swal- the young weeder will receive some serious botanical infor-
lowed arsenic to improve their complexion. The notion of mation, positive properties being noted as well as the more
what constitutes a poison is therefore indefinite: toxic gruesome symptoms, including convulsions, hallucinations,
reactions differ between species and individuals (one man’s frenzy, ‘horrible diarrhoea’, madness and paralysis. (There is
meat, and all that) and so classification is relative rather than nothing quite as nasty as my favourite description of the
absolute. In his seminal work The Boke of Venoms (1424), effects of cicutoxin after ingesting water hemlock, which
Magister Santes de Ardoynis included sea hare, leopard’s appears in the 1956 classic The Book of Poisons by Gustav
gall, cat’s brains and menstrual blood – along with a cure-all Schenk.) Weed becomes enthralled by these plants: ‘All of
antidote named the Confection of Cleopatra, a maceration us here love you and wish to set you free,’ say their Siren
of scorpions and musk in wine. Until the scientific era, our voices. A Herculean struggle ensues for the direction in
world went in terror of venom (‘the coward’s weapon’), which he will apply his new-found knowledge.
and convicted poisoners were often boiled alive. Yet who As well as the deadly Nightshade, we meet along the
can honestly claim never to have felt towards someone – way some mischievous Lords and Ladies – a bunch of
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deranged toffs who delight in luring children to their is not worthy of her affections. Covertly, he distils some
doom (‘We don’t like ’em, we hunt ’em’) – plus the allur- belladonna for her to use to cure poor old Nanny
ing Nicotinia, a seductive Southern belle with a nasty Gregson, but Marigold – in an ill-starred attempt to open
cough (‘I don’t mind takin’ it slow’), and the diminutive Weed’s eyes to her own secret love for him – takes a fatal
Ergot, a vengeful general with a lamentable Napoleonic overdose. The apprentice, his mind finally turned, con-
accent and an army of ants. My favourite illustrations were cocts a cocktail of all the plants, slips it to his master at
of the soporific Mandrake – perhaps mention could be breakfast (it is disguised by the rum that he habitually
made in any future editions of the myth that they sprouted takes in his tea: I wonder if that is a Percy family special?),
below gallows, engendered by the final ejaculations of and then gloats over him as he dashes to the outhouse.
hanged men? – and Nux Vomica, a glasshouse dominatrix We are not spared the particulars of ‘agonised gurgles of
aka Strict Nina. In a Perfume-like process, the boy becomes heaving sickness and the splashes of fountains of vomit
progressively deranged by his arcane experiences, and the hitting the walls and floor’, and the – postlapsarian? –
pages of his journal are blotched, spattered and blood- detail as ‘wafts of the most vile smells came through the
stained as the saga becomes more ominous, and the desire little apple-shaped hole that was cut in the door’, as the
for revenge curdles his thoughts. apothecary expires. Weed gleefully sketches him, steals his
There’s a weedy little love interest, too: ‘Dear Marigold, gold, and sallies forth into our wide world. Bill and Ben
she always knows how to make me feel better,’ writes the this certainly is not. Sleep tight, my little ones.
swain, but naturally he keeps his feelings to himself, as he To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 27
EATING MISERY coups and massacres to civil war. Adichie tells the story by
turns through the eyes of Ugwu, the impoverished house-
boy, Richard, a nervous British ex-pat, and Olanna, the
H ALF OF A Y ELLOW S UN daughter of a chieftain. Writing from three disparate per-
★ spectives is a bold move by a young novelist, and she pulls it
By Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie off with remarkable savvy and confidence. She did not live
(Fourth Estate 433pp £14.99) through this period herself, but as a Nigerian is naturally
interested. So she employs similarly marginalised but
UGWU IS A teenager from a village in Nigeria who goes nevertheless involved voices. Ugwu serves the rich and
to work as a houseboy for a university lecturer, famous, gaining glimpses of the political and ideological
Odenigbo. His aunt tells him that if he works hard, he turmoil of the times and providing his own insight based
will eat well. ‘You will even eat meat every day,’ she says. on the animistic traditions of his rural upbringing. Richard
Food is everywhere and everything in Half of a Yellow is naturally excluded by his race, but also symbolises the
Sun. Ugwu becomes a talented cook, while Harrison, involvement of whites in Africa. He represents the colo-
the neighbouring houseboy, takes a snobbish pleasure nialism of the past, combined with the humanitarian com-
from his knowledge of obscure European dishes like passion of the future. Olanna, an intricate and exquisitely
stuffed garden eggs and lemon meringue pie. Odenigbo drawn character, is sophisticated yet primitive, snobbish yet
cheats on his girlfriend, Olanna, after his mother feeds empathetic, confident yet painfully withdrawn. She seems
him witch-doctored rice. And a priest asks Olanna, who loath to belong to any tribal, ethnic, social or intellectual
is unable to forgive her lover, ‘What will you do with grouping. She is at times completely removed from reality,
the misery you have chosen? Will you eat misery?’ but at other times seems the very essence of life in Nigeria.
Food is a versatile metaphor in Chimamanda Ngozi This combination of detachment and involvement in the
Adichie’s second novel, set before and during the Nigerian voices of the narrators complements Adichie’s narrative
civil conflict of 1967–70. When the eastern provinces of style. Despite describing grotesque murders and passionate
Nigeria declared independence, the new state – Biafra – love affairs, she never overdoes it. For instance, the brutal
was starved into submission by the central government. rape and murder of one character is alluded to first, ellipti-
The values and associations attached to different types of cally, in a news broadcast, and then assumed (but not
food, as well as its simple necessity, give Adichie a wide mentioned) for twenty pages. Adichie lets the suspicion of
scope in which to work. Her talent is now beyond doubt, horror take root first, and then allows it to sink in gradually.
judging by this moving and accomplished follow-up to This kind of subtlety makes reading her an extraordinary,
Purple Hibiscus, her enormously successful debut. unsettling but ultimately satisfying experience.
Purple Hibiscus was a coming-of-age story. But it also Adichie is already the new voice of her country, and
began to explain Nigeria, and to tell the country’s history. looks set to become the voice of Africa entire.
Half of a Yellow Sun continues this project explicitly. To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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cold steel face of the anvil. He unfastened his flies authors whose books were put forward this year included
and unlimbered himself and she rose up on tiptoe to Sarah Waters and Will Self, both ex-shortlistees, but
receive him. He bent his knees to get beneath her they failed to deliver. Self ’s The Book of Dave (Viking)
and entered her from behind and her feet left the might still scrape onto the longlist, though, with an
floor and she called out to God and convulsed with excellent scene in which his pragmatic, cab-driving hero
each slow stroke, her head thrown back and her eye- approaches lovemaking ‘as he would call over a run:
lids aflutter, and her cries filled the forge until she leave on left tit, comply throat, comply mouth, left shoulder,
squeezed him from inside and he exploded to a right hip, forward cunt … The junctions of her body were
prayer of his own within her body. well signed’.
If it’s not explosions of some sort then it’s water imagery. Entries are still flooding in. We can end the round-up
Mark Haddon’s A Spot of Bother (once more, Jonathan of the current nominations with a passage from Thomas
Cape) contains a scene in which there are both: Pynchon’s eagerly awaited Against the Day (Jonathan
And she realised that it was going to happen and she Cape). Last year there was inter-species sex involving a
heard herself saying, ‘Yes, yes, yes,’ and even hearing woman and a lobster. This year, thanks to Pynchon,
the sound of her own voice didn’t break the spell. there is love – almost – between a man and a spaniel
And it swept over (though whether it
her like surf sweep- qualifies as bad, rather
ing over sand then than simply over-the-
falling back and top and very funny, sex,
sweeping up over remains to be seen).
the sand again and ‘A – you say,’ gears in
falling back. his mind beginning
Images went off to crank, ‘“lap” –
in her head like lit- French … lap-dog?’
tle fireworks. The Somehow gathering
smell of coconut. that Ruperta had
Brass firedogs. trained her toy
By far the most fulfill- spaniel to provide
ing exper ience of all intimate ‘French’
these passages, however, caresses of the
is had by the heroine tongue for the plea-
of Julia Glass’s The sure of its mistress ...
Whole World Over The dog, it
(Hutchinson); and she too is swept away by water seemed to Reef, was giving him sidewise looks
metaphors, an ocean of vocabulary in fact: which if they’d come from a woman you would
And then before her inner eye, a tide of words have had to call flirtatious. Finally after an extended
leaped high and free, a chaotic joy like frothing farewell notable for its amount of saliva exchange,
rapids: truncate, adjudicate, fornicate, frivolous, rivulet, Mouffette slowly padded over to the divan where
violet, oriole, orifice, conifer, aquifer, allegiance, alacrity … Reef was sitting and jumped up to sit next to him
all the words this time not a crowding but a heavenly …
chain, an ostrich fan, a vision as much as an orgasm, ‘Oboy, oboy.’ He stroked the diminutive spaniel for a
a release of something deep in the core of her while until, with no warning, she jumped off the couch
altered brain, words she thought she’d lost for good. and slowly went into the bedroom, looking back now
It nearly deafened her (but not quite) to the other, and then over her shoulder. Reef followed, taking out
more alarming wave – the groaning and happy curs- his penis, breathing heavily through his mouth. ‘Here,
ing that came from Stan. Mouffie, nice big dog bone for you right here, lookit this,
This heady brew of mixed metaphor (a deafening vision yeah, seen many of these lately? come on, smells good
of words?) and tautology (‘nearly … (but not quite)’), not don’t it, mmm, yum!’ and so forth, Mouffette mean-
to mention the purple prose and time angling her head, edging
the presumption that the word closer, sniffing with curiosity.
‘orifice’ is worth remembering at visit Literary Review online ‘That’s right, now, o-o-open
all, let alone during sex, puts up… good girl, good
Glass among the frontrunners www.literaryreview.co.uk Mouffette now let’s just put
this year. this – yaahhgghh!’
Some prominent Br itish Reader, she bit him.
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O BJECTS OF D ESIRE with historical events cleverly blur- Having received about 250 crime novels
★ ring the dividing line between fact this year and read some of all and all of
By C J Emerson and fiction. Westbrook (aka some, those I liked best were:
(Allison & Busby 304pp £18.99) Samantha Weinberg) beats previous The Dead Hour (Bantam Press 352pp
pretend-Flemings hands down. £12.99) by Denise Mina, a brilliant
A twenty-first-century Gothic-style portrayal of Glasgow’s underside.
shocker set in the Welsh countryside. B LOOD DANCING
Jess is a social worker leading a glam- ★ Nefertiti by Nick Drake (Bantam
ourless life, but sixteen years ago she By Jonathan Gash Press 352pp £12.99), a traditional
had been a pop star, who became (Allison & Busby 288pp £18.99) whodunit in an original setting.
pregnant and gave her baby up for
adoption. She has never been able to UNLOVABLE rogues in Manchester’s The Summer Snow by Rebecca Pawel
forgive herself and now, single and underworld, with quirky action, (Soho Press 320pp £14.99), the
childless as a result of her own choic- impenetrable vernacular and explicit fourth in a series based in mid twen-
es, is expiating her own guilt. Her viciousness making this series very tieth-century Spain.
work is sickening to do and equally different in tone from this author’s
sickening to read about, as she deals more accessible Lovejoy. Sovereign by C J Sansom (Macmillan
with cases of sexual abuse and mur- 380pp £16.99), a brilliant evocation
dered children, molested babies, tor- W ILD F IRE of tyranny in Tudor England.
ture and trafficking. This first novel is ★
assured, densely plotted, heartfelt and By Nelson de Mille Wash This Blood Clean from my Hand
regrettably credible. (Time Warner 528pp £14.99) by Fred Vargas (Harvill Secker 400pp
£11.99), featuring a sensitive, intel-
S ECRET S ERVANT MEGALOMANIAC plutocrats concoct a lectual Parisian policeman.
★ plot to nuke Los Angeles, thereby
By Kate Westbrook provoking Amer ica to nuke the And finally, Blood and Honey (320pp
(John Murray 320pp £16.99) Middle East. No James Bond to the £6.99) and One Under (352pp £9.99),
rescue, just a wisecracking New York annual instalments of the most sensi-
THIS highly enjoyable Bond spin-off cop. A good read, as long as you ble, sensitive and subtle police-proce-
is narrated by ‘Miss Moneypenny’, don’t stop and think. durals of all, by Graham Hurley.
N IGHT & DAY G RAND P OETRY P RIZE
THIS month’s poems were on the R EPORT BY T OM F LEMING 0LW) by 31 January. As always
subject of fame. Frank Mc Donald poems should rhyme, scan and
wins first prize and £350, Dorothy make sense, all in under 24 lines.
Pope second and £150; all others printed receive £10, Parodies cannot win first place, but may be eligible for
(kindly sponsored by the Mail on Sunday). D Shepherd second or subsequent prizes.
came very close to winning but his poem was let down It was sad to hear that Griselda Scott, a stalwart of the
by a muddled final verse. Literary Review poetry competition, has passed away at
Next month’s subject is ‘mosaic’, and entries should the age of 102. She was a favourite of Auberon Waugh,
reach these offices (44 Lexington Street, London W1F and her poems will be much missed in these pages.
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What would bring the mysteries of life most artfully to light.
Pam Ayres ticks all the boxes. Well, I met her once or twice.
And she isn’t Donne or Marvell but she’s really very nice.
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