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APRIL 2007
ART & MUSIC 32 R UPERT C HRISTIANSEN Medusa: The Shipwreck, the ADRIAN WEALE is writing a history of
Scandal, the Masterpiece Jonathan Miles the SS for Little, Brown. In 2003 he
was recalled to the British Army and
33 P A T R I C K O’C O N N O R Divas and Scholars: Performing Italian
served as Chief of Staff for the Coalition
Opera Philip Gossett Start-up at the Met: The Metropolitan Provisional Authority in the Iraqi
Opera Broadcasts 1966–1976 Paul Jackson province of Dhi Qar for six months.
34 I AN W HITCOMB Tearing down the Wall of Sound: The Rise
and Fall of Phil Spector Mick Brown F ELIPE F ERNANDEZ -A RMESTO
is Visiting Professor of Global
Environmental History at Queen
BIOGRAPHY & 36 A C GRAYLING Shakespeare the Thinker A D Nuttall Mary, University of London and
MEMOIRS Shakespeare Revealed: A Biography René Weiss Principe de Asturias Chair in
37 WILLIAM PALMER Family Romance: A Memoir John Lanchester Spanish Culture and Civilization at
38 CHANDAK SENGOOPTA Digging up the Dead: The Life and Tufts University.
Times of Astley Cooper, An Extraordinary Surgeon Druin Burch
LESLIE MITCHELL is Emeritus Fellow
39 V IRGINIA I RONSIDE The Thoroughly Disgraceful Life and of University College, Oxford.
Times of Willie Donaldson Terence Blacker
CHRISTINE KELLY is the editor of
SECOND WORLD WAR 40 D AVID S TAFFORD Thirty Secret Years:A G Denniston’s Mrs Duberly’s War: Journal and Letters
from the Crimea, 1854-1856, recently
Work in Signals Intelligence 1914–1944 Robin Denniston
published by OUP.
41 F REDERICK T AYLOR Bomber Boys Patrick Bishop
42 D AVID C ESARANI The Lost: A Search for Six of Six DAVID CESARANI is research profes-
Million David Mendelsohn sor in History at Royal Holloway.
The American edition of his latest
book, Eichmann: His Life and Crimes,
GENERAL 44 J W M THOMPSON Friendship and Betrayal Graham Stewart
has just won the National Jewish
45 ALLAN MASSIE Inner Workings: Essays 2000–2005 J M Coetzee Book Award for History.
46 T HOMAS H ODGKINSON The Eye Simon Ings
47 D AN J ONES ON F IGHTING SIMON HEFFER’s The Great British
Speeches will be published by
Quercus in May.
FICTION 48 CAROLE ANGIER A Tranquil Star: Unpublished Stories Primo Levi
49 GILL HORNBY South of the River Blake Morrison CHRISTOPHER HART’s first volume of
50 SEBASTIAN SHAKESPEARE Measuring the World Daniel Kehlmann his blockbuster Attila trilogy, written
51 D J TAYLOR Tomorrow Graham Swift under the pseudonym William
52 MATT THORNE The Unknown Terrorist Richard Flanagan Napier, is now available in paperback.
53 SAM LEITH Dancing with Eva Alan Judd
F REDERICK T AYLOR ’s two most
54 FRANCIS KING Skin Lane Neil Bartlett recent books are Dresden, Tuesday
54 RICHARD GODWIN Hospital Toby Litt 13th February 1945 and The Berlin
55 P AMELA N ORRIS Seizure Erica Wagner Wall, both published by Bloomsbury.
56 M ARTYN B EDFORD Day A L Kennedy
PHILIP WOMACK’S children’s novel,
57 T OM F LEMING Gold Dan Rhodes
The Other Book, will be published by
58 S IMON B AKER ON F IRST N OVELS Bloomsbury in January 2008.
SILENCED VOICES 59 LUCY POPESCU
CRIME 60 JESSICA MANN IAIN KING is co-author of Peace at
POETRY 62 Any Price: How the World Failed
Kosovo (Hurst).
CLASSIFIEDS 64 BOOKSHOP 27 LETTERS 35 CROSSWORD 20
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“Brooks treats his subject with much subtlety,
solid scholarship, and flexibility of mind.”
—Victor Brombert, author of Trains of Thought
J OHN G RAY
Henry James
Goes to Paris
PETER BROOKS
The Great Game
“Under the guise of simply
‘telling a story’ about the
young Henry James’s stay
Goes on
in Paris in 1875–76, A FTER TAMERLANE : T HE G LOBAL H ISTORY
Peter Brooks describes OF E MPIRE
the progressive emergence ★
of the whole of novelistic By John Darwin
modernity during the (Allen Lane / The Penguin Press 592pp £25)
turn from the nineteenth
to the twentieth century. HALFORD MACKINDER IS not much read these days. The
You have to be, like
British geographer and imperialist’s emphasis on the
Brooks, both historian
and theorist, a scholar
enduring strategic and political importance of the earth’s
both of things French physical features and resources pricked the complacency
and American, to so of his Edwardian contemporaries, and his ideas had a cer-
masterfully carry out tain vogue in the interwar years. Notoriously, the Nazis
this project.” adopted a crude version of his view that whoever controls
—Philippe Hamon, Professor Emeritus, La Sorbonne Nouvelle Eurasia – the ‘world island’ stretching from the Volga to
Cloth $24.95 £15.95 978-0-691-12954-9 Due April the Yangtze – controls the world. In the aftermath of the
Second World War it was widely assumed that geopolitics
of this kind was obsolete. Values of democracy and
“Lee’s immensely enjoyable study . . . should become human rights rather than the distribution of resources
essential reading for aficionados of literary biography.” would shape the future. In fact the struggle for control of
—Publishers Weekly natural resources did not abate. An Anglo-American coup
removed the democratically elected government of
New in paperback Mohammed Mossadegh in Iran in 1953 and re-estab-
lished Western control of the country’s resources, while
Virginia Woolf ’s the Gulf War of 1990–91 aimed solely to secure global oil
Nose supplies. Mackinder’s ideas may have been rejected, but
Essays on Biography the geopolitical facts on which they were based continued
HERMIONE LEE to shape international relations.
John Darwin does not subscribe to any simple version
“Lee’s tales of the battles of geopolitics. Yet Mackinder’s observation that the
of the biographers are ‘Columbian epoch’ in which the world was ruled by
gripping and vivid. . . .
European sea power was only an interlude in history
The nose is a funny thing
anyway; stick it on to
might serve as an epigraph to After Tamerlane. Rightly,
‘Virginia Woolf’ or any
Darwin rejects the Whigg ish nar rative in which
other of the illustrious Europe’s r ise to pre-eminence and decline was a
names Lee discusses, and moment in the long-term rise of the ‘West’. Europe’s
you are bound to bring ascent was an incident in the history of Eurasia: ‘we
them down a peg. All part must set Europe’s age of expansion firmly in its Eurasian
of the biographer’s power context’, he writes, and recognise ‘the central importance
to make or unmake, sniff of Europe’s connections with other Old World civiliza-
out or sniff at, which Lee so tions and states in Asia, North Africa and the Middle
engagingly shows us.” East’. There was nothing foreordained about Europe’s
—Rachel Bowlby, Financial Times rise or its fall, nor were its empires different in kind from
Paper $12.95 £8.50 978-0-691-13044-6 Due April those of other times and places. The view that empire is
Not available from Princeton in the Commonwealth, except Canada ‘the original sin of European peoples, who corrupted an
innocent word’ is a commonplace in the developing
world and in the United States; but, as Darwin points
Princeton University Press out, the true origins of empire are to be found in
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processes of exchange and the accumulation of power be struggles of a kind Mackinder would find familiar.
that are practically universal. In order to understand Towards the end of After Tamerlane, Darwin considers
empire one must understand not only the experiences of the events that led to Europe’s loss of global primacy. In
Portugal, Spain, France, the Netherlands, Belgium, 1919 the British Empire extended over a quarter of the
Germany and Britain – themselves hugely diverse. The world; thirty years later it was falling apart. In the early
histories of the Ottomans, the Safavids, the Mughals, the 1950s the former Soviet Union – always a European-
Manchus, the Russians and the Soviets, the Japanese and style empire rather than a type of oriental despotism –
the Nazis must also be examined. There is nothing was the world’s second naval power. Thirty years on, it
peculiarly European, or Western, about imperialism. was a military-industrial rustbelt. Darwin locates the
Empire is normal, and the intense hostility it arouses decisive moments in Europe’s decline in the run-up to
comes from the fact that post-colonial states base their the Second World War. The inability of the League of
legitimacy on a vision of it as an unnatural and alien Nations to prevent the Italian invasion of Abyssinia
institution – a vision that continues to sustain them even ‘marked the brutal collapse of the last Europe-centred
when they become imperialists themselves. experiment maintaining global order’, and Europe was
Starting in 1405 with the death of Tamerlane, the last of consumed in the ‘vast Eurasian war’ of 1942. No doubt
the ‘world-conquerors’ who was able to bring the whole Europe’s collapse reflected long-term processes, but
of Eurasia under a single rule, Darwin presents an eagle’s- when it came it was sudden and devastating. Despite the
eye view of the role of empire in the creation of the mod- efforts of the Continent’s post-war elites, no ‘European
ern world. An astonishingly comprehensive, arrestingly project’ could reverse this catastrophic decline.
fresh and vivid history of the forces that underlie the world Referring to the breakdown that occurred during the
we live in today, After Tamerlane sets aside ideologies in interwar period, Darwin observes: ‘The appropriate
which European power – sometimes seen as liberating and imagery is not of rivers or tides, but of earthquakes and
at others as diabolically oppressive – is the driving force of floods.’ One cannot help wondering what upheavals are
modern development. A global economy was not created in store for us. After reading this masterpiece of historical
by ‘the Promethean touch of merchants from Europe’ – it writing, one thing is clear. The world has not seen the
already existed, flourishing in the maritime commerce last empire.
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patterns of trade and power. What we now call ‘globalisa-
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nomenon. The Columbian era of European hegemony,
always partly unreal, is now definitely over.
One of the lasting impressions left by Darwin’s
account is how geopolitical realities resist and survive
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C HRISTOPHER C LARK as the centre of political gravity moves from the mobile
military headquarters of the 1813 campaigns to Paris,
SEX & SUMMITRY London and Vienna. Yet Zamoyski succeeds brilliantly,
balancing the many strands of his narrative with intelli-
gence and grace. Lucid overviews of high politics –
R ITES OF P EACE : T HE FALL OF N APOLEON sketched out against the background of some of the largest
AND THE C ONGRESS OF V IENNA battles in human history – are interspersed with vivid set-
★ pieces, telling anecdotes and poignant individual portraits.
By Adam Zamoyski Zamoyski weaves his high-political narrative into an
(Harper Press 616pp £25) account of the world of travel, consumption, sociability
and sex that surrounded the summiteers. He is especially
A new Europe was born at the Congress of Vienna. A good on the infrastructure of the conferences – the vari-
Dutch–Belgian composite state, the United Kingdom of able cost and quality of apartments and carriages, the
the Netherlands, appeared in the north-west. Norway was inconveniences of travel, and the dangers faced by diplo-
transferred from Denmark to Sweden. Austria relinquished mats making their way across areas that had only recent-
forever its foothold in the Netherlands and struck deep ly been battlefields, where they were tempting prey for
inroads into Italy with the acquisition of Lombardy- gangs of Cossacks, or bands of wandering deserters. The
Venetia and the installation of Habsburg dynasts on the protagonists of Zamoyski’s account are forever arriving
thrones of Tuscany, Modena and Parma. The kingdom of and departing in mud-spattered carriages, recovering
Prussia became a colossus that stretched across the north of from sea-sickness, searching for furniture to fill empty
Germany, broken only by one gap, forty kilometres wide apartments, and coping with the insolence of unfamiliar
at its narrowest point. Of the 300-odd principalities and servants. Like today’s diplomats, the summiteers spent
statelets that had inhabited the old Holy Roman Empire, much of their time shopping on behalf of loved ones at
only thirty-nine German territories remained. The bor- home. There were the usual culture clashes: the British
ders of the Russian Empire, redrawn to encompass the delegation were heard to complain that nobody served
bulk of eastern and central Poland, extended further west- proper tea in Vienna, the Russians tended to trash their
wards than at any time in European history. apartments, the British ambassador Sir Charles Stewart
The implications of this comprehensive restructuring was forced to sell his hounds because he could find no
were momentous. Prussia replaced Austria as the fore- one in Austria who would hunt foxes with him.
most German power. Piedmont-Sardinia emerged as the Women loom large in this book, mainly in their famil-
pre-eminent territory in the Italian peninsula. The Poles iar Congress roles as mistresses and prostitutes, but also as
seethed for a century under a triple wives (though not necessarily faithful
regime of occupation. The fear of ones). King Frederick of Denmark
the threat posed by a resurgent took up with the twenty-year-old
France sufficed, more or less, to Caroline Petronelle Seufert, a ‘young
hold the allies of 1815 together, woman of the working class, blonde
until it was overshadowed by the and pink, a pretty grisette’. The two
fear of Russia. It would be going were so attached to each other dur-
too far to say that the Vienna set- ing the King’s stay that she became
tlement ‘caused’ the wars of 1848, known on the streets of Vienna as
1854, 1864, 1866, 1870–71 and the ‘Queen of Denmark’. Frederick
1914–18, but it certainly accounts William III of Prussia, still slightly
to a great extent for the conflicts numb from the death of his wife
and coalitions that shaped their Queen Louise in 1810, fell hopelessly
course and outcome. in love with Countess Julie Zichy
In this sophisticated, panoramic and ‘followed her about like a
account of Europe’s transition from spaniel’. While Emperor Alexander
war to peace in 1815, Adam pursued young women with reckless
Zamoyski revisits the elaborate abandon, his wife renewed an earlier
sequence of summit negotiations passionate affair with the Polish
that culminated in the Congress of statesman Czartoryski. The German
Vienna. This has never been an easy diplomat Gentz confided to his diary
story to tell. The list of dramatis one evening that he had ‘passed an
personae extends into the hundreds, hour with Suzette, a very beautiful
and the scenery constantly changes Wilhelmina: seven times a day woman bequeathed to me by
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[Wilhelm von] Humboldt’. It seems to have been easy for slightly off note: his handling of Wilhelm von Humboldt,
even quite junior members of the delegations to pick up the Prussian ambassador in Vienna, is unaccountably hos-
female Congress groupies from the streets of Vienna. tile. We are told that Humboldt liberally indulged ‘a seedy
There were also liaisons of a more ser ious kind. taste for preferably fat lower-class girls, whom he could
Wilhelmina de Biron, Princess of Sagan, became one of treat like objects, while writing curiously high-minded
the great loves of Metternich’s life, though he later ruefully letters to his wife Caroline’. Later Zamoyski touches again
admitted that she ‘sinned seven times a day and loved as on Humboldt’s ‘taste for raddled whores and fat lower-
often as others dine’. These liaisons helped to compensate class women’. But there is surely more than this to be said
for the ritualised tedium of the official occasions, but they for Humboldt, the classical scholar, inventor of the mod-
could be functional in a political sense: Sir Charles ern humanist university, champion of Jewish emancipation
Stewart and his junior colleague Frederick Lamb both and the most consistently liberal minister of the Prussian
secretly shared Wilhelmina with Metternich for a time, reform era. Humboldt’s sexual adventures and his porous
using her to acquire information about the Austrian, all of ethical standards were hardly unusual, as Zamoyski’s own
which was dutifully passed to London. highly coloured account of these matters demonstrates.
There are many memorable portraits in this book, but Rites of Peace is a fine example of narrative history, ele-
Talleyrand emerges with particular clarity. We encounter gant, sketched on a broad canvas, and sound on factual
him first in the hands of his valets in Paris, entertaining detail. Zamoyski has a sharp eye for the vanity of promi-
morning callers, his face scarcely visible for ‘an enormous nent men and for the discrepancies between intention
assemblage of flannel, felt, fustian, percale [in] a mass of and outcome. His deft use of contemporary diaries,
white’. ‘Amongst the more remarkable elements of his diplomatic reports and memoirs ensures authenticity of
toilette’, the Russian minister Nesselrode reported, ‘was tone and atmosphere. Vienna, he concludes, may have
one so curious as to overcome one’s disgust in observing given birth to a new kind of politics, centred on summit-
it. It involved the consumption of one or two large glasses ry, consultation and a consensual acceptance – in princi-
of tepid water, which he sucked in through the nostrils ple – of the inviolability of sovereign states. But it also set
and then ejected, more or less like an elephant, through the parameters for a chain of wars and national struggles
his nose.’ To embrace Talleyrand, Nesselrode recalled, was that would shake Europe for more than a century.
to be covered in powder. Later we meet the wily French To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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tensions among the allies over the fate of Saxony and
Poland to open up opportunities for France and exasper- Oxford University
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F ELIPE F ERNANDEZ -A RMESTO Jesuits, the settlers of the empire, the alternating flights of
liberals and reactionaries, the refugees from the Republic,
THE ALCHEMY OF EXILE the foes of Franco, the Gastarbeiter movement that supplied
miners and waiters for so many foreign economies. It is an
impressive list, skilfully handled. The idea of putting Jesuits
T HE D ISINHERITED : T HE E XILES W HO and Jews into a single category of Spanish history is daz-
C REATED S PANISH C ULTURE zlingly original and brilliantly revealing. Kamen’s pages on
★ Puerto Rico’s place in the history of Spanish exile are
By Henry Kamen powerful enough to change thinking about Puerto Rico,
(Allen Lane / The Penguin Press 508pp £30) if not about Spain. No other book is so genuinely even-
handed in dealing with the fears and experiences of atroci-
HOME THOUGHTS ARE best from abroad. Memory is a ties among both sides’ civil-war victims.
better nurse of patriotism than experience, generally Kamen’s outstanding gifts as an historian are evident
because memory is more easily deluded, and distance on every page. He sifts evidence with a vivid yet critical
lends enchantment. Love for Jerusalem flows by the eye; his thinking is unfettered. He writes total history,
waters of Babylon. Improbably but convincingly, mastering every kind of source material, weaving a
Macaulay’s Jacobite preferred Scargill to Florence. Almost comprehensive vision of Spanish culture that includes
the only poem all Dutch people know is Denkend aan art, science, thought, politics and everyday experience.
Holland – a heart-wringing evocation of flat landscape He handles language beautifully and economically. He is
and cloud-filled skies. It was written in Sweden. To unseduced by political correctness and undeceived by
imagine England, go to some corner of a foreign field. partisan traditions. He deals dispassionately with such
The Return of the King is a genuine theme of the delicate topics as Jewish apostasy and republican terror-
founding-myths of countless dynasties. Many modern ism. The result is an alternative history of Spain from a
nations took shape in exiles’ dreams. Venezuela hardly perspective never before attempted.
existed even as an administrative unit of the Spanish Empire So it is a good book, even a great book, but is it right?
until Miranda went to London and Bolívar to Haiti and I see three problems with the argument.
Kingston. Most other post-colonial nationalism followed First, the concepts on which it relies are disturbingly
the pattern they established. Garibaldi, who was not even vague. Kamen never decides what he means by exile.
born in Italy, planned his revolution in Brazil. Kossuth’s Expulsees are different from refugees; conquistadores are
visit to the USA inspired his plan for Hungary. The not the same as economic migrants. It is surely exaggerated
Filipino nationalist movement was founded in Barcelona. to say that Spaniards have always accepted ‘exile as a norm
Gandhi conceived India in South Africa. Ho Chi Minh of political life’. Only a small minority of leading figures
thought of Vietnam while waiting at Parisian tables. Israel is has emerged from exile, even in the twentieth century. At
a land largely populated by ‘returnees’, who think of them- times, in a strained effort to show that ‘dispossession’ affect-
selves as the children of a millennia-old diaspora. Noraid ed everything important in Spanish identity, Kamen
got critically important funds for its struggle from Boston. includes travellers or tourists or students abroad (Velázquez
There can hardly be a community in the world whose and Victoria, who spent almost their entire lives in Spain,
identity or art or music or literature is unaffected by images make it into this dubious category), while neglecting pro-
projected from a distance. The alchemy of exile is universal, fessionals whose responsibilities took them from home –
partly because of the transmutative stimulus homesickness such as diplomats or journalists, who have also exercised
imparts to imagination, and partly because, wherever the enormous influence. When he wants to include Spaniards
stranger goes, his hosts modify his self-image. A Hakka in who stayed in Spain, he talks loosely of internal or psycho-
eighteenth-century Borneo got used to being labelled logical exile, which is not exile at all. Yet he ignores the
‘Chinese’. Slavery turned members of mutually ignorant or real phenomenon of internal exile, which makes – for
mutually hostile people into self-conscious ‘Africans’. It instance – Andalusians in Catalonia invest fiercely in
was easier for migrants from Sicily and Emilia, say, to think Spanish unity, or Galicians in Madrid more passionately
of themselves as Italian on Ellis Island than at home. separatist than fellow countrymen back home. Kamen’s
Still, some places may be more affected than others, vagueness about culture matches his vagueness about exile.
especially if they are peculiarly productive of emigrants. So He says exiles ‘defined’ Spain – but one of the mysteries,
argues Henry Kamen of Spain. No country – except per- perhaps tragedies, of Spanish history is that no one has ever
haps Russia, he concedes – has generated so many defined Spain successfully. Sometimes – especially in dis-
expulsees, refugees, and economic migrants, in proportion cussing the Sephardim – he includes expulsees’ fantasies
to the size of the population. He points to successive waves that never formed part of the mainstream. Sometimes he
that lap every century and almost every generation of includes Spanish reflections of foreigners’ perceptions.
modern history: the Jews, the Moors, the Protestants, the He casually mentions influences that forged Spain more
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effectively than exile – such as ‘radio, the motor car, the early and precipitate ‘decline’. Yet all these notions seem,
train and football’. Sometimes, he seems to make his in some measure, to have re-colonised his latest book,
exiles irrelevant – abjurers of Spain in favour of ‘universal where ‘that Spain was different’ becomes ‘the central reali-
civilization’, or celebrants of a narrowly local patria chica. ty’ of a country ‘cut off from Europe, mentally even more
Secondly, Kamen realises that to sustain his case that than physically’. Yet in as far as such a thing as a typical
Spanish history is peculiarly shaped by exile he needs a European modernity exists, Spain has had it: imperialism
comparative framework. But he excuses himself from and colonial conflicts; struggles between absolutism
providing it on practical grounds. So the reader is bound and constitutionalism, authoritarianism and democracy,
to start enumerating comparable cases. Kamen’s honesty Church and State, particularism and centralisation.
as an historian helps undermine the argument. He cor- Industrialisation and de-industrialisation, secularisation and
rectly discards exaggerated traditions about the numbers consumerism have followed in Spain, as everywhere else.
of expelled Jews and New World settlers – which makes There are always problems in organising a pioneering
the phenomenon he describes seem less significant. And work on a big and audacious theme, and there are stretch-
his claim that Spain is unusual because the human traffic es in the book where Kamen succumbs to the temptation
– so to speak – was all one-way is surely mistaken. Spain to compile a sort of prosopographical dictionary of
has been an important place of employment and educa- Spaniards abroad. But he writes so well and tells the stories
tion for other people’s exiles, especially Catholic so entertainingly that the scores of vignettes are a source of
refugees and mercenaries. That is why Spanish aristo- pleasure rather than tedium. The sketch of Mendizábal is
crats today are called O’Donnell and O’Reilly, and uni- more insightful than a biography. The pages on Melchor
versity buildings in Salamanca and Valladolid still bear de Macanaz – an eighteenth-century defender of the
the names of English and Irish ‘nobles’. Inquisition – introduce a fascinating character of whom
Thirdly, Kamen’s thesis is strongly, worryingly excep- even specialists in the period know next to nothing.
tionalist. He repeatedly endorses the view that Spain is Though these details are divine, there’s a devil in the argu-
‘different’ – a traditional claim which most historians have ment – which is, perhaps, a protracted provocation. But
now discarded and which Kamen’s own previous work has the book is essential for anyone who wants to understand
done much to exclude. No historian, indeed, has done Spain. Even if the thesis is ultimately unpersuasive, Henry
more to challenge the notions that Spain was, in the early Kamen has brought a new dimension to the subject,
modern period, intellectually isolated, economically back- which demands attention and repays reading.
ward, mired in religious dogmatism, or condemned to To order this book at £24, see LR Bookshop on page 27
L ESLIE M ITCHELL some time to come, he magnificently sets out the terms
of the debate.
Fog in Channel: The book has four sections: ‘Life and Death’, ‘Power’,
‘Religion and Culture’ and ‘War and Peace’. What might
be called old-style history is all safely tucked away in the last
Continent Cut Off of these. Here are the battles, treaties and dynastic alliances
that used to dominate the pages of the Cambridge History of
Modern Europe. Students of these topics will still be safely
T HE P URSUIT OF G LORY: E UROPE led by the hand through a century and a half of diplomatic
1648–1815 contortions, but other historical preoccupations now have
★ centre stage. No historian of the eighteenth century can
By Tim Blanning ignore the wars, and rumours of wars, which crowd these
(Allen Lane / The Penguin Press 708pp £30) years, but it may be no accident that they now come last.
In 1784, Goethe confidently asserted that ‘enlighten-
IN SOME WAYS, the medieval world finally came to an end ment marches forward with giant steps’. Blanning rather
in the eighteenth century and the modern world began. agrees, although he might prefer ‘shuffling’ to describe
People stopped burning witches and watched kettles pro- the progress. In his first section, he simply sets out to
ducing steam-power instead. Inevitably, this change in prove that being alive in 1800 was a great deal more
mood could not happen all at once. There had to be long agreeable than living a century earlier. More people could
decades of ambiguity, in which old and new influences travel and emigrate; local economies widened into
locked horns. Professor Blanning is firmly of this belief, regional and even national markets; the countryside could
styling his book ‘a dialectical encounter between a culture become an arena for leisure. There were still all kinds of
of feeling and a culture of reason’. In what will undoubt- inhibition to movement, but no one who has suffered the
edly become the standard text for grateful students for miseries of Heathrow should be too smug about this.
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Similarly, there was less plague, safer good read. Disarmingly, he even
sex, less famine, and more to spend apologises when he simply has to
on the pursuit of happiness. Not a refer to ‘an enervating series of statis-
bad prospectus. tics’, or when some consideration of
Change always creates winners and the detail of Prussia’s administrative
losers. In the eighteenth century, arrangements proves unavoidable.
betterment came largely through the When pills have to be sugared, there
state and its agencies. There was new are picaresque moments and many a
status for bureaucrats, professors of good story. Blanning’s readers will
government and the tax-collector. never forget that the Saxon Court
The state may have been seen as a thought the tossing of foxes and bad-
good thing or a bad thing, but it was gers in a blanket the most pleasant of
certainly an inevitable thing. To dig- leisure activities, or that Philip V of
nify its new powers, to dress it in Spain was thought by contempo-
acceptable colours, new concepts of raries to be ‘wasting away through
sovereignty were developed, which the excessive use he makes of the
played with words like ‘people’ and queen’. Too much leaden history is
‘nation’ in ways that excited people wr itten. Blanning shows how it
to heroism and mass terror. Such should be done.
ideas were too often written down Fox-tossing in the Saxon Court Having welcomed this book with
in a mystical Ger man. Blanning well-deserved praise, a reviewer might
expounds them in clear English, and will thereby earn perhaps be allowed one moment of doubt. Blanning’s
the gratitude of many readers. account, as with Cambridge textbooks in the past, insists
The losers are just as easily identified. The eighteenth that England is part of Europe. There is a great deal of
century was, in many ways, a terrible time for God. England in this volume, if not of its Celtic appendages.
According to Frederick the Great, Rome was inhabited by Turkey is also beyond the pale. Cambridge’s vision of
elderly Popes, who were ‘reduced to the humiliating office Europe apparently begins at Milford Haven and ends
of exercising their sacerdotal functions, and hastily making somewhere near Belgrade. It is of course possible to argue
the fortunes of their relations and bastards’. Otherwise for hours about where Europe begins and ends. Politicians
they were ignored. Long before the French Revolution, in Brussels are still divided on the issue. But is it really
the Papacy had ceased to be represented at major peace helpful to include England in a book of this kind? True,
conferences. In varying degrees, people who mattered – the English spent a great deal of their time in the eigh-
like kings and queens, government ministers and salonards teenth century fighting nations on the Continent, if mostly
– had ceased to believe. Instead, doubt became fashion- by proxy. But they were also profoundly aware of the
able. Descartes once observed that ‘to place our knowl- differences between themselves and their neighbours. By
edge on foundations which are genuinely secure, we must chance and good fortune, their assumptions about gov-
doubt all our beliefs, retaining them only if they are gen- ernment and its institutions were thought superior to
uinely secure’. Of course, there was another eighteenth anything that existed in Europe. Equally, their kings and
century, which is peopled with monks and religious aristocrats governed on different terms. They had ‘liber-
revivalism, and Blanning does more than justice to this ties’, and no one else did. The list is endless. ‘Fog in
world. He is particularly kind to monks. But the genie was Channel: Continent cut off ’ is a headline that too many
out of the bottle, and from historians prefer to forget.
now on religion and the reli- This cavil aside, however,
gious would have to argue Tim Blanning’s book is to be
rather than command. warmly welcomed. It will do
To cover a period in which much to reactivate interest in
so much changed is no mean eighteenth-century Europe.
undertaking. It would have MA Degree in Biography Its mastery of the bibliogra-
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become bogged down in Appreciate the art of biography while learning the skill in this one or
two-year taught MA. The Buckingham MA in Biography was the first
doubt about the story so far.
remorseless detail. Somehow, postgraduate programme in this field to be offered in the UK. Above all, it is sympathetic
Blanning has not only man- Course director: Jane Ridley history-writing at its best.
aged to avoid this pitfall, but Contact: jane.ridley@buckingham.ac.uk or write to her at One can hardly ask for more.
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D ONALD R AYFIELD Nobody is better qualified than Lynne Viola, who has
spent two decades doing research, to write this history.
THE KULAK TRAGEDY To call the subject ‘unknown’ is, however, perhaps going
too far: nearly every recent history of the USSR or
biography of Stalin has devoted a chapter to these ghast-
T HE U NKNOWN G ULAG : T HE L OST WORLD ly events. Nor was it really a gulag: the organisation was
OF S TALIN ’ S S PECIAL S ETTLEMENTS so improvised that it does not compare with that of the
★ State Administration of Corrective-Labour Camps,
By Lynne Viola which swallowed up so many millions of lives over the
(Oxford University Press 352pp £17.99) twenty years that followed. The best title would be ‘The
Tragedy of the Soviet Countryside’, the title given to
THIS IS THE story of a holocaust, one that involves the the Russian four-volume 2,000-page collection of docu-
brutal liquidation not of a race but of a class: the kulaks, ments published by Rosspen in Moscow between 1999
the relatively prosperous Russian peasantry of the end of and 2002, in whose publication Lynne Viola herself
the 1920s. If we compare it with the Holocaust, the played a leading role: and this book is in essence a con-
numbers of deaths and the amount of human suffering densation of that magnificent monument. Today in
are of the same horrendous order. In many ways, Stalin Russia the TV screens are showing a forty-part series
(and many other Bolsheviks, including Trotsky) loathed presenting Stalin as a brave, healthy and infallible leader,
the peasantry with the same irrational intensity with and under Putin’s regime no more monuments to his
which the Nazis hated the Jews. The persecution of the crimes are likely to be published.
kulaks, like that of the Jews, had a logic: bringing out the The history of the USSR is in part that of a war of the
worst in human nature, it welded the rest of the popula- cities against the countryside. Strangely enough, the
tion to the state in a vindictive demonisation that con- losers in this war are not as inarticulate as one might
centrated the blame for all the nation’s privations onto think. The kulak was often fully literate and, by some
one easily identifiable group. Stalin’s logic was perhaps omission of OGPU, Soviet rural post offices as late as
more persuasive than Hitler’s. While the extermination 1934 still allowed kulaks to write to relatives overseas –
of the Jews wasted and diverted badly needed labour and in Argentina, Canada, China – and let them know what
resources from the German war effort, the oppression of had happened. The survivors were rehabilitated before
the kulaks was intended to provide a pool of slave labour other victims of the terror; uniquely among victims of
that would modernise and urbanise the Soviet Union. Soviet oppression, they were sometimes allowed to
Like so much in Russia’s history, the effects of a brutal speak of their fate to historians.
policy were both tempered and worsened by its shambolic The Nazi Holocaust occupies a special position in our
execution. If the Nazis were clear on what a Jew was and history because the survivors are among us and because
how they should be dealt with, the Soviet secret police we share guilt in it: Jewish refugees were refused admit-
and their officials had little idea what a kulak was and tance to safe countries, Auschwitz was not bombed.
what use they could make of him. In theory, a kulak was Stalin’s holocausts seem at first sight to have been
a peasant who farmed successfully enough that he hired processes with which no outside force could remonstrate
labour to help his family bring in the harvest; a farmer – the West bought grain taken from starving peasants in
who earned enough to pay taxes. In practice, any peasant exchange for industrial machinery, but never thought of
whose attitude the authorities disliked, or who could be questioning the morality of such transactions.
made to fit the target set for ‘dekulakisation’ in any par- Lynne Viola is astute in her selection of voices, not just
ticular district, was liable to deportation, expropriation or from among the victims but among the perpetrators, some
execution. The deportees to the wilds of Siberia rarely of whom were horrified, others thrilled, by what they
had barracks or employment ready for their reception: were doing. I would query only one omission. She rightly
about a sixth of them, especially children and the elderly, singles out Genrikh Iagoda, the head of OGPU, as Stalin’s
died of starvation, cold or epidemics within months. The proactive (if secretly reluctant) right-hand man. But she
death toll rose from hundreds of thousands to millions in does not mention Viacheslav Menzhinsky, the real satanic
1932–33, when Stalin decided to remove from the coun- head of OGPU: Menzhinsky, by 1930 a very sick man,
tryside not just the best farmers but also their grain. The did not take much part in the day-to-day planning of
extraction of the Jews from Nazi-occupied Europe left repression, but it was his opinions which Stalin sought out
the economies of the countries that had been ‘ethnically and trusted. Even as a law student and decadent poet in
cleansed’ apparently unaffected. In Russia, however, the the 1890s and 1900s, Menzhinsky had written of the peas-
effects are only too visible: agriculture was wrecked, antry as a brake on modernity that had to be removed: the
probably for ever. Sainsbury’s in 1913 stocked Siberian liquidation of the kulaks was his lifelong dream.
butter: it is unlikely ever to do so again. To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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C HARLES A LLEN
INEVITABLY WE JUDGE the past by the present, and the image problem, which can be summed up in the phrase
more recent the past the more harshly we judge. ‘oriental despotism’. It is one that historian William
Britain’s Indian empire is a case in point. An institution Dalrymple has recently sought to address in the belief
that was wound up over half a century ago continues to that Mughal rule in India is one of the ‘most … misrep-
be an object of vituperation in many quarters, not resented periods of Indian history’. In White Mughals
because it was high on the scale of misgovernment or Dalrymple demonstrated convincingly that the Mughal
displaced better local government but because it is still impact on India was multi-layered and as much benign
remembered at first- and second-generation level as an as tyrannical, but then rather spoiled his case by quixoti-
essentially racist institution that sought to impose its cally defending the indefensibly foolish old emperor
own culture on others. It helps, of course, when an Shah Bahadur in The Last Mughal. A good time then for
empire keeps records, and in the case of the British the publication of Diana and Michael Preston’s A
empire these records are extensive, accessible and often Teardrop on the Cheek of Time, an account of the building
self-critical. They allow historians to draw conclusions of the Taj Mahal mausoleum and the two personalities
that approach objectivity and, in the case of British entombed within, and of Abraham Eraly’s The Mughal
India, to conclude that its greatest crime was not being World, a continuation of the dissection of Mughal India
beastly to the natives but economic despoliation: he began with The Mughal Throne.
Britain’s systematic dismantling of the local economy to One of the curiosities of the British in India is the
benefit its own. way in which they set out to demonise their imperial
When it comes to earlier empires, making judgements predecessors while at the same time regarding the Taj
becomes infinitely more complicated. Mughal rule in Mahal with reverential awe. ‘It is as if the building had a
India – beginning with Babur’s triumph at the killing soul,’ wrote Lady Dufferin in her journal in 1885, ‘as if
fields of Panipat in 1526 and ending with the deposition it had been created and not made ... something unreal
of the drug-befuddled Bahadur Shah II by the British in and almost sacred.’ Her remarks echo those of other vis-
1857 – lasted twice as long as British company and iting VIPs. Perhaps it had something to do with trophy-
crown rule, and its impact was correspondingly greater. hunting, for under the British the Taj quickly gained an
Four of those rulers – Akbar, Jehangir, Shah Jahan and iconic status as the supreme achievement of the
Aurabgzeb – bestrode Hindustan like colossi for one Mughals. The Prestons tell the story engagingly and
hundred and fifty-one years between them. All well, providing a lucid narrative sweep that extends from
employed court historians to laud their achievements the arrival of the first Mughal invaders to the manner in
and several dictated their own autobiographies, and yet which Lord Curzon’s obsessive determination to pre-
time and distance, to say nothing of present-day politics, serve India’s past ensured the restoration of the Taj and
continue to cloud the issue. much else besides. They bring the story up to date with
Ever since the Elizabethan merchant-traveller Ralph recent research showing that Shah Jahan clearly intended
Fitch returned from the dead with tales of the court of to build a mirror image of his wife’s mausoleum, but in
the Great Mogor at Agra, the Mughals have had an black marble, on the other side of the river. They also
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show the Taj was as much about self-glorification – one History in India today is bedevilled by political and reli-
of the besetting sins of the Mughal rulers – as it was a gious factionalism, so Eraly’s rather old-fashioned mar-
memorial to a lost loved one. tialling of fact is a welcome contribution to the ongoing
Among the several canards the Prestons lay to rest is debate over the pluses and minuses of Mughal rule. He
the old one about a British Lieutenant-Governor, Lord may not be a whizz when it comes to narrative and
Bentinck, seeking to auction off the Taj piece by pace, but Eraly’s text is comprehensive and stuffed with
marbled piece. This was a fabrication put about by his plums and surprises – such as Akbar’s habit of hurling
enemies in London, based on his attempts to sell off an from his battlements servants who nodded off or
old marble bath shipped to Calcutta some years earlier. dropped dishes.
The story is still widely believed in India today and it is Eraly’s final judgement is mixed, as it should be. In
disappointing to see it reported as fact by Eraly. The unifying much of India the Mughals set new standards of
Mughal World carries the subtitle, India’s Tainted Paradise, administration – and of revenue collection. Besides
which is a puzzle, since the book is in no way an exposé monumental architecture, the arts and crafts and regional
of the darker side of Mughal India. Indeed, the pre-pub- centres thrived under imperial patronage. The downside
lication press release carries the quite different subtitle of was that Mughal glory was built on high level corrup-
‘Life in India’s Last Golden Age’, which is a more accu- tion and economic exploitation in its harshest forms.
rate description of the book and presumably what Eraly Under the builder of the Taj Mahal, writes Eraly, ‘over a
intended before Weidenfeld & Nicolson’s editors inter- quarter of the gross national product of the empire was
vened. Whatever the case, this is a sound, stolid survey appropriated by just 655 individuals, while the bulk of
by a sound, stolid historian who has the edge on many the 120-odd million people of India lived on a dead
of his contemporaries writing about Indian history in level of poverty’.
that he is neither foreigner nor Hindu or Muslim. To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
C HRISTINE K ELLY Until the end of the Napoleonic Wars women had
been an integral part of army life. During active service
WOMEN AT THE FRONT they had followed in the baggage train, cooking, washing
and nursing, and were reasonably paid for their labours.
Most were attached – by marriage lines or more infor-
N O P LACE FOR L ADIES : T HE U NTOLD mally – to men in the regiment they followed, and their
S TORY OF WOMEN IN THE C RIMEAN WAR pay was an essential contribution to family life. But the
★ more professional army of the early nineteenth century
By Helen Rappaport made a hard life worse for these women. No attempt was
(Aurum Press 272pp £18.99) made to formalise their contribution. Marriage for the
rank and file soldier was discouraged; permission to marry
IN THE AUTUMN of 1854 Florence Nightingale, soon to had to be granted by the commanding officer. The few
be enshrined as ‘the Lady with the Lamp’, arrived with a wives allowed had to share a living space in the newly
party of nurses at the squalid hospital barracks in Scutari. built barracks with their husband’s fellows, huddling at
She was responding to the graphic accounts in The Times night behind a rough curtain at one end of the dormitory
of the sick and wounded British soldiers lying unattend- for privacy. Fresh-faced young girls were brutalised by the
ed there. The shortage of doctors and nurses meant that vulgarity and coarseness around them. Such hardship aged
even the most basic care and hygiene had been neglected them prematurely. There was a huge gulf between these
while 8,000 men, many still in their filthy uniforms, women of the regiment and the officers’ ladies.
some bloodstained from battle, suffered and died. With the outbreak of war against Russia in March
There were sights of equal, but unreported, horror in 1854, British and French troops were deployed to sup-
the hospital basements. Some 300 women, lice-ridden port the Turks besieged in forts along the Danube.
and starving, were living in the cellars in the most Seven soldiers’ wives accompanied each British regiment
wretched conditions. Many had taken to prostitution and overseas, battened down below the waterline in the
drink to survive. These were the forgotten victims of the troop ships and then straggling behind the magnificent
war, the soldiers’ wives who had been granted, by ballot, marching regiments as they landed at the Turkish ports.
the right to travel with their husbands on the strength of It was ‘tramp, tramp, tramp for woman as well as man’,
the regiment but had been abandoned in Turkey as the recalled Elizabeth Evans, one of the few army wives to
army embarked for the Crimea. Nothing reveals the have her memories recorded for her in later life. Few
breakdown in army administration and foresight so clearly memoirs exist since most wives were illiterate, but those
as the plight of these unfortunate women. that do reveal a life of extraordinary hardship. No record
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was kept of their numbers, but it is probable that only a permission to embark for the Crimea) had installed
quarter of the estimated 750 to 1,200 camp followers themselves, at great expense, in the comfortable Hôtel
survived to return to England. They died of cold, of d’Angleterre at Therapia. Most of them sat out the cam-
hunger, from typhoid and cholera and in childbirth. paign there, making no attempt to alleviate the harsh
From the start they were neglected. No tents were pro- conditions suffered by the soldiers’ wives. They were
vided for them till late May and, worse still, no warm joined by the lady tourists who came out from England
clothing until December. ‘What are they here for?’ asked in the summer of 1855 on £5 round-trip tickets – visit-
the correspondents of The Times and the Daily News, a ing the Parthenon and Constantinople en route before
question echoed by the French – were they nurses, like the climax of their adventure, watching the bombard-
their Sisters of Charity in their distinctive grey dresses and ment of Sevastopol while the regimental bands played to
white peasant caps, or cooks and sutlers like their chic can- entertain them.
tinières with their regimental uniforms? Both these groups, Of the three officers’ wives who cajoled their way on
treated with respect and consideration by the troops and board ship and arrived in the Crimea, only one, the feisty,
the military authorities, did much to ensure the smooth formidable Fanny Duberly, remained throughout the cam-
running and high morale of the French army throughout paign. With the help of a sergeant’s wife she had disguised
the subsequent campaign. But the British army wives, in herself in an old shawl and a feather boa, and slipped
their faded dresses and bat- under the officer’s scrutiny –
tered bonnets, had no such he was looking for a lady.
official role and many senior ‘Laughing heartily,’ she
officers wanted them sent records in her journal, ‘the
home, feeling they were worst was having to get up
nothing but an encumbrance. the ship’s side by myself; not
Some of the more enterpris- being “Quality” I received
ing earned their keep by no assistance.’ Fanny’s jour-
working as washerwomen for nal, which caused a sensation
the troops or as maids to the when it was published, pro-
few officers’ wives present but vides a more infor med
many, unpaid and living on account of the campaign
half-rations, were equally than the other women’s
keen to return to England. memoirs. But together they
No transport was available for portray the privations suf-
them, however, and they were fered at the front by women
shipped off to Scutari to fend of every class.
for themselves. In most histories of the
Once the Russians with- Abandoned wives at Scutari Hospital Cr imean campaign little
drew from the Danube and mention is made of the part
the army moved on to the Crimea the number of aban- that women (and ladies) played, both on the home front
doned women increased dramatically. There was so little and at the seat of war. They have been as invisible as they
room on the transports that most of them were left weep- were to contemporary military authorities. Helen
ing on the quaysides. Some few persuaded the more soft- Rappaport, in her wide-ranging and informative book,
hearted officers to let them slip on board, Elizabeth Evans gives them the recognition they deserve. She brings
amongst them. She claims never to have seen another together material from many scattered sources to provide
woman during her entire two years in the Crimea. a comprehensive and fascinating picture of the varied
The fate of most of those left behind is unknown, roles they undertook. And she shows how the presence of
although some 250 found their way to Scutari and joined the few women at the front, working both in the regi-
the other wives rotting in the cellars there. In the hospital mental hospitals and the cookhouses, brought home to
above them men lay dying in their own excrement, yet no the authorities not just the effective role they could play
attempt was made to employ these women until the arrival but the stabilising effect they had on an army far from
of Florence Nightingale. While she and her nurses started home. She cuts through the myth and soft-focus hagiog-
work in the hospital, her friend Lady Alicia Blackwood set raphy that has built up around the two most famous
up a laundry, employing all those still capable of work, and Crimean heroines, Florence Nightingale and Mary
a school for their children. Within months both the hospi- Seacole, and restores them to what they must surely have
tal and the women were transformed. been – strong, determined women who could find a
Meanwhile, just across the Bosphorus, many of the place for themselves anywhere they wanted.
accompanying officers’ wives (who were also refused To order this book at £15.19, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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C HRISTOPHER H ART knew that ‘Mount Pleasant’, near Gray’s Inn, was actually
a bitterly ironic name for a huge man-made heap of the
OFFAL & ORDURE most nauseous offal and ordure. It is now, of course,
home to the Guardian newspaper.
Nowhere was sacred. Westminster churchyard was
H UBBUB : F ILTH , N OISE AND S TENCH IN always full of offal too, local butchers blithely dumping the
E NGLAND, 1600–1770 ‘soyle and filth of their Slaughter houses and hogstyes’ on
★ the very graves of their ancestors. There were the disgust-
By Emily Cockayne ing animal-fat by-products of the tanners and soap-boilers
(Yale University Press 335pp £25) also contributing to the ‘gungy pottage’ of the city streets.
To deal with it, there were whole teams of ‘Gounge fer-
THIS BOOK INHABITS a grubby and squalid world, truf- mours’ (‘gunge farmers’) labouring to keep the streets of
fling out details that are vivid, colourful and sometimes the capital passable, taking away cartloads of ‘the most
downright nauseous. It’s a veritable feast of filth and Turpitudinous, Merdurinous, excrementall offals’.
foulness, and I loved every minute of it. Along with the more obvious sights and smells that
The chapter titles tell you immediately what to your historical imagination might well encompass, there
expect: ‘Itchy’, ‘Mouldy’, ‘Noisy’, ‘Grotty’, ‘Dirty’. was a whole range of noises that are less likely to occur
They sound like a South West Trains service. It’s not the to you. What about the ceaselessly irritating ‘ditties of
benighted line to Yeovil Junction you’re on, however, asparagus sellers’, or the even coarser cabbage sellers?
but a journey back into the past: specifically, the past of Jonathan Swift, in characteristically benevolent mood
an England where people still drank ale instead of tea for towards his fellow man, wished on one of them that ‘his
breakfast, defecated in the streets as if it were the right largest cabbage was sticking in his throat’. And then
of every freeborn Englishman to do so, and hadn’t yet there were the itinerant knife-grinders, their grindstones
dreamt of Methodism, Temperance, or the Lord’s Day emitting ‘a skreeching noise’ which makes ‘a shivering
Observance Society. In other words, the emphatically or horror in the body’. And the tinkers with their con-
pre-Victorian England of ‘Beef and Liberty’ in all its stant ‘Twancking of a brass Kettle or Frying pan’.
grimy, rumbustious, unapologetic vigour. Nor was air pollution an Industrial Revolution novelty.
Emily Cockayne does not restrict herself to London, English cities were already burning a lot of coal by this
also taking us to Stuart and Hanoverian Oxford and time, even though wood was still preferred by gentlefolk.
Bath, as well as an overgrown village of some 2,000 Add to that the smoky emanations from the furnaces and
inhabitants near the River Irwell, comprising no more forges of the maltsters, brewers and hammersmiths, plus
than a dozen streets surrounded by meadows and the vile stench of the woad balls used by dyers, and you
orchards, called Manchester. Her study also delves into have a heady and toxic mix in the heart of the city. Such
an impressive array of diaries, letters and obscure pam- activities nowadays are all tidied away onto some distant
phlets. She turns up one Edmund Harrold, a Mancunian industrial estate, or better still, China.
wig-maker who recorded his own sex life assiduously in All in all, they were colourful but not kindly times, and
his private journal, boasting one day, for instance, that he to get some sense of what they must have been like to live
‘did wife 2 tymes couch & bed in an hour an[d] ? time’. in, you could indeed go to some hell-on-earth megalopo-
Note how the spelling of ‘time’ changes in a single sen- lis in India or China today and see how it feels. Our
tence. You can almost hear Harrold declaring in blunt Health and Safety goons may be completely deranged
Lancastrian tones, ‘I’ll spell it any bloody way I please.’ with power, but back then, every potter had ‘sallow, pale
And how astute of Cockayne to point out, regarding skin due to lead poisoning’, while painters had withered
another kind of personal liberty, that ‘Pepys was not the limbs and blackened teeth, if any. You may feel a certain
sort of man to make too much of a fuss about being acci- nostalgia for the sheer street liveliness and ebullience of
dentally spat on by a lady in the theatre – providing the our past, so far removed from our own sterile and neurot-
lady was pretty’. That tells you a lot about Pepys, but also ically manicured townscapes, infested with surveillance
about Restoration London, where even the prettiest cameras and ‘community support officers’: the open
ladies still openly expectorated when they felt the urge, prison that is contemporary England. On the other hand,
and no one had the right to tell them not to. you can get some sense of what seventeenth-century
The personal liberty of every freeborn Englishman street life must have been like by trying to make your way
and woman to spit, dump and defecate meant consider- down Chandni Chowk in Delhi and breathe at the same
able misery for everyone. In the streets of London you time. Almost impossible. England’s past, as so richly
would stumble over ‘the disagreeable Objects of bleed- revealed by Emily Cockayne, is a bit like that: interesting
ing Heads, Entrails of Beasts, Offals, raw Hides, and the to visit, but you wouldn’t want to live there.
Kennels flowing with Blood and Nastiness’. I never To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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E LISABETH L UARD remember, was ever anything but true. The leopard
hasn’t changed his spots. ‘The state of English food has
What We Eat Is nothing to do with the state of a few expensive restau-
rants ... Why are whole classes of food – offal and
extremities, 90 per cent of the fish in the sea – and a
What We Are large proportion of the techniques and recipes for
preparing them rejected?’ This rejection, he points out,
applies to those who buy and cook as well as those who
P LANET C HICKEN : T HE S HAMEFUL S TORY eat. ‘The main explanation of why the British reject
OF THE B IRD ON YOUR P LATE good food is that they have neither the competence nor
★ the commitment and energy to prepare it.’ You can’t put
By Hattie Ellis it more clearly than that.
(Sceptre 320pp £14.99) Ellis’s road-to-Damascus moment came when the
scent of roast chicken reached her nostrils while she
T HE E NGLISH AT TABLE walked along the rows of supermarket birds. At the end
★ of the aisle, by way of encouragement to shoppers, a
By Digby Anderson photograph of an unnaturally brown-breasted bird ‘dis-
(The Social Affairs Unit 151pp £16.99) played in pornographic soft focus’ amid shards of
‘Kermit-green’ tarragon surrounded by ‘a moat of
AT FIRST GLANCE one might think that Hattie Ellis, uncooked lemon halves’. Most unnatural. And how
author of this frightening tale of Man’s inhumanity to come we’re all so easily fooled? Because none of us
bird, and Dr Digby Anderson, a fellow with a talent for cook, is why. Which may or may not be a hangover
setting the fox among the chickens, are unlikely barnyard from the days when, for most of the year, there wasn’t
companions. Yet both put broadly the same argument. much worth cooking.
At issue is whether we, consumers of horrible food Blame it on the climate. This is precisely Anderson’s
produced in horrible ways, are prepared to change our point – one of them, anyway. In the old days, climate
habits and pay decent money for food which tastes the dictated what we ate and how we cooked it: suet and
way it should. The case for chicken at the buy-one-get-
one-free level – ‘bogofs’ in supermarket-talk – is that
cheap meat is protein for the masses and anyone who The British Academy
argues is a toff with more money than sense. Spring Lectures
Anderson is a man for the rapier-thrust: ‘healthists’ are
dismissed for their disapproval of everything which actu- 2007
ally tastes good (butter and so forth); ‘environmentalists’
for their desire to eliminate salt cod on the spurious Br itish Academy lectures are free and open to the general public
grounds that the cod fisheries are all fished-out, thereby and ever yone is welcome. The lectures take place at 10 Carlton
depriving gourmets of their brandade de morue; and, lest House Ter race, London SW1 and beg in at 5.30pm and will be
followed by a reception at 6.30pm.
we be in any doubt of the author’s carnivore credentials,
‘animal sentimentalists’ for their opposition to the 5.30pm, Monday 23 Apr il 2007
slaughter of veal calves, depriving diners of their right to Shakespeare Lecture
the ossi buchi. Hamlet’s Two Fathers
Ellis, meanwhile, goes straight for the jugular: this is Professor David Bevington, FBA University of Chicago
what happens when poultry is reared on a diet of antibi- 5.30pm, Thursday 26 Apr il 2007
otics and mulched-up don’t ask, and spends its short life Raleigh Lecture on Histor y
squatting on a bed of – well – chicken shit. The first Byzantium and the Limits of Orthodoxy
hundred-odd pages of Planet Chicken don’t make pleas- Dame Aver il Cameron, DBE, FBA Keble College, Oxford
ant reading. Necessary – certainly. Nice – not at all. But
Further infor mation and abstracts are available at
don’t let this put you off. The story of the chicken’s www.br itac.ac.uk/events/2007
journey from junglefowl to battery hen is well and stir- Meetings Department, The Br itish Academy
ringly told: as a metaphor for what ails the whole of our Telephone: 020 7969 5246 Fax: 020 7969 5228 Email: lec-
food supply, it can scarcely be bettered. tures@br itac.ac.uk
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the boiling pot being intrinsic parts of four times as much for poultry which has
the national gastronomic habit. These been respectfully reared. The result of our
days, with central heating removing the willingness to foot the bill would be the
need for fattening foods and everything return of the roasting chicken to its previ-
under the sun available all year, we don’t ous status as an occasional treat rather
know what to do with it and can’t even than the cheapest meat on the shelf, while
tell the good stuff from the bad. Nor are the elderly laying hen which has led its
we capable, says Anderson, of discussing life in conditions that allow it to behave
food intelligently in our magazines and like a bird and not simply an orifice for
cookbooks. This has led to the national eggs can reclaim its position as the boiling
inability to recognise proper cooking in hen. As the basis for our national reper-
the way that the French do, and to our toire of excellent soups and pies, the old
vulnerability to having the wool pulled boiler is an excellent resource.
over our eyes, metaphorically speaking, In Digby Anderson’s slender volume
when shopping, eating in restaurants, or (rude but short), cartoons by Michael
cooking at home. And if we can’t rely Heath sugar the pill. In Planet Chicken
on our own taste buds we have no (long but passionate) the tension is
choice but to follow the opinions of relieved in the second act when Hattie
others who are, in the main, as ignorant Ellis switches from the bad news to the
as we. good. We are what we eat, and if what
This leads us back to Ellis’s point: that A bird in the hand we eat is rubbish – then so are we. Read
we need to understand how our food is these books in tandem. You may be
produced if we’re going to do anything to change it. And depressed or stimulated or both, but you won’t regret
once we have the information (and it’s all pretty scary), the experience.
we need to decide if we’re prepared to pay not double but To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
P R I Z E C R O S S W O R D ACROSS
1 On The Beach author in film, we hear (5)
1 2 3 4 5 6 Attila, say, needing lock for Diana? (8)
Sponsored by 7 English poet making church figurehead? (4)
6
Bloomsbury 9 Herb found in French street (3)
10 Austrian composer making plea to cross river (4)
7 8 9 10 11
12 Firearm for a follower of Falstaff (6)
13 Spirited racehorse the French make fit for farming
12 13 14
(6)
15 Capture partner almost making comeback (6)
17 Excellent prize returned to university in novel (6)
15 16 17
18 Kitty rejected ring (4)
20 No hospital drama in Japanese (3)
18 19 20 21
21 Aide’s awful notion (4)
22 Crazy person’s torment put succinctly in here (8)
23 Picture sometimes linked to finish (5)
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1 Friends given lift on horseback need flour for hearty
feast? (4-2,4)
Bloomsbury have generously decided to sponsor the prizes for this month’s cross- 2 Weighty book given to yours truly (4)
word. Five winners will be selected from the correct puzzles received by noon on 3 Hiding place for light unused herbal mixture? (5,1,6)
15 April 2007. Each will receive a copy of The Last Mughal, by William Dalrymple, 4 Peninsula’s origin of 1001 tales (6)
which recently won the Duff Cooper Prize. 5 Sailor captures southern ruler (4)
The winners of our March competition are Barbara Oakham of Cheltenham, Anthony Weston of 6 Playwright to hire Portland mixture (6,6)
Langford, Mary Flude of Leicestershire, John Jolliffe of Alnwick, and Denis Price in France.
8 Put forward mail I gathered (5)
Each will receive a copy of the The Writer’s Handbook, published by Macmillan.
11 Reclusive actress to grab gear when harassed (5,5)
Solution to the March puzzle:
14 One walking upright makes offer to take games (5)
ACROSS: 1 Bunyan, 4 Spill, 9 Romance, 10 Rumba, 11 Lucretius, 12 Rare, 13 Lucid, 16 Amos, 19
Wood nymph, 21 Miami, 22 Erudite, 23 Stage, 24 Vermin. 16 Father interrupts nap for meal (6)
DOWN: 1 Barber, 2 Number, 3 Annal, 5 Portend, 6 Limpid, 7 Beachcomber, 8 Waist, 13 Landing, 14 19 Responsibility of bishop to leave gratuity (4)
Swamp, 15 Bogart, 17 Medium, 18 Severn, 20 House. 21 Small measure in church (4)
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meant. The reality was a miasma of failure: children What next? Allawi has called for a federal solution in
were not taught in schools because their teachers had Iraq, with an entirely new structure to implement
been dismissed; animals were not inoculated on farms reconstruction and security. This may be a practical pos-
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fuel the raging insurgency as the Iraqi Sunnis’ fear of a rent disastrous state of affairs, and should be essential
Shi’a hegemony. The invasion of Iraq in 2003 destroyed reading for any world leaders thinking of effecting casual
the old Iraqi state but has failed to build anything regime change in ‘rogue’ states.
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her admirers says, that ‘Fifty years hence, there will be a Suu Kyi’s eyes. Nonetheless, she insists, ‘I feel strong
statue of her in every Burmese township’. Wintle por- attachment to the armed forces. Not only were they
trays her as stubborn and governessy (‘a sort of oriental built by my father; as a child I was cared for by soldiers.’
Mary Poppins’), inspired and driven by the rose-tinted Well, yes. But that was then, and as Wintle himself
image of the father she never knew, and charming and shows eloquently, those caring soldiers can kill widely
elegant. Determined to be a good daughter to her and irrationally because the army now is its own justifi-
demanding mother, a champion of Gandhian non-vio- cation. The Lady arouses love and devotion throughout
lence, and a devoted wife and mother, but above all a Burma and received the 1991 Nobel Peace Prize for her
disciple of her father, she refused to leave Burma to care single-minded pursuit of democratic reform despite
for her sons after the death of her husband, the years of house arrest, threats, and the torture and execu-
renowned Oxford Tibetanist Michael Aris. She was tion of her closest followers.
right to claim that SLORC, the junta, would never per- In different words to Thant Myint-U’s, Justin Wintle
mit her to return. I recall the patient agony of Michael comes to a similarly bleak conclusion: Aung San Suu
Aris as he showed me the virtual shrine to his wife in Kyi, he writes, ‘has become the perfect hostage. Her
their Oxford house. He assured me that he would always principled stand against a modern tyranny has been
support her decision to remain in Burma, despite the adroitly turned against her by her unprincipled captors.
toll it was taking on him and their sons. I was 95 per Kept in captivity, in part brought about by her own
cent convinced. intransigence, the divine songbird’s freedom has a price
Sometimes she comes over as irrational. The Burmese that no one can, or any longer dares, pay. The latest
army has perpetrated massacres many times worse than apostle of non-violence is imprisoned by her creed.’
Tiananmen and many more times, some of them before To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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the rainy season. More than 25,000 people died, 500 for of ordinary workers writing home to their families. And
each mile of the canal. De Lesseps was ruined, his son it is their views on the conditions they lived and worked
imprisoned for fraud. The French government that backed in that are at the heart of what brings this book to life.
the scheme had collapsed. As Alfred Dottin, a West Indian worker, wrote:
It would take another quarter of a century, the inter- Death was our constant companion. I shall never for-
vention of America and nearly a decade of work by the get the trainloads of dead men being carted away
US Army Corps of Engineers before the Panama Canal daily, as if they were just so much lumber. Malaria
was officially opened, making the feat comparable in scale with all its horrible meaning those days was just a
and ambition to the pyramids of Egypt. Although much household word. I saw mosquitoes, I say this without
shorter than the canal at Suez, it required three times the fear of exaggerating, by the thousands attack one
excavation and ended up costing four times as much. man. There were days that we could only work a few
The tale of the French and American efforts to build hours because of the high fever racking our bodies –
the Panama Canal has been told before, particularly by it was a living hell.
David McCullough in his 1977 epic, The Path Between Panama Fever should be required reading for anyone
the Seas. Matthew Parker retells the story with verve and interested in history and in the Panamanian govern-
clarity, bringing to it a dimension that McCullough ment’s plans for a $5.2 billion expansion scheme that
ignored in favour of the wider geopolitical narrative. includes building a third pair of locks – one at each end
Using a bottom-up approach to his research, as of the canal – to take ships that are more than twice as
opposed to McCullough’s top-down method of looking big as those that can fit through it now. Timely and
at history, Parker has written the Panama story for a new thrillingly told, it is a history with lessons for the future.
generation. He quotes extensively from letters and diaries To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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LETTER FROM FREETOWN
IT TOOK SEVERAL seconds for the I AIN K ING MEETS A times his usual earnings. It’s the
hot glass to stop showering down start of the school year, and sell-
on my scalp. Poor manufacturing B OOKSELLER IN F REETOWN ing schoolbooks to the parents of
wired up to an irregular electricity students brings in ‘a mini bonan-
supply had caused the small but disconcerting explosion. za’, he says. It is unfortunate that the beginning of the
It had been a light bulb. school year coincides with the rainy season. ‘We cover
This is Freetown, capital city of Sierra Leone. Clichés them with a plastic sheet’, explains Eric Yaruba, another
of African poverty abound: people living in squalid shacks street seller, but he acknowledges they often get wet.
made of corrugated iron, waifs scavenging through open The academic market is the backbone of the publishing
sewers, even the occasional pot-bellied child (a sight more trade here. Most titles are clearly aimed at students – New
common in rural areas, apparently). But somehow this General Mathematics for West Africa; New Practical English;
desperate poverty is not so obvious. Indeed, the streets are Junior Aptitude Tests and Exercises; although it’s intriguing to
so busy and congested it’s hard to see how the economy wonder who’ll go for the copy of Quantitative Genetics
could progress without the traffic stopping completely. which takes a central place in the display.
Also, there is too much to distract you: minibuses Nowadays this steady ear ner is under threat.
emblazoned with religious slogans, like ‘Have faith in ‘Nigerians are photocopying the books and selling
God’ and ‘God Bless Islam’; big white vehicles with straight to school principals. When a student is accepted
implausible number plates like ‘UN 007’; and the into a school, the parents are obliged to buy a full set of
Nicholas Parsons soundalike who seems to dominate all books from the principal, who takes a cut,’ moans
the radio commercials. Various hawkers offer assorted Jonathan George, who describes his age as ‘44-plus’.
products: jeans, radio aerials, basic toiletries – an abun- Several of the street sellers complain that the Nigerians
dance of colour and activity which exudes a cheap sort of photocopy on sixty-gram paper, not the sturdy eighty-
prosperity. And many sights contradict expectations: the gram they use. The photocopies are poorly bound, too,
schoolgirls have immaculate uniforms and seem as confi- and the ink rubs off. But they do serve a purpose: with
dent as girls anywhere, and the picture posters which most of the main titles now out of print, it is the only
warn of HIV and Aids seem remarkably optimistic. way to produce new copies, and, of course, they’re much
The street names smack of nineteenth-century British cheaper. The sellers know that their role as book suppliers
imperialism – ‘Waterloo Street’, ‘Wilberforce Road’, to the nation is being supplanted, but feel powerless to do
‘Victoria Park’. Others recall the names of settlers – anything about it. ‘We cannot cut prices to compete.’
Macdonald, Campbell, Smith – or their home towns: The new threat seems less worrying than the war. On
Berwick, Bathurst, and Aberdeen. On one of these the night of 6 January 1999, a rebel militia from outside
streets, ‘Boston Lightfoot Street’, near the city centre, the city rampaged through the streets, causing mayhem.
the stalls are festooned with books. Most have a decid- The street stalls were deliberately targeted and burnt
edly old design and fonts from the 1970s predominate. down, book collections and all. ‘Yes, I lost all my books,
Indeed, almost all the books have been used before. It’s and my stall – everything!’ says Donald. In the eight years
like a library with a ‘2 for 1’ policy – if you give them since, they’ve had to build up their stocks from scratch.
two books, they’ll give you one back. Alternatively, you ‘We got many books from our old customers, or people in
buy them, although trade hardly seems brisk. the countryside,’ he explains. ‘But it still took at least three
‘People don’t care about books here,’ complains 52- years to recover.’ He says he’s sold a few copies of the
year-old Donald Entin, who’s worked this patch for Peace and Reconciliation Report, which came out a cou-
more than thirty years. He explains how he set up one ple of years ago and was meant to draw a line under the
of the first stalls in 1973, just as literacy was taking hold civil war and its complicated causes, but most people who
among the general population. He built up most of his wanted to read it just bought a photocopy of the summary.
stock by trading second-hand books, only occasionally Many of the booksellers of Freetown will soon have to
from imports (‘too expensive’). The titles he offers seem find other work. Proper books will return to being a
randomly chosen, reflecting their eclectic origins. luxury for Sierra Leone’s elite while photocopies
‘Most days most of the year, I sell perhaps two books – if become the dominant printed medium. The streets will
I am lucky, three books,’ he explains. Titles generally sell lose a little colour, both from the departing sellers, who
for about 4,000–5,000 Leones (80p–£1), ‘although a top are very engaging in conversation, and because the new
title, like a Jeffrey Archer, will sell for more’. With a mark- photocopied books are invariably produced in plain
up on most sales below 50 per cent, it means he’s earning black-and-white. Just like the local light bulbs, they are
roughly the average national wage, less than a pound a day, barely capable of doing the function for which they
about the internationally accepted level of absolute pover- were produced, have a tendency to come apart in
ty. Only in August and September, when the new school Freetown’s testing conditions, and make you acutely
year begins, he can make significant sums, perhaps ten aware just how difficult it is to live here.
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CHILDREN’S BOOKS
P HILIP R EEVE IS a children’s P HILIP WOMACK MEETS now turned his attention, in
author who creates vast, absorb- Here Lies Arthur, to that most
ing worlds. His ‘Mortal Engines’ P HILIP R EEVE ... fascinating of romances. I meet
quartet takes place thousands of him in his publisher’s office – a
years in the future, where moving ‘traction’ cities traverse mild, scholarly figure in a baggy brown suit. From a com-
the wasted plains. Most recently, Larklight took us to a prehensive school in Brighton, he came to writing via
Victorian age where space travel was possible. He has illustration and alternative comedy.
‘Mortal Engines’ is often put in the sci fi section. How do get back what has been lost.
you feel about the label, do you think it’s a derogatory term? Why do you think ruins are so
Well, for a long time I avoided it, but I’ve started to attractive?
embrace it because I’m quite proud to be considered a There’s a sort of melancholy that
sci fi author as it’s so unfashionable. It’s strange that peo- appeals to me, that everything will
ple worry about boys not reading, even though the one pass away. There are lots of indus-
genre that boys are most likely to be interested in is dis- trial ruins on Dartmoor, and grow-
missed as garbage, often by the very same people. I think ing up in Brighton I was always
it’s time to stand out and be counted. I also think sci fi attracted to the wildness of it. I
should be aware of its own absurdity. mean I love Brighton, but now it
Would you be a member of the Green Storm? [The funda- just produces generations of art students emerging
mentalist ecological society in the ‘Mortal Engines’ series.] unemployable. It’s a hideous parody of itself. I like to
No! I thought it was interesting to have a bunch of destroy it in my books.
villains who believe in the same thing that most of the The Arthur story is one of the most potent British myths.
readers believe in – that mobile cities are a bad idea – Why do you think it has such resonance?
and yet they’re fascists. I’m scared of people who have a It’s archetypal. A lot of much older stories have been
lack of doubt – you see it in fundamentalist, religious absorbed into it. I think what is attractive for writers is
types, you see it in Richard Dawkins. that we don’t know anything. So little is known about
It is very frightening. that period; and it’s a story that there isn’t really an origi-
It can’t be long before the BNP start leaping on the nal of, so you can rewrite it endlessly without spoiling it.
green bandwagon, saying it’s just not environmentally There’s quite a bleak view of life in Here Lies Arthur, and
friendly to have so many immigrants coming in, using up in a way it seemed like Malory without the spiritual aspect.
electricity and that sort of thing. Just before Christmas, Well, that’s not because I particularly dislike the spiri-
actually, I heard a Labour backbencher on the radio saying tual aspect, it’s just that there’s been a lot of retellings of
that Bonfire Night should be banned because all those the chivalry-and-magic version of Arthur and a lot of
fireworks are terribly bad for the environment. It was a them are very good – like Kevin Crossley-Holland’s ver-
Pythonesquely ludicrous argument, and at the first ques- sion, which has tidied it up for this generation. I don’t
tion from the presenter he just collapsed; obviously he think we need another one yet, so that’s what prompted
comes from the Puritan wing of the Labour Party and he me to look to the other tradition, the Rosemary
just doesn’t like people having fireworks parties. He was Sutcliffe tradition of trying to write it historically.
using the environmentalist argument to get on the radio. Do you find that children respond to the bleakness of it?
What influences your style the most? I think you can be bleak in a children’s book, but it
I don’t really know, it’s been built up over the years and does end on an image of hope, and that’s the important
then you forget... I read a Raymond Chandler the other thing to do. I found I had to get something that was sort
day, and I haven’t read one since I was fourteen, and it’s of a happy ending.
very much what I’m trying to do with its poetic quality. The character of Myrddin is a spinner of stories. As you
Ballard, too, that way he has of using sci fi as a vehicle for mentioned, Malory absorbs other stories and Myrddin absorbs
surrealism. I remember reading his stories when I was them too. Robert Graves in The White Goddess calls it
younger and realising even then that he was leagues ahead iconotropism, where an invading tribe takes the stories of the
of the others, that there was something quite different old tribe and rejigs them to fit a certain doctrine.
about him. They’re on a completely different plane of Yes, it’s very much that kind of idea, like Christians
writing. And Ballard really understands the romance of adopting pagan festivals. I wouldn’t suggest that someone
the world in ruins, which has always appealed to me – actually sat down and did it for Arthur. I suppose Myrddin
I’ve always enjoyed the remnants of industrial sites and is a metaphor for what has happened to the Arthur story
things like that. When I started the Arthur book I over hundreds of years, he takes little bits of other stories
thought it would be a change, but it’s still people grub- and gathers them around the figure of Arthur.
bing about in the ruins of a superior civilisation, trying to Here Lies Arthur is quite hard-hitting.
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I hope so. With something like Larklight I did con- Larklight it’s all jolly good fun.
sciously think I wanted something for younger children I hope you continue it.
– it’s light and larky, as its name suggests – it’s meant to Yes, there will be more of those for sure, like Asterix
be a joke. Mortal Engines I thought, with its machines always having wild boar for a feast at the end of his
and explosions, is quite dark and violent, so I wanted to adventures, except in Larklight they’ll all end up having a
do something that was happy and that’s where Larklight nice cup of tea and a muffin. You know I’m amazed
comes from. I write just as I write, but I kept it a bit that, what with televisions and so on, children read at
safer and more cheerful. There is lots of adventure in all. I try to avoid didacticism. I think it’s the worst thing
Mortal Engines, but there people end up shattered and you can do in a novel – I just leave a message lying
traumatised and morally compromised, whilst in around and hope that someone might pick it up.
THERE IS A tendency for novelists ... A ND E NJOYS THREE them in every hollow, lurking in
to focus on the way that a hero is every tree. One day Andromeda
presented, rather than the hero H EROICAL C HILDREN ’ S B OOKS comes into their life ‘like smoke
himself; Achilles, they argue, blown from a distant fire’. She is
wasn’t really so much better than everyone else, he just on the run from her family who, as was the custom at
had a good PR agent. And in a way, they are right to do the time, are being forced to sacrifice her to a sea mon-
so – a hero’s ‘kleos’, or ‘glorious reputation’, was all he ster. Perseus, meanwhile, is challenged by the king of his
really had. It is fun to sling mud at heroes; but, if one island to find the Medusa and the two set off on an
has grown up enthralled by the mystique of Achilles, adventure which has more meaning than either of them
King Arthur et al, one can always return to that pristine can hope to realise. Halam is brilliant at evoking this
image, however much it has been damaged. ‘never-been’ Greece with sly anachronistic touches – the
So it is that I found myself thoroughly enjoying Philip taverna is haunted by gap-year kids; the book is littered
Reeve’s new novel, Here Lies Arthur (Scholastic 304pp with phrases like ‘Human sacrifice was Taki’s idea of an
£12.99), despite the fact that it shows King Arthur as a efficient, modern solution.’
macho, muscle-bound boor with no thought in his When Perseus sees Medusa, he achieves a sense of
blowsy head except for power. The resourceful heroine is unity with the world that is moving and convincing:
twelve-year-old Gwyna, who, when her village is razed ‘Oh Great All, it was Athini herself – It was Athini her-
to the ground, is adopted by Myrddin, King Arthur’s self, looking out from inside of me – I was Athini. I was
spin doctor. Myrddin sees the potential in Gwyna as a the monster. I had to kill the monster, so I could be
tool for his propaganda campaign: he arranges for her to Athini.’ Andromeda speaks of ‘veils upon veils’, senses
hide in a lake and give Arthur a sword, thus causing the that behind the gods there is something greater; her task
myth of the Lady of the Lake to seem real; he dresses her is to ‘open the springs’, and I will not spoil what is a
up as a boy and uses her as a spy to seed disinformation finely written and intelligent novel for teenagers by
and uphold Arthur’s ‘kleos’. But Gwyna feels constrained explaining what that means.
by her role, and, when she falls in love with a knight A more modern hero is our friend Young Bond. This,
called Peredur – who, brought up as a girl in order to Charlie Higson’s third, Double or Die (Puffin 400pp
avoid conscription, fits as uncomfortably with conven- £6.99), is not quite as good as the first two, but still a
tion as she does – aims to break free. cut above the vast majority of children’s books. A beak
There is a lot of dirt, sweat and (inexplicit) sex, and goes missing from Eton, and sends a coded message to
sometimes the ‘Celtic’ overtones can feel a little con- the school crossword club. Higson sets this adventure
trived; but there are many fine similes, and the stark, over a few short days, during which James comes under
spare nature of the prose is particularly suited to the sub- suspicion of murder, endures a car chase and a vicious
ject matter. The book also roars along like a charging crash, wins a lot of money at a casino, is poisoned by gin
cohort of Saxon soldiers, and will leave older children and – of course – saves the day (and gets the girl, in suit-
thrilling in its wake. ably chaste fashion). Higson is deft and surprising – the
Another ‘warts and all’ retelling is Snakehead by Ann only fault is the preposterously unvillainous villain,
Halam (Orion 224pp £9.99). Where Reeve eschews Charnage (good name though), whom, one feels, even
mysticism, Halam revels in it. She imagines Perseus as a the pastiest, snottiest third-former could get the better
teenager, living with his mother Danae on an island. of, let alone the glamorous and daring young Bond. The
They work in a taverna owned by a deposed king, and most terrifying person appears only towards the end –
are revered by the populace of the town as being ‘god- but escapes unharmed, thankfully leaving the option for
touched’. The ‘Supernaturals’ stalk the earth – Perseus, more wide open.
since he is the son of the greatest of them all, can see To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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A SHAMEFUL EPISODE ensured that Chaumareys was let off the hook, embar-
rassing questions were suppressed and compensation left
unpaid. The affair was blown open when two of the
M EDUSA : T HE S HIPWRECK , T HE S CANDAL , survivors, a ship’s surgeon named Henri Savigny and an
T HE M ASTERPIECE engineer named Alexandre Corréard, collaborated on a
★ sensational exposé, which became an instant bestseller.
By Jonathan Miles Corréard struck up with Théodore Géricault, an ambi-
(Jonathan Cape 352pp £17.99) tious young artist in search of a subject that would bring
him fame and fortune. Although devastated by complica-
I N The Raft of the Medusa, Géricault portrayed ‘the tions in his personal life (he had just fathered a son on his
shipwreck of France’: Jonathan Miles’s absorbing and uncle’s young wife), Géricault seized upon Corréard’s
intelligent book takes up a theme first sounded by Jules tale as the vehicle for an immense canvas which would
Michelet over a hundred and fifty years ago. This is a dramatise the climactic moment when the rescuing ship
work of art history in the broadest sense, with little to appeared on the horizon. Géricault shaved off his hair
say about the painting’s aesthetic qualities but much and for the best part of a year became a virtual recluse in
fascinating information about the complexities of its his Paris studio as he devoted himself to creating an
political hinterland. image of majestic grandeur that was both meticulously
The Medusa was the flagship of an inept expedition to accurate and profoundly imaginative, as well as an
repossess the colony of Senegal from the British, part of implicit endorsement of Corréard and Savigny’s version
a strategy through which the dismally corrupt and of events. ‘Bolstered by his researches, which had secured
mediocre post-Napoleonic an emotional depth and
regime attempted a revival integrity,’ writes Miles,
of national dignity. An Géricault ‘dared to depart
antiquated frigate, typical from the literal truth in his
of France’s depleted navy, it expression of a more pro-
set sail in 1816 under the found meaning.’
incompetent leadership of To mollify the authori-
Hugues de Chaumareys, an ties, the painting was dis-
émigré lackey of the ancien played at the Salon of 1819
régime who hadn’t com- under the title The Scene of
manded a vessel for over the Shipwreck, but the
twenty-five years. anonymity fooled nobody.
Owing to his refusal to Its overwhelming visual
follow procedures and take impact – Miles notes the
proper navigational advice, revolutionary use of the
the Medusa foundered on a close-up, not a feature of
sandbank in notor iously academic history painting
dangerous and uncharted – made it a cause célèbre, but
waters off the West African coast. The subsequent evac- the critics generally deplored its dark-toned coloration and
uation was a fiasco, and Chaumareys saved his own skin flouting of neoclassical rules. It was much more admired
by cutting the towrope which linked his lifeboat to a when it travelled to London, drawing some 50,000 visitors
makeshift raft on which 147 of the 400 crew and passen- to a gallery in Piccadilly – the English, suggests Miles,
gers had been chaotically dumped. were delighted by anything which suggested the incompe-
In appalling weather conditions, bolstered by only tence of the French.
minimal provisions and equipment, the raft drifted for The book follows the unhappy lives of Géricault and
nearly two weeks on open sea, reducing a ragbag of Corréard after the scandal of the Medusa had waned.
humanity to unimaginable extremes of barbarity and Corréard became a professional agitator and pamphleteer,
heroism. An insurrection left sixty slaughtered; others constantly on the attack against any number of targets:
drowned, went mad or committed suicide. As starvation Miles’s account makes him sound like one of those all too
set in, the survivors slaughtered the dying and resorted familiar left-wing rebels, unhinged to the point of paranoia
to cannibalism. By the time another ship of the expedi- by his hatred of officialdom and desire for revenge and rec-
tion came to the rescue, only fifteen remained alive, five ompense. He and Géricault planned another collaboration
of whom died shortly afterwards. on a painting which would illustrate the horrors of the
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African slave trade, but although some tantalising prepara- with a report of the discovery of the wreckage of the
tory drawings were made, Géricault’s declining health put Medusa in 1980 and a useful tip: if you want to see
paid to the project. He died in 1824 at the age of thirty- Géricault’s masterpiece in all its pristine glory, you will
two, a tragically disappointed man. be better off looking at the mid-nineteenth-century
Miles doesn’t quite manage to bring this evasive full-scale copy that hangs in the Museé de Picardie
genius to life, and the analysis of his painting is not very in Amiens than at the sadly deteriorated original in
sophisticated or detailed: this is a book to be read for the Louvre.
historical narrative rather than critical insights. It ends To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 27
P ATRICK O’C ONNOR work was often in progress for quite a while after each
first night. The forces of censorship, the availability or
THE RIGHT NOTES not of particular singers, and the resources of individual
theatres, all led to alterations, additions, cuts and rewrites.
For instance, Donizetti’s Maria Stuarda, based on Schiller’s
D IVAS AND S CHOLARS : P ERFORMING play, contains the famous ‘Dialogo delle due Regine’, in
I TALIAN O PERA which Mary, Queen of Scots, hurls insults at Elizabeth I,
★ culminating in the shocking phrase in which she calls her
By Philip Gossett cousin ‘Vil bastarda’. This was eventually staged in Milan
(University of Chicago Press 675pp £22.50) in 1835, as the composer had written it, but, at its
Naples premiere the year before, the opera ‘was born
S TART- UP AT THE N EW M ET: T HE under circumstances that challenged its integrity’. There
M ETROPOLITAN O PERA B ROADCASTS it was transformed into something called Buendelmonte,
1966–1976 all traces of the two queens removed.
★ When Maria Malibran showed an interest in singing
By Paul Jackson the role of Elvira in Bellini’s I puritani, the composer set
(Amadeus Press 640pp $49.95) about rearranging the whole work to accommodate her.
In the event, she backed out of the production, but there
A FEW YEARS ago I heard Philip Gossett deliver a lecture still exists, sometimes performed, the ‘Malibran’ Puritani.
on Rossini’s songs. The venue was Mandel Hall, the As Gossett writes, ‘Some scholars construct schemes in
impressive gothic forum at Chicago University. Gossett’s which every tonal choice throughout an opera is assigned
assistant, there to demonstrate how the deeper meaning.’ As he demonstrates
songs should be sung, was Cecilia in his chapter called ‘Higher and
Bartoli. With gentle good humour, Lower’, this was frequently a matter of
Gossett guided us through the compli- necessity, depending on the voices of
cated history of some of the pieces, to the singers engaged.
which Rossini had sometimes returned The depth and scope of Gossett’s
three or four times, making new set- book, on which he has been working
tings. He played examples at the piano for over twenty years, makes it one
while talking. This was musicology that will be of immense value to any-
brought to life in the most vivid way. one approaching the subject of opera
Having dealt with all the songs, Bartoli in the so-called age of belcanto.
then proceeded to wow the public with Although the minute detail of some of
a few big arias, just to end the evening. the individual music examples he
Outside it was sub-zero, but my abiding chooses may be beyond even the
memory is of the elegance of Gossett’s informed opera aficionado, he writes
use of his scholarship and enthusiasm. so clearly, and with such vigour, that
The same goes for his new book, a the arguments about transpositions,
very personal and wide-ranging study cuts, translations and interpolations
of the great nineteenth-century Italian take on something of the feel of
composers, and the problems and chal- detective work. The overture to
lenges facing those who decide to study Rossini’s William Tell, for instance,
their music beyond the available print- was never heard in Italy as the com-
ed scores. As anyone with even a slight poser intended, since ‘not a single
knowledge of opera history knows, the Anna Moffo: ‘a shocking state of disrepair’ Italian theatre during the 1830s or 40s
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had ten resident cellos’. If there is anyone in the world today who writes better
Gossett uses the work he has undertaken on several about opera singers’ voices, I haven’t read him. Jackson
operas to make individual critical editions, which seems always to be able to find the right word to sum-
describe the problems and choices facing editors, con- mon up just what the performance is like. A few exam-
ductors and singers. Rossini’s Semiramide, Verdi’s Un ples must suffice: on Richard Tucker’s entrance in Simon
vendetta in domino (which eventually became Un ballo in Boccanegra (19 January 1974), ‘The offstage serenade is
maschera), Bellini’s Norma and I puritani, are all put only slightly brushed with the blemish of age, for its line
under the microscope. His account of Riccardo Muti’s is neatly sculpted without exaggeration.’ On Shirley
attempt to offer the Viennese public an ‘authentic’ Verrett’s Cassandre in Les Troyens: ‘The voice is marked
Rigoletto is both funny and sad. If you want to know by timbral darkness that is both beautiful and evocative.
what an ‘Aria di baule’, an ‘Aria di sorbetto’ or a ‘Ranz Its haunting quality breathes an aura of other times.’ On
des vaches’ is, there is an excellent glossary of terms to Franco Corelli’s last Calaf in Turandot: ‘The voice
help one along. ‘In performing Italian opera,’ Gossett throughout its range retains its famously dark, glamorous
writes, ‘it is not enough to sing the right notes, they cast, a cur ious combination of plushy velvet and
must be sung with authority.’ resounding steel.’
Not everyone would choose to spend years of their These years saw the gradual rise of Domingo and
lives listening to tapes of old radio broadcasts. Paul Pavarotti to their superstar status, and Jackson is both
Jackson, in the third volume of his history of the benign and sensible about their considerable merits and
Metropolitan Opera’s Saturday matinées, continues his occasional lapses. When he has to take off the critical
Herculean task. Coming nearer to our own time and gloves, it is with some reticence. Considering the late
moving on from the ‘old’ Met, he now addresses the Anna Moffo’s Nedda in Pagliacci, ‘Her voice is in a
first ten years of the company at Lincoln Center. The shocking state of disrepair … a ghastly wobble infects
New Met opened in 1966 with a problem-beset world many tones … sustained notes are clipped short at the
premiere, that of Samuel Barber’s Anthony and Cleopatra. end of phrases.’
These years saw the end of Rudolf Bing’s tenure as gen- While considering the individual broadcasts, Jackson
eral manager, and also the last performances of several also takes into consideration the history of the company,
long-term favourites, who bowed out or passed away. and the careers of the artists involved on a broader scale.
Renata Tebaldi, Richard Tucker, Robert Merrill, There are many fine illustrations. Above all, there is that
Dorothy Kirsten and Franco Corelli all made their final air of affection and gratitude which is felt by so many
appearances with the company. people who tune in to these events.
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him in a 1965 article. So he holed up behind stone walls view: ‘I have devils inside that fight me … I’m not
– mansions first, and finally a castle in Alhambra, near happy unless I’m not happy … In a world where car-
Los Angeles. penters get resurrected, anything is possible.’ His only
As a neighbour and fellow rocker I was included in a sanctuary had been the recording studio – now gone for
party of sycophants invited to a soirée at his home. ever – because there he felt ‘reasonable’ and ‘comfort-
Wearing shoulder-length fright wig, blue shades, frilly able’. Had he been a good person? ‘Reasonably good. I
shirt, raucous tweed jacket and 4-inch Cuban heels, our mean I haven’t done anything...’ Silence.
host offered us midget sandwiches and a rambling lec- At dawn two days after the interview was published in
ture on pop history. When I dared to correct him he the Telegraph magazine, Spector appeared at the back door
locked us all in and went rummaging for weaponry. of his Alhambra castle with a gun in his hand and blood
‘He’s kidding,’ explained a bodyguard. on his body to inform his waiting chauffeur: ‘I think
Mick Brown, a good sleuth, has added to the Spector I killed somebody.’ Slumped in a chair in the foyer was the
library by building a scary portrait of a psychopath, dead body of Lana Clarkson, a statuesque erstwhile B-
based on extensive interviews with fellow workers and picture star. Broken teeth were scattered about. She had
civilians. Guns are waved, pointed, even pressed against been shot through the mouth. ‘She kissed the gun,’ Spector
the skulls of those who crossed Spector. Leonard Cohen later explained. And, he said, her last words were ‘Da Doo
experienced the cold steel. My own violinist, an Iwo Ron Ron’. How dare she kill herself in his castle!
Jima veteran, was threatened with death after he snick- The authorities felt otherwise and so, four years and a
ered at the drunken producer. string of celebrity lawyers later, the man who brought
Was this the result of trauma in his childhood? Spector majestic moments of grandeur to the tinsel world of pop
was a Jewish nerd with a domineering mother and a will be leaving a legacy of bloodstains and broken teeth.
father who killed himself; goyim toughs urinated on He is charged with murder. ‘Ye shall reap as ye shall
him after a performance, as a Teddy Bear, of ‘To Know sow’, said one of his discarded girl group singers. But as
Him Is To Love Him’, which was the epitaph on his Raymond Chandler wrote, ‘The law is where you buy it
father’s grave. Part of the answer is revealed in the four- in this town.’ This is a timely and well-researched piece
hour interview granted to Brown, a coup that spins this of journalism. All it needs is closure.
circular book so that we begin and end with the inter- To order this book at £15.19, see LR Bookshop on page 27
LETTERS
CATILINE CONSOLES British retaliation more or less inevitable.
Dear Sir, Yours faithfully,
After reading Peter Jones’ review, in which he mentions Russell Barratt, Tenterden, Kent
the ‘Molesworth Self-Adjusting Thank you Letter’ (LR,
March), I thought that readers may like to know that BIOLOGICAL WARFARE
model letters were prevalent in the ancient world, reaching Dear Sir,
even the highest levels: a recent anthology placed a letter Richard Overy has it quite wrong (LR, March). Churchill did
of the conspirator Catiline, in which he aims to clear his indeed plan to use biological warfare against German cities in
name, next to a model letter of consolation. Comparing the summer of 1944. He had bombers specifically fitted to
the two, Catiline’s words begin to look positively empty – drop anthrax which was to be supplied by the Americans.
just as empty as our dear Nigel Molesworth’s. This was revealed recently from the British archives.
Yours faithfully, As it turned out, the plan was abandoned because the
John Hetherington, London SW3 rapid advances the Allies made in France rendered the
plan unnecessary. So Churchill’s reason for this was not
BALANCING THE BOOKS that he feared the Germans would retaliate but rather
Dear Sir, that it was no longer required.
I must protest at Richard Overy’s review in your March As far as orders given to Allied air crews to shoot
number. There is much more that Overy should have German civilians on the ground, this is well documented
said to balance his references to the fearful suffering of by Chuck Yeager. He was a P-51 pilot flying missions
German civilians under Allied air attack. In particular, with the US 8th Air Force stationed in England. In his
he failed to mention the heavy and very destructive memoirs he specifically states that he and his fellow fight-
German bombing of British cities in 1940/41 – of er pilots had received such orders from their superiors.
which, as a boy of sixteen in Bristol, I had some direct Yours faithfully,
and terrifying experience. This, I am afraid, made Michael L Reisch, Carlisle Ma. USA
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if it were a pointer to his whole life and mind. of the usual ‘must haves’, ‘could haves’ and ‘probablys’ that
The idea is ingenious, and not without merit. But in always litter every page of every Shakespeare biography. A
some ways it serves to deepen rather than dispel the slight tweeness of tone betrays a forgivable affection for the
mystery that is the man, for the more one learns of the subject: no doubt Weis’s total familiarity with every inch
recusancy of so many of his neighbours, and the danger of the poet’s home town has engendered a feeling of
of the ‘cold’ religious war that beset England in his for- familiarity with Shakespeare’s ghost that few others share.
mative years, the more surprising is the realisation that Interestingly, Nuttall took some of the same walks in
his work simply ignores the fact of the Reformation and Stratford and its neighbourhood as Weis, and had some of
the subsequent religious strife altogether. the same sensations of closeness: he remembers seeing a
Weis gives an extremely detailed picture of the setting of line of hills in the dusk which Shakespeare certainly saw,
Shakespeare’s life, and a judicious one; there is no falling for offering one of the definites in a sea of possibilities about
the more speculative romances that have Shakespeare hiding him. It is a striking thought that as the philosopher of pos-
with fellow Catholics in Lancashire in fear for his life, or sibility, what we know of Shakespeare the individual is
being part of an alleged Arden plot to murder the Queen. It itself a congeries of possibility and no more.
is no criticism to say that, even so, the result is no diminution To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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astonishing, chimerical creatures; the fact that they were novelists deal in. The best we can do with real life is to try
once children, then young people, perhaps took other to get down what we can before it disappears for ever.
lovers, is quite extraordinary. After death, their lives are John Lanchester tells us how he did not feel liberated as a
hidden under censored memories and the few scraps of writer until his father died. But his most movingly
paper they leave behind. Real life is curiously resistant to expressed debt is to his mother: ‘More than anything else
the techniques of fiction: it has to be either heightened or what made me a writer was the way she left me reaching
subdued. The most important thing in someone’s life may for the one thing I could never quite have, even when she
be experienced alone and in a few moments of time; it was alive, and which I now can never have: her attention.’
may never be known to others. These moments are what To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 27
HERO OF THE HERNIA enabled him not only to refine his own operations but to
develop new ones – he particularly excelled in vascular
surgery and the repair of hernias. He also made several last-
DIGGING UP THE DEAD: THE LIFE AND TIMES OF ing contributions to anatomical knowledge, and a few
ASTLEY COOPER, AN EXTRAORDINARY SURGEON parts of the body are still named after him.
★ A passionate radical in his youth, Cooper spent his
By Druin Burch honeymoon in revolutionary Paris, but later became a
(Chatto & Windus 278pp £20) staunch upholder of the status quo. He was to be richly
rewarded for his apostasy. A charismatic lecturer and
SURGERY TODAY MAY not always be safe, but it is no popular surgeon, he served twice as the President of the
longer the bloody, insanitary and excruciating business it Royal College of Surgeons and was also sergeant surgeon
was two hundred years ago. Before the coming of anaes- to George IV, William IV, and the young Victoria. He
thesia and aseptic techniques, an operation often earned enormous sums, received many honours at home
amounted to a death sentence on the patient. Complex and abroad, and after his death in 1841 a medical journal
internal operations were unimaginable in such unsani- commented: ‘we think it indisputable that no surgeon, in
tary circumstances, and even the technically simpler this or any other country, ever realised such a fortune, or
forms of surgery could often be fatal because of shock acquired such widespread fame, as Sir Astley Cooper’.
and blood-loss. If the patient survived the operation, he Druin Burch has written a detailed and deeply felt
was often killed by a post-operative infection. biography of this colourful figure. A medical man him-
In the eighteenth century surgery was anything but a self, Burch concentrates on Cooper’s surgical exploits
learned profession – one could not even rely on a sur- and innovations. Operations are described with a gusto
geon’s knowledge of human anatomy. Although all that might trouble squeamish readers, and the rivalries
aspiring surgeons received some anatomical training, the and machinations of surgeons are recounted at length.
teaching was superficial, and often hampered by a scarci- Burch is rather less successful, however, in integrating his
ty of cadavers for dissection. And learning on the job own medical experiences with his biographical narrative.
was hardly practicable – one couldn’t take one’s time to The book begins with his own first glimpse of a dead
explore the innards of an unanaesthetised patient, and man, and the reader is periodically regaled with reminis-
the best surgeons prided themselves on the speed with cences of his life as a medical student and young doctor.
which they finished their operations. Dismissed by These passages are probably meant to be reflective, but
physicians as vulgar craftsmen and inhibited by the con- they are in fact quite pallid and pretentious.
ditions under which they had to operate, surgeons Although Burch confesses to being ‘lingeringly fond’ of
would have been astounded to see how their profession Cooper, his book is not the kind of rhapsodic tribute that
has been transformed over the subsequent centuries. doctor-historians often churn out about their professional
Of course, not all surgeons were ignorant or intellectually heroes. Burch brings out Cooper’s talents and his heroic
unambitious. One of the exceptions is the subject of this qualities but does not whitewash his many failures and fail-
book. The name of Astley Cooper (1768–1841) may not ings. He calls him a ‘vain, egotistical, nepotistic and rather
be familiar today, but he was a leading surgeon of the time wonderful old man’ and his book presents him as a whole,
and constantly eager to improve the scientific foundations warts and all. More importantly, Burch never views
of his craft. Trained in part by the celebrated John Hunter, Cooper in isolation from his age. Digging Up the Dead is
Cooper was a passionate dissector and began every day by not simply the biography of a great surgeon, but a brilliant
cutting into the corpse of pretty much any creature that he portrait of surgical life before the coming of anaesthesia,
could find. Because of legal and religious restrictions, indi- antisepsis, antibiotics, and professional regulations.
vidual surgeons could obtain human bodies only through To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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boss and fellow Scot, the Secret Intelligence Service chief the German Enigma machine, and played a key role in
Sir Stewart Menzies. ‘His management skills’, admits his promoting full co-operation with the Americans against
son frankly, ‘were not up to his cryptanalytical abilities.’ some fairly high-placed opposition. It’s clear from all the
On the plus side, however, ‘AGD’ recruited wisely and evidence, and not just his son’s wishes, that the Bletchley
creatively before the war to find brilliant cryptanalysts Park that emerged from the war with such glory was built
such as Alan Turing and Gordon Welchman, crucially on the firm foundations laid by Alastair Denniston.
acquired vital information from Polish cryptanalysts about Not bad, in the end, for someone with no side.
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Bomber Command, so polite and sen- inflict on humanity the horrors first of
sitive-seeming (as Martha Gellhorn saw Warsaw, Coventry and Belgrade, then
them when she did her heart-melting later Hamburg (recently re-examined
piece for Collier’s Magazine in 1943), in a skilfully-narrated account by
who took off in their Stirlings and Keith Lowe), and Dresden.
Halifaxes and Lancasters to brave the However, his book is more social
night-fighters and the flak over than military history, and none the
Germany, killed hundreds of thousands worse for that. Its blessed lack of ana-
of enemy civilians. lytic flab and strategic mumbo-jumbo
Drawing in many cases on inter- is Bomber Boys’ strength. Bishop skil-
views with veterans, Bishop paints a The boys: lives in the air fully portrays that particular time and
frank and unsentimental picture of that group of human beings and that
their lives, in the air and on the ground. Neither does he particular tragic situation. Above all, he reveals how
flinch from describing what happened to ordinary humanity stubbornly survives even within inhumanity.
Germans after the boys dropped their bombs, though this The telling details are all here. The damp Nissen huts
is not the main theme of his book. His aim is to show on the flatlands of East Anglia, with their lumpy beds and
who these young flyers were, how they felt about the risks smoky stoves, where the boys slept and passed the time
they took and the towns they bombed, how they lived and between missions – and from where the kitbags and cases
– sadly – how their young lives ended. of belongings would disappear when their owners failed
More than 55,000 bomber aircrew died, 44 per cent to come back. Here too are the snatched pleasures of vil-
of all those who served. Bomber Command suffered the lage pubs and dances, the girls who soon realised that
worst attrition rate of all except the navy’s submarine their beaux could be canoodling and joking one
branch. The tubes sliding under the sea and the tubes moment, then just hours later incinerated in a burning
flying through the sky became in near-equal measure plane, 15,000 feet above Germany. Here are those who
metal mausoleums of youth. somehow survived against the odds – to grant us their
Bishop narrates with the combination of cool curiosity recollections. None gloats over the destruction they
and warm engagement common to the best foreign corre- wrought. Few, however, regret it or judge it all in vain.
spondents (a category to which, of course, he belongs). He May Patrick Bishop’s moving, sensitively written
gives a brisk summary of how the bomber weapon was book gain many readers. May Herr Jörg Friedrich be
developed, before and during the war, and of the escalation among them.
in the compulsive technology of destruction that would To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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but when it came to the fate of the relatives who had Belzec death camp. But such specific experiences will
remained there he would only say ‘the Nazis killed always escape the historian, and there are matters of
them’. The teenage Daniel wanted to know more and decency as well as professional humility that need to be
started contacting aged relatives for information. In his considered before even attempting to recapture them.
mid twenties he became more interested in his Jewish More pressing, perhaps, in a book of over 500 pages, is
identity and devoted time both to learning Hebrew and the question of the subject. What should be centre stage:
travelling in search of his lost family. After a decade of the seeker or the sought? Is Mendelsohn’s journey of self-
enquiries he knew about almost all of them except discovery as important or as interesting as the fate of an
Shmiel Jäger (his grandfather’s brother) and his family, historic community? This genre began with Theo
who had stayed in Bolechow, in Poland. Richmond’s Konin, published in 1996, but in Richmond’s
The death of Mendelsohn’s grandfather led to an case the author played second fiddle to the community
accretion of sources that provoked as many questions as that was being rescued from oblivion. The Lost is like
they answered. Daniel inherited the Yizkor Book of the Konin crossed with Leon Wieseltier’s Kaddish, a rambling
Bolechow Jews, a memorial volume assembled by sur- meditation on Jewish mourning rites that strings rabbinic
vivors after the war to commemorate the destroyed com- disquisitions along a personal journey of identity. Like
munity. He also obtained letters from Shmiel pleading for Wieseltier, whose family also hailed from Bolechow,
help to get his family away from the ‘hell’ of Poland. Mendelsohn interweaves his narrative with rabbinic exe-
Why had the American branch not helped? He began to gesis, but the effect is to pile distraction onto digression.
interview survivors in the States, many of whom he had Perhaps in order to evoke the haphazard process of dis-
known for years without realising their crucial status as covery Mendelsohn employs a prolix, meandering style in
witnesses. Often by the time he discovered that someone which data appear sporadically, in bits and pieces. The
could help him it was too late: they had died. He travels result is unfortunately confusing. Too often he gets in the
to Poland, where he visits Auschwitz-Birkenau, and L’viv way of his story, for example when exploring his relation-
in Ukraine. Finally, he reaches Bolechow. ship with his brother. Nor does it help when he moans
In the town, now called Bolekhiv, he meets old people about the rigours of research and such hardships as flying
who vaguely remember Shmiel and his family. In the business class to Australia. The travails experienced by the
Jewish cemetery he locates headstones of the Jäger family. relatives of Holocause victims coming to grips with histo-
But his search to find out how they died gives way to a ry are not without interest, but they pale by comparison
preoccupation with how they lived and what sort of peo- with the memories of those who were there.
ple they were. Only other Jews, survivors, can shed light To order this book at £20, see LR Bookshop on page 27
on this. The subsequent trawl through the diaspora of
surviving Bolechow Jews takes him to Australia, Israel,
Sweden and Denmark. He encounters remarkable people
and thanks to their memories he pieces together the char-
acter of Shmiel, his wife Ester, and their four daughters. The Society of
He also discovers that one girl, who was hidden with her
father by Poles, was pregnant at the time they were dis-
covered and shot. Who was the father? Was it the Pole
Authors
who helped conceal them?
In the dramatic last stages of his quest, which produce Grants for Authors
the best writing in the book, Mendelsohn retraces his The Society is offering grants to published
steps to Bolechow and chances on some locals who
authors who need funding to assist in the
knew about the Jewish fugitives, the courageous Polish
writing of their next book.
schoolteacher who hid them, and the gentile friend who
Writers of fiction, non-fiction and
brought them food. He is even led to the tiny cellar in
poetry may apply.
which his relatives were hidden and, most poignantly,
The grants are provided by The Authors’
the place where they were murdered. At this point the
Foundation
pursuit seems to be over. But is it?
and the K. Blundell Trust.
Mendelsohn now confronts the dilemma of all histori-
ans, which is that the nearer you get to your subject the
more it recedes. In some dubious passages he reconstructs Closing date 30 April 2007.
from the available evidence, that is to say he imagines,
what happened to hundreds of Jews, including members For full details write with SAE to:
of Shmiel’s family, murdered in a community hall in Awards Secretary, The Society of Authors,
October 1941 or jammed into cattle cars taking them to 84 Drayton Gardens, London SW10 9SB.
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conventional opinion in agreeing that Bellow’s ‘noon- consciousness.’ The novel set Bellow on the path he
time stretches from the early 1950s (Augie March) to the would follow, one which led to novels in which the dis-
late 1970s (Humboldt’s Gift)’, his analysis of these early cursive essayistic passages dominate and eventually come
novels actually brings this into question. He finds the first close to obliterating the true fictional elements.
two spare and well shaped; Augie March, which begins so All these essays throw up interesting questions; all are
brilliantly, overblown and rhetorical, like – I would say – enjoyable to read. Coetzee’s great merit is that he is an
the later novels hailed as masterpieces. Augie March, he expository critic, one who makes you want to turn away
observes, was admired because ‘above all, it seemed to say and read the books he is discussing, whether for the first
a great “Yes!” to America. Now, in retrospect that “Yes!” time or not.
can be seen to have come at a price: the price of critical To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 27
T HOMAS H ODGKINSON The Greek Atomists held that objects emit ghostly holo-
grams of themselves, called ‘eidola’, which we catch in our
NOW LOOK HERE eyes. An absurd conjecture, according to Plato. What could
be more obvious than that our eyes themselves send out a
visual ray, which hits an object, before returning to us with
T HE E YE : A N ATURAL H ISTORY information about it? This kind of theory, which became
★ known as ‘extramission’, retained its popularity for a
By Simon Ings remarkably long time – until the former governor of Basra,
(Bloomsbury 336pp £17.99) placed under house arrest by the psychotic Caliph in the
eleventh century AD, decided to make the most of his
IN 1990 A former prostitute named Fatou Sarre was tried in twelve-year incarceration by conducting a series of experi-
Alsace for the murder of her mother-in-law. Why, the pros- ments into the properties of light. The resulting Kitab al
ecutor wanted to know, had Fatou, after bludgeoning Odile Manazir (Book of Optics) by Ibn al-Haythem made use of
Gayean to death with a hammer, proceeded to gouge out the camera obscura, set out the laws of refraction, and
her eyeballs? Fatou’s reply was simple but surprising: she had showed that its author realised, as many of his predecessors
been afraid that the dead woman’s retinas would preserve an had failed to do, that the business of seeing takes place
image of her in the act of murder. The curious thing – inside the eyeball, as opposed to on its surface. It remained
okay, one of the curious things – was that the origin of this the authoritative work on the subject for centuries.
belief wasn’t traced to Fatou’s childhood in Senegal, but to It must be said that, as this scientific strand of Ings’s book
a Bollywood film she had happened to see, which itself had approached the modern era, I found it increasingly hard to
borrowed the notion from nineteenth- and early twentieth- follow; and conversely, in his Darwinian account of how
century European fiction (by, among others, Jules Verne). the eye evolved, it was the early stuff that left me feeling
These novelists had been inspired in their turn by the bewildered. Apparently it all goes back to an unexpected
work of distinguished scientists, serious truth-seekers, most dimple. (Dimples resulted in the type of compound eyes
notably Professor Wilhelm Kühne of the University of you find on insects.) I blame myself, not Ings, for these
Heidelberg, who devoted years of his life to exploring difficulties. His prose style is excellent – remarkably lack-
whether ‘optograms’ might prove useful in crime investi- ing in self-indulgence for a novelist – and he covers an
gations. Police hunting for Jack the Ripper actually took astonishing amount of ground in his 336 pages. If you
such pictures, photographing the victims’ retinas through want to know the reason for tears, how to tell if someone
the aperture of their pupils. Would they reveal an image of fancies you, and why the grass does, in fact, appear green-
‘Eddy’, the Prince of Wales’s son, as some suspected? Alas, er on the other side of the fence, all the answers are con-
not. The trouble was, first, that the area of focus in the tained inside the covers of this book. I’m still not clear on
human eye is very small. Only about one degree of what why the moon looks white, despite the fact that its dust is
we see, at any given moment, is sharply defined. Secondly, grey-black. There is no discussion, as I might have hoped
the retina doesn’t act like photographic paper, fixing an for, of how the infestation of CCTV cameras in our coun-
image; the impression changes constantly, and isn’t frozen, try fits into the zoologist Michael Chance’s theory of the
as it would have to be, at the moment of death. role of the eye in society. And I would have liked more on
The struggles of Kühne and his followers – described the part played by visual stimuli in the development of the
here by Simon Ings with the clarity and concision that brain (as a man with a lazy left eye, I have long suspected
make his book a pleasure to read – illustrate how far we that my brain is in some way defective as a consequence).
still had to go, a hundred years back, towards a compre- But I can see – if I use my right eye – that it’s churlish to
hensive understanding of how the eye works. That said, complain about the odd lack, when so much has been
we had already come a long way. It wasn’t until relatively provided, and in such a comparatively small space.
recently that anyone realised light played a part. Incidentally, there is one documented case of optograms
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being used to secure a successful conviction. In 1925 Fritz of the dead gardener’s retinas, which showed the accused
Angerstein, a resident of Limberg in Germany, was with the murder weapon raised in his clenched fist. At
charged with hacking to death eight members of his this, Mr Angerstein threw in the towel, and confessed.
household with the aid of a small hatchet. The police The aforementioned optograms were never produced.
announced to the courtroom that they had photographs To order this book at £14.39, see LR Bookshop on page 27
THE LAST LIVE wrestling match I DAN J ONES WRESTLES WITH best sustained piece of writing
saw was at the Cambridge Corn in the book.
Exchange in 2002. The highlight T WO B OOKS ON F IGHTING Trower comes to see wrestling
was a ‘Fatties Match’, in which as a primal test of male virility,
three men with a combined weight of nearly 100 stone which in its modern guise is ‘descended from a form of
cavorted around the creaking ring. They were wearing human rutting’. He laments the loss of its biological
leotards and tiny pairs of underpants, and performed function, even more so now that television has turned his
numerous unlikely somersaults that did none of them beloved sport into a ‘laughing stock’. The passages of
much physical damage, but made a thunderous noise. cod-anthropology in which he develops this theory at
According to the chronology of Marcus Trower’s new times bog down the action. Perhaps Trower would have
book, The Last Wrestlers (Ebury 387pp £10.99), while I been better off delving into the devil’s lair, and exploring
was watching obese men tickle each other, he was in why it is that tens of thousands of American rednecks
Nigeria, tracking down proper fighters. Trower regards have such a lust for watching steroid abusers slap each
modern Western wrestlers (from men like Big Daddy and other. Then again, maybe that sort of thing is best left to
Giant Haystacks, to the stars of the American WWE professional wonk-chasers like Louis Theroux.
shows aired on Sky Sports) as frauds and freaks. As the Either way, after last year’s glut of footballers’ ‘autobiogra-
subtitle - ‘A Far-Flung Journey in phies’, it is splendid to read such an
Search of a Manly Art’ – makes accomplished book about sport.
clear, his book is an exploration of Trower is clearly in thrall to his sub-
those corners of the world where ject, and determined that the world
wrestling is still considered manly. at large must learn about it. The
First stop is India, where Trower writing is fresh, free from cliché, and
goes looking for a mystical, spiritual passionate. This is a genuinely excit-
dimension to wrestling. What actu- ing and entertaining book, and if it
ally happens is that he gets diarrhoea, doesn’t win Trower a sports-writing
learns about a man who wrestled a gong of some sort, then I’ll change
tiger, and discovers that the best my byline to Big Daddy.
wrestlers have small penises. Some of In the epilogue to his book,
them claim to have shrunk their Trower admits a lifelong dislike of
penises so much (through the strict Mongolian wrestlers: punch drunk punching people in the face. That’s
celibacy necessary to training) that not a problem shared by the former
they ejaculate through their feet. journeyman boxer Wayne McLennan, whose second
Next up is Mongolia. Apparently in Mongolia wrestlers book, Tent Boxing (Granta 256pp £11.99), is a colourful
have some of the status and many of the airs and graces of jaunt around small-town Australian fairgrounds. He lives
English Premiership footballers. As in India, not a lot of with a ragtag troupe of Maoris and Aborigines, who
wrestling takes place, but there’s a great deal of vodka and travel the country fighting local hard-knocks for cash. At
fermented mare’s milk drunk. Trower also discovers that least, that is what’s supposed to happen, but all most of
one great wrestling monk of Mongolian folklore was said them seem to do is drink tins of lager and complain.
to have been capable of lifting up a camel. In Nigeria, Unlike wrestling, boxing has a long and noble litera-
Trower’s third destination, he learns that not so long ago, ture, rich in accounts of classic fights. So it’s a shame that
it was possible to marry the girl of your choice simply by McLennan breezes past several match-ups that sound
beating her brother in a wrestling match. genuinely enthralling, in particular one where the best
Finally, as the road-trip draws to an end, Trower sees drunken black tent fighter is paired with a giant neo-
some proper action. He ventures to Brazil and observes Nazi hick. Hazlitt would have had a field day with it.
the rivalries between the mixed-martial-art gyms in Rio McLennan has clearly found another exciting subject
de Janeiro. It’s a story with an interesting coda: back in – a journey into the unknown history of a mainstream
England, two rival Brazilian combatants fall out and sport – but there’s too much of the dusty scenery, and
stage a bloody, half-hour fight on the end of Portsmouth not enough of the unapologetic face-punching. Shame.
pier. The fight is the crowning set-piece and by far the To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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emphasises in his Holocaust writing as well, when he says no longer turn his gaze outward. In ‘The Molecule’s
that the whole story can never be told, because those Defiance’, a batch of paint spoils and forms a disgusting,
who knew it all died. In ‘Iron’ in The Periodic Table, for glutinous mass – as sometimes happens, the chemist-narra-
instance, and here, in ‘The Girl in the Book’, he shows tor tells us, for no reason: a symbol of the victory of ‘con-
that this is true not only of extreme experience, but of fusion over order, and of unseemly death over life’. And
everyone’s: all that is left of any of us is words. finally, in the title story, a ‘tranquil’ star explodes, and in ten
That leaves the four darkest stories of all, which are also hours is reduced to vapour. Again the reason is mysterious.
the best, and the most inimitably Primo Levi. At the heart ‘Maybe,’ the story says, like the spoiled paint ‘it contained
of each lies a horror. The eeriest is ‘One Night’: a train in its heart an imbalance or an infection, as happens to
moves though a cold and empty landscape, until it meets a some of us’. In any case, those who had pondered the value
fate I will not describe. Here the danger comes from the of the stars are left without an answer. ‘That was the answer,’
outside, at least on the surface. In the other three stories the the story concludes. That is the message of Primo Levi’s
horror is inner. In ‘The Magic Paint’, an experiment goes darkest tales. The answer is nothing. Not even words.
horribly wrong when a man afflicted with an evil eye can To order this book at £16, see LR Bookshop on page 27
BRIGHT BEGINNINGS He calls himself A Writer, though his writings have never
made it into print, and he teaches creative writing to oth-
ers, part-time. He does have some excuses for his emo-
S OUTH OF THE R IVER tional incompetence, among them the fact that his only
★ male role model, Uncle Jack – see above – violently
By Blake Morrison ‘blooded’ him at a meet when he was twelve.
(Chatto & Windus 528pp £17.99) Nat does have a certain charm, or he wouldn’t still be
friends with Harry – a bright, black ex-pupil of Nat’s
THE COMMON FOX may only have a walk-on part in now working as a reporter on a South London paper,
Blake Morrison’s new novel, but it does walk on rather much to Nat’s derision. Harry spends the first morning
often. The urban, the rural, the fictional, the mythical of Blair’s Britain interviewing a working-class dad who
and the terrifying – the fox in all its different guises is is convinced an oversized fox attacked his sleeping tod-
the sniffing, menacing leitmotif of this fictional explo- dler in the garden. Harry fails to believe him, and then
ration of the social impact of the Blair years. is haunted by guilt. Guilt is a big thing with Harry – his
The action of South of the River actually takes place south guilt about a son he fathered as a teenager has, Morrison
of two rivers: the Thames, of course, in that area to be would like us to believe, kept him out of any sexual or
transformed by a dome, a railway and shedloads of city romantic entanglement for sixteen years. Yes, well.
cash; and the sleepier Waveney, on the Suffolk/Norfolk Each chapter is presented from a different character’s
border, where the deep-set traditions of country life are point of view, and Morrison’s authorial command is
suddenly under threat. The five main characters are all of stronger in some than others. He is generally happier in
varying gender, colour and class, but they are connected by the male skin – the nice old codger Jack and feckless Nat
both the social web and their regular brushes with a fox. are entirely convincing. With the weedy Anthea, though,
In the opening paragraph, set in the early light of that he comes rather unstuck. Anthea is a past pupil of Nat’s,
new dawn that was 2 May 1997, Libby – bright, good- an aspiring writer currently working as a local council
looking advertising executive, married to a layabout – Tree Officer (Assistant Grade). ‘“Don’t laugh,” Anthea said
watches an overgrown male fox wander proprietorially to people when they asked her what she did.’ The reader is
through her South London garden as she ponders the given a fraction too much detail about local council
domestic chaos and professional challenges of the day organisation for any danger of that. But her literary output
before her. The election is of little interest to her – it is is much more comedic. She sends her ‘Book of Foxes’
just ‘a boy thing, like football’. Nonetheless, during the (‘But vixen felt lonely. The rocks wouldn’t eat with her.
next five Blair years, her life is set to change. The wind wouldn’t sleep with her. The moon was cold
From his agricultural business in Suffolk, sixty-year-old and distant.’) to her old tutor Nat. The old fraud first falls
Jack views the newly red Britain with gloom. He has just for her literary prowess and then into bed with her.
lost an important contract, his wife keeps calling up to Blake Morrison has restricted his story to the first five
moan and these New Labour upstarts are talking about years of the New Labour administration; if his characters are
banning the one joy of his life – being Master of the local his review of that time, it is a positive one. They live
Fox Hounds. If only he had a son to hand over the busi- through upheavals, they change direction, they face fear.
ness to, he could retire. But his only male descendant is But no impending disasters – Nat drunk and unready for his
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first public lecture, Jack’s business crisis, Nat and Anthea’s There were once days before wars and honours scandals,
affair – turn out to be as bad as all that. By the end, every- and South of the River is an entertaining reminder of them.
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M ATT T HORNE with marble end papers, fish paintings and several differ-
ent-coloured inks, was enormously admired by some.
A SHOT OF ANXIETY This new book has little in common with its predecessor,
as if Flanagan has made a deliberate attempt to follow his
historical novel with something as contemporary as possi-
T HE U NKNOWN T ERRORIST ble. Several of his characters, however, such as the frus-
★ trated news-anchor Richard Cody (who believes that the
By Richard Flanagan Nazi swastika was ‘great branding’), his wife (who mouths
(Atlantic Books 336pp £14.99) the words to TV advertisements as she watches them in
bed), and Jerry Mendes, his jargon-loving boss, seem like
JOHN UPDIKE DECLARED in a recent interview that while characters better suited to a 1980s media satire than a
he was working on his last novel, Terrorist, his greatest fear twenty-first-century one.
was that someone might use the title before him. Surely This may be deliberate. Flanagan seems to be suggesting
there were dozens of authors, he argued, who’d want to that his characters aren’t capable of coping with the way
write a book with this title in the present climate. Well, the world has changed after 9/11, especially when terror-
there was at least one: Richard Flanagan, author of Gould’s ism comes to Australia. His characters make pompous
Book of Fish, whose new novel The Unknown Terrorist takes speeches about the security of their country and the glob-
Updike’s cherished title and gives it an extra shot of anxiety. al political situation, but realise even mid-rant that they
The ‘unknown terrorist’ of the title is Gina Davies, a don’t know what they’re talking about. These scenes are
26-year-old pole dancer at the Chairman’s Lounge club well observed, revealing how the media world struggles to
in Sydney who likes to pretend she’s twenty-two. It’s comprehend the actions of those who don’t share their
always worrying when a male author inhabits the char- essentially liberal (but consumerist) values.
acter of a bisexual female stripper, but Flanagan’s cre- At the centre of Flanagan’s novel is a one-night stand
ation is more than mere fantasy: her casual racism and between his pole dancer and Tariq the suspected terror-
obsessive consumerism are well-observed character traits ist. The two snort cocaine from each other’s bodies, and
and they make her feel real. enjoy graphically rendered sex. Later she sees herself
Flanagan was hugely successful in Australia with his sec- with Tariq on the news described as the female accom-
ond novel, The Sound of One Hand Clapping, and his next plice of a man believed to have attempted to bomb the
book, Gould’s Book of Fish, a beautifully produced volume Homebush Olympic stadium. The news reporter who,
days before, was paying her to allow him to conduct
gynaecological observations sets out to ruin her.
Flanagan enjoys reducing everything to financial trans-
actions. ‘Focus on the money,’ Gina tells herself, and it’s
advice Flanagan follows throughout. Gina strips for a
man named Frank Moretti who fills his house with
weapons and artefacts from famous atrocities. He makes
her strip to Chopin’s Nocturne in F Minor, in a scene
intended to emphasise that a man who pays a woman to
strip to classical music is no more sophisticated than
those who brave the repetitive R&B of the pole-dancing
club, except that for the woman dancing the classical
music can underline the wretchedness of the act: it’s one
of many attempts to inject poignancy into the deliber-
ately, relentlessly sordid narrative.
The Unknown Terrorist is too flippant and Flanagan’s
targets are too broad for the novel to be completely suc-
cessful in dissecting the anxieties of the present age, but
it’s never less than a ballsy, enjoyable read. Flanagan ends
by claiming that he owes his plot to Heinrich Böll’s
1974 novel The Lost Honour of Katharina Blum (he also
argues that it owes nothing to Paul Cox’s 1983 film Man
of Flowers, presumably a bigger concern in Australia than
it is here), but it’s really more like Showgirls as written by
Don DeLillo instead of Joe Eszterhas.
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F RANCIS K ING childhood his favourite bedtime reading was Beauty and
the Beast. Throughout the book Bartlett draws compar-
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one another, a nurse made of rubber buxomly stalks the the next bit. At times, it feels as if we are being given a
corridors on six-inch heels, Satanic rituals abound in the gurney-top tour of the building by some psychotic
chapel – but it begins, at least, in medical normality; it is porter. His matter-of-fact briskness can be hilarious:
Litt’s understanding of the tension between normality ‘The chaplain had said he didn’t mind the Chapel being
and fantasy that gives the novel its horrid chill. used for Devil worship, just so long as they cleaned up
Hospital is a monolithic, emblematic, labyrinthine afterwards. Then he’d confessed his bum-curiosity and
place: no definite article, no specified location. It is over became an enthusiastic devotee; in return for a good hard
thirty storeys high and descends to at least six basement seeing-to, Sir Reginald got unrestricted access not only
floors. Our main point of contact is The Boy (who to the Chapel but also to the communion wine and
seems to have arrived by accident), and as he tries to wafers.’ Then, his momentary insights can be unexpect-
escape, running about, naked, worrying about the apple edly moving: ‘Case carried Nikki with surprising tender-
tree growing in his stomach (he swallowed a pip), we ness (yes, he quietly loved her) into the consulting room.’
begin to get a handle on the building. Quite whether anyone needs 511 pages of this stuff is
Litt intersperses the boy’s panicky flight with one or two another matter; Hospital is sprawling by design, but we
page-long scenes from various departments, which gradu- risk getting lost in its corridors, failing to distinguish
ally familiarise us with Hospital’s enormous cast of patients the cameos from the extras. Occasionally, Litt becomes
and staff. There are dozens of overlapping storylines and a little too pleased with his own undoubted cleverness,
characters. On the one hand, we have the prostitute who and you admire rather than engage. The odd medical
fakes an overdose to escape her pimps; the policeman who error jars, too: you cannot defibrillate a flatline; you
once fell in love with her; the trauma nurse in love with must pump a flatline.
the surgeon; the surgeon in love with the anaesthesiolo- It is worth persevering, however. A spectacular climax
gist; the birthing couple, etc. On the other, we have a brings all together, amply repaying attention and crown-
series of brilliantly named Haitian porters (Excellent ing Litt’s bizarre and original novel. This deserves to
Excellent, Janvier Baptiste, Othniel Calixte); the kinky multiply his following (though it might have the
Rubber Nurse; a terminally ill junior rebel called Chemo unwanted side effect of doubling demand for home
Boy; Henderson MacVanish, Hospital’s chief obstetrical births). More subtly, Hospital is also a heartfelt tribute to
consultant and absolutely the last person you would want the courage of ordinary medical staff. Albeit a very
to leave your newborn child with. twisted one. Now: I have an appointment with the
Litt writes with a sort of impatient zip, peppered with Rubber Nurse.
colloquial abbreviations as if he can’t wait to get on to To order this book at £11.99, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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provide a context for her current work, in which stories, Stephen) that defines her as a modern woman. Wagner’s
poetic writing and a dead woman are all significant. use of language is similarly up to date. She selects words
Seizure is a novel about storytelling, in particular the sto- with precision, and her prose is intelligent and arresting.
ries parents tell and their impact on children’s ideas and A frightened woman feels cold run up ‘from her feet to
behaviour. Janet’s father taught her to believe the myth her heart, jarring on the rutted path of her spine’.
of a beautiful, lost mother. Tom’s mother entranced her Heading towards the sea by starlight, Tom and Janet
son with romances about sea-folk and their passions: a walk ‘in the negative of a landscape, the world dropping
woman who runs away with a demon-lover; a young away into a silver print of itself ’.
man who falls in love with a seal-woman and kidnaps The sea is the dominant motif in the novel, in the sto-
her to be his wife. In the novel, these stories are inter- ries told by Tom’s mother and as background to the var-
leaved with the present-day narrative, offering insight ious journeys, meetings and partings that take place.
into Tom’s imagination. Janet, who is an epileptic, has Another important idea is that of metal (the twin brass
her own secret place, the mental space she enters when keys to the cottage, the detritus Tom rescues from
she has an attack. Alone in the cottage, cut off from dumps and the seashore, the taste in Janet’s throat when
their everyday lives, Tom and Janet begin to explore a seizure begins). Wagner uses such themes to create a
these private domains and the woman whose legacy has sense of continuity between past and present. The result
brought them together. is a novel that combines suspense with the pleasure of
Beautifully narrated by Wagner, Tom’s mother’s tales good writing. It is also an unusual love story, a tale of
evoke the atmosphere of yearning, hope and loss char- forbidden fruit, whose sources lie in the distant past, in
acteristic of ballads and folksongs. The plot and setting the songs circulated by minstrels and by women gossip-
of Seizure similarly recall those of medieval romance. ing around hearth or well. It is Wagner’s ability to evoke
Even so, Wagner keeps a firm grip on her material, this world, as well as the modern times of mobile
refusing to lapse into sentimentality. Although Tom phones, brain scans and civilised cohabitation, that
remains a little shadowy, Janet is provided with a biog- makes Seizure such an interesting read.
raphy (in particular, her ambivalent relationship with To order this book at £8.79, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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functional in contextualising Alfred’s own latent capacity Barker, Rachel Seiffert, Sarah Waters and Helen
for violence, while the latter is a somewhat thinly drawn Dunmore spring to mind who have taken this as their
set-up for an element of love interest. When he is subject matter in recent years. The reason for such an
among men, but alone with his troubles, the novel is at incursion into traditionally masculine literary territory is
its most potent: Alfred on flying missions with the worth an essay in its own right. But what Kennedy
bomber crew; Alfred with the other extras on the film brings to the genre, in Day, is a moving portrait of one
shoot’s unsettlingly realistic prison-camp set. Here, the man’s fight (both internal and external) as well as an
camaraderie, tensions and conflicts of the male group are affirmation that, if fiction is ‘about’ the human condi-
laid bare in all their crudeness and subtlety. tion, war fiction isn’t really, or only, about war, but
In writing about war, once a male preserve, A L about the human condition in extremis.
Kennedy joins a growing list of women writers: Pat To order this book at £13.59, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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AT THE BEGINNING of Phil S IMON B AKER CONSIDERS A light but well-structured and
LaMarche’s American Youth sympathetic novel answers that –
(Sceptre 225pp £12.99), a Q UARTET OF F IRST N OVELS but past events aren’t as clear-cut
teenager accidentally kills his as either had thought.
brother with a friend’s rifle. The question of blame seems Jane Feaver’s debut novel, According to Ruth (Harvill
straightforward; however, the friend, Ted, had loaded the Secker 217pp £12.99), is about a family which is breaking
rifle and left the brothers to mess around, despite knowing up. It is narrated for the most part by the title character, a
that they weren’t used to guns. Ted’s mother is sufficiently gauche fifteen-year-old uncomfortable in both adult and
concerned to insist that her son deny any involvement. childish worlds, although in the second half of the novel
This impressive book, set in a New England town, there are short chapters relating to specific individuals.
examines first Ted’s conscience. Ted is an essentially good Ruth is the oldest child of Lizzie, who is frustrated at hav-
sort who, although not saintly in behaviour, has a well- ing done little other than change nappies and cook for a
developed sense of morality which cannot smooth over the decade and a half, and John, an obnoxious, taciturn slob
lie he is forced to tell. He begins to suffer, and resorts to who insists that his children call the toilet ‘the bog’ and
self-harm in a quest for relief. Secondly, the novel examines who, entirely unbelievably (though not too problematical-
the conscience of Puritan-Republican America itself. ly), turns out to be an art critic. Ruth has a relationship of
‘American Youth’ is a group of schoolboys who reject mutual loathing with her sister Amelia and finds her other
drinking, drugs and sex in favour of ‘traditional’ values such siblings, Biddy and Jack, a burden as she often has to act as
as the rights to own a gun and not cushion the poor their surrogate mother.
through taxation. They embrace Ted as a cause célèbre, but Set during a vacation at the end of the 1970s at the
he is soon repelled by their violence and double standards. family’s tumbledown Northumberland cottage, the
Phil LaMarche sets his novel up brilliantly. The Youth novel is Ruth’s account of her parents’ waning relation-
are entertainingly sinister, the more so for the force of ship, alongside an account of her own waxing infatua-
their rhetoric, which in their mouths possesses a dis- tion with Robert, a local boy who lost his brother a
turbing plausibility until scrutinised. Just near the end couple of years before and whose family is still suffering
they fade from view slightly, and a novel which grasps a from the loss. Such is the unostentatious quality of the
big idea about an American underclass downsizes into a writing that one is only rarely conscious of how little
less ambitious novel about a boy, but American Youth is action is taking place.
nevertheless strong on its own terms and LaMarche Joe Treasure’s The Male Gaze (Picador 309pp £12.99)
promises much for the future. does not lend itself willingly to summary, but here goes:
Meanwhile, just as a separate ‘East Grinstead’ section David Parker is a Londoner trying to get used to Los
on my bookshelves had begun to seem unnecessary, Angeles, where he moved with his wife Rebecca. When
along comes Ruth Thomas’s Things to Make and Mend he should be quietly writing a school textbook on reli-
(Faber & Faber 356pp £12.99). Set in the West Sussex gion, he meets the vampish Astrid (with her ‘fuck-me-
town, the novel is about Sally and Rowena, childhood senseless hair’), and is drawn into a clique of neurotic
friends now middle-aged and long-since driven apart by types, one of whom kills herself. Appalled, David traces
a defining event. Sally remains in East Grinstead and the dead woman’s past until it leads to Max, the husband
works as a seamstress, repairing clothes by day and of Rebecca’s boss. It seems as though Max may somehow
embroidering as a hobby by night. Rowena has become be responsible for the woman’s decline – and, worse still
a respected academic in Paris. for David, may also have filmed himself having sex with
The narrative looks back at their relationship in a third- Rebecca. As David tries to hold life and marriage togeth-
person voice but from Sally’s perspective, with a smaller er, Max finds himself being threatened by terrorists.
number of first-person ‘Rowena’ sections offering a dif- The Male Gaze is more a collection of episodes, but
ferent viewpoint. The pair were inseparable, but soon the while it fails to give the reader enough to hang on to (or
cause of their split, aged fifteen, seems to present itself: believe in), it does have strengths. It starts with an
boy trouble – or rather, man trouble, since the beau in enjoyable set-piece party, and later features a witty scene
question is (rather creepily) in his twenties. Sally began with a Hitchens-like contrarian journalist; also, some of
dating a flash young executive, but then discovered that Treasure’s observations on relationships are acute.
Rowena – the prettier as well as the cleverer of the two – However, the narrative is just too diffuse, and the char-
had also slept with him. In the present day, the women acters act without convincing motivation and then drift
are now heading towards the same Edinburgh hotel, Sally to the margin of the story when no longer thematically
(having recently won an award for her embroidering) to useful. Perhaps regrettably, it ends with writing of real
speak at a conference, Rowena to say goodbye to her son, warmth which, if evident sooner, might have heated up
who is emigrating. The question, of course, is ‘Will they a somewhat cold, if occasionally admirable, work.
meet and resolve their differences?’ The conclusion of this To order these books, see LR Bookshop on page 27
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provide Choudhury with effective police protection. As forced to set a later date for the hearing.
well as the incident in October, the journalist had According to Dr Benkin, the Public Prosecutor told
reportedly received a death threat on 26 February 2006 Choudhury that he had no desire to continue the case as
from a militant Islamist leader for his writings, and the he felt it had no foundation; it was only the radical judge,
offices of his newspaper were bombed in July 2006. known to be affiliated with radical Islamists, who was
Fortunately the explosion caused only minor damage keen on pursuing the journalist’s persecution. To that
and no injuries, while two other unexploded devices end, on 28 February three witnesses showed up to testify
were found inside the premises. These attacks were car- against the writer. Although there was no testimony, the
ried out with impunity. Reporters With Borders note judge issued an order that the trial should continue on the
that Mufti Noor Hussain Noorani, who heads the radi- charges of ‘sedition, treason, and blasphemy’. On 8 March
cal movement Khatmey Nabuat (KNM), threatened five witnesses showed, but did not testify. The court was
Choudhury and the Weekly Blitz by telephone on 29 adjourned and a new court date was set for 23 April.
June after it ran an editorial criticising KNM’s attacks on Readers may like to send appeals to the High
the Muslim group Ahamdiyya. Choudhury reported the Commissioner in London asking him to forward your
threats to the police, but the report was ‘mislaid’ and no concerns to the government. Express serious fears for
measures were taken to protect him. the safety of journalist Salah Uddin Choudhury and call
The editor’s trial resumed in October 2006 and has for charges against the journalist to be dropped in accor-
been subject to several postponements. On 22 January dance with Article 19 of the United Nations Universal
this year Choudhury arrived at the court for the next Declaration of Human Rights.
stage in his trial, but the government witnesses that were HE Mr Sabihuddin Ahmed
to have testified did not show up. According to his High Commission for the People’s Republic of
friend Dr Richard Benkin, owner and founder of the Bangladesh
Interfaith Strength website (which published the speech 28 Queen’s Gate
he should have delivered), the judge appeared in the London SW7 5JA
courtroom only briefly, clearly embarrassed in front of Fax: 00 44 207 225 2130
official observers from the US, UK and EU, and was Email: bdesh.lon@dial.pipex.com
CRIME
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modern art in their penthouse apart- a mummified baby in an old barn she T HE A SSASSIN ’ S G ALLERY
ments. The plot of this scrupulous is renovating. The mystery soon takes ★
novel is based around the work of in Juliet’s disintegrating marriage, her By David L Robbins
accountants, which admittedly sounds husband’s creepy business partner (Orion 432pp £18.99)
dry; it’s worth remembering that it who has an even creepier son, while
was exactly that boredom factor which a parallel plot involves narrow-boaters I S history made by people or by
made Enron’s gigantic scams (referred on the Midland canals. The scene is events? Can its course be changed by
to several times here) possible. The vividly set and the characters are con- the assassination of a single individual?
involvement in capital crimes of the vincing and almost too absorbing – as The Assassin’s Gallery begins with a
suspects and victims, all partners in a a newcomer to this series I was dis- discussion of this question at a training
respectable Scottish firm, becomes tracted from the plot by trying to school for potential assassins in
positively probable. Not quite noir but understand gnomic references to past Scotland in 1944. It is all just theoreti-
definitely tartan. events in the life of Kincaid, his cal, of course – until the professor is
police inspector wife, their respective whisked off to Washington as the
DARK H EARTS OF C HICAGO children and his family. Like improbable hunter of an unlikely
★ Elizabeth George and Martha killer, the beautiful Judith who can use
By William Horwood & Helen Rappaport Grimes, Crombie is an American any weapon, adopt many disguises,
(Hutchinson 320pp £16.99) whose view of Britain is rosy, if in and has been sent to kill the President.
this case not overly romantic. Her Detectable by only one man, she
EMILY Strauss is a young and ambi- descriptions of Nantwich and the approaches her target via his col-
tious reporter. It is 1893, the World’s area around it will delight the local leagues, then his friends, and finally his
Fair is in full swing in Chicago, and tourist board. mistress. Apart from the fact that the
women are disappearing in broad ailing F D Roosevelt did die in office,
daylight. Emily bluffs her way into T HE OYSTER H OUSE S IEGE and all the other events described hap-
the newspaper magnate Joseph ★ pened, the story is a dotty, coinci-
Pulitzer’s office, and bounces out of it By Jay Rayner dence-filled Modesty Blaise-style
with an assignment: to find out what (Atlantic Books 304pp £10.99) caper dressed up in academic clothing
happened to the missing women. – an excellent combination. I loved it.
The razzmatazz of the Fair is colour- ONE night in 1975 a gang of crimi-
ful, the feminist heroine attractive, nals on the run burst into a restaurant D OWN INTO DARKNESS
but this frontier-style town is brutal, in Knightsbr idge called The ★
with a sickening contrast between the Spaghetti House, took staff and cus- By David Lawrence
immigrant poor and the arrogant, tomers hostage and remained there (Penguin 416pp £10.99)
newly rich and ruthless men who under siege in the basement for six
control the pornography, prostitution, days. Jay Rayner, who is a restaurant I T would be surpr ising if David
and meat-packing industries. The critic, uses those facts as the basis for Lawrence’s crime novels were not
plot is over-melodramatic but the a novel set on election night in 1983. written in precise, atmospheric prose
description of nineteenth-century The great and the good are celebrat- and if he had not created a taut, slight-
Chicago is atmospher ic. William ing a Conservative victor y in a ly baroque plot for this book; for this
Horwood’s previous books have been Jermyn Street restaurant, the two pen-name belongs to David Harsent, a
a misery memoir and a series about masked and ar med gunmen are poet weighed down with literary
spiritual moles in an imaginary wood, drug-dealers, the chef the heroine. awards. He also wr ites television
but collaboration with a historian has She keeps control of the situation by screenplays, most recently for Midsomer
resulted in an excellent, if unexpected cooking elaborate meals, using ingre- Murders, and there is a visual edginess
thriller. dients sent in by the police. This to the short snappy scenes and abrupt
being a generation back, the drugs cuts as the lens of attention darts
WATER L IKE A S TONE are grass not smack, so one of the between the characters. Set in a vio-
★ dealers can be shown as a relatively lent, sinister London, this series fea-
By Deborah Crombie sympathetic character who in the tures a fashionably sensitive but tough
(Macmillan 560pp £16.99) course of several dramatic days dis- woman as detective. Having grown up
covers the delights of cooking fine herself as a slum kid from the tower
By convenient coincidence food. Redemption through cooking block estate she now polices, she can
Superintendent Kincaid of Scotland is a nice idea. But the combination tell what’s going on, and who is doing
Yard has just arrived for a family of fierce brutality with fine cuisine is it and how they get away; and she
Christmas when his sister Juliet finds indigestible. knows how to deal with it – and does.
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N IGHT AND DAY G RAND P OETRY P RIZE
THIS MONTH’S POEMS, on the subject R EPORT BY T OM F LEMING month’s topic, though, has nothing to
of ‘moon’, were an improvement. D A do with either: ‘umbrella’. Entries,
Prince wins first prize and £300, Robert Jules Vincent with ‘umbrella’ written in the corner of the envelope,
second prize and £150, and all others printed £10. I like should arrive by Wednesday 25th April and should rhyme,
these big old grandstanding themes, they seem to provoke scan, make sense and be no more than 24 lines long. To 44
the right mixture of cynicism and romanticism. Next Lexington Street, London W1F 0LW.
FIRST PRIZE young Dick screwed up his eyes while looking glum
CITY MOON by D A Prince then brightened up, remembering and smiled.
Down high-rise mirrored-glass business streets He’d simply told old Jim his thyme had come.
with thin trees whipping, stretching for some sky,
you catch the unexpected moon, as day meets COLD, COLD HEART by Richard Charles
city dusk, and noise and glare and traffic try The heart of the sun is a furnace,
to block out everything but here. It’s large, It seethes in a primaeval strife,
this moon, much bigger than you remember, The heart of a god in his fury,
and out of place among the rush-hour charge The bringer of passion and life.
to bars and pubs. Vague memory: September –
so is it Harvest? Hunter’s? Something green The heart of the earth is magnetic,
and seasonal, and buried way way back To endure for as long as it can,
where you’d have known, once; half-know now. It’s And the wrath of the gods is deflected:
been The earth has the heart of a man.
a generation since you took a track
over dark earth, or saw the moon oak-caught. But my heart is cold and unmoving,
Old superstitions? – medieval fear My heart is ashes and stone,
our century shrugs off as idle thought – And I am a constant observer,
though that moon’s hanging dangerously near. And I am completely alone.
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must surely have marvelled at you as you moved From perigee to apogee
above him and below. The Carthaginian Is thirty thousand empty miles,
sailed into darkness under your protectorate; And regolith formations shine
and all the while you watched, dispassionate. With dead respectability;
Of course since nineteen fifty-nine,
Then mortals with prosaic footprints marched We need not take these things on trust
over your divinity, your seas
revealed as dusty deserts, cold and parched, Yet, as the moon goes through her quarters,
leaving poets’ moonlight and your mysteries Preoccupied as any ghost
open to ridicule. Humankind searched She hauls these shrinking tidal waters
for the secrets of the radiance you shed, Out to the accepting coast;
and in the end discovered gods are dead. And moon-shadows the watching grasses
Onto shining sheets of mud,
THE MOON OVER THE CREEK A lapwing calls, the magic passes,
by Nick Syrett Lost to the dawn and in the flood.
Pickering saw insect legions
Marching over lunar plains, MOONFIELDS by Alison Prince
Marking continents and regions You men in space-suits, treat the moon with care –
With obscure, nomadic stains; her dust grew sweet grass once, where lived a hare
God bless you, Pickering, for trying, who spun a thread connected to earth’s seas,
To leave some shining filigree drawing them up then giving them release.
Of expectation softly lying
Round each lapping lunar sea. Jet-thrust and airlock, food-packs, radio –
a dull mythology. Better to know
Crush Wells and Verne like moon-dust the simple, ancient moonfields of the mind
With sympathetic smiles, and see the hare’s long line wind and unwind.
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