Guest post by Laurence Brockliss: In Search of the Edwardians

Since the beginning of recorded time, chroniclers and historians have used the reigns of princely houses and individual monarchs, and later the periods of office of presidents and political leaders, as a framing device to bring a semblance of order to the congeries of past events, artefacts and attitudes that they are endeavouring with greater or less success to recover, assess and generally lick into shape. But as our knowledge of the past in all its many aspects has greatly increased with the emergence of history as an academic profession, so labels such as the Age of the Tudors or the Henrician or Elizabethan Age have lost much of their chronological precision. The labels are still used as a convenient shorthand but in the fields of economic, social and cultural history, and even sometimes political history, the distinctive features that the use of the term is intended to conjure up are seldom defined temporally by a dynastic era or an individual reign. Either the feature in question spreads far beyond the parameters of the reign to which it is attributed, or when the reign is long the feature is only in evidence for a part of the time. It is also the case, too, that what has been defined as distinctive and thus historically noteworthy may be true only of one particular social class or a specific group within an occupation.

Tomb of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert at Frogmore (royal.uk)

These opening remarks are particularly pertinent in the case of the use of the term ‘Edwardian Age’. Compared with his predecessor’s reign, Edward VII’s was very short – less than ten years. It would be ridiculous to suppose that in the relatively fast moving world of the turn of the twentieth century the population of the United Kingdom suddenly changed its spots overnight in February 1901 as Victoria was buried at Frogmore, and then as suddenly changed them again in May 1910 when Edward gave way to George V, however different the personality and style of the three monarchs. On the other hand, there definitely was an Edwardian Age, if we mean by that a period of time embracing the reign of Edward VII in which Britain looked very different from the profile it presented in the classic Victorian era.

The state in this new age was characterised by a much larger governmental apparatus brought into being initially to mitigate the worst effects of poverty in a country where wealth was extremely unevenly distributed. The economy was dominated by big corporations; women of the respectable classes sought the vote and the unmarried among them no longer considered paid work beneath them; the working classes had their own political party in the form of Labour; Ireland was on the move; and novelists now took the whole world (even the universe in the case of H.G. Wells) for their canvas, showed a new interest in non-anglophone literature, and were as ready to take seriously the lives and loves of little men as the squabbles, struggles and moral dilemmas of the propertied classes. The list of differences is endless. And beneath all the obvious ones that historians have long picked up on, there were deeper changes to the rhythm of life, particularly among the affluent middle classes, which were much more significant for the long term.

Three points will suffice in the way of illustration. In the first place, the Edwardian middle-class family was much smaller than its Victorian counterpart. I have talked in previous posts about my ongoing study of professional families in the Victorian and Edwardian era, which takes as its starting point 758 professional men in active practice in 1851. The decrease in size of these families between the two eras was huge. In the mid-nineteenth century middle-class families were seldom as large as working-class ones because both men and women married in their mid- to late twenties. Nonetheless, professional families who had children usually had five or six. In contrast, the grandchildren of these families, whose married lives mainly either spanned or began in Edward’s reign, now only had one or two. One set of the families I have studied – 150 of the total — had a progenitor based in Leeds in the mid-nineteenth century. Seventy-four of the grandchildren of these mid-Victorian Loiners (Leeds inhabitants) are known to have been married and living in England and Wales in 1911. Of these, forty-seven had been married for four years or more. The twenty-nine married for between four and ten years had on average 1.8 children; the eighteen married between eleven and twenty-two years had 2.5; and only six out of the forty-seven had four children or more. Family limitation was now the name of the game.

The grandchildren, moreover, seem to have been much more domestically rooted than their predecessors. The mid-nineteenth century professional was very active outside the home. Among the 150 living in Leeds, a third were either a member of a political party, a member of a national or local pressure group, a national or local government officeholder, a freemason, or a member of a learned society or select club, such as the Leeds Philosophical and Literary Society. The editor of the Leeds Mercury Edward Baines (1800-1890), who as a young man had stood on the hustings at Peterloo, had his finger in every associational pie except freemasonry. He also collected paintings.

Percival Tookey Leigh, by Edwin Reeve Crosse (Leeds Civic Collection)

Their grandsons in comparison showed little interest in the arts and sciences or in being a good citizen. With the notable exception of the dentist Percival Tookey Leigh (1865-1938), Chairman of the Leeds Borough Council Libraries and Arts Committee and eventual Lord Mayor, none entered local government. The pattern was repeated among all the 758 professional families in the different British towns I have concentrated on. Among the grandsons, nearly all adults or on the edge of adulthood when Edward came to the throne, a minority took an interest in the Volunteers or the Territorials, but they were five times less likely than their grandfathers to hold any sort of civic office during their lives. Apart from the handful who were university dons or industrial engineers, such as Barnes Wallis (1887-1979), they certainly made no contribution to the development of the natural and historical sciences, unlike many of their forebears. As a group they seem to have been much more interested in sport than service or knowledge.

Barnes Wallis (Barnes Wallis Foundation)

With so few of these Edwardians trying to advance science or improve the world, the affluent had much more leisure time than their ancestors. If they had means, they did not spend it quietly reading or playing cards in the family nest à la Pooter but went out in the evening en famille to the theatre and concerts or dined out with friends. Long before the First World War, the richest amongst them took advantage of the safer and faster steamships to travel the world. The most egregious example of an international traveller among them was the Reverend Harold Ayde Prichard (1882-1944), a scion of a dynasty of Bristol physicians, married to the daughter of an American diplomat related to Whistler, who emigrated to the United States in 1906 and became the rector of an affluent Episcopalian parish outside New York. In a letter in 1924, written for the benefit of his extended family, Harold claimed to have crossed the Atlantic twenty-one times on many different ships, including the Lusitania. He had also traversed the United States six times by rail. Harold throughout his life was a man on the move, either on behalf of the church or for simple pleasure. He appears to have visited most parts of Europe at one time or another and even travelled to Norway’s North Cape, today the most northerly part of the continent accessible by road. In other words, at the moment when women, the working classes, and the Irish were beginning to organise effectively in pursuit of a new deal, many of the propertied were flaunting their wealth and mobility more extravagantly than ever.

Revd Harold Ayde Prichard (1922 passport photograph)

Hedonism, albeit of a kind that the Church establishment would have found acceptable, was alive and well among the Edwardian middle classes and was not just a characteristic of ‘Bertie’ and his entourage. But it could be an expensive lifestyle. Most grandsons at the end of their lives were much poorer in real terms than their grandfathers, even though they had had much smaller families to raise. Admittedly their generation had had to pay higher taxes, but they do not appear to have embraced financial prudence as robustly as their Victorian forebears. Gladstone, the epitome of Victorian rectitude, left an estate valued at £255,000 (£160,000 in land). Two of his grandsons, William Gladstone Wickham (1877-1939) and Edward Stephen Gladstone Wickham (1882-1960), members of one of my professional families originally based in Winchester, were much less wealthy when they died. The first, a businessman and British trade commissioner to South Africa, was worth £8,970; the second, a clergyman, £28,301. In comparison with the ‘Grand Old Man’s’ fortune, both were paltry sums in real terms.

Seated: E.S. Gladstone Wickham (North Ormesby History Group)

But if there was definitely an Edwardian Age or an age distinct from the Victorian era, when did it begin and end? A plausible starting-point would be around 1880 in the aftermath of the 1870s economic depression which followed two decades of growth that had benefitted the whole population. It would be wrong to attribute the change in mentalités simply to the experience of the depression, for historians continue to debate its extent and long-term effect. But there can be no doubt that all the chief characteristics of the new age date from the early 1880s. In the world of the arts and sciences, 1880 saw the publication of the first of Gissing’s ‘misery’ novels, Workers in the Dawn; two years later Charles Darwin, the last great amateur scientist, died.

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Dating the end of the Edwardian Age is much more difficult. The obvious year to choose would be 1914, but many historians today are loath to see the First World War as a turning-point. Although its horrors and the effect on the men who served and the families who were bereaved can never be exaggerated, the war in important respects — the expansion of state power; women’s emancipation; the distrust of amateurism; the rise of the Labour Party; the pursuit of pleasure — consolidated rather than undermined the hallmarks of the Edwardian era. Far fewer men between fifteen and forty-nine saw active service than is popularly assumed: 46.3 per cent. Those who survived, and most did – the average death-rate (officers and men) was 12 per cent — appear to have slotted back easily into the lives they had lived before they volunteered or were conscripted. Eighty-six of the grandsons of my mid-Victorian professionals who came home from the war were still alive in 1939 and appear in the ration-book census of that year. Of those still in work, three-quarters were plying the same craft or profession as in the 1911 census, if usually on a higher grade. The married among the returnees seem to have had no difficulty, either, in fitting back into pre-war family life. Divorces in the 1920s and 1930s among the descendants of my professional cohort were extremely rare and cannot easily be attributed to the war.

John Baines and Elisabeth Wicksteed, 1914 (Dearest Mother: First World War Letters Home from a Young Sapper Officer in France and Salonika, Solihull, Helion & Company, 2015, p. 28)

John Stanhope Baines (1894-1951), great-grandson of Edward, and Elisabeth Wicksteed (1893-1972), granddaughter of the Leeds Unitarian minister Charles Wicksteed (1810-85), married in 1916 while John, a regular officer in the Royal Engineers, was on leave. They were a classic Edwardian couple with means and, according to their letters, made ‘carpe diem’ their motto. They divorced on the eve of the Second World War but the breakdown of their marriage was precipitated by the unexpected death of their second son, killed in an accident in the south of France.

Perhaps a better end-date for the Edwardian Age would be the early 1930s in the midst of another and greater economic depression. Arguably, it was only then that a significant section of the well-to-do began to wonder whether Britain’s imperial, political and social political system needed completely restructuring, sometimes in alarming ways, and started advocating a more sober and serious style of life. One of the grandsons in my study, the Catholic solicitor and writer Joseph Kentigern Heydon (1884-1947), became an ardent supporter of the authoritarian right: his books included Fascism and Providence (1937). A great-granddaughter, Aileen Alison Furse (1910-57), a member of the Wickham clan, married ‘Kim’ Philby (1912-88). This was a new Georgian Age personified at either end of the spectrum of mainstream politics by George VI and George Orwell, which only failed to become recognised as a historical period because of the former’s early death. The Edwardian Age was full of contradictions and was arguably the one period when Britain was threatened by internecine class conflict, epitomised by the large scale strikes in the years before the First World War and in the mid-1920s. The new Georgian/Elizabethan Age was characterised by a less volatile social and industrial landscape stabilised by the construction of the Welfare State and the political consensus of the 1950s and 1960s known as Butskellism.

© Laurence Brockliss, 2022

Laurence Brockliss is an Emeritus Professor of History of the University of Oxford and an Emeritus Fellow of Magdalen College, Oxford. He is a Fellow of the British Academy. He works on the history of education, science and medicine in Britain and France between 1500 and the present day. His books include French Universities in the Seventeenth and Eighteenth Centuries: A Cultural History (Oxford, 1986); [with Colin Jones] The Medical World of Early Modern France (Oxford, 1997); Calvet’s Web: Enlightenment and the Republic of Letters in Eighteenth-Century France (Oxford, 2002); and The University of Oxford: A History (Oxford, 2016). He has recently written up an ESRC-funded study of the professions in Victorian and Edwardian Britain, which will be published by Oxford University Press.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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From the diary of a writer-publisher: 18

8 August
I introduced this summer’s ‘Edwardian Return’ series of posts on 4 June, but it really kicked in with Alison’s guest post ‘Edwardian grandmothers’, which as I write has been up for a week and has another to go. It’s culled many emails from followers who have similar memories, raising the perennial question of why people won’t commit to a Comment on the blog, and what one could do to encourage them! Well, here is an attempt at the latter. The object imaged below is an example, from my own family, of the kind of thing our Edwardian forebears brought back from their ‘colonial’ travels and that have decorated family homes ever since, as Alison describes. My question to followers is: what is it? Contemplating it on my grandparents’ mantelpiece when I was a small boy, I thought it was a model crib (but it isn’t). Offers, please, via Comments. Clue: it is four inches across and the writing just visible on the front is Chinese.

By the time you read this, John Pym’s guest post ‘Games Ancient and Modern’ will have come, but not ‘gone’ as a post is always there, of course, even when it is not in pole position. ‘Games Ancient and Modern’ is the most poetic of all Johnnie’s posts for us, blending Foxwold’s Edwardian past with recent memories of that blessed home. It will be followed by a guest post from our resident prosopographer (look it up), Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, and one about D.H. Lawrence’s story ‘Odour of Chrysanthemums’ (1909) by our resident Lawrentian Damian Grant.

15 August
It is impossible to say what is about to happen in the Ukrainian war. We are led to believe, by both the Ukrainians and western sources, that a decisive Ukrainian counter-offensive is going to be unleashed. The central Russian offensive, we are told, has run out of steam, a large Russian force made the mistake of pushing on westwards over the Dnepro and is potentially trapped there, and the Ukrainians are poised to retake Kherson… But a decisive Ukrainian attack along the whole front has to be very, very carefully timed. The Russian forces’ capability and morale must reach a critical nadir first, and presumably western weapons, particularly missiles and howitzers, have to exceed a critical tipping point.

Meanwhile, Gary Kasparov asks why the Ukrainians don’t destroy the Russian Black Sea Fleet, since they were able spectacularly to sink its flagship, the Moskva. It’s a good question. The Black Sea Fleet seems to have played very little part in the war since that sinking and the unpersoning of the Fleet’s admiral. We know that the Moskva was sunk by the Ukrainians but with precision assistance from the U.S., so perhaps Putin threatened to escalate the conflict nuclearly if that continued, and an agreement was made over the Ukrainians’ heads not to destroy more Russian ships in return for the latter ceasing hostilities. Snake Island was retaken, after all, and a grain corridor has been opened. Meanwhile, Russia is waging nuclear warfare by shelling the nuclear power station at Zaporizhzhia and threatening another Chernobyl.

22 August
Oh dear. I’ve done it. After pulling the postcard below out of my drawer or card rack for nearly fifty years, poising to address and send it, then putting it back with a sigh, but content with the cathartic effect of my threat, I have finally despatched it — to Bloodaxe Books, the Northumberland publishers of poetry collections, and most notably Basil Bunting’s masterpiece Briggflatts.

They Said "Say It With Flowers"

One does not, of course, send a collection of poems (The New Dark Blue Cowboys: Verse and Poems of Russia) to respected publishers without weeks of researching them, drafting the letter, and engraving their terms of submission on one’s brain (even though I have known Bloodaxe’s publications for thirty years). A slip of paper a week or so later bearing the immaculately printed words ‘We are sorry we cannot help you publish your collection’, is just not good enough. It’s hopelessly unliterary and rude. Of course I know how many collections they (claim they) receive a week, I know that, but my covering letter was nothing if not informative and carefully crafted, and the terms of their submissions were impeccably observed, including the fact that well over half of my book’s contents have been published in magazines. Working part time, a script reader in the 1970s at the National Theatre under John Russell Brown could read up to forty plays a week, write a report on each one, and John would write the playwright a proper letter. If the best publishers of poetry in the country, Faber & Faber, can run to a civilised, handwritten letter, Bloodaxe (not the most friendly of names) can too. Even if Bloodaxe thought my collection bloody awful, they still had no excuse for their inane rejection slip. Out came the card, on went their address and a single line, ‘With all best wishes, [signature]’, on went the First Class stamp, and…I sent it. Yes yes yes, ‘Don’t let rip, get a grip’, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, but sometimes you owe it to yourself — and others.

30 August
Mikhail Gorbachev has died. I am sure he was gagged by Putin, or self-gagged, in recent years. Having operated under Communist censorship, he always was given to indirect statement and euphemism anyway. I thought it salutary in about 1991 to show my students a fresh copy of Nezavisimaia gazeta (the Independent Newspaper) in which Gorbachev said emphatically that ‘there will never be multi-party democracy in Russia’. At the time, since he was still General Secretary of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, we interpreted what he said as meaning ‘over my dead body will there be’. Now I tend to regard the words as simply a wise prophecy that came true.

3 September
Decades ago, I acquired a bad ante-cruciate ligament injury in my right knee. If it gets wrenched the wrong way, it flares up again (I call it my ex-cruciate ligament injury). I treat it with a Comfrey imbrocation made up from the recipe in this book, and find that much more effective than bought products. Nevertheless, it always takes a few months to sort it out, during which I tend to limp. The other day, I heard a little boy with a very clear voice call across the road to his father, about thirty yards behind me: ‘Daddy, that man is walking slightly like a penguin.’ It was the word ‘slightly’ that I thought was so good!

10 September
Without exaggeration, within days of the result of the EU referendum it was difficult to find European newspapers in Cambridge, especially German ones. In W.H. Smith recently I bought a copy of Die Zeit for 7 July 2022 and was stunned by this picture on p. 62:

The full-page article accompanying it explains that it has been painted by Michael Triegel to replace the centre panel of an altarpiece painted by Lucas Cranach in 1519 for Naumburg Cathedral and destroyed by Reformation fanatics in 1541. All that is known of Cranach’s panel is that it was of the Virgin Mary with child and saints.

Triegel saw Mary as ‘a simple girl of perhaps sixteen who has become pregnant but not by her husband’, and his own daughter sat for the picture. The black person at extreme left represents St Mauritius and was modelled on someone he spotted in a religious procession in Italy. The man with glasses is Dietrich Bonhoeffer, ‘a Protestant saint if ever there was one’. The woman to the right of Mary’s head, representing her mother Anna, is Triegel’s wife. The bearded man in a red baseball cap represents St Peter and was modelled on a man begging on church steps in Rome. The figure extreme right is St Paul, drawn from a rabbi Triegel met at the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem. There is a long European tradition of doing this sort of thing, of course. Triegel says in his interview: ‘I portrayed them like this because for me the saints are of this world; the divine and the human spheres, the eternal and the earthly, should interpenetrate in the picture’. Formally, the picture isn’t an icon, but Triegel’s last statement isn’t a bad definition of one.

Speaking personally, almost the last figure I noticed was the baby Christ. But when you do, you are amazed and held still. This is Christ as a completely naked and vulnerable child. His expression at first strikes you as a Child of Sorrows. Moreover, Triegel says ‘the way Mary is holding him so that he is spreading his arms out, is almost the pose of the crucifixion’. Yet the eyes of this baby look right at you and into you. They, I think, are the eyes in this picture that you can’t forget once you have seen them. As Bakhtin wrote somewhere, ‘Christ is pure subjectivity directed outwards to all others’. Christ, then, is utter empathy for all others, the whole world; basically, that is what christianity is. ‘I wanted to paint a picture that is alive and gives hope’, Triegel says.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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George Calderon’s New Drama

Naturally, my foray into short videos had to end with one about George. I suddenly thought that although the contribution of his own plays to Edwardian ‘New Drama’ is now largely forgotten, one could claim that Chekhov’s plays, which he was the key figure in introducing to Edwardian Britain, were the newest drama of all…

Given the importance, to me at least, of this statement about George, I decided to learn it by heart. I was fluent and word-perfect on the afternoon of the day it was to be recorded. Unfortunately, my post-flu fatigue struck again by evening and I couldn’t get through it without the script! I’ll give videos a break now, and polish my technique.

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George Calderon: Edwardian Genius Front Cover

SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

Click here to purchase my book.

 

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Guest post by John Pym: Games Ancient and Modern

Mr Beebe (Simon Callow) fights with an Edwardian tricycle at Foxwold in the 1985 film of A Room with a View. (Merchant Ivory Productions; Sarah Quill photographer)

An eight-minute video, La Roue, No. 29, in the series ‘Children’s Games’ by the artist Francis Alÿs: A barefoot boy in a green and yellow football shirt and red shorts – the colours of the Congo national football team – rolls an empty tyre up a huge slagheap. The heap, among the highest in the world, is composed of the fine waste from the Etoile copper mine on the outskirts of Lubumbashi in the Katanga region of southern Congo.

The boy fits himself inside the tyre and bowls down the slagheap. We see his calm smiling face from inside the tyre. At the bottom of the slagheap the tyre gently topples over and the boy stands up to be greeted by his friends who sing ‘The Mampala Etoile mine has been defeated. But Mampala, our great black mountain – we are pushing to find a solution!’ An internet search reveals that ‘Mampala’ is a Congolese football star, and that the great black mountain of waste contains sufficient cobalt to make that valuable material worth extracting – a heroic nickname and a possible solution.

I saw this remarkable video in the Belgian pavilion of the 2022 Venice Biennale.

Among the pencil-written letters my paternal grandfather Evey Pym sent to his wife Violet from France during the First World War was one that concerned a bicycle that Violet had recently acquired. Was the bicycle safe? She must take the greatest care. Violet – a close friend of the Calderons, Kittie in particular – no doubt simply intended to ride down the half-mile drive of Foxwold, the family home in Kent, and then along a peaceful country lane into the village of Brasted where almost all daily domestic needs could at that date be satisfied. The world was changing; women were asserting their independence.

What, I wondered sitting in the shade outside the Belgian pavilion, would Evey have made of that little African boy inside his tyre fearlessly descending the great back mountain?

Edwardian middle-class men may have worried about the safety of their wives riding bicycles – indeed we still worry today about everyone on bicycles – but they loved games and they would all, I’m sure, have raised their hats, my grandfather included, to that little boy and his tyre.

Foxwold in the 1880s/early 1890s, probably from a painting by Jane Hannah Backhouse Pym

Foxwold, in its heyday in the years before the First World War and up to 1927, the year when Violet died and Evey’s long widowhood began, was a home to games-playing. The Calderons undoubtedly played croquet on the fifth and most spacious of Foxwold’s six terraced lawns, as George was very keen on the game. The sides of the exacting croquet hoops were parallel, not wide angled and easy to pass through, and the house rules did not allow a player to place her foot on her ball and send an opponent’s ball decisively into the rhododendron bushes.

When I was a boy in the 1950s, and first knew Foxwold, we played croquet all the time from spring to autumn, as my own grandchildren do today with the same set of hoops and three of the same four chipped balls. I remember one of my grandmother Violet’s younger brothers, Roy Lubbock (b. 1892), a Cambridge don who taught engineering and had a hand in aircraft design during the First World War, smoking a cigarette in an amber holder and from his great height meticulously calculating through smoke and round spectacles the precise angle of strike.

Foxwold’s croquet set today

From the 1890s on, women and men, boys and girls, all played croquet together in mixed teams – with dogs sometimes contributing. Just as they shot arrows at straw targets and played field hockey, lacrosse, shuttlecock, bowls (each mahogany sphere identifiable by its countersunk dots, and impressively unmanageable to a small boy), deck quoits and clock golf – the ‘l’ was silent to the Edwardians, and indeed to my parents, both born in 1908.

The twelve-hole golf ‘course’ began on one of the lawns Kittie Calderon had laid out for Evey and Violet and then continued through the gap in a yew hedge, down steep banks and stone steps, and across rough chertstone paths. Each hole had a white-painted sunken iron circle and an appropriate Roman numeral, also white and made of iron, which was set in the grass nearby. When we played in the 50s and 60s the twine on the handles of the Edwardian (or perhaps Victorian) putters often came away in your hands.

Indoors we played Mahjong, again following our own rules, with a beautiful ivory-and-bamboo set perhaps brought back from China by one Sir Edmund Backhouse (b. 1873), a distant and enigmatic relative known as ‘The Hermit of Peking’. Card games were de rigueur in the evening, sometimes those forgotten French games of Bezique and Piquet (guidance available in a modern edition of Hoyle’s Rules), but more often Racing Demon and Hearts, and on quiet nights Clock Patience. I have my maternal grandmother’s fold-up card table with its dark brown velvet surface worn away in four patches where the ladies laid their cards – and I can see her now carefully playing Patience after tea with a small elegant pack of continental cards with some regal figure such as Marie Antoinette or Louis XVI decorating the back of the cards.

We played Up Jenkins – a sort of seated hide-and-seek – with a concealed 6d coin and hoots of hilarity as the hands of the lead player went ‘creepy-crawly’ across the table. There was also an exciting Edwardian horse-racing game with a huge green-baize cloth marked with all the jumps of the Grand National. This was a household in which, before the First World War, everyone rode and – before the advent of bicycles – most could drive a dog-cart to the village and to church services.

I remember the satisfying heaviness of the lead horses-and-riders going round the pretend Aintree course and the perils of all the jumps being expertly explained. My father Jack and his brother Roly rode their ponies to school through the woods and across a stream, unaccompanied, when they were quite small children. And my sister Carol has an oil painting by George’s brother Frank Calderon of ‘Master John Pym’ on one of his mounts. ‘It didn’t look like me or my horse,’ Jack said.

‘Master John Pym’ and his horse, by W. Frank Calderon, 1916 (Courtesy of Mrs Carol Taylor)

Hunting, on horseback and on foot, following the Beagles, was also a huge part of country middle-class Edwardian life. Rabbits existed to be shot (and eaten). The glass-fronted Foxwold gun cabinet, against which was stacked the games equipment, was locked, but a key was always left in the door. It was a source of fascination to me as a child. I unlocked the doors of the cabinet, examined the two double-barrelled shotguns and a hammer gun dating from the 19th century judged too old to be used.

Beneath the guns were two drawers full of loose cartridges of various weights of shot, rag pulls to clean the guns, tins of oil and several boxes of bullets – these were for a bolt-action .22 rifle which, after much pestering, I was eventually allowed to use for target practice on the croquet lawn. My mother, whose father had been killed by a ricochet bullet in 1915, instructed me in the rudiments of gun safety – and then, as I remember it, I was just sent down the garden with a lethal weapon and box of bullets, aged – what? – twelve or thirteen. Was this attitude a legacy of the Edwardians? Of an era when ‘health and safety’ was an issue not yet invented?

In the summer of 1985, the American director James Ivory arrived in London to film the English portion of Ruth Jhabvala’s adaptation of E.M. Forster’s novel A Room with a View, first published in 1908. He needed an Edwardian house set in the Surrey hills. This would be transformed into ‘Windy Corner’, the home of the widowed Mrs Honeychurch and her daughter Lucy, for whom at the end of the film the whole world will open up – and the riding of bicycles would, along with much else, no longer be an issue.

Foxwold, situated a few miles from Surrey, on a ridge of green sandstone, fitted the bill. Those who have seen the film will certainly remember the woodland scene in which Lucy’s irrepressible brother Freddy, the deceptively somnolent George Emerson and the wonderfully encouraging clergyman Mr Beebe throw off their clothes – and every vestige of Victorian propriety – and leap into ‘The Sacred Lake’, and behave like exuberant boys in a paddling pool on an endless summer afternoon.

Watercolour by Roland Pym of the ‘Sacred Lake’ scene in A Room with a View, made during the shooting of the film at Foxwold, 1985. The names underneath refer (left to right) to the actors playing Freddy, George Emerson, Cecil, Lucy, and Mrs Honeychurch, with soundman Ray Beckett. (Courtesy of the Estate of Roland Pym)

On the old Foxwold croquet lawn, with its narrow approach steps on which George Emerson takes Lucy in his arms and bestows on her a second passionate kiss, the director recreated another moment of Edwardian playfulness – a game of ‘bumble puppy’ in which two players bat a tennis ball, attached by string to a post, back and forth and round and round. Bumble puppy was not in fact, as far as I can recall, one of the games I discovered beside the gun cabinet. But there it is, in a classic movie representing the Edwardian age and standing in for all those other games that George and Kittie and their friends and family so happily played in the years before Europe erupted in August 1914.

Minnie Beebe (Mia Fothergill) playing bumble puppy in the film of A Room with a View (Merchant Ivory Productions, 1985)

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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Mayakovsky’s pancake

It may seem surprising that I can bring myself to say anything positive about Russians at a time when their country has become, to quote Joseph Conrad again, ‘the negation of everything worth living for’. But, of course, these four short videos are inspired by one of the most positive Russians who ever lived, Anton Chekhov, who happened also to believe deeply in democracy. Russians’ love of creating and telling anecdotes is a very engaging trait, but in the Soviet era the endless production of so-called political anecdotes became for many merely a way of avoiding real political belief, integrity and engagement.

I fluffed this video at the end of the quotation from pages 1-2 of my Chekhov biography because I suddenly thought I should change ‘Suvorin’, who most listeners would not have heard of, to ‘his [Chekhov’s] publisher’. One should never make these snap decisions! For your interest, here is the whole passage as it appears in the book:

Once, when he was still a schoolboy, […] somewhere in the steppe, Anton Pavlovich was standing by a deserted well, looking down at his reflection in the water, when a girl of about fifteen came up to draw water, and so charmed the future writer that there, in the steppe, he began to embrace her and kiss her, and then they stood together at the well a long time, in silence, staring down at their two reflections. He did not want to leave her, and she had forgotten all about her water. He told Suvorin this once, when they were talking about lives being like parallel lines, whether they can ever meet, and love at first sight.

Aleksei Sergeevich Suvorin (1834-1912) was a journalist, newspaper owner and book publisher who was a close friend of Chekhov’s until their differences in 1898 over the Dreyfus Affair (see chapter 11 of Anton Chekhov: A Short Life).

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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Guest post by Alison Miles: Edwardian grandmothers?

Both my grandmothers were children during the reign of Edward VII. My paternal grandmother Dorothy Mabel Angus (Granny Thomas) was born on 2 December 1897 and my maternal grandmother Eleanor Frances Ashton (Granny Goodfield) on 7 April 1898. Granny Thomas was the youngest of six and Granny Goodfield was the second of five.

We have many photos from immediate family to large gatherings. This small family group is the Angus family with Granny Thomas front right leaning against her father’s knee.

The photo below is the Ashtons with Granny Goodfield in the second row from the back, fourth from the left, with long wavy hair tied with bows.

I think both photos were probably taken in the first 10 years of the twentieth century. At the time younger boys wore Eton collars for these formal occasions while little girls and very small boys wore dresses, often white. The older girls and women wore long skirts and high necked blouses with loose fitting bodices.

The big question is, were my grandmothers Edwardians in their outlook and values? Both grandmothers had experienced Edwardian childhood and many of their aspirations and expectations reflected that time.

They both came from families that valued education. John Mortimer Angus had an academic/university career and David Ashton was a schoolmaster/headmaster. My grandmothers went to school until their late teens, where they won prizes, and then on to university. By that stage they both lived in Cardiff and were undergraduates at Cardiff University; Granny Thomas was a modern linguist and Granny Goodfield a scientist. They vaguely remembered each other and I recall Granny Thomas (who was conscious of her more robust figure) saying how glamorous Granny Goodfield was, as a very slim, almost elfin, young woman.

They both suffered the loss of a brother. Granny Thomas’s brother Norman Angus was killed at the Battle of Arras in 1917 aged 27, which apparently contributed to her leaving university before graduating and in 1920 marrying my grandfather, David Arnold Thomas. Granny Goodfield’s young brother David Ashton died aged 10 or so soon after the end of WW1; we thought it was Spanish Flu but later discovered he died of meningitis.

Did ‘Edwardian’ mean anything to me as a child? Not really, but I remember what my grandmothers had in their houses and talked about, as well as their social expectations.

Granny Thomas’s style of home was strongly influenced by Edwardian traditions as well as the architectural movements of the time. Her furniture was oak and mahogany, including tallboys, wardrobes and chests of drawers. There were glass fronted bookcases and my grandfather had a roll top desk, all Edwardian in style.

Overall the feel was substantial and heavy, ideal for their relatively large house.

The house that I remember most clearly was 1 Llandennis Avenue that my Thomas grandparents had built for them in the 1930s, to a design of my grandmother’s, with features reflecting the impact of the Arts and Crafts movement. As you approached the front door there was a solid porch — a very Edwardian feature — and you stepped into a spacious hall with a well-proportioned staircase that took you up to a landing/balcony.

As a very small child I remember visiting Great-Granny Ashton (seated front left in the Ashton family photo above), my Granny Goodfield’s mother, an old lady in a long black dress sitting in a room fairly full of traditional dark furniture, probably more Victorian than Edwardian. I sat on a child’s chair that we now have, shown below (only 25 inches from floor to the top of the back and rather the worse for wear – not surprisingly as it is over 100 years old).

Granny Goodfield’s houses were also full of furniture but they seemed light and airy by comparison. She had gate-legged tables that could fold up easily, comfortable chairs, and plenty of things such as old plates on display (often riveted together where they had broken) and books everywhere.

This table is one that I have inherited.

She also liked cushions, rugs and shawls, so there was a ‘draped’ feel to the soft furnishings. In retrospect she was on the ‘Arts and Crafts’ side, informal and creative.

At the time that my grandmothers were children the British Empire was in full swing. With present-day awareness of outcomes of occupation by a foreign power, it is easy to forget how people thought at the time about the empire. There was pride in the economic, political and administrative changes the British achieved overseas as well as employment opportunities and infrastructure, education and health improvements for the local populations. It was normal to have family and friends working abroad as part of the British establishment. Granny Thomas had family in administrative and teaching jobs in countries in Africa, and two generations (great-great-aunts born in the mid-19th century and great-uncles and cousins born 30 or so years later) were Baptist missionaries in India. A large number of British households had souvenirs, ornaments and furniture from ‘the colonies’ as they were known at the time. I remember a resonant elephant bell that was fun to ring and an Indian brass table/tray that stood on a folding stand. We also have several inherited small ebony elephants as well as a slightly wobbly bedside table of Indian origin.

My educated grandmothers would have thought of themselves as middle class. The social strata of their childhoods were fairly rigid and although everyone knew education was a way to achieve what you wanted (social mobility), it was not always available. My grandfather Goodfield, however, was an excellent example of someone who achieved great things through education after a rural childhood and a spell as a miner in South Wales, studying in the evenings before WW1, then being sponsored to go to theological college.

Both my grandmothers had ingrained views about people’s place in society. By today’s standards they made inappropriate comments about people, e.g. always wanting to know ‘what his/her father does’, and ‘how they made their money’. Those were the days when RP (Received Pronunciation) was an indicator of status; speaking with a regional accent doomed you to the lower classes. They both expected to have help in the house, as would have been the norm for Edwardian households with working class servants. Although Granny Thomas was relatively ‘hands on’ (I remember her cooking, and ‘bustling about’ as she called it, when we stayed), she had a nanny for her children as well as domestic help and a gardener. From the 1940s until she died in the early 80s it was clear that Granny Goodfield was very keen on someone else doing housework etc for her, mainly her children when they were young and later.

Continuing the social theme, an aspect of the middle classes in the early years of the twentieth century was that they always aimed to ‘keep standards up’ and do things that ensured everyone realised you ‘knew what’s what’ and associated with the right people. What now seem totally unnecessary rules were part of keeping society ‘as it should be’ and woe betide anyone who made even the smallest mistake. This was the background to many of the values and expected behaviours that my grandmothers adhered to. Granny Goodfield refused to visit me in my first property, a late nineteenth-century improved two-up, two-down terraced house in Cambridge, because she said it was where families with children who had no shoes lived!

Both grandmothers demonstrated the cultural background of their Edwardian childhoods when it was normal to learn musical instruments and to draw and paint. Granny Goodfield was a very good pianist but she preferred to play Beethoven and Schubert sonatas, so we did not spend much time round the piano singing children’s songs with her in the authentic Edwardian manner. In Granny Thomas’s house there were always books, paper and crayons, and games and toys, from croquet and clock golf to card games and bagatelle, which were good fun for all ages.

So were my grandmothers Edwardians? Do these reminiscences answer the question?

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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‘Chekhov’s Gun’ (Concluded)

In this concluding video on the subject of Chekhov’s Gun, I give a thumbnail sketch of its application in his own plays from Ivanov (1887) to The Cherry Orchard (1904). Since the phrase is so popular (yes, really, I have ascertained that), I confidently expect these dry factual videos to go viral amongst young people and lead to thousands of new sales.

There is certainly an affinity between Chekhov’s Gun and, in the film industry, a MacGuffin, but there are vital differences, which I may perhaps leave to Mr John Pym, our resident film crtitic, to elucidate better than I can. At the end of the day, the origins of these two ‘dramatic principles’ seem equally obscure!

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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The Isle of Wight Entente of 1909

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If there is one book that I wish I had been able to read when I was researching my biography of George Calderon, it is the one above, published last year.

A quarter of it (pp. 231-336) deals with the visit by Nicholas II and his immediate family to Britain, more precisely the Isle of Wight and its Roads, in August 1909. Stephan Roman examines it in meticulous detail, even devoting a chapter to each day that the imperial yacht was anchored there with its Russian naval escort, Edward VII’s own yacht, and the entire British fleet off Spithead. This visit created such a public furore and interest in Russia that I am willing to believe that up in Hampstead it persuaded theatre manager Alfred Wareing and George Calderon that now was the time to launch the first production of a play by Chekhov in Britain, George’s translation of The Seagull three months later at Glasgow Repertory Theatre. Yet I completely overlooked the Tsar’s visit!

The event exemplifies Edward VII’s ‘facilitatory’ role in European diplomacy before 1914. British Socialists and Liberals, as well as the numerous Russian political exiles, bitterly opposed the tsar’s visit. In Parliament, the leader of the Labour Party, Arthur Henderson, excoriated the autocracy’s human rights record and demanded the Liberal government withdraw the invitation. But it had already been decided that this would be not a state visit, but a family visit by a nephew to his uncle (Edward VII), hence the invitation was not to visit London, but the Isle of Wight…which, conveniently, had been both the British royal family’s playground and ‘the apex of an imperial world’ (p. 19) since Queen Victoria and Prince Albert arrived there in 1844 and rebuilt Osborne House. So whilst the King hosted the visit, the British prime minister, foreign secretary and other prominent figures travelled down to the Isle of Wight to conduct their political business.

The ‘business’ was nothing less than to seal a long-prepared alliance with Russia and France which might deter German expansionism. On the outbreak of war, this ‘Triple Entente’ became a military alliance. So the ‘family visit’ was fantastically important, even though the public did not understand it at the time. The British press went mad with articles about Russian fashion, home life and cooking, ‘there was an equal interest in the […] culture of Russians’ (p. 267), and crowds flocked to the Isle of Wight for a glimpse of the Tsar, his enigmatic wife and their ‘lovely girls’ as William Gerhardie described them (they are now strastoterptsy, a special class of Russian Orthodox saints). It seems pretty clear that it was this stellar media event that led to the British ‘Russia mania’ which is conventionally attributed to the 1911 visit by Ballets Russes, and that the latter was an effect not cause. Like it or not, Russia was now our ally.

This blockbuster is really four stories, each of them absorbingly told. First we have the history of Russian royal visits to Britain and the Isle of Wight since Peter the Great’s visitation of Deptford in 1698. Here, for me, the revelation was how many future tsars had lived in Britain before a single British monarch or Prince of Wales travelled to Russia (in 1994). Then there is Nicholas II’s 1909 visit. This moves seamlessly into the story of the rest of his reign and the tragedy at Ekaterinburg  on 17 July 1918. Finally, there is the enclosing story of Stephan Roman’s grandparents’ terrifying escape from the Cheka to Romania in 1922; the whole work is quite rightly dedicated to their memory and ‘the millions of Russians who […] were destroyed by the collapse of the Romanov dynasty’ (p. 392). At a time when an understanding of the longue durée of Russo-British relations could hardly be more relevant and instructive, I thoroughly recommend this book as your holiday reading.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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‘Chekhov’s Gun’ (To be continued)

Sam2 has persuaded me to make four short videos about my recently published short biography of Chekhov and my ra-ther longer 2018 biography of George Calderon. I am completely new to the genre, therefore you should not expect a slick performance, but the videos have the virtue of brevity and I do try to say something!

This video needed several takes, and then a fortnight later I realised I had got something slightly wrong… I say in it that the two quotes from Chekhov about his gun come from 1889 and 1890 respectively. Actually, they both come from 1889, which perhaps bolsters my theory that Chekhov picked the phrase up at the time of Ivanov (1887-89).

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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How would I write it now?

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An author considers his own book.

Many authors never re-read their own books. One can understand why. Some must feel that it’s not necessary as it can’t change anything (unless the book is about to have an ‘improved’ edition). Others, like George Orwell apparently, simply don’t want to. They see themselves as having completed the book and moved on. The very process of writing the book has changed them, so they will inevitably be seeing their work with different eyes, and they don’t want that fuzzy experience, that time-wobble if you like. What’s the point?

I have dipped with increasing regularity into George Calderon: Edwardian Genius since it was published in 2018, in order to check facts in it that I could no longer remember, but I have only just re-read it in its entirety. I’m glad I left it until now, as four years after publication the book genuinely seems as though it was written by someone else!

Whereas in 2018 I proofread it too fast because it was still so fresh in my memory (and therefore missed egregious errors and typos), this time I could manage only about 70 pages a day. I could not read it fast, I had to read slowly and take in every word. However, I’m glad to say this wasn’t hard work, I wanted to keep reading it, and I was more impressed than I was expecting. But after each 70 pages, I was still amazed at how many pages there were left. There’s no getting round it, it’s a long book! Readers will chuckle: they know this, yet I hadn’t really grasped it.

Naturally, if I could write the book now I would be able to tell readers exactly who Professor Rose and Mrs Shapta were, which would be significant additions, and I would have to devote pages to an examination of the manuscript of George’s and William Caine’s 1914 pantomime The Brave Little Tailor, which came to light in the last stages of writing my book. This could reveal a lot about George’s perception of Time. I think I would also, with the help of the best college historian in Oxford, delve more deeply into George’s undergraduate life there, as I have become more aware of the importance of Oxford networks in his political and theatrical lives. I would explore his love of mathematics more, as well as his surprising interest in ‘nature’ and his pathways deep into Edwardian journalism. I might well be tempted to introduce footnotes, as (like some reviewers) I found it annoying at times that no specific archival or bibliographic reference was given and I could no longer remember some sources myself…

Above all, if I were writing the book now I think I would slim it by at least a third. I was surprised by how long it takes to get to George’s birth (p. 95) and how many pages there still are after his death (fifty-two). I would contemplate cutting everything about Earlham and Kittie’s relationships before meeting George, and everything about the rest of Kittie’s life after she had secured his literary legacy in 1924. Perhaps I was over-influenced by the fact that my predecessor, Percy Lubbock, had begun his George Calderon: A Sketch from Memory with Earlham and Kittie’s first marriage? Perhaps I was subconsciously drawn into telling the whole of Kittie’s life post-George by the discovery that she died on my second birthday, i.e. inside my own life, and knew local Kentish figures, very likely my own great-aunt and great-uncle at Ashford?

But I was a very different person when I wrote the book between 2011 and 2018. George and Kittie previously had no public profile, I had discovered their entire extant archive, and I think it’s understandable that I wanted to get everything in because they might never have another chance. Also, I was gripped by the excitement of discovering their lives in greater and greater detail; so I wanted to tell their story rather than write an academic biography. And I wanted to explore Edwardian Life and contrast it with Victorian Life, which meant a more expansive approach embracing Earlham and the Corbet family. I now find it unsettling and disconcerting that the ‘present’ of the War takes over on p. 367 as though the book were a novel, but again it was what I wanted in that great centenary. Today I might say the book was ‘too ambitious’… Equally, however, I see more clearly than before that it could never have been comparably produced by a commercial publisher, and I feel completely vindicated in having brought it out myself.

One day, fifty or a hundred years hence, a shorter, more honed, very differently focussed, more deeply considered biography of George Calderon will be written (i.e. not of George and Kittie together). Because I used no footnotes, the author will have to research the primary sources from scratch at the Houghton Library, Harvard, which I think will be healthy. I am sure she will make a very good job of  it, and find a commercial publisher.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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Man of sorrows

I was not planning or expecting to write this, but I feel I must, whether I prove right or wrong, because we all ought to be aware that the Russo-Ukrainian War is now at a critical point. It is the most deeply dangerous moment for both Ukraine and its president.

As I write, despite all prognostications and the Ukrainians’ lack of some even basic military equipment, the Russians still have not taken Severo-Donetsk. The Ukrainian resistance, fighting block by block, has been incredible. One is tempted to say that it amounts to a victory even if it is only producing attritional stalemate. But the key factor in the eastern region is the Russians’ heavy artillery and missile bombardment. They intend simply to destroy everything in front of them, as in Chechnia and Syria, then move forwards. The Ukrainians are outgunned, they are losing up to 200 soldiers a day, and the Russian force is at least seven times larger.

The US European Command’s ‘International Donation Coordination Centre’ in Stuttgart is efficient and working day and night to supply the Ukrainians with the heavy weapons and medium-range missiles that are vital to stem the Russian advance. But can they, or anyone else, do this fast enough? As the leading military figures in this logistical operation constantly stress, the issue is balanced on a knife edge. Zelensky’s increasingly desperate appeals for western weapons say it all.

But his and his people’s determination to drive the invader out, i.e. to win, is also being threatened from another quarter. The world’s media are beginning to suffer from war-fatigue. A reputable Berlin-based poll of European public opinion shows a clear majority (35% against 23%) in favour of, quote, ‘Europe seeking to end the war as soon as possible, even if it means Ukraine making concessions’, which can only mean recognising Russian illegal seizure of Crimea and Donbas. By ‘Europe’ is meant mainly the EU, which it so happens Ukraine has long wanted to join. Last week the de facto leaders of the EU, Emmanuel Macron, Olaf Scholz and Mario Draghi, were in Kyiv ostensibly supporting Zelensky (although Scholz in particular has delivered very little military aid so far). Shortly afterwards, the EU announced it had given Ukraine its long desired ‘candidate’ status for joining the EU. Like ‘European Public Opinion’, these EU leaders favour an ‘end to the war as soon as possible’. Even the Pope believes the war is partly NATO’s fault. It is only pragmatic to assume, therefore, that Zelensky and his government were under pressure to ‘make peace’ in exchange for EU membership.

This would be a disaster for Zelensky, even if (which seems unlikely) it were approved in the referendum he has always said would have to be held on a deal with the Russians. It is difficult to see how he and his followers could politically survive an EU-sponsored ‘peace’. But if we don’t give the Ukrainians the arms to do what they actually want to do — defeat Russia — what alternative would they have? ‘Europe’ would have coerced them into it and destroyed a political leader head and shoulders above all of them.

What ‘Europe’ does not seem to realise (or does it?) is that such a peace deal could only be an Armistice until Putin was militarily ready to break it. On that occasion he would undoubtedly attempt a successful direct assault on Kyiv, as his avowed object has always been to turn the country into a vassal state like Belorussia. It would in effect be an ‘appeasement deal’. Putin does not do peace any more than Adolf Hitler did. A ‘peace deal’ with Putin would solve absolutely nothing, unless NATO used the breathing space to arm Ukraine so effectively that it could win the war in the second round. But does the West have the will to do that? Many wise, experienced British commentators fear that it doesn’t and that the EU and NATO are going to sell Ukraine out.

You see why I think we are at a terrible moment.

It is quite possible that Putin will propose making ‘peace’ if/when Donbas is taken, and that EU leaders will fall for it, splitting the EU, NATO and the West.

I fear that the only way for Ukraine to win is for the West to play and beat Putin at his own game of ‘special military operations’, i.e. for several sovereign states (the UK, France, Poland, Germany?) to join Ukraine in the field. We would not be ‘at war’ with Russia, you understand; it would just be a ‘special military operation’ to defend another European democracy…

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‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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No place like Home

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Ukrainian literature is flourishing, even or especially as the war rages. Perhaps this will not surprise you, as whenever we see and hear Ukrainians on our televisions they are lively, articulate, cultured, witty, open to the world and dialogue, which I’m afraid one can’t usually say of their Russian counterparts. The novel The Children of Grad, just published in a translation by Michael Pursglove and Natalia Pniushkova, is the only contemporary Ukrainian novel I have read, but I must say it’s a masterpiece of freshness, realism, psychology, ethical focus, folklore, and even political allegory.

It opens in 1994, three years after Ukraine became independent. Four children between the ages of eleven and fourteen abscond from a boarding school/orphanage basically because it is still a Soviet institution, where they are particularly terrorised by the Communist native Russian-language teacher. They are led by the eldest child, Slavik, to ‘Grad’ (‘The City’), which is to be the Utopia where they will be happy and free from adults. Their journey to Grad involves them in vivid adventures.

So far, so Huckleberry Finn. Grad, however, turns out to be a remote, tumbledown farmstead with no mod cons. The children have to evade detection, they steal from villages, attempt to grow food, fall ill, and argue. One of them is a Crimean Tatar, Akim, who turns to drink when Slavik ‘marries’ his eleven-year-old sister. She becomes pregnant and dies. The narrator is torn between his gang-loyalty to Slavik and his awareness of Christian morality. Akim is accidentally killed in a fight with Slavik. To conceal the death, Slavik burns Grad down with Akim’s corpse in it. Slavik and the narrator, Vitka, then go on the run again, ‘to find our own, real Grad’ as Slavik puts it, but he dies of injury in a snowstorm, after confessing to an earlier murder. The Children of Grad is more Lord of the Flies and Dostoevskii, than Mark Twain.

The novel’s finale, though, is both fine and unromantically hopeful. Towards the end of his time at Grad, the narrator had wanted more and more to go ‘home’, either to the original boarding school (where the headmistress and the beautiful Ukrainian-language teacher Fauna were good people), or to his dysfunctional parents; but he had been too afraid of Slavik to say so. After Slavik’s death, Vitka is saved from suicide by an officer-veteran of the Afghan war, Daddy Misha, who adopts him and gives him a new, happy life. But ‘for many years I dreamed at night of Grad’. When Vitka is over thirty (i.e. in about 2015) he revisits the ruins of Grad. On its wall he scratches his unspoken wish of long ago: ‘I want to go back home’. These are the last words of the novel. Such is its multi-contextuality that ‘home’ could mean his home town, parents who really parent, the Grey Willow Boarding School, his home with Daddy Misha, or a greater Home — Ukraine itself.

This is a gripping, provocative, eviscerating, at times deeply poetic work; a remarkable achievement by Maria Miniailo and the translators that I commend strongly to Calderonia’s followers who wish to know Ukraine.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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The Edwardian Re-turn

I hope you will forgive my pun on the title of one of the seminal works about the Edwaaaardian (as they pronounced it) era, Samuel Hynes’s The Edwardian Turn of Mind.

A hundred and seven years ago today, at just after noon, George Calderon was killed in the Third Battle of Krithia. One day in the future, I imagine, DNA will enable forensic scientists to say which of the 2226 graves of unidentified servicemen at Twelve Tree Copse Cemetery on the Gallipoli Peninsula contains George’s remains.

I shall observe a two-minute silence and raise a glass today in George’s memory and to honour his self-sacrifice in the war against Kaiser Wilhelm II’s demented project of a Greater Germany — a self-sacrifice that robbed the British theatre of such a promising playwright and nearly destroyed his wife Kittie.

It was a slightly unnerving coincidence to receive the copies of my biography George Calderon: Edwardian Genius from Clays, the printers, at just after noon on 4 June 2018. Sam&Sam now have 131 copies left, and are about to embark on what may be our last marketing surge to reduce that number to a core which will only be sold at their full retail price of £30. Thirty were earmarked for Russianists at the 2022 BASEES Conference, which we could not attend because of the invasion of Ukraine, but I would be happy to offer those to followers of Calderonia with the same discount, i.e. priced at £20. We also have left nine pristine copies with their original claret bellyband and bookmark as from the printer on 4 June 2018. Judging from Antiques Roadshow, I should price these copies now at £50. If you would like to buy copies at these two prices, please contact me at mail@patrickmiles.co.uk. Postage will be free.

For a variety of reasons, it seems appropriate to return for a few months to the original Edwardian theme of Calderonia. I haven’t read my biography from cover to cover since 2018, so I shall do that (with trepidation) and my reactions will form the subject of our first Edwardian Return post. There will also be guest posts, and the series will be interrupted from time to time to comment on the war and other issues.

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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Very Old Cambridge Tales: 2

SNAPSHOTS OF CAMBRIDGE

Ron Shakespeare’, a casual at the Arts, was so plastered the other evening that he actually got caught on stage at the end of a scene-change. The Stage Manager did his nut and threatened this time to fire him.

‘All right, all right – but first you give me an appearance fee!’ quipped ‘Ron’.

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The other day, just after the April snow, I was accosted by a burly American girl with a pair of opera glasses round her neck, who was wandering along the Backs looking for the Bird Sanctuary.

‘You know, the most amazing thing,’ she said, is there don’t seem to be any hummingbirds here…’

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A certain lecturer in moral philosophy was so liberal that when served by the nice Nigerian girl in the University Library tea-room, he couldn’t bring himself to ask for a ‘white’ coffee.

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I called on old Addley and was relieved to discover that he had been able to resume his dissertation on William Gerhardie. Some chrysalids, which appeared all over his box-files and card-indexes when caterpillars crept in through his open windows last September, had hatched in the recent warm weather and the butterflies flown away.

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Tucked away in a dank corner of our College gardens, I discovered a small dry-stone wall. It seemed to serve absolutely no purpose, so I asked an Adam who was tilling a flower-bed nearby, what it was doing there.

‘Those are pieces of boys’ hearts, sir,’ he replied with a wag of his head. ‘We keep finding them all round the College, now that the Women are up.’

                                                *                  *                  *

The General Election. Dr M., Master of X., wanted to put up a VOTE LABOUR board on a tree overhanging the pavement from his garden. Appropriately enough, he rang up the Junior Bursar to send round a workman.

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I was in Gallyon’s poring over a case-full of spinners. One of those Trinity toffs came in – cavalry twills, Viyella shirt, cheese-cutter – strode up to the counter, and quacked: ‘I want a dozen No. 8 hooks and a ton of shit! Er, I mean a tin of…’

                                                                                 KULYGIN

© Patrick Miles, 1978

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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Very Old Cambridge Tales: 1

A LETTER TO THE EDITOR OF GRANTA

POEM:

Horror

O

The Studio,
Fowlmere.
4.11.67                                                                                                      

Dear Sir,

Many of your readers will be aware of the present popularity of Concrete Poetry.

We Concrete Poets aim at expression by emphasizing the meaninglessness of the words we use.

Poetry today should be as much a part of one’s normal life as lavatory paper or cornflakes, and we therefore treat words as expendable, consumable commodities like these. The days when words had associations are over. We can no longer speak of the ‘meaning’ of a word in a poem, only its independent, abstract presence.

We arrange words in such a way that, if you had not ‘read’ them first, you would be able to tell what they were trying to say by the configuration they are set in. This is much more demanding than mere reading.

Thus a spectator at a concrete poem might spend several hours, or even a day or two, if he has the patience, contemplating such a poem, whereas with most previous poetry it took far less to understand the poet. This is one of the advances we must credit Concrete Poetry with.

I offer above one of my latest word sculptures, which you may like to print along with this letter to show those of your readers unacquainted as yet with CP that there is ‘something in it’. In all modesty, in this poem I believe you will perceive a synthesis of form and ‘meaning’ scarcely excelled by Homer, Virgil, Shakespeare, Milton, Keats, or Eliot.

The vast, empty spaces of white within and outside the poem, and its complete, endless form, articulate an absolute and perfect expression of the isolation of horror, and by extension the poem is the ultimate existential expression of Man’s loneliness in the face of the Universe.

Moreover, the longer you contemplate the poem (which I believe may be the shortest ever penned), the more revelationary and ‘meaningful’ it becomes. This is not to mention a possible Freudian interpretation.

                                                                         Yours sincerely,

                                                                                     ERWIN J. BUNTHORPE

© Patrick Miles, 1967

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SOME RESPONSES TO GEORGE CALDERON: EDWARDIAN GENIUS 

‘This meticulous yet nimble book is bound to remain the definitive account of Calderon’s life’ Charlotte Jones, The Times Literary Supplement

‘The effort of detection, it must be said, was worth it. The biography is a delight to read.’ Emeritus Professor Laurence Brockliss, The London Magazine

‘It is a masterly synthesis of your own approach with scholarship and very judicious discussion of the evidence.’ Emeritus Professor Catherine Andreyev, historian

‘This comprehensive, meticulously researched and highly readable biography, which the author describes as a “story” rather than an academic biography…’  Michael Pursglove, East-West Review

‘A monumental scholarly masterpiece that gives real insight into how the Edwardians viewed the world.’Arch Tait, Translator of Natalya Rzhevskaya’s Memoirs of a Wartime Interpreter

‘The book is written with great assurance and the reader always feels in safe hands. I liked the idea of it being a story and I read it the same way I would read a novel.’ Harvey Pitcher, writer

‘Presents the Edwardian age, and Calderon in particular, as new and forward-looking.’ Emeritus Professor Michael Alexander, in Trinity College, Oxford, Report 2017-18

A review by DAMIAN GRANT appears in the comments to Calderonia’s 7 September post.

A review by JOHN DEWEY appears on Amazon UK.

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A writer-publisher’s Ukrainian diary: 5

7 May 2022
People are, I know, frightened by Putin’s threats to use nuclear weapons. I have suggested that even western leaders have been sufficiently frightened by these threats to be militarily unproactive. This means that Putin doesn’t need to use nuclear weapons, it’s enough to possess them and threaten to use them. However, the massive joint Finnish-British-American-Estonian-Latvian military exercises in SW Finland last week seem to have very effectively shut him up on the subject. This must prove something.

Would Putin use nuclear weapons, whether tactical or not? A spokesman for Russia’s Ministry of Foreign Affairs said yesterday that ‘Russia firmly abides by the principle that there can be no victors in a nuclear war and it must not be unleashed’. That’s clear, then. Not quite. He added: ‘Russia must be ready for any provocations whatsoever from Ukraine and the West’, which surely means ‘ready with nuclear weapons to respond to nuclear provocations’. But ‘nuclear provocations’ have so far come only from the Russian side…

9 May 
At the beginning of the war, Boris Yel’tsin’s daughter came out against it, prominent figures resigned from their state posts, hundreds of Orthodox priests signed a petition against it, thousands went on the streets to demonstrate against it, other thousands (including high-ups like economist Anatolii Chubais) simply left Russia in protest. But why didn’t Mikhail Gorbachev publicly express his opinion about it?

I have heard no explanation of this. Gorbachev is now ninety-one and quite frail, but he has always been such a great talker that my guess is he is gagged by some deal that Putin set up, with threats, years ago. In 2016 Gorbachev said he approved of Putin’s annexation of Crimea and would have done the same himself. He hasn’t come out and said this of the Russo-Ukrainian War, so perhaps he actually opposes it.

Curiously enough, Gorbachev may have made an extremely significant intervention just before the invasion was launched. His interpreter and now associate in the Gorbachev Foundation, Pavel Palazhchenko, stated, contrary to Putin’s then narrative, that western leaders in talks with Gorbachev in 1990 made no promises regarding NATO expansion into Poland, Czechoslavakia, Hungary and so forth, consequently no promises were broken when these countries eventually joined NATO, inflaming Putin’s paranoia. American officials involved in the Baker-Gorbachev negotiations have confirmed this.

But why did Palazhchenko express this outright denial of the Putin narrative, not Gorbachev? If Gorbachev had, he would presumably have been harrassed by Putin for breaking their deal, whereas Palazhchenko was protected by his boss’s stature. Palazhchenko could not have made this contribution unilaterally, I think.

10 May
A prophetic statement?

Yel’tsin explained [1991] that the Commonwealth of Independent States was the only choice on the table: ‘The main task was not to have Russia and Ukraine on the opposite sides of the barricades.’ If Ukraine had its own Army, currency, state borders, ‘there would be no peace between Russia and Ukraine.’ […] Had Russia not agreed with Ukraine, ‘tomorrow our reality could be a trade blockade, closed borders, and economic wars… The worst that could have happened would be a war using nuclear weapons.’

The quotation comes from Vladislav Zubok’s monumental but riveting Collapse: The Fall of the Soviet Union (Yale University Press, 2021), p. 409. Yel’tsin is a much maligned figure. He was not at all minded to give Ukraine its independence, but in the end was persuaded that it was the right thing — within CIS, which was intended to be as loose as the British Commonwealth. What stands out in this book is the fundamental integrity of most of the political players in perestroika and the collapse, compared with Russia today.

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11 May
I was struck by the body language of those with whom Putin interacted at the Victory Day celebration in Moscow — military, veterans of World War 2, and civilians. They treated him gingerly, but not because they were frightened of him. I swear they weren’t. There was even a smiling sort of gentleness and humanity towards the deranged dictator. I couldn’t make out what it reminded me of, but have now put my finger on it: the last years of Leonid Brezhnev’s rule, when he was a walking invalid, even zombie, yet was treated with almost touching respect. (There is something elementally Russian about this, perhaps Orthodox at root.) Putin, with his livid colour and bloated face, could not possibly be described as a well man. Presumably those closest to him know the truth or otherwise about an impending cancer operation, but as I read it Russians sense he is finished,  whether clinically, morally or politically. Perhaps this collective intuition has even caused Putin’s decimated and humiliated generals in Ukraine to play for time. Putin may have committed to a protracted war in Ukraine, but will he live long enough to see it through?

Personally, I think Russians’ support for Putin’s war has declined to 50-55%. A sure sign is that more irony about him is emerging from Russia, in the form of wordplay and anecdotes. The word pobedobesie has been coined, for instance, meaning roughly ‘fiendish obsession with having won World War 2’, and the subtle ampirator. What Putin aspires to be is a Russian imperator like Alexander III, but ampirator suggests that he is not the real thing, only a piece of the Empire (ampir) Style furniture that he surrounds himself with. Meanwhile, apparently, just as Stalin was known amongst the narod (people) as Riaboi (Pock Face), so Putin is referred to as starik v bunkere (the old man in a bunker).

Mr Putin is 69.

14 May
Some of the visits by western celebrities to Ukraine begin to look like the embarrassing phenomenon of high profile people jumping on the latest band wagon. I do think it’s dangerous for Ukraine, as it trivialises what is a brutal war for independence. Always patient and polite, Zelensky did not seem comfortable during his encounters with Nancy Pelosi or Pierre Trudeau in Kiev; I am glad that, as a skilled actor, he managed to convey at all times that his mind was on far more serious things than celebrity culture. Celebrity visits like Nancy Pelosi’s and Jill Biden’s also risk the impression that Ukraine is going to be americanised. This would be a disaster for it, as it would prove Putin ‘right’ about the U.S. fighting a ‘proxy war’. The whole point about the war is that Ukraine has become a European nation state. As its Foreign Minister said recently, ‘Ukraine is the only place in Europe where people are dying for the values the EU is based on’.

Even in the midst of such life-and-death seriousness, Zelensky retains his comedic sense. Lots of people in its history have invaded Ukraine, he said recently, and Ukraine has always beaten them back. ‘Invaders can’t resist treading on the same rake.’ Brilliant!

16 May
I doubt whether I shall continue this commentary on Ukrainian events in the same form. For one thing, the delay between my writing an entry and it reaching you, the readers, can be a bit too long. But there are other reasons for pausing it, which I can’t reveal until the war is over, but which you may be able to imagine given the origins of Sam&Sam. Naturally, I will post in real time if/when there are dramatic developments.

The anger and disgust that the invasion evoked in me led me to express myself more frankly about Russia and Putinism in these ‘diaries’ than at any time in the past twenty years. I haven’t been to Russia since I was made persona non grata by the KGB in 1981, and I kept everything pretty bottled until February 2022. I don’t think you need (or want!) more from me on those subjects. I think my take on Putin’s Russia is clear.

Slava Ukraini!

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