George Gissing: ‘New Grub Street’

George Gissing

George Gissing

George Gissing is, in some ways, a forgotten author.  His subject matter was unrelentingly grim, his world view invariably pessimistic and his work lacked any hint of literary experimentation.  Perhaps, then, one might say he deserves to be forgotten.  But that would be to overlook his unique achievement as one of the most resonant voices of the neglected margins of late Victorian society and, above all, as one of the first great London writers.

Gissing was born in Wakefield in 1857 to middle-class parents.  A brilliant scholar, he attended university but was sent down after stealing from fellow students to fund his affair with a prostitute with whom he had fallen in love.  Gissing spent much of his working life in penury in the Clerkenwell and Islington areas of London. But a late blossoming of his career brought him literary acceptance and some degree of financial security in his final years.  George Gissing died in France at the age of forty-six.

New Grub StreetGissing’s career coincided with the decline of the circulating libraries and their grip on British literary life.  For almost two generations these libraries, most notably Mudie’s, had dominated the market for fiction; they made the weighty three-volume novel the norm and held down the earnings of writers.  By the 1880s, however, their dominance began to decline with new publishers beginning to produce cheaper, slimmer volumes and a blossoming of new magazines aimed at the mass-market.

In New Grub Street Gissing highlights the threats and opportunities this new mass culture offers.  Edwin Reardon, a gifted scholar, finds some initial success in writing fiction.  He gives up his job as a clerk and spends most of his earnings from writing on a European trip.  He then marries the socially ambitious Amy Yule, who is dazzled by his apparent literary talent.  Under pressure to produce, and unwilling to compromise his artistic ideals to meet the demands of the market, he struggles: 

For months he had been living in this way; endless circling, perpetual beginning, followed by frustration.  A sign of exhaustion, it of course made exhaustion more complete. At times he was on the border-land of imbecility; his mind looked into a cloudy chaos, a shapeless whirl of nothings.

Eventually, both Reardon’s health and his marriage collapse.  Like many of Gissing’s male characters, his depiction of Reardon betrays a degree of self-portraiture.  Indeed, Gissing turned out New Grub Street in just two months, a rate of 4,000 words a day; much the same as that demanded of Edwin Reardon in Gissing’s book.

The title of the novel refers back to ‘Grub Street’, an area once located off Moorfields which became synonymous in eighteenth-century London with hack-writers and a commodified publishing industry.  In New Grub Street, Gissing represents a literary world that is blighted by overbearing commerce, greed and exploitation.  But not all his characters suffer at the hands of these forces.  Whilst Reardon and his friend Biffen represent the past, Reardon’s acquaintance and fellow writer, Jasper Milvain, is portrayed as a man of his times.  He grasps every commercial opportunity and makes the most of his limited talents:

Literature nowadays is a trade.  Putting aside men of genius, who may succeed by mere cosmic force, your successful man of letters is your skilful tradesman.  He thinks first and foremost of the markets. 

This is a literary world centred on London.  Reardon tries to argue that this should not be so in an impassioned conversation with Biffen:

It’s a huge misfortune, this will-o’-the-wisp attraction exercised by London on young men of brains. They come here to be degraded, or to perish, when their true sphere is a life of peaceful remoteness. The type of man capable of success in London is more or less callous and cynical. If I had the training of boys, I would teach them to think of London as the last place where life can be lived worthily.

But Jasper Milvain’s success suggests otherwise.  He is able to exploit the opportunities the London literary market presents; a market driven by reviews, publicity and alliances.  

Grub Street - renamed Milton Street in 1830

Grub Street – renamed Milton Street in 1830

A mood of pessimism hangs over the London of New Grub Street and Gissing despairs of the fate of the creative individual when faced with the increasingly commercial world of publishing.  For Gissing, who learned about hardship at first hand and experienced artistic disappointment during his time in London, the city represents nothing but ugliness and despair.  He writes of a despair so profound that it leads to Biffen’s decision to attempt to take his own life:

One must go far in suffering before the innate will-to-live is thus truly  overcome; weariness of bodily anguish may induce this perversion of the instincts; less often, that despair of suppressed emotion which had fallen upon Harold. Through the night he kept his thoughts fixed on death in its aspect of repose, of eternal oblivion. And herein he had found solace.

Yet Gissing evokes a more traditional image of London when he describes the view from Reardon’s bachelor flat early on in New Grub Street:

The green ridge from Hampstead to Highgate, with Primrose Hill and the foliage of Regent’s Park in the foreground; the suburban spaces of St John’s Wood, Maida Vale, Kilburn; Westminster Abbey and the Houses of Parliament, lying low by the side of the hidden river, and a glassy gleam on far-off hills which meant the Crystal Palace; then the clouded majesty of eastern London, crowned by St Paul’s dome.  These things one’s friends were expected to admire.

But this is not Gissing’s London.  New Grub Street concerns itself no further with the kind of aesthetic evocation of a panoramic landscape of the city that this passage suggests.  Instead, the book presents us with, in John Goode’s words, a London of struggling writers ‘living in a middle-class style on a working-class income’.

There is a consistent image in Gissing’s books that echoes the works of certain earlier writers, most notably Blake.  This is the image of the man walking through the city.  New Grub Street offers numerous examples of the plot being moved forward by a character walking the city streets.  Reardon frequently walks by Amy’s mother’s house in the hope of seeing his estranged wife and Biffen walks to Putney Hill to end his life.   Public transport is only used on special occasions.  In one notable episode Reardon and Biffen travel by cab to London Bridge Station when Reardon is summoned to Brighton because of his son’s illness.  

The British Museum Reading Room

The British Museum Reading Room

All attempts to escape the oppressive treadmill of life as a struggling writer in London seem doomed to failure.  Biffen’s masterwork is published, but fails to satisfy the tastes of the mass market.  The city, however, empowers some: Jasper Milvain embraces the commercial opportunities offered by literary London and grows in wealth and influence.

But Gissing is less concerned with the causes of poverty than with the human facts.  New Grub Street drives home the every day indignities resulting from poverty.  We learn, from our first encounter with the impoverished writer, Harold Biffen, that:

His excessive meagreness would all but have qualified him to enter an exhibition in the capacity of living skeleton, and the garments which hung upon this framework would perhaps have sold for three-and-sixpence at an old-clothes dealer’s.

With the growth of the city came a commoditising of literature, with changes to technology and a growth in literacy creating the beginnings of a mass culture centred on London.  There was also a growth in the power of the London-based reviewer and an expansion in the influence of advertising.  Through Milvain’s rise and Reardon’s decline, this process is acted out in the pages of New Grub Street.  Gissing suggests an industrialisation of writing and a pandering to the limited expectations and tastes of the masses.  Through Marian Yule he takes this notion further and imagines a writing machine:

But surely before long some Edison would make the true automaton; the problem must be comparatively such a simple one.  Only to throw in a given number of old books, and have them reduced, blended, modernised into a single one for today’s consumption. 

The burgeoning mass culture of the late-Victorian era grew as a result of increased literacy rates following the Education Act of 1870 and changes to the technologies of printing and distribution; there was an increase in the spread of mass-circulation periodicals such as Tit Bits.  Talking about his proposed new periodical, Chit-Chat, in New Grub Street, Reardon’s other friend, Whelpdale, suggests that ‘everything must be very short, two inches at the utmost; their attention can’t sustain itself beyond two inches’. He goes on to explain his thinking:

Let me explain my principle. I would have the paper address itself to the quarter-educated; that is to say, the great new generation that is being turned out by the Board schools, the young men and women who can just read, but are incapable of sustained attention.

Given Gissing’s pessimistic views on the development of the publishing industry in London, it is perhaps inevitable that New Grub Street should end in tragedy for the idealistic and good fortune for the unscrupulous.  By the concluding chapters Edwin Reardon and his wife Amy are reconciled as a result of the tragic death of their son.  But Reardon’s health, after long years of poverty, finally gives way and he dies soon after.  Penniless and now friendless Biffen embraces suicide once more, and this time he succeeds.  Jasper Milvain, on the other hand, prospers.  He marries into money and secures an influential editorship.

Blue plaque at Phene Street, Chelsea, where Gissing lived 1882-4
Blue plaque at Phene Street, Chelsea, where Gissing lived 1882-4

Gissing’s great achievement in New Grub Street is to capture a moment in British social history.  He gives the reader a unique insight into the world of the Victorian hack-writer and creates a protagonist who tries to hold to his ideals while balanced on the cusp of a massive upheaval in the publishing industry.  This was a world of which Gissing had ample first-hand experience.  He suggests that only the exceptional individual can break free.    More often than not he or she will go under, as does Edwin Reardon, or prosper but deteriorate morally, like Jasper Milvain.

The literary world evoked in New Grub Street has gone.  However, the same forces that Gissing describes in this book are at work in the publishing industry of today: an industry driven by technological change and too often motivated by status, greed and power.

 

New Grub Street Today

Grub Street is used today as a pejorative term.  It represents an attitude, an approach to writing that results in something both cheap and disposable.  But it was once a physical location too, situated in the Moorfields area of the City of London.  The home of minor publishers and hack-writers, Grub Street was named after the refuse ditch or ‘grub’ that originally ran along its length.

Grub Street
Grub Street

Perhaps to allay its growing notoriety, the street was renamed Milton Street in 1830.  Much of the old Milton Street was destroyed by the Luftwaffe in World War Two and has since been subsumed into the Barbican development.  If there is a ‘New’ Grub Street of today, perhaps it exists not so much in the world of print, but within the internet and satellite broadcasting.

One location portrayed at length in New Grub Street is the magnificent British Museum Reading Room.  It is here that Reardon and Biffen do much of their research and where Reardon meets Amy’s cousin, Marian Yule.  The Reading Room remains in its original form but many of its key research functions have now moved to the British Library on Euston Road.

Milton Street - Basher Eyre, Creative Commons

Milton Street – Basher Eyre, Creative Commons

Of course the names of New Grub Street’s chief protagonists, Edwin Reardon and Jasper Milvain may seem familiar to regular listeners of BBC Radio 4.  The comedy show Ed Reardon’s Week features an acerbic struggling writer called Ed Reardon and his wealthier and more successful friend, Jaz Milvane.

 

 

This piece, by Bobby Seal, was first published on Andrew Whitehead’s excellent London Fictions website in June 2013:  www.londonfictions.com

 

Further Reading

Paul Delany, George Gissing: A Life (London, Weidenfeld & Nicholson, 2008)

John Goode, George Gissing: Ideology and Fiction (London, Vision Press, 1978)

Peter Keating, The Haunted Study (London, Faber & Faber, 1989)

Jacob Korg, George Gissing: A Critical Biography (Brighton, Harvester Press, 1980)

Sally Ledger and Roger Luckhurst (Eds), The Fin de Siecle: A Reader in Cultural History c.1880 – 1920 (Oxford, Oxford University Press, 2000)

Adrian Poole, Gissing in Context (London, Macmillan, 1975)

John Spiers (Ed), Gissing and the City (London, Palgrave Macmillan, 2005)

Raymond Williams, The Country and the City (Oxford, Oxford University Press, 1973)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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One Year – Week 17

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

 

10 January 2014January 10th 2014

Sunny intervals

Moves to end flood precautions delay

He found it useful to feign deafness

 

 

11 January 2014January 11th 2014

Sunny

Labour plan for ‘teacher licences’

He added her name to his list of people to whom he should apologise, knowing none of those apologies would ever be voiced

 

12 January 2014January 12th 2014

Light cloud

UK ‘working on benefit restrictions’

Each new day pregnant with possibility, yet every one ending in disappointment

 

13 January 2014January 13th 2014

Sunny intervals

PM promises council ‘fracking’ boost

A glow of light at the eastern horizon; dawn crawls up the ladder of sky, a rosy-pink new-born

 

14 January 2014January 14th 2014

Clear sky

Egypt holds vote on new constitution

Thoughts of Spring, and yet a fear that Winter’s worst is still  to come

 

15 January 2014January 15th 2014

Light cloud

Osborne in ‘decline’ warning to EU

Watching his thoughts, watching his anxieties, but declining to own them

 

16 January 2014January 16th 2014

Sunny intervals

Military cuts ‘limit UK world role’

He turned his thoughts to conspiracy theories, surely he could come up with one of his own?

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

 

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One Year – Week 16

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

3 January 2014January 3rd 2014

Heavy rain shower

UK faces flooding as tides peak

I saw the New Year in on a shed roof.  I think it was my shed

 

4 January 2014January 4th 2014

Light rain

UK braced for more stormy weather

… and the postman tried to attack me with his handheld delivery device

 

5 January 2014January 5th 2014

Sunny intervals

PM pledges to ‘protect’ state pension

Swimming with the stream rather than against it; what a novel idea

 

6 January 2014January 6th 2014

Clear sky

‘Year of hard truths’, Osborne warns

He took all the clouds from the sky and laid them out flat on a very large canvas

 

7 January 2014January 7th 2014

Light rain shower

MPs’ fears over Defra budget cuts

The truth is, I miss Copenhagen

 

 

8 January 2014January 8th 2014

Partly cloudy

Four killed in helicopter crash

I have no idea what the retirement age is for bank robbers

 

9 January 2014January 9th 2014

Sunny intervals

Duggan shooting prompts camera move

The escalator of generational change; far superior to that game-show conveyor belt

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

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One Year – Week 15

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

27 December 2013December 27th 2013

Heavy rain

Storms return to batter UK

‘the first flakes of snow on my tongue’

 

 

28 December 2013December 28th 2013

Sunny

Power company to boost storm payouts

Her new poem, a precious winter gift

 

 

29 December 2013December 29th 2013

Sunny

North Sea rescue after fire on ferry

A tree trunk floats by on the swollen waters of the Dee.  A sleek U-boat heading for Chester weir

 

30 December 2013December 30th 2013

Heavy rain

New deadly bomb strikes Russian city

Fingers long, wrinkled red, salt water raw

 

 

31 December 2013December 31st 2013

Heavy rain

NI Haass talks end without agreement

Beach treasure trove: coloured glass worn smooth

 

1 January 2014January 1st 2014

Light rain shower

UK work controls on migrants to end

Rousing, as if from sleep, he realised there was a room in his house he had never entered

 

2 January 2014January 2nd 2014

Sunny

Rail fare rise comes into effect

From downstairs, the sound of a piano

 

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

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Psychogeographic Review’s Recommendations – January 2014

 

This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading:

 

RogersJohn Rogers – ‘This Other London: Adventures in the Overlooked City’ (2013)

Ten walks to some of the lesser known parts of London in the ever-engaging company of writer and film-maker, John Rogers.  Many of John’s obsessions will be familiar to Resonance FM listeners who followed his Ventures & Adventures in Topography show with Nick Papadimitriou.  This is a great fireside read for a dreich winter’s evening, but it is also a book which makes one want to get out and walk, preferably in the company of someone as knowledgeable and entertaining as John Rogers.

 

AdcockFleur Adcock – ‘Glass Wings’ (2013)

Taking as her muse the frail, see-through beauty of the wings of flying insects, Fleur Adcock digs deep into memories from her early life in New Zealand and thoughts from her current home in London.  Nature, family, love and loss are all explored in this collection.  Though traditional in her form, Adcock’s poems ooze warmth, humour and psychological insight.

 

 

DuffyMaureen Duffy – ‘Capital’ (1975)

This early work of Maureen Duffy is, in my opinion, a lost classic of London fiction.  I first read it when I lived in the East End in the 1970s and its mark has remained with me ever since.  Duffy is an accomplished novelist, poet and playwright and a long-time activist for LGBT rights.  Her novel burrows deep below the surface of London, uncovering the influences of temporal layer upon layer, anticipating by many years the later works of Sinclair, Self and Ackroyd.

 

 

Meanwhile, we were listening to:

Layout 1Broadcast and The Focus Group – ‘Investigate Witch Cults of the Radio Age’ (2009)

Take the otherworldly electro-drifting pop of Broadcast and mash it up with library music experiments of The Focus Group, aka Julian House, and something magical happens: they create an outstanding 23-track album of a style neither act could have achieved on their own.

 

BoardsBoards of Canada – ‘Tomorrow’s Harvest’ (2013)

An eight-year gap since the Scottish brothers’ last release and, quite possibly, Psychogeographic Review’s favourite album of 2013.  With electronic sounds, rhythms and beats of warmth and expansiveness, this is like drinking whisky-laced coffee sitting on a rock in a cold desert night.

 

HeckerTim Hecker – ‘Virgins’ (2013)

In this, the fourth album under his own name, Hecker presents a series of delicate melodies and rhythms, much of it channelled through a small orchestral ensemble.  The overall effect, though, is far from soothing.  Like the best kind of horror film, Hecker’s latest creation is deliciously disturbing.

 

And watching:

Accident‘Accident’ – Joseph Losey (1967)

With a screenplay by Harold Pinter and outstanding performances from Stanley Baker and Dirk Bogarde, Accident is one of the treasures of 1960s British cinema.  I first saw it in the 1970s, and it continues to reward with every subsequent viewing

 

 

 

 

Alice‘Alice Doesn’t Live Here Any More’ – Martin Scorsese (1974)

From the days when Hollywood still made grown-up, emotionally perceptive films, Scorsese coaxes performances of real quality from his two leads and creates a movie that is at once romantic, funny, painful and profound.

 

 

 

Nebraska‘Nebraska’ – Alexander Payne (2013)

The point of a road movie is not so much to take the audience to another location, but to ease them out of the familiar and from there towards seeing the world in a different way.  Alexander Payne (About Schmidt and Sideways) is becoming something of a master of the form. Bruce Dern’s grumpy pensioner, Woody, travels from Montana to Nebraska to claim a sweepstake prize he is convinced he has won.  He is accompanied by his middle-aged son, David (Will Forte).  As they journey across a wintry, monochrome middle-America we come to see how both men carry their own individual burdens of sadness and disappointment.

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One Year – Week 14

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

20 December 2013December 20th 2013

Sunny

Probe into theatre ceiling collapse

The not so sunny side of Port Sunlight – nice phrase, Diana

 

21 December 2013December 21st 2013

Sunny intervals

Lockerbie 25th anniversary marked

They must have been so afraid that, this time, the Sun wasn’t coming back; so overjoyed when it did

 

22 December 2013December 22nd 2013

….and while Mr Seal is in Sheffield….

 

 

 

 

23 December 2013December 23rd 2013

…the view continues, unaware of the absence of its observer

 

 

 

24 December 2013December 24th 2013

Sunny

Storm damage hits Christmas travel

A curtain of crimson velvet covers the doorway; a confusion of austere opulence

 

25 December 2013December 25th 2013

Sunny intervals

Floods and power cuts hit thousands

Can you really trust someone who doesn’t like Christmas pudding?

 

26 December 2013December 26th 2013

Sunny intervals

New flood fear as more rain forecast

The grass with its decorative frosting

 

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

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Under the Shadow of Polaris

For Gillian and Christine, with thanks

I wrote about the contrary romance of the Loggerheads to Woodside bus journey elsewhere in this blog in my piece about my visit to Rock Park in search of the writer, May Sinclair.  In the 1960s I’d regularly travel on this bus with my mum from our home in North Wales to visit her family in Liverpool.  It was a long journey, passing through the Wirral and connecting with the Mersey Ferry at Birkenhead.

Port Sunlight 002

Last Summer I returned to this part of the Wirral and took the chance to explore some of the places tantalisingly glimpsed through the grimy window of the bus all those years before.

I had passed through Rock Ferry many times, but it was not until my visit this year that I stopped and explored Rock Park, the birthplace of May Sinclair.  The result was this piece and the visit also formed the basis of one half of my collaborative project with Charlie Swain.

Port Sunlight was another place on the bus route  through which I had often passed, but never actually visited.  So last Summer, with my daughter, who wanted to visit the Lady Lever gallery, I took the train to Port Sunlight station.  Walking out of the station and into the streets of the village felt like stepping through the screen and entering into a long-familiar film; streets I had often imagined, but never walked along.

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Port Sunlight was built on the instructions of William Lever in 1888 to house workers from the adjoining Lever Brothers soap works.  Lever prided himself on his reputation as an enlightened employer and provided his workers with comfortable homes, landscaped streets, allotments, a school, a gallery and a theatre.  Even after all these years, Port Sunlight demonstrates that social housing doesn’t have to be ugly or dehumanising and that public open-space promotes cohesive communities.

Once a model village, Port Sunlight is essentially a suburb of Birkenhead now, but the streets still have a strange, old-world charm.  The old village core contains over 900 Grade II listed buildings.  It is the birthplace of Pete Burns, the arrestingly androgynous lead singer of Dead or Alive and Port Sunlight’s Hulme Hall was the venue for Ringo Starr’s first gig with The Beatles in 1962.

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Port Sunlight has the cosy beauty and idyllic charm of an England that, perhaps, never really existed.  And yet, as we walked the streets and drank tea at the gallery, I couldn’t shake off the grip of another memory I carried, something altogether more sinister.  An evocation of unimaginable heat, light and destruction; of quick death for some, and slow, painful demise for many more.

The Cammell Laird shipyard, just down the road from Port Sunlight, was given the contract for building several SSBN submarines in the 1960s – the vessels which would carry the UK’s newly-supplied Polaris missiles.

I was just a child at the time, but I have strong memories of the protests: posters and painted slogans along the shipyard walls, demonstrators at the gates; all seen from the window of my Loggerheads to Woodside bus.  I had no idea of the pros and cons of the whole thing, but protesting against nuclear destruction seemed a pretty sensible idea to my young mind. 

But the whole idea of nuclear war was hopelessly mixed up in my mind with the Liverpool of the 1960s.  Travelling down Scotland Road by local bus to reach my grandparents’ house was like voyaging through a war zone; much of it was still, in fact, a series of  bomb sites from World War Two, a conflict which still loomed large in the daily consciousness of the adults around me.  But there was also a lot of ‘slum clearance’ going on which, through the eyes of a child, didn’t look an awful lot different to the earlier attentions of the Luftwaffe.

A lot of these thoughts and memories surfaced again when I wrote my poem, Under the Shadow of Polaris.

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Under the shadow

of Polaris,

a double-decker

smoke box.

Loggerheads to Woodside,

smell of diesel and smoke fug;

feeling queasy.

 

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Scene without

playing on continuous loop

Seen without –

Dockyards protest

White paint writing

on smoky red brick.

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Already, over the water

the bomb has come.

Bricks and dust,

Shattered timbers stacked.

Overspill people

stand and wait

as we slide by

but never stop.

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One Year – Week 13

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

13 December 2013December 13th 2013

Thick cloud

N Korea: Leader’s uncle executed

…which reminds me that social housing doesn’t have to be dehumanising

 

 

14 December 2013December 14th 2013

Light cloud

ANC pays final tribute to Mandela

Yet another symmetry of numbers

 

 

15 December 2013December 15th 2013

Light rain shower

Funeral farewell to Nelson Mandela

The shadow of Polaris still hangs over this shipyard

 

 

16 December 2013December 16th 2013

Partly cloudy

Modern Slavery Bill to be published

Clouds scud across the luminous disc of the moon; the trees nod and sigh

 

 

17 December 2013December 17th 2013

Clear sky

Airport expansion options set out

The streets throng with the ghosts of long-dead travellers

18 December 2013

                                                                 December 18th 2013

Light rain

‘Great Train Robber’ Ronnie Biggs dies

Is a life ever completed, or is it just brought to an end?  The piano lid slammed shut for the final time

 

19 December 2013December 19th 2013

Sunny

General fears ‘hollowed-out’ forces

Dansette record player, cherry-red cream

 

 

 

Artist Statement

… “natural history” has no actual existence other than through the process of human history, the only part which recaptures this historical totality, like the modern telescope whose sight captures, in time, the retreat of nebulae at the periphery of the universe.

Guy Debord – Society of the Spectacle

The purpose of this project is to explore continuity and change.  Over the course of a year, I will build up a daily visual record of the same view.  Despite my best efforts, though, I will not be able to replicate the ‘same’ view each day: it is subject to changes in the environment, such as the weather or the time the sun rises.  But it is also affected by changes caused by me, the observer.  For instance, my feelings that morning may change the way I hold the camera or, inadvertently, the image may show my breath on the glass from getting too close to the window.

Looking out at the view on this, the first morning of One Year, I see a scene comprising sky, trees and rooftops.  I don’t see much evidence of human activity just yet, but that may come later in the year when the leaf cover begins to thin out.  Being on a flight path, we also see the odd vapour trail or aeroplane light in the sky too.

Some of the changes that will become evident will be pretty obvious, such as the seasons.  Other changes will be more subtle.  My daily notes will give some insight into what is going on inside my head that morning, from my journal entry, and there will also be a record of what is happening in the world in general, from the news headline.

But the ‘view’ I am recording in One Year is not neutral, it is selected and framed by me.  Similarly, my journal extracts are selected from a much larger body of work; it is the ‘insight’ into my thinking that I choose to present.  Even the ‘news headline’ cannot be regarded as neutral, for it is subject to BBC editorial bias.

But there is a third party in the One Year process, one that is outside of my control. That person is you, the reader of this blog, the interested observer of the project.  I want people to bring their own interpretations, views and insights to this project.  All comments received will be reproduced in my weekly project reports.

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One Year – Week 12

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

For full details and artist’s statement go to Week 1 here

 

6 December 2013December 6th 2013

  • Light cloud
  • South Africa and world mourn Mandela
  • Resisting the temptation to interpret and explain

 

 

7 December 2013December 7th 2013

  • Light cloud
  • Trade talks breakthrough
  • …her true self existing only in my mind…

 

 

8 December 2013December 8th 2013

  • Sunny intervals
  • S Africa ‘day of prayer’ for Mandela
  • .. as if stumbling upon a movie set and into the glare of lights

 

 

9 December 2013December 9th 2013

  • Light cloud
  • Ambulances ‘face long delays at A&E’
  • Walking her streets, I sense the hand of design

10 December 2013

 

 

December 10th 2013

  • Light cloud
  • Thousands gather for Mandela service
  • Once again, it’s the ending of that poem that’s proving to be a bit tricky

 

11 December 2013December 11th 2013

  • Mist
  • UK aims to double dementia funding
  • I could have been someone.  Well, so could anyone

 

 

12 December 2013December 12th 2013

  • Light cloud
  • GP failings exposed by inspectors
  • An interesting sequence of numbers again. Such beauty constructed only from combinations of ten characters
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One Year – Week 11

Project Description

One Year is a project through which I intend to construct a daily photographic record of a single view: the view from my study window at around 8.00a.m. each day when I sit down to work.  One Year will annotate each picture with a note of the weather for that morning and the morning’s main news headline from the BBC News site.  In addition, there will be a note taking a key sentence or two from my daily journal.

For full details and artist’s statement go to Week 1 here

 

29 November 2013

November 29th 2013

  • Partly cloudy
  • Government wants energy prices held
  • Walking through the Victorian heart of the village, I feel the presence of May Sinclair.  But I’m not sure a proper historian would class this as research

30 November 2013

                                                          November 30th 2013

  • Sunny
  • Glasgow crash kills at least three
  • Ram Rod and Special – the drink of choice in 1970s London

 

 

1 December 2013December 1st 2013

  • Light cloud
  • Glasgow helicopter victim named
  • Flickering images and remembered phrases

 

2 December 2013

 

December 2nd 2013

  • Light cloud
  • Ninth body recovered in crash pub
  • An answer that is lost in a shower of leaves

 

3 December 2013

 

December 3rd 2013

  • Light cloud
  • All helicopter crash victims named
  • Foundlings line up at my command / some come unbidden / others never leave

 

4 December 2013

                                                                      December 4th 2013

  • Heavy rain shower
  • Big changes for renewable subsidies
  • Here are wires / see the pipework

 

5 December 2013

 

December 5th 2013

  • Light cloud
  • Plan to increase pension age sooner
  • .. with steel pylons for masts and sewn newspapers for sails

 

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