The Lives They Left Behind: Suitcases From a State Hospital Attic

 

That was when I was twenty, half my life ago, and a boy my age made the most politely democratic proposition I  ever received: would I like to make a movie with him in the ruined hospital near my San Francisco home

A Field Guide to Getting Lost – Rebecca Solnit

 

For a short time in the mid-1980s I worked in the occupational therapy department of a very large psychiatric hospital in Wales; a vast, rambling Victorian Gothic building that glowered down from its hillside above the town.  Some of the patients I met were very ill and needed medical care to help them overcome the worst of their symptoms.  The biggest issue faced by most of the people I worked with, however, was helping them to deal with the effects of years and years of enforced institutionalisation; their need to learn how to live a life out in the community again.

Although the hospital formed only a short period of my working life, I often think about it and occasionally its corridors haunt my dreams.  The hospital is empty now and, as far as I am aware, steadily falling into decay.  All of its residents have gone. . . somewhere.  But it still exerts its power over me and, no doubt, everyone else who came into contact with it.

I recall Iain Sinclair talking in an interview about the powerful life force that still resonates in many abandoned hospital buildings; echoes of the intense emotional drama that has taken place there: suffering, hope, despair, life and death.  He commented on how artists and other creators will often choose to occupy such abandoned spaces for their work, as if seeking to tap into some vast reservoir of creative life energy.  Perhaps that is why Rebecca Solnit and her friend found that their abandoned hospital in San Francisco served as such a powerful catalyst and backdrop for their film:

Its intricate vastness reminded me of all those Borges tales about labyrinths and endless libraries, and part of my premise was that the hospital was thought to be infinite, an interior without an outside.

A Field Guide to Getting Lost – Rebecca Solnit

 

Darby Penney & Peter Stastney’s book is about such a place: an abandoned psychiatric hospital in New York State.  Penney is a human rights activist and Stastney a psychiatrist and both were given access to Willard State Hospital to curate an attic full of property belonging to former patients.  The Lives They Left Behind: Suitcases From a State Hospital Attic is the book that grew out of this project.  Their aim was not to exploit this material for their own ends, nor was it to feed on the atmosphere of the place in a vicarious way.  Instead they set out, with photographer Lisa Rinzler, to tell the stories of some of the former inmates of that institution, many of them now dead.  They wished to give a voice to the voiceless, the forgotten.

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Penney and Stastney’s starting point was the large collection of suitcases stored in the hospital’s attic.  Patients would arrive with cases stuffed not just with their clothes, but with a whole range of personal effects; items that represented who they were and the  life they had led.  But inmates were not allowed to have these cases with them on the ward, such fripperies were not deemed to be appropriate to institutional life, and so the cases were put into storage, in most cases for years, and too often for the rest of the patient’s life.  Sadly, once someone entered Willard, they tended to remain there for the rest of their days.

Underlying this book is the story of how mental health was dealt with in the Western world over the course of much of the twentieth century.  Mental hospitals operated not so much as places where distressed people could find refuge and receive help with their illness, but as institutions to remove people from society, often for life.  In the United States in particular, notions of eugenics held sway for much of the century  and the ‘insane’ and ‘mentally defective’ were in effect removed from the gene pool, at least for the duration of their breeding years.

Willard in the 1890s

The Lives They Left Behind: Suitcases From a State Hospital Attic tells the stories of ten inmates of Willard, stories illustrated by the contents of the suitcase belonging to each of them.  But these were not ill people as we would understand the concept.  Nor, in many cases, were they being helped with any therapeutic interventions we would recognise.

Lawrence Marek, for instance, spent over fifty years in Willard until his death in 1968 at the age of ninety.  He was not mentally ill in the conventional sense of the word.  As an immigrant from a small village in Austria he simply found himself culturally bewildered in the United States and, when he began to feel doubt about his long-held Christian faith, the whole framework of his life began to unravel.

Marek was clearly not insane, he was just profoundly distressed, but this was enough for the authorities to have him committed to Willard.  He received no medical treatment at Willard but, as the years went by, it became his home until he reached the point where he did not want to leave.  In fact, the institution came to rely on him because he became their unpaid grave-digger, a role he held for over thirty years.  Marek’s brown leather suitcase, with the initials ‘L.M.’ etched onto it, held his pathetically small collection of personal items: clothes, shoes and shaving gear.

Willard Interior

Another patient, Ethel Smalls, was admitted to Willard at the age of forty and remained there until she died at the age of eighty-three in 1973.  Mrs Smalls had been subjected to a series of tragedies in a short period of time: both her infant children died in quick succession and then her father passed away with cancer.  Soon after this her alcoholic husband, who had abused her for years, abandoned her and left her to struggle by on very little money.  Not surprisingly, Mrs Smalls became depressed.  But such was the attitude of the time to normal human responses to life’s traumas, particularly the responses of women, that Mrs Smalls was deemed to be insane and was admitted to Willard.  Her suitcase tells the story of the little comforts she tried to hold on to in her tragic life: a family Bible, pictures of her children and, most heartbreaking of all, lovingly crafted home-made baby clothes.

Suitcase

Lawrence Marek and Ethel Smalls were just two of the 54,000 patients who passed through Willard State Hospital’s doors during its 126 years of operation.  Some 18,000 of them died there and more than 5,000 are buried in the graveyard that was tended by Marek.  Very few of these people had a severe mental illness.  As  Penney and Stastney put it:

The experiences and behaviours that caused someone to be sent to Willard ranged widely, from years of bothersome ‘agitation’ that was used to justify solitary confinement and physical restraint, to minor social nuisances and the inability to secure work.

The Lives They Left Behind: Suitcases From a State Hospital Attic tells just some of the human stories behind the statistics of the thousands of people who passed through Willard. Penney and Stastney build their narrative around the suitcases found in the hospital’s attic.  Their work is moving and humane.  The most haunting images, however, those that linger in one’s mind, come from the State archive pictures and those taken by Lisa Rinzler that are used to illustrate the text.  Once one reads this book, Willard never quite leaves one’s consciousness.

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The Lives They Left Behind: Suitcases From a State Hospital Attic by: Darby Penney and Peter Stastney; photographs by: Lisa Rinzler                                                                           Bellevue Literary Press, New York, 2009

As a follow-up to Penney, Stastney and Rinzler’s work, the photographer Jon Crispin is systematically recording the Willard suitcases.  His work in progress can be seen here:

http://joncrispin.wordpress.com/2011/03/18/willard-asylum-suitcase/

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Psychogeographic Bingo Dérive

 

On a dérive one or more persons drop their relations, their work and leisure activities, and all their other usual motives for movement and action, and let themselves be drawn by the attractions of the terrain and the encounters they find there.

Guy Debord – Theory of the Dérive, Internationale Situationniste No. 2

 

Two swans in front of his eyes

Coloured balls in front of his eyes

It’s number one for his Kelly’s eye

Treble-six right over his eye

A big shot’s voice in his ears

Worlds of silence in his ears

All the numbers account for years

Checks the cards through eyes of tears

Bingo-Master’s Breakout!

 

Mark E Smith – Bingo-Master’s Breakout

 

 

Why Play?

A Psychogeographic Bingo Dérive is a way of exploring an area in which one’s starting point, route and destination are all left in the hands of serendipity. It is a game that ensures we remove all of our usual motivations for taking a walk, such getting to work or visiting the shops, and replace them with the simple act of drifting through an urban or rural landscape.

The course of a walk decided by Psychogeographic Bingo does not follow the usual routes as defined by planners, public authorities, landowners or commercial concerns. Indeed, one’s journey will appear to follow no conventionally accepted logic at all. However, the idea is that one walks between a series of points selected at random and that one improvises the actual route during the course of the journey, responding to the ways the nature of terrain one encounters seems to demand.

In doing so we drift without expectation or motivation and open ourselves up to a new way of experiencing the landscape and the feelings its sensations produce within us. We make new links; we connect places we might otherwise have never conceived as having a relationship with each other. We explore beyond the permitted ways.

 

 

How to Play

1. Take a map such as an OS Explorer series map for a rural or liminal urban area, or a street map for a city.

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2. Draw on your map or overlay a frame to define the approximate area you wish to explore. You need to have in mind how much time you have and what kind of distance you wish to walk. In my trial run I used a section of OS Explorer 216, Welshpool & Montgomery.

3. Select at random a number of points within your framed area. Around fifty will give you quite a good spread of these reference points. In a city the random points can be things like streets, public buildings or bridges, whilst in the countryside one might select a hill, a village, a farm or an industrial estate. If you can, get someone who is not taking part in the dérive to make this random selection; I employed my youngest daughter. Alternatively you can close your eyes and use a pin; after making a full risk assessment, obviously!

4. Give each reference point a number, 1 to 50, and list them. Then put each number on a small piece of paper and fold each one.

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5. This next bit is really important and should not be deviated from in any way! Put all of the pieces of paper into a hat; not a cap or a bowl, but a hat. Now select a number of pieces from the hat; say ten for a walk of two or three hours. These were mine from our trial run:

· Leighton Bridge – SJ236070

· Welshpool Museum – SJ227075

· Buttington Cross – SJ242089

· Brynfa Farm – SJ226088

· Round Pool – SJ208059

· Ladies Mount – SJ213064

· The Smithy – SJ255089

· Belan Locks – SJ215053

· The Bungalow – SJ225093

· Old Hope Farm – SJ253075

6. Mark these ten points on your map and draw a straight line between each to join them up.

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7. You are now ready to conduct your Psychogeographic Bingo Dérive. Choose any point at which to start and follow the straight lines as closely as you are able in order to reach each of your ten reference points in turn. Shouting Bingo! when you get to each one is optional.

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Psychogeographic Review’s Recommendations – June 2013

 

This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading:

 

Culloden   ‘Cullodon’ – John Prebble

Written in 1961 but still the definitive account of the Battle of Culloden.  Prebble sets the battle in its social context and makes liberal use of contemporary sources and eye-witness accounts.

 

Martin Beck   The ‘Martin Beck’ series of novels – Maj Sjöwall and Per Wahlöö

The original Nordic Noir detective series.  Sjöwall and Wahlöö were journalists, Marxists and a married couple.  Their ten-novel series exposes the sordid underbelly of 1960s Sweden and focuses on the members of a dogged, decidedly unheroic, but ultimately humane Stockholm murder squad.

 

Ship of Fools   ‘The Ship of Fools’ – Gregory Norminton

A multi-layered debut novel offering up a feast of rich language and imagery and countless allusions to medieval belief and culture.  The characters may well be in purgatory, but the experience for the reader is definitely a pleasurable one.

Rodinsky   ‘Rodinsky’s Room’ – Rachel Lichtenstein and Iain Sinclair

An empty room in London’s East End is the starting point for Lichtenstein and Sinclair’s exploration of the story of the person who lived there.  By turns a detective story and a ghost story, this is above all else a moving evocation of a Jewish East End that no longer exists.

Mansfield   ‘The Collected Stories’ – Katherine Mansfield

Admired by Virginia Woolf and a key figure in the development of modernism, this volume demonstrates Katherine Mansfield’s mastery of the short story form.  Writing in the early years of the twentieth century, she gives voice to her female characters in a world that was still dominated by men.

 

Meanwhile, we were listening to:

Miles Davis   ‘Kind of Blue’ – Miles Davis

Where does one begin to describe what is, in our opinion, quite possibly the best jazz album of all time?  Sophisticated, innovative and with a band assembled around Davis who are all on the top of their game, this album never fails to reward each subsequent listen.

Doors   ‘L.A. Woman’ – The Doors

Included to mark the passing of Ray Manzarek, this was The Doors’ last studio album and Jim Morrison’s final love letter to his ‘City of Night’.  Searing lyrics, a voice that explores the emotional highs and lows of Morrison’s tales and three superb musicians together with Elvis’s bass player for good measure, this album still sounds as fresh as ever.

 

  Flying Lotus   ‘Until the Quiet Comes’ – Flying Lotus

Flying Lotus is Californian experimental musician Steven Ellison and the occasional guest.  Join him on a journey through a series of mind-expanding soundscapes

 

And watching:

 

Something in the Air   ‘Something in the Air’ – Olivier Assayas

Call out the instigators. . . A group of young friends who were involved in the May events come to terms with life in post-1968 France.

Benjamin Britten - Peace and Conflict  (1)   ‘Benjamin Britten: Peace and Conflict’ – Tony Britten

Moving docudrama of Britten’s life, music and the schoolboy roots of his lifelong pacifism.  John Hurt narrates.

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Jude the Obscure: Reflections on a Working Landscape

 

Work is what transforms the raw stuff of nature into meaning, gathering it into a human project. And in few English novelists is work as central as in Hardy.

Terry Eagleton, The English Novel: An Introduction

Work is one of the major themes of Jude the Obscure. The narrative is driven by Jude Fawley’s ambition to be accepted to study at Christminster University and almost all the key encounters between the principal characters involves one or other of them being engaged in work. He meets Arabella when she is at work cleaning a pig’s offal and Sue when she is lettering a manuscript in a Christian shop. In a similar manner, work also features in the ending of relationships within Jude. Jude and Arabella’s estrangement comes to a head with their differing approaches to the slaughtering of a pig. With Sue, when the relationship is going well they work together in harmony, producing a model of a Christminster college together. But when things become more fraught, their work together becomes a mere satire, the disastrous Christminster cakes being but one example.

Jude the Obscure demonstrates that work is the primary source of its characters’ self definition, emotional integration and personal fulfilment. In this context integration refers to a sense of self that balances work, home and relationship and vocation refers to an inclination or calling that is expressed in one’s career choice. Not surprisingly, the word has its root in the language of the church. Motivation is a key driver too and is present in Jude the Obscure in its two basic forms: integrative and instrumental. Integrative motivation is characterised by the individual’s positive attitudes towards the goal and the desire to integrate it into his or her being. Instrumental motivation sees the goal as functional and a means to gain some social or economic reward.

Jude the Obscure

In Jude Fawley, Hardy creates a character driven by both vocational and emotional ambitions. Jude strives to be accepted into an academic career at Christminster University. When he moves to Christminster, his ambition becomes entwined with his growing desire for his cousin, Sue Bridehead. Soon after, when he is rejected by the university, he comes to replace his academic ambitions with a yearning to make a life together with Sue.

These are not mutually exclusive drives. Indeed, Raymond Williams says of Hardy that ‘work and desire are very closely connected in his imagination.’ Jude seeks consolation with Sue for his thwarted academic passion but, ultimately, he is rejected by her too.

 

 

Work and vocation

The opening pages of Jude the Obscure show work in its two aspects: work as a vocation (Phillotson leaving to study in Christminster and join the clergy) and work that is necessary to satisfy one’s immediate material needs (Jude working for the farmer scaring birds in the corn field). As the reader comes to learn, both characters’ ambitions are doomed to failure and Hardy seems to suggest that all but the most privileged are forced to restrict themselves to work which fulfils only one’s most basic physical needs.

Jude opens with Phillotson leaving Marygreen to pursue his studies in Christminster, setting in train within Jude a longing that leads to his own decision to pursue an academic life. As Phillotson explains to Jude:

My scheme, or dream, is to be a university graduate, and then to be ordained. By going to live at Christminster, or near it, I shall be at headquarters, so to speak, and if my scheme is practicable at all, I consider that being on the spot will afford me a better chance of carrying it out than I should have elsewhere.

Jude is a sensitive child. His sympathy for the birds he is meant to be scaring from the farmer’s field makes this clear. They ‘seemed like himself to be living in a world which did not want them.’ Phillotson, the father-figure he never had, inspires Jude’s ambition. His yearning to join Phillotson at Christminster is almost as intense at that expressed for a lover. He worships the very air that his hero has breathed:

He parted his lips as he faced north-east, and drew in the wind as if it were a sweet liquor. ‘You,’ he said, addressing the breeze caressingly, ‘were in Christminster city between one and two hours ago, floating along the streets, pulling round the weather-cocks, touching Mr Phillotson’s face, being breathed in by him; and now you are here, breathed by me – you, the very same.’

Jude makes Phillotson’s dream his own, rejecting village life, where one’s occupation is governed by that of one’s family, and vowing to join his former teacher in Christminster. As he grows up, Jude feels no aspiration to work on the land or take over his aunt’s bakery business. Hardy presents Jude as a young man alienated from his environment. He has no father or mother and Marygreen is portrayed as a much grimmer place than the Wessex villages described in Hardy’s earlier novels. The young Jude has a vision of what he wants to do with his life. As a child he cannot fully articulate this vision, but finds he can express it in images. He excitedly glimpses a vision of the ‘heavenly Jerusalem’ of Christminster momentarily perceived in the distance at sunset.

Studying privately whenever he is able, Jude endeavours ‘to make his presence tolerable to his crusty maiden aunt’ by assisting her in her bakery business. He has become attached to the idea of a vocation, but has only a hazy idea of how to achieve it. When he manages to obtain books, he is disappointed to find that there is no secret key to mastering ancient languages that can be learned and applied:

He concluded that a grammar of the required tongue would contain, primarily, a rule, prescription or clue of the nature of a secret cipher, which once known, would enable him, by merely applying it, to change at will all words of his speech into those of the foreign one.

Overcoming this initial setback, Jude continues with his studies, showing great fortitude as he works long into the night after days spent helping his aunt in the bakery. Jude holds firmly to his dream:

It had been the yearning of his heart to find something to anchor on, to cling to – for some place he could call admirable.

The obvious question is to ask why Christminster becomes such an obsession for Jude. Was it a love of learning for its own sake, or something more nakedly aspirational? There is certainly a strong streak of ambition in the young Jude as he walks home from work, confessing out loud to himself that he would like to ‘become even a bishop’ as he calculates the salary such a post would bring and how he would spend it. But, at root, Jude simply longs for what Merryn Williams suggests is ‘a life intellectually and morally better than the one he is meant to lead.’

When Jude finishes at the village school, he has to find some form of work. Not content with the prospect of working in his aunt’s bakery business, he becomes apprenticed to a stonemason. Jude comes to love ecclesiastical architecture: there is more than a hint at Hardy’s own background as an architect when Jude ‘under the architect’s direction became handy at restoring the dilapidated masonries of several village churches round about’. Later in the text, we learn that Sue, again like Hardy, is ‘sentimentally opposed to the horrors of over-restoration.’

As a country stonemason, Jude has all round skills in his trade, in contrast to his urban counterparts who are narrowly specialist. Jude learns has craft in a painstaking manner – mastering how to carve one letter at a time. In a similar way he works away at the classics on his own, slowly and painfully. Jude works in stone, a cold dead medium. His dream lies in Christminster, a city of ancient stones, the home of dead languages and, Hardy hints, of a dying religion. Stone symbolises death, and it is the stone itself which eventually kills Jude, clogging his lungs with its dust.

The Bible refers to how ‘The Word became flesh.’ In Jude, Jude Fawley uses stone to declare his intention and try to make the word real by carving the words ‘THITHER J.F.’ on a wayside stone and a finger pointing towards Christminster.

Despite himself, Jude enjoys his work as a stonemason in the truest sense of the word vocation. He describes his impression of the buildings of Christminster in a very sensual way:

The numberless architectural pages around him he read naturally, less as an artist-critic of their forms than as an artisan and comrade of the dead handicraftsmen whose muscles had actually executed those forms. He examined the mouldings, stroked them as one who knew their beginning, said they were difficult or easy in the working, and taken little or much time, were trying to the arm, or convenient to the tool.

Through his work as a humble stonemason in Christminster, Jude is occasionally drawn to contemplate the possibility of a happier future as a mere working man rather than as a scholar:

He saw that his future lay not with these, but among the manual toilers in the shabby purlieu which he himself occupies.

Such a life had its own fulfilments:

He began to see that the town life was a book of humanity infinitely more palpitating, varied and compendious than the gown life.

But Jude had by now acquired learning and ambition that prevented him from fitting in as an ordinary working man. His work as a stonemason, although fulfilling in some senses and in accord with his religious sympathies, was regarded by Jude as a means to an end. It was a skill which would be in demand in Christminster and work which would allow him to save the money to become a full-time student.

 

 

Work and masculinity

 

Sue Bridehead is Hardy’s masterly characterisation of the belle dame sans merci, the frigid woman….whereas Arabella, raised by a pig-breeder, is Sue’s antithesis – all sex and no intellect

Masao Miyoshi, The Divided Self: A Perspective on the Literature of the Victorians

As a stonemason Jude works with men and much of the novel concerns itself with his aspiration to be accepted at Christminster, an all male institution. But, apart from the relationship between Jude and Phillotson and Phillotson and Gillingham, there is little in Jude of male friendship. Sue is Jude’s ‘comrade’ and companion, as if filling the gap left by his lack of male fellowship. Together they try to create a life that is outside conventional society and seek, and for a time find, shelter with each other.

But it is Arabella who first awakens Jude’s awareness of his own sexuality – who causes him to question his suitability for the ascetic life. The reader first meets Arabella when the youthful Jude is walking home from work and is hit by a pig’s pizzle she throws. Arabella snaps Jude out of the world of ideas and abstraction and, in a very literal way, into the world of the flesh. She brings to life Jude’s sense of his own sexuality.

A common interpretation of Jude is to suggest that Hardy is proposing sexuality as an opposition to Jude’s chosen vocation; an obstacle to his studies. Indeed, Hardy does refer to Jude being distracted from his academic ambitions by Arabella:

better to love a woman than to be a graduate, or a parson; ay, or a pope!

An alternative interpretation is that Arabella is unwittingly opening up the possibility for Jude to be able to achieve a more integrated life where both his sexual and intellectual needs can be met. But Jude does not, at this point in his life, have the conceptual framework to begin to address this challenge. Even without Arabella, it is unlikely that, as a working man in a class-ridden society, Jude would have achieved his ambition. Similarly, Arabella is by no means the decisive factor in the failure of Jude’s relationship with Sue. It is unlikely that Jude and Sue’s relationship could have prospered, even without the irritant of Arabella at the margins.

Jude is trapped into a marriage with Arabella which he soon comes to regret. But he in turn fails to meet Arabella’s expectations of what a good husband should be like:

Arabella, however, felt that all these make-shifts were temporary; she had gained a husband, that was the thing – a husband with a lot of earning power in him for buying her frocks and hats when he should begin to get frightened a bit, and stick to his trade, and throw aside those stupid books for practical undertakings.

Arabella is represented as being particularly jealous of Jude’s attention to his books. In the final confrontation of their first marriage, she mishandles them, her hands stained with pig fat, and flings them around the room. She finds his books threatening; seeing them, according to Marjorie Garson, as ‘embodied male voices’

Jude and Arabella’s marriage was based on sexual attraction. They very soon found that they did not share the same aspirations and, Hardy seems to suggest, their life together was therefore without purpose and direction. She had no sympathy for Jude’s vocational ambitions. Sue and Phillotson’s first marriage, on the other hand, was based on work; their union benefited the teaching ambitions of both. In both cases, however, no consideration appears to be given to the other things that go to make up a marriage.

 

 

Work and an integrated life

 

Hardy seems to endorse Jude’s impulses by showing them as instinctively directed towards wholeness, while at the same time presenting that wholeness as an impossible dream.

Marjorie Garson, Hardy’s Fables of Integrity: Woman, Body, Text

All through his youth Jude holds a yearning to establish an academic career at Christminster. The city becomes linked in his mind with vocation, home and love. His romantic attachment to the city came before even his love for Sue:

He was getting so romantically attached to Christminster that like a young lover alluding to his mistress, he felt bashful at mentioning its name again.

Paradoxically, when he actually reaches Christminster, the city does not help Jude to become more integrated, but makes him more alienated. Because the Christminster he seeks is imaginary, no one else can share it:

Knowing not a human being here, Jude began to be impressed with the isolation of his own personality, as with a self-spectre, the sensation being that of one who walked but could not make himself seen or heard.

Jude travels to Christminster and seeks work in his trade. He is surprised to find, in the first stonemason’s yard he visits, that ‘only copying, patching and imitating went on here; which he fancied to be owing to some temporary and local cause’.

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Jude is a country stonemason, largely untouched by the specialist divisions of labour found in the towns. But Hardy, as narrator, suggests a more fundamental cause; commenting that Jude ‘did not at that time see that medievalism was as dead as a fern-leaf in a lump of coal’. The implication is clear; Christminster, and Victorian society in general, is unable and unwilling to address the new ideas and new ways of looking at the world that were emerging at this time. Peter Keating points to this key passage as one that brings together the ‘two dominant, inter-related Victorian concerns’ of medievalism and evolution. The one expresses a longing for a spiritually certain past and the other encompasses fears of an atheistic future.

In Christminster, Jude labours as a stonemason by day and continues his studies by night. He divides his rented room with a curtain: one area in which to eat and sleep and the other for studying. This act seems to symbolise his divided, alienated self. The central contradiction of Jude the Obscure, however, is that Jude can only achieve his ambition by becoming part of the very institution that rejects him and his type.

Terry Eagleton refers to Christminster as ‘a repressive rubble of crumbling masonry and dead creeds.’ Hardy contrasts the bustling life of the Christminster artisans with the spectral life of the academics of the same city. The academics ‘see ghosts’ by studying dead languages and look straight through the working men, like Jude, that they pass in the street. The city of Jude’s dreams turns out to be corrupt, bigoted and out-dated.

Despite his work being more about patching up the old rather than creating anything new, Jude feels a brotherly connection with the craftsmen of the past when he is working on the stone of Christminster’s colleges. He comes to discern more creative vitality amongst his fellow workmen of the town than amongst the dons within the college walls:

For a moment there fell on Jude a true illumination; that here in the stone yard was a centre of effort as worthy as that dignified by the name of scholarly study within the noblest of the colleges.

Sue Bridehead sees through the petrified medievalism of Christminster long before Jude does, although she seemingly exchanges one set of idols for another; statues of Greek gods for pictures of Christian saints.

Jude’s first sight of Sue is when he sees a picture of her at his aunt’s:

a pretty girlish face, in a broad hat with radiating folds under the rim like the rays of a halo.

From that moment Sue, the imagined and idealised Sue, complete with halo, becomes inextricably linked with the idea of Christminster in Jude’s mind. Sue is living in the city of Jude’s dreams and, to him, she embodies many of the qualities he feels it holds. Ultimately, both are denied to him.

Jude had been told by his aunt that Sue was a religious person. The first time he encounters her she is engaged in the ‘sweet saintly business’ of lettering a zinc manuscript in a Christian bookshop. She etches the word ALLELUJA in Gothic script and the reader, perhaps, is nudged into recalling Jude’s THITHER, carved into stone. Jude is drawn into assumptions about Sue’s piety. In his mind she has managed to become fully integrated in her work and her beliefs:

The girl for whom he was beginning to nourish an extraordinary tenderness, was at this time ensphered by the same harmonies as those which floated into his ears.

He idealises Sue and immediately believes that her ideas are the same as his:

So would she be to him a kindly star, an elevating power, a companion in Anglican worship, a tender friend.

But as Jude is not integrated in himself, he has trouble reconciling his growing sexual feelings for Sue with his imagined spiritual comradeship with her. As Ruth Danon puts it:

He invents her as a kindred spirit, an intellectual comrade, a second self; but once he encounters her in the flesh, the attraction becomes sexual. And because Jude is a conventionally split Victorian, he believes the erotic attachment to be antithetical to the vocational.

Jude places a picture of Sue on the mantelpiece in his lodgings, suggesting his yearning to share a hearth and a home with her and perhaps confirming Ruth Danon’s view that the ‘Victorian compensation for alienating work was a happy domestic life’ But Sue seems out of reach. Jude introduces her to Phillotson and suffers the further anguish of seeing his former role-model beginning to woo her.

In desperation to salvage his academic ambitions, Jude writes to the masters of several Christminster colleges. Only one replies, and his letter of rejection is addressed to ‘Mr J Fawley, Stonemason’ reminding Jude that he is a trade, not a person.

Following his rejection at Christminster, Jude is divided within himself. He is a working man, but separated from his work mates by education and ambition. He longs to find solace with Sue, or the Sue that he imagines her to be. When Sue moves away to a teacher training college in Melchester, Jude turns to a new ambition, the clergy: ‘It was a new idea – the ecclesiastical and altruistic life as distinct from the intellectual and emulative one.’ But the real reason is not a burning ambition to be a curate, but his desire for Sue. He pursues her to Melchester and, amid his growing but hopeless desire for her, comes to see that the clergy is not the profession for him:

he perceived with despondency that, taken all round, he was a man of too many passions to make a good clergyman.

Soon after the body blow of Sue’s marriage to Phillotson, happiness seems once more to be within Jude’s grasp when Sue leaves her husband to be with him. For a time in Aldbrickham, Jude and Sue are genuinely happy together. Sue helps Jude with his freelance stone carving and lettering and they both share the work of looking after Little Father Time, the child of Jude and Arabella. As Ruth Danon puts it, ‘in each case shared work brings the couple closer, makes them happy.’ They exhibit a model of a Christminster college they have made together at the Wessex Agricultural Fair; a creation symbolic of this stage in their relationship where work, home and love are fully integrated.

However, Jude and Sue’s period of happiness together is all too brief. The presence of Little Father Time and the couple’s unwillingness to deny that they are unmarried draws attention to them amongst the people of their street and, soon after, the wider community. Orders for work drop off, Jude and Sue are shunned in the street and the child is taunted at school. Things come to a head when Jude and Sue, in a scene redolent of the biblical Fall, are expelled from a church where they have been working together.

Jude and Sue’s own particular paradise, where they worked together in simple harmony, is lost. They are forced to leave their home and their livelihood. Jude reverts to more conventional ideas of work and a woman’s place:

Don’t hurry about getting employment …… I don’t want you to do that. I wish you wouldn’t Sue. The boy and yourself are enough for you to attend to.

Indeed, the very idea of work becomes repugnant to him, though it is still a material necessity: ‘one can work and despise what one does.’

They return to Christminster. Whereas when Jude first arrived there it was in hope, on this occasion it is in desperation; a desperation which quickly leads to humiliation and tragedy. They arrive in Christminster on Remembrance Day and, at Jude’s insistence, they stop to watch the ceremony. Jude delivers an impromptu sermon to those in the crowd who will listen. He affirms once more the vocational ideal to which he had dedicated his life and expresses self-loathing for his failure to achieve it:

But I don’t admit that my failure proved my view to be a wrong one, or that my success would have made it a right one.

 

 

A Working Landscape

Jude the Obscure charts Jude’s efforts to overcome society’s prejudice in order to embark on an academic career. In many ways his ambition is not so much doomed as premature; shortly after the novel was published, for instance, the trade union college, Ruskin, was founded to open up academic opportunities for working men.

The father of modern economics, Adam Smith, referred to a ‘money instrumental’ attitude towards work. He could not conceive of workers being interested in their work for anything other than money. William Morris expresses a more organic view of work in News from Nowhere and argues that work can and should be integrated into all other aspects of life for both the individual and the community, thus becoming: ‘work which is pleasure and pleasure which is work.’ In what we learn of Jude’s yearning to satisfy both his vocational and emotional needs, Hardy seems to endorse Morris’s view.

The other great yearning that drives Jude throughout his adult life is his desire to be loved by Sue and to spend his life with her. Although he arrives in Christminster with fairly conventional Victorian views on love and marriage, he comes to realise that, to be accepted by Sue, he has to accept her views on marriage. Jude and Sue’s efforts to live a quietly happy life together, without the approval of church and state, were seemingly as doomed to failure as Jude’s ambition to enrol at Christminster:

Our ideas were fifty years too soon to be any good to us. And so the resistance they met with brought reaction in her, and recklessness and ruin on me!

In their brief period of contentment at Aldbrickham, Jude and Sue work cheerily together ‘like two children’, but when the pressures of a disapproving society crowd in on them, the simple pleasure of shared work is transformed into something bleak and alienating. Their children are killed, Sue returns to her loveless marriage and Jude dies alone in a Christminster garret.

But he does not die without having come to gain some understanding of the meaning of his tragedy. His Remembrance Day speech is a reaffirmation of his vocational ideals in a world that cares only about instrumental outcomes. He shows an understanding that his ordeal is not just a private one. He acknowledges his personal failings, but shows that he has grasped that his experiences should be viewed in a wider social context, thus placing the possibility for change in the hands of human beings, rather than fate:

I perceive that there is something wrong somewhere in our social formulas: what it is can only be discovered by men and women with greater insight than mine – if indeed, they can ever discover it – at least in our time.

 

Notes

All quotes are from Hardy’s Jude the Obscure, unless otherwise ascribed

Book cover image – Penguin Books

Oxford High Street 1890s image – Creative Commons

 

Bibliography

Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure (London, Penguin Classics, 1978)

Ruth Danon, Work in the English Novel: The Myth of Vocation (Totowa, New Jersey, Barnes & Noble Books, 1986)

Terry Eagleton, The English Novel: An Introduction (Oxford, Blackwell Publishing, 2005)

Terry Eagleton, Introduction to Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure (London, MacMillan, 1974)

Marjorie Garson, Hardy’s Fables of Integrity: Woman, Body, Text (Oxford, Clarendon Press, 1991)

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

J.A. Mangan and James Walvin (Eds.), Manliness and Morality: Middle-class Masculinity in Britain and America, 1800-1940 (Manchester, Manchester University Press, 1987)

David Meakin, Man and Work: Literature and Culture in Industrial Society (London, Methuen, 1976)

Masao Miyoshi, The Divided Self: A Perspective on the Literature of the Victorians (New York, New York University Press, 1969)

Merryn Williams, A Preface to Hardy (London, Longman, 1993)

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

Raymond Williams, Culture and Society, 1780 – 1950 (London, Chatto & Windus, 1958)

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Grim Day at Grimspound

Of course we could just have driven and parked on the lane off the B3212; a short walk from there would take us directly to Grimspound.  But instead we chose to walk there over the moor from Scorriton, which made for a much more dramatic arrival at this vast Bronze Age site as we approached it from the south-east over Hameldown Tor and Broad Barrow.  I had in mind Julian Cope’s description from his wondrous The Modern Antiquarian: A Pre-Millennial Odyssey Through Megalithic Britain (1998).

Approaching Grimspound From the South

Approaching Grimspound from the South-East

 

Imagine ancient travellers arriving at Grimspound, but coming downhill from over the moor to the east, the great citadel on Hookney Tor high above to the north, dotted with look-outs and linked by the causeway.  Imagine the women at the water – the fast-flowing stream at the northern edge of the huge circle.  The water runs right through the settlement.  And mighty it is too.

‘The Modern Antiquarian’ – Julian Cope

Grimspound did not disappoint – it was only the weather that was grim that day, battering us with driving rain as we came down off the Tor to continue on towards Chagford.

The four-acre site comprises a circular defensive enclosure containing the remains of twenty-four hut circles, all originating from the Late Bronze Age.  The site is dominated by the heights of Hookney Tor to the north.

Hut Circle

Hut Circle

 

 

Hut Circles Showing Entrance to the Enclosure

Hut Circles Showing Entrance to the Enclosure

 

 

 

From Hookney Tor

From Hookney Tor

 

The name Grimspound, of course, is a relatively modern invention, with ‘grim’ meaning deadly or savage and ‘pound’ an enclosure.  But there is ample evidence that this was not such a grim place in Bronze Age times, with the climate of southern Britain being much more temperate and the four-foot walls of the enclosure being more suited to herding animals than necessary for defensive purposes.  Nonetheless, on our visit nature succeeded in evoking a powerful sense of a landscape steeped in desolation and hardship.

I leave the final words to Julian Cope again:

Today I expected nothing so alive or so full of the ancient past as this.  This place reeks of the elements bursting forth.  I’m sitting at the edge of the south gate looking up at the great Hookney Tor citadel.  Here, the walls are high and the importance of the mountains in the relationship to the settlement reminds me of Mycenae.  Now, a full downpour is wetting my paper too much and I must leave this note-taking…

ibid.

 

Quotes – courtesy of Julian Cope and Thorsons

Images – the writer

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And All the Wheels of Being

Wheels must turn steadily, but cannot turn untended. There must be men to tend them, men as steady as the wheels upon their axles, sane men, obedient men, stable in contentment.

Crying: My baby, my mother, my only, only love; groaning: My sin, my terrible God; screaming with pain, muttering with fever, bemoaning old age and poverty—how can they tend the wheels?

                                                              ‘Brave New World’ – Aldous Huxley

 

I guess they have always been out there; but it’s only when you look, really look, that you start to see them.  And once you consciously embark on the process of looking you see them everywhere.  I’m talking about wheels; wheels and their invertebrate siblings otherwise known as tyres.  The first stray wheel to grab my attention and start this obsession was on a recent walk at low tide over to the island of Hilbre in the Dee estuary.  It sat in a rock pool on the short stretch of sands between the islands of Middle Eye and Hilbre.  Alone and abandoned; but still retaining its functional integrity as a wheel, as if placed at a strategic staging post should a replacement wheel ever be needed by a passing 4X4.

Hilbre

Why was it here and how had it reached this place, a point far from any road?  Calculating the possible explanations took a hold of me.  And then I started seeing them everywhere: abandoned wheels and tyres in hedgerows, in the corners of fields, on river banks and by the roadside.

Near Holt

 

 

Devon Hedge

 

The wheel is ubiquitous; an everyday object extant long before our recorded history and now found in all parts of the world.  A vital tool for our industry, agriculture and transport.  But the fascination for me, so I have recently found, is to discover wheels or tyres in places where they are not meant to be.

In most cases the wheels I have recorded appear to be merely abandoned, but sometimes one finds redundant wheels employed for purposes for which they were not specifically designed: I’ve seen them used for planters on allotments, as weights to hold down the tarpaulin on a compost heap and, in the case of the picture below, put to use as a poultry feeder.

Devon Farmyard

 

Near Overton

 

Near Farndon

 

But I keep coming back to those how and why questions; speculating about the story behind each abandoned wheel and the journey it has taken to reach its current resting point.

Take a map and consider the possibilities: plot the point where you found your wheel and look for likely directions of travel to arrive at that point.  Did you find it near a road?  Is there a farm nearby?  You might want to look at the contours on your map; a wheel at the bottom of a slope conjures up a myriad of stories.

Taking my Hilbre wheel as an example, I plotted a number of possible arrival routes as shown below.

Hilbre Map

 

The most likely direction of travel for a vehicle would be from the Wirral shoreline at low tide, perhaps from West Kirby or Red Rocks.  Less likely, because of the course of the river, would be someone driving over from the Welsh shore.  But one also needs to consider the possibility that the wheel might have originated much further away and either have been swept downriver or have been thrown up on the Hilbre shore by the incoming Irish Sea.

Once you’ve plotted your lines on a map, walk each route outwards from the centre and note your impressions, in particular looking out for any wheel-related clues.  Hopefully all the routes on your map will be on dry land, unlike mine!

So whether you’re walking in the countryside or in an urban environment, look out for them, they’re out there.

And the meaning of the title of this piece?  Full marks to anyone who recognises it as a quote from Tennyson’s In Memoriam A.H.H.

 

Map – courtesy of OpenStreetMap

All pictures – by the writer

 

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Psychogeographic Review’s Recommendations – May 2013

 

This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading:

Scarp   ‘Scarp’ – Nick Papadimitriou

Nick Papadimitriou’s meditation on walking, landscape and his upbringing in North London under the shadow of the ridge of land he refers to as Scarp

Spring Returning   ‘Spring Returning: a selection from the works of James Farrar’ –                                    Christopher Palmer

James Farrar was a young airman who died in World War Two.  This is Christopher Palmer’s moving collection of Farrar’s poetry, prose, diary entries and writings on the music of Delius

Wales   ‘Wales: An Archaeological Guide’ – Christopher Houlder

A comprehensive field guide to the archaeological sites of Wales; an invaluable tool for exploration as well as an entertaining read

Ryecroft   ‘The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft’ – George Gissing

A writer at rest reflecting on the quiet pleasures of life that he is at last able to enjoy in his final years after a lifetime of hardship and injustice

Good Soldier   ‘The Good Soldier’ – Ford Madox Ford

A portrait of deceit and hatred and one of the key works of early modernism

Wasp Factory   ‘The Wasp Factory’ – Iain Banks

Gender, identity, myth and ritual; all brought to life with Banks’s pyrotechnic use of language

Father and Son   ‘Father and Son’ – Edmund Gosse

Edmund Gosse’s ‘study of two temperaments’ – his recollections of a Victorian childhood, his loss of religious faith and the father whom he loved but constantly fought against

Europe   ‘Journey Through Europe’ – John Hillaby

John Hillaby’s original and engaging account of his walk from Hoek van Holland to Nice via the Alps; a journey across a continent in flux

 

Meanwhile, we were listening to:

Gapland   ‘Gapland’ – Charles Swain and Lost Trail

Travin Systems’ Chieftain picks up North Carolina’s Lost Trail in his battered Escort as he slides across the slick bitumen and up into the timberline.  A four track exploration of their beloved backroads, backwoods and the nature of car travel with turning synths, descending haze and irresolute house http://travinsystems.com/

To an End  ‘To an End’ – Helm

Captivating debut solo LP of drone and sound poetry from Birds Of Delay’s Luke Younger aka Helm.

Affinity   ‘Affinity’ – Affinity

Sadly neglected jazz/rock fusion album from 1970 featuring the extraordinary vocal talents of Linda Hoyle

Working Man's Dead   ‘Workingman’s Dead’ – Grateful Dead

Also from 1970: the Dead’s take on country, blues and folk laced with spine-tingling harmonies

And watching:

In the Fog   ‘In the Fog’ – Sergei Loznitsa

Sergei Loznitsa’s bleak tale of collaboration and revenge in Nazi-occupied Soviet Russia

Pan's Labyrinth   ‘Pan’s Labyrinth’ – Guillermo del Toro

A Mexican/Spanish co-production merging fantasy, myth and parable against the background of the resistance movement in the early years of Franco’s regime in Spain

Rumble Fish   ‘Rumble Fish’ – Francis Ford Coppola

Coppola’s black-and-white homage to German expressionism and the French New Wave staring Mickey Rourke and a young Matt Dillon.

Felix

 

 

 

‘Felix: Lighter V. 4’ – Graham Hooper

Film of Felix Baumgartner’s supersonic free-fall (helmet-cam footage) reversed and slowed down to last as long as the Bond film ‘Skyfall’. See it on YouTube here

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Clerkenwell: drift and prams

A guest post by Fernando Sdrigotti

Clerkenwell: a hectic hub in the centre of London. Today, as always, several times co-exist here. Today, the times of the media industry, the postal workers, the Italian Diaspora, and a (mostly white) working-class. I lived in Clerkenwell from late 2009 to late 2011; I was fascinated then; and I am fascinated now (I write these words under the same spell). I used to spend my mornings pushing a pram around the area; my daughter, now two, was an early drifter. Now this is arguably not the best place to push a pram; yet I hold dearly these times where we could dérivé around Clerkenwell, just the two of us, alone in the crowd of early morning workers and local drunks.

We would reproduce the same journey on a daily basis. The starting point would always be Mount Pleasant Sorting Office, around the corner from our flat.

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Across the road from Mount Pleasant sorting office

 

This space, currently housing one of the largest sorting offices in Europe, used to be known as Coldbath Fields Prison (1794 – 1885). Something of its past survives in the building. An imaginary palimpsest, perhaps; but there is something carceral about the place.

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The sorting office as seen from Farringdon Road

 

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Etching of Coldbath Field Prison (Source: The British Postal Museum & Archive)

 

The sorting office is a spiky, brutal, affair. The windows don’t let one see more than bits of postal clutter and the occasional postman (before the current redevelopment; the building is now covered in scaffolding and Christo-like fabric; I dread to think what will become of it once the redevelopment of the area is finished). I’ve always fantasised about asking to be led into the building; I understand this is possible; I don’t know why I never did it (perhaps the fear of ruining an ideal relationship with this building?).

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Back of the building, intersection of Warner Street and Phoenix Place.

 

Towards the back there’s a huge parking lot frequently packed with red vans. And, although invisible to the eye, there are tunnels underneath the ground, tracing wanton trajectories across the city, connecting who knows which buildings with who knows which other underground spaces. In the past Royal Mail used to run their own underground train, carrying only letters. Letters being the most anthropologically charged of objects, the trajectories remain for whoever wants to feel them. You might imagine them being love letters; I prefer to imagine them as utility bills and junk mail, the kinds of epistolarity the city imposes on its citizens.

I have used this space in my fiction writing. Two of the stories of my upcoming book (Ordinary Stories in Minor English) take it as setting or background. In the first one, a group of black and Asian postal workers manage to prevent a plot to kill the Queen with a pair of exploding shoes sent to her by Mossad; on the second one a young barmaid who works in the pub across the road can’t sleep due to the vibrations (the charged letters) she perceives from the sorting office (her cocaine habit might contribute to her insomnia but she blames the sorting office nevertheless). The sorting office also has a secondary role in many other short stories I wrote around this time. I guess it was my way of taking something of this building with me when I left the area.

After Mount Pleasant it would be Spa Fields, just a couple of hundred metres east down Farringdon Road. Now home to mostly local winos, media clerks on lunch-break, and the staff of the London Metropolitan Archive, Spa Fields was a burial ground from 1777- 1849.

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Back gate; Spa Fields

 

The crematorium used to occupy the space in which the park attendant’s house lies today. The burial ground was originally planned for +2700 interments. According to British History Online by “in fifty years it was carefully computed that 80,000 interments had taken place in this pestilential graveyard”. This practice was permitted by the constant exhumation, chopping-up, and cremation of older corpses. Due to the infectious smells that emanated from the place, all the corpses were finally removed and relocated to other cemeteries at the then outskirts of the city. This practice continues today in the expulsion – via extortionate rent – of the original inhabitants of the area. Gentrification is always a gory business. One might thing Clerkenwell is already fully gentrified; one should think carefully. There’s always the potential for further expulsions. The local council flats are today a mixed affair: working families cohabit with students, media people and City yuppies. There is nothing stopping the huge monster that is the City of London from conquering what it hasn’t already conquered. The soaring rents in the area, in addition to the housing benefit cap should do their part in contributing to this.

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Formerly a crematorium and bone-house, now the park attendant’s house.

 

I used to spend several hours every morning walking in circles in this square. Babies are pram-fascists that only sleep while on moving wheels. Nevertheless I owe these lost hours the pleasure of re-reading W. G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn. I guess the only way this book can get any better is if one reads it while walking.

Sooner or later the young fascist child would wake up. We would then head to Saint James Clerkenwell church, just a hundred metres north from Clerkenwell Green, temporary home to Vladimir Lenin. The legend states that Lenin met Stalin at a pub just around the corner from this church. I ignore whether they walked on the churchyard; but I guess they did: atheists cannot resist religion’s call.

You don’t see any commies around here now. This is also mainly a place for media people on their lunch break and local drunks. The latter are a fixture in Clerkenwell. The area is close enough to Central London and far enough from Westminster’s and the Met’s Street Homelessness Unit. I used to talk to one of them, a guy with a northern accent. He had just been released from prison after many years; he shot a man but he failed to kill him; the man had abused him when the homeless guy was a child; he waited almost ten years and he took his revenge; he regretted not having killed him; he didn’t regret having spent time in jail. I used to hear all this from behind a pushchair; and so did my daughter (luckily she didn’t understand English back then).

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Saint James Church, Clerkenwell

 

Now I am guilty of living in another gentrified area of London (is there any area that isn’t gentrified here?). But there are no industrial buildings over here; no prisons but the everyday; the postmen only turn up to deliver letters (bills); and you don’t see any homeless drinkers at the park.

I’m bored to death. I miss Clerkenwell.

 

Sources:

British History Online, http://www.british-history.ac.uk/report.aspx?compid=45101

Islington Now, http://islingtonnow.co.uk/?p=3029

The British Postal Museum Archive, http://postalheritage.org.uk/page/mountpleasant

Reffell Family History, http://www.reffell.org.uk/cemeteries/spafields.php

The British Postal Museum & Archive, http://www.postalheritage.org.uk/page/mount-pleasant

Local signposts

 

Biography:

Fernando Sdrigotti is a writer, urban photographer and film researcher. Born in Rosario, Argentina he has lived in London since the early noughties. His first book, Tríptico, was published in 2008; he is currently finishing his first collection of short stories, Ordinary Stories in Minor English and a novel in Spanish, Shetlag [sic]. At times he has been a full-time musician, part-time melancholic and occasional bohemian.

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The Chalets of Farndon

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  The chalet colony, through which I walked with Anna on that bright morning, was larger and more cheerful than the neighbouring villages.  Nobody needed an expulsion order to move in. ‘Ghost Milk: Calling Time on the Grand Project’ – … Continue reading

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STRATUM

This month we’re pleased to present a guest post by a friend of this blog, Charles Swain.  We hope you’ll agree that Charlie’s photographic essay provides some stunning images and impressions of a recent visit to an abandoned industrial town in Maryland, USA.

Charlie has put together an e-booklet of this piece and we will be sending a PDF of the booklet to all our email followers so that they can enjoy his pictures in their full glory.  We can also send it to anyone else on request and free of charge.

Charles Swain, by the way, runs Travin Systems.com/Travin Systems Records ‘providers of rural oddness and spa town lariness through writing, photography and techno.’  His site is definitely worth a visit:

www.travinsystems.com

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