Thursday, 21 July 2016

Reading for July


Last Friday's Hogarth walk went well I thought and three copies of the tunnel book were bought.  Much of the reading this month has been Hogarthian in preparation for the walk.  In my opinion the best book on Hogarth, that skilfully combines biography with iconography is by Jenny Uglow; the scholarly work of Ronald Paulson is the bedrock for any serious study of the artist and I still find David Bindman's short Thames & Hudson summary a mine of information; Robert LS Cowley produced an exhaustive study of one series of Hogarth paintings in the National Gallery: Marriage a la Mode.

After the summer holiday hiatus I intend to plan some events for the autumn.

July's reading has included:

Julian Symons Bloody Murder (1992 ed)

Colin Watson Snobbery With Violence

Re-read both these this month: Julian was the brother of Corvo biographer A JA Symons (see earlier posts on Corvo) and a successful crime writer and poet.  A very readable and opinionated overview of the crime genre of fiction (with a chapter on the development of the thriller) up to the early 1990s.  Dorothy L Sayers does not come out well, but a number of lesser-known writers, such as Francis Iles and Edmund Crispin, are singled out for praise.

Watson's book (another crime writer, whose Flaxborough Chronicles were dramatised for television) is more entertaining, if not as factually accurate, and it's recommended to read both together.  Watson can turn a memorable phrase and I quoted some of his opinions of Sax Rohmer's work in Lord of Strange Deaths.  He is damning on the cosiness of the English whodunnit and the casual way in which murder was treated in these works as a simple puzzle to be worked out, with none of the human or moral consequences considered.  He also rails against the predominantly right wing tone of many of the authors and the unabashed snobbery and unquestioned class assumptions, as in an incident where Lord Peter Whimsey and two motorcyclists are pulled over by the police for speeding:

'Predictably, the motorcyclists, a truculent lower middle-class pair, had their names taken by the police with a view to prosecution whereas Lord Peter was subjected to no inconvenience ("you being who you are", as the local superintendent told him) other than stares of admiration at "long sweep of the exhaust and the rakish lines" of his car.'

In the light of the events of recent weeks the book reminds us of the intractability of the more unpleasant and less enlightened facets of the English character.   A good review here.

G K Chesterton  The Complete Father Brown

Never having read these before (or seen tv adaptations), I'm finding these short stories very entertaining.  Verging on the surreal, the plots are invariably absurd and in some cases I found the solutions to the various crimes incomprehensible, but the vigour of the writing and the descriptions of the locations carry them through.  Father Brown himself is very sketchily described, but I've found these tales engrossing, unlike a Lord Peter Whimsey novel which I had to abandon after the first chapter.


Tuesday, 28 June 2016

Review in Fortean Times


Secret Tunnels of England: Folklore & Fact has been reviewed in the July issue of Fortean Times (no.342, p.61).   The reviewer Steve Marshall gives it 8 out of 10 and comments:

'Illustrated and highly readable, Secret Tunnels of England ends with an afterword by Fortean Times's Gary Lachman on why we are so fascinated by secret tunnels and other subterranean spaces.  Citing Plato, Jung and David Lewis-Williams, he considers the psychological and religious aspects of tunnels, bringing the book to a satisfying conclusion.'

Still available from the outlets listed in previous posts.  I shall also have copies for sale at a discounted price on the Hogarth walk in July (only a couple of places left).

Thursday, 23 June 2016

Reading for June



There are less than 10 places left on next month's Hogarth walk.

Books I've been reading this month:

Roberto Calasso   The Art of the Publisher

Guy de la Bedoyere   Roman Britain

Marc Morris   King John

Readable - if rather confusing chronologically - biography of the king whose death anniversary comes up on 18th October.

Robert Aickman   Cold Heart in Mine

Aickman's strange and unsettling tales - such as 'The Swords' in this collection - stay in the mind much longer than the vast majority of ghost stories.

John Robb   Death to Trad Rock

Skim-read after a surprisingly powerful, relentless and rocking gig by The Nightingales at The Carlisle pub in Hastings a couple of weeks ago, only temporarily halted by someone leaning on the jukebox and dislodging the plug for the mixing desk.

Brix Smith Start   The Rise, the Fall and The Rise

Fair to say that MES doesn't come out of this too well.

A. J. Lees   Mentored by a Madman: The William Burroughs Experiment

Very interesting autobiographical account by one of the world's leading neurologists of the influence of the writings and thought of William Burroughs on his scientific work, particularly with regard to drugs.  Could usefully be read in conjunction with Oliver Sacks' Awakenings (Sacks, of course, features here).  His thoughts on modern medicine (pp183-4): 'The NHS regarded neurology as an expensive, largely talking speciality with woolly outcomes and there was never enough funding.  Performance was now judged by waiting times, not quality of care or innovation.  Professionalism was being replaced by brainless accountability reflected in meaningless league tables... In the pretence to be more scientific, only the very latest and most immediate data was now considered trustworthy.  Painstaking, clinical, pharmacological observation in small numbers of patients was disparaged as "eminence based medicine". New was better than old, more was superior to little, and early detection of disease was essential - such truisms reflected the prevailing zeitgeist.'

Lees also mentions a piece of underground folklore (p.12) included in my Secret Tunnels of England.When he was training in anatomy at the London Hospital in the capital's East End: 'A rumour that passed from one generation of students to the next was that at the end of each term the mauled cadavers were transported on a dead body train from the hospital to Whitechapel station and then to a place of rest near the necropolis of Brick Lane.'  For more on this classic urban legend see here.

A friend managed to get me an inscribed copy, as I couldn't get to the book launch.  Notting Hill Editions were partially an influence on the book design of Accumulator Press.  It's a great book - I cannot comment on the scientific and medical information contained therein, but what I can say is that (adopts whining nasal tone) it would be highly unusual to get a train from Liverpool Lime Street and arrive at King's Cross (p. 7 and p.9) rather than Euston.



Monday, 6 June 2016

The Next Events


To make a change from secret tunnels the next event is a walk on Hogarth's London, one of my very occasional artist walks.  It will leave from Westminster Reference Library at 6.30 on Friday 15 July.  Details here.  Places will be limited and it will end at the lovely Lamb pub in Lamb's Conduit Street.  More information to follow.

I recently acquired a framed print from photographer Bob Mazzer (see above) who, I was surprised to find, lives in St Leonards. He is most well known for chronicling the passengers on the London tube for the last thirty years or so, a remarkable and revealing record that shows many of the social changes in the capital (and the years when it was permissible to smoke and drink on underground trains).  All the fashion trends can be seen: skinheads, punks, New Romantics etc. and there are reminders of how menacing travelling on public transport could be, especially in the 1970s, as I recall.  I'm hoping that we will be doing an event together in London at some point in the next three months.  More on Bob Mazzer's work can be found here and here and here.

I wrote something about The Yellow Book for Westminster Reference Library's Book of the Month here.

I've just found out that The Nightingales are playing at The Carlisle pub in Hastings this Sunday 12th June.  I've never been a fan, but I often heard them on Peel and the bill looks interesting - may go.

I shall also be going to two concerts at the De La Warr Pavilion: Television on 14th June and Eleanor 
Friedberger on 1st September.

Announcement last week of the discovery of the earliest dated document from Roman Britain on the vast Bloomberg redevelopment site in the City of London which encompasses the vanished river Walbrook and the Temple of Mithras.  Appropriately enough it concerns a financial arrangement.  See here and here.



Secret Tunnels of England Excavated Edition




I recently asked paper artist Linda Toigo to tunnel through a copy of Secret Tunnels of England: Folklore and Fact and this is the result.  You can see more of her work here.  Down to under 100 copies left, so get yours soon.  Available through Amazon, and Watkins, Treadwells and Atlantis, LRB Bookshop in London, Five Leaves in Nottingham, Albion Books in Hastings and the Bookkeeper in St Leonards.

Tuesday, 17 May 2016

Sinkholes and Pageviews



Sinkholes are becoming an increasing problem worldwide.  This example from Cornwall is one of the most impressive and terrifying, opening up directly outside a house.  Apparently it reaches water at 300 feet but could be 'four or five times' deeper.  From the latest issue of Subterranea Britannica's Subterranea and via BLDGBLOG.

Another recent one opened up in Greenwich and almost swallowed a car.  See here.

This week the number of page views for this blog exceeded 100,000.  The most read post is the one about Subterranean Selfridges, but for some reason the Golden Ram of Satan is also proving very popular at the moment;  I know there is very little information about it online apart from my post.  Another much-read item is about a talk on Paul Raymond, but it may just be because of the picture.

Thursday, 12 May 2016

Reading for May

Sarah Bakewell At the Existentialist Cafe: Freedom, Being & Apricot Cocktails (Chatto & Windus, 2016)

Proteus and the Magician: The Letters of Henry Miller and John Cowper Powys ed. Jacqueline Peltier (The Powys Society, 2014)

David Douglas English Scholars 1660-1730 (Eyre & Spottiswood, 2nd rev ed. 1951)

Annebella Pollen The Kindred of the Kibbo Kift: Intellectual Barbarians (Donjon Books, 2015) - reveals the significant influence of Aleister Crowley on this strange group, which I wasn't aware of.  Due a revival?  We camped with the offshoot Woodcraft Folk last year.

Ruth Scurr John Aubrey, My Own Life (Vintage, 2016) bought at the charming Harris & Harris bookshop in Clare, Suffolk.  I'd tried to buy it earlier at a Waterstones in Lincoln, but they'd never heard of it and couldn't find it on their catalogue, admittedly I couldn't remember the full title.  (It's been extensively reviewed and was shortlisted for the 2015 Costa Biography Award).  There are frequent mentions of various coffee houses in London, Jonathan's in particular, and Aubrey's meetings there with luminaries of the period (second half of 17c).  As he reports (p.297) 'I have the advantage of London's new coffee houses. Before they opened, men only knew how to be acquainted with their own relations or societies.  They were afraid and stared at all who were not of their own communities.'  I believe my book London's Coffee Houses in which Jonathan's and many others establishments are described, may have recently gone out of print (although the publishers have failed to inform me of the fact).

Tuesday, 19 April 2016

Underground Updates

As I write this I am presently 5999th in a queue to buy tickets for a series of visits to Hidden London organised by the London Transport Museum, including the Down Street 'ghost station' and Clapham South Deep Level Shelter.  It seems unlikely that I shall be getting a ticket, despite the fact that they are a mind-and wallet-blowing £75 each!  At least the Down Street tickets are, others are less expensive.

I have added yet another update to the massively popular post on the alleged Victorian street under Selfridges in the light of the Subterranean Saturday discussions.  

It is highly likely that I shall be joining David Quantick, Gareth E Rees and others for an evening of what they have termed 'Weird Shit' at Borough Wines in Robertson Street, Hastings on Thursday 5th May.  I'll be talking for about 20 minutes about some of the more outlandish tales in my secret tunnel book.  I understand that there will be a folklorish theme to the evening as it follows shortly after the excellent annual Jack in the Green festival.  The shop has a large grungy underground space that looks as if it should have a smugglers' tunnel leading from it to the beach.

Sunday, 17 April 2016

Borley Rectory: The Final Miscellany


To conclude this short series of pieces on Borley Rectory I should note some of the more interesting aspects of the case for me.

A long list of dramatis personae (see here) were involved in the Borley story, some of whom went on to achieve renown in other areas.  Two of the most significant are Robert Fordyce Aickman and Ellic Howe.  Aickman (1914-1981) is probably the greatest 'weird' fiction writer this country has ever produced - Faber has recently reissued his stories and there have been documentaries such as this excellent one from Ray Russell and another on Radio 4. Aickman visited the ruins of the rectory on the night of July 24 1943 (End of Borley Rectory pp.76-77) and the following week on 31st - the second visit took place during a spectacular thunder storm, which must have added considerably to the atmosphere; the minor incidents he recorded on both occasions were not considered supernatural.

Ellie Howe (1910-1991) was known to me as the author of The Magicians of the Golden Dawn, but he was also an a authority on the history of printing and had an interesting war.  He accompanied Price on his first visit to Borley on 2 June 1937 after he had agreed to rent the rectory.  They established the Base Room in the old library and on the two nights they spent there Howe claimed to have heard taps and thumps and the sound of a door being closed.

The Revd Lionel Algernon Foyster was born in Hastings on 7 January 1878.  Visiting All Saint's church this morning I saw that three Foysters in succession had been vicars of the church in the nineteenth century (see photo above).  Marianne Foyster said that some of the furniture from the All Saints rectory was moved to Borley.  Eric Dingwall, who was one of the three authors of the debunking tome The Haunting of Borley Rectory, spent his final years in a seafront flat in St Leonards.  He has an entry in the Oxford Dictionary of National Biography and information can also be found here and here.  His interest in erotica is explored a little here.

Our old friend C E M Joad (1891-1953), who features in my book Netherwood, not only knew Aleister Crowley, but was also a friend of Price (see an earlier post here).  He visited Borley on 28 July 1937 when he said he saw pencil marking on the wall which he thought had not been there earlier.

Finally my favourite story from the whole farrago of nonsense:

At the ago of 80 and, it should be borne in mind, after having read The Most Haunted House in England, Mr P. Shaw Jeffrey felt moved to write to Harry Price.  In his letter he recorded that he had visited the rectory in 1885 and 1886 where:

'I had lots of small adventures ... Stones falling about, my boots found on top of the wardrobe ... and I saw the nun several times and often heard the coach go clattering by.  But the big adventure that would have been worth your while recording was one time when I missed a big French dictionary which I had been regularly using for some days.  Nobody could find it, but one night I was awakened by a big thump on the floor, and there was the dictionary (after I had lit my candle), with its back a good deal knocked about, sprawling on the floor.  My bedroom door was locked.'

Dr W J Pythian-Adams, Canon of Carlisle, a major supporter of the reality of the haunting at Borley, had in January 1941 sent Price a lengthy, ingenious and totally speculative 'explanation' for the events, based heavily on the reported seance results and other 'evidence' given in MHHE, which makes fairly entertaining reading, but cannot be taken seriously by anyone of a remotely critical frame of mind.

Price used the letter as an entire chapter (X) in The End of Borley Rectory and all subsequent research was based on this theory that the nun Marie Lairre from Le Havre was brought to this country by a member of the Waldegrave family and was later strangled by him and buried in the grounds of the rectory.  Looking at the transcripts printed in EBR (ch VIII) it is clear that Marie Lairre was just one of many different entities contacted during the seances, some claiming to have been murdered at Borley, the most popular burial spot being by a tree in the garden.  Some fragments of female remains were found by Price in very suspicious circumstances in the rectory cellars in August 1943 (as explained here, the 'well tank' under which her remains were interpreted to lie by Canon Pythian-Adams, based on his reading of the wall writings, would have been in the attic and not in the cellar - you'd think a seventeenth-century nun would have had a more thorough knowledge of plumbing).   It is also repeated many times in the transcripts that the nun claimed to have been based at a nunnery in Bures, which we know simply did not exist, and neither, I would hazard, did she.

There is also the rather unusual fact that the seances were conducted in English, not French (although some nonsense Latin was received at one point).  Fortunately Canon Pythian-Adams came to the rescue once more to explain why, in particular, the mysterious wall writings later attributed by him to Marie Lairre, were in English rather than her native French.  By the time that he came to pen an article for the Church Quarterly Review in 1946 he was aware of Mr Shaw Jeffrey's tale of his disappearing dictionary from the 1880s and could therefore write:

'Am I seriously contending that a French girl (the 'Nun') was haunting Borley all those years and that she collected English words out of a dictionary in the 80s for an appeal [the wall writings] which had to wait another half-century?  I am contending nothing.  I simply ask whether any other explanation will fit the facts.'