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There’s now an entire online newspaper dedicated to Shakespeare.

And George Orwell’s diaries are being blogged in “real time”. It sounds like, from the entry of 1938, that this was a year much like the one we’re now experiencing: “Nights are getting colder & more like autumn. A few oaks beginning to yellow very slightly. After the rain enormous slugs crawling about, one measuring about 3” long.”

Which reminds me that quite some time ago Dairies of a Lady of Quality came to a grinding halt. If I manage a really efficient day today, I just might manage to get restarted…

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Elsewhere…

… I a guest blogging over on Jim’s excellent The Daily (Maybe) with a piece about why I chose to discuss early 20th-century peasant rebellions in Southeast Asia, rather than listen to Ariana Huffington – it is all about thinking about how the future might look (and how we might come to view a steady state balanced economy, rather than a growing one, as a positive thing – as the human race has done throughout much of history.

(And in his commentary Jim has my hat situation summarised just right….)

… and on Blogcritics I’m reviewing Tim Butcher’s Blood River, about a journey through the modern Democratic Republic of Congo which provides an easily digestible introduction to that poor, blighted country.

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A rival for my literary affections

The dashing detective Phyrne Fisher now has a rival for my literary affections. It was the Women Writers Through the Ages group that introduced me to her rival, Nell Bray, fittingly, since this character's defining characteristic is that she's a suffragette – she works for the Women's Political and Social Union.

In the first book featuring Gillian Linscot's hero that I read, Blood on the Wood, in that role she's sent down to the countryside to collect a valuable painting that has been left to the Union in the will of a rich but politically radical woman. It is nothing more than a slightly embarrassing errand for Nell, until she gets back to London and finds the painting she's been given is a copy.

Returning, Nell has to deal not only with the husband, caught up in a family crisis, but with a group of leftist radicals camping on the farm, among whom is a poor, abused woman who the son of the family has decided to rescue in the Edwardian way, by marriage. Soon, however, there's a body.

We're not talking particularly gory here, or fiendishly complicated plots: Linscot's books, like those of Kerry Greenwood, Phyrne's creator, belong to a growing genre that I'd class as "feminist historical cozy". The women are independent-minded and tough, and they look out for themselves – often with more than a nod towards Dorothy L. Sayer's Harriet Vane.

The focus is chiefly on character rather than plot, on women making their way in a man's world, ignoring convention and coming up trumps. For Nell it is much more so, in Dead Man Riding we go back to the start of her career, when she's a student at Oxford, in the last year of Queen Victoria's reign. Student, but not headed for a degree, for women are not yet allowed such things, and the plot here centres around the adventures of a mixed group of students – shock horror, the university authorities must not find out or the women will be sent down – who go for what is essentially an innocent intellectual trip to the Lake district.

There's also for both heroes a carefully researched background that takes you into the period without every making you feel like you're reading a textbook: the background in <i>Dead Man Riding</i> is the controversy over the Boer War (which has distinct echoes with Iraq); Phyrne strides the landmarks streets of Melbourne or takes to the controls of a Tiger Moth with equal detail.

Yet on balance, I still have to class Phyrne as my favourite, not because of better writing, plot or research (the two authors to my mind are about evenly balanced), but because she lives in an age closer to our own. Phyrne is happily, comfortably sexual and openly defiant of convention – even if I don't share her interest in frocks. The First World War has destroyed the restrictive frame within which the Edwardian Nell must operate. Still, I'll be visiting with Nell again, even if I will be frustrated by the social restrictions that also frustrate her.

Books Women's history

Between the Black Death and the Reformation – women and the church

I’ve been reading in the odd spare moment The Good Women of the Parish: Gender and Religion After the Black Death, Katherine L French, Uni of Penn Press, 2008. It is delightfully lively for a serious academic text; there is a thesis and theory, but the book wears this lightly and recovers from church records and accounts snippets that give an insight into the lives of women in this difficult age.

In post-plague England as many as a third of women never married, and there was a preoccupation with controlling independent and mobile women, French finds. Studies on women and religion in this period have tended to focus on nuns and the elite, but at the local level churchgoing, and church activities, played a central role in women’s lives. Parochial activities were designed to promote lay support for the parish, but in their frequent gender segregation, women adapting their housekeeping roles and behaviours in the service of the parish, which fostered collective action and expanded their opportunities.

There’s not of course in this era the sort of spiritual diaries that start to occur, from relatively modest places on the social scale, after the Reformation, so French has to find hints, suggestions and draw conclusions from rather drier records. But her conclusions were, to this reader, solid.

So, she says, when in Tintinhull Somerset in 1449 and again in 1452, when the group of women who would have been paid six pennies for laundering the church linens declined payment, chosing instead to donate their labour, they were expressing not just devotion, but probably also drawing considerable satisfaction for doing so. (That would probably have been something like a week’s wages.) When in Bassingbourne, Cambridgeshire, the parish produced a St Margaret’s play to raise money for a new statue of St George, many women donated their brewing and baking labour for the refreshments.
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Women, nature and history: combining my interests

When I came across a description of Sylvia Bowerbanks’ Speaking for Nature: Women and Ecologies of Early Modern England, as a book combining women’s and ecological history, I had to lay hands on it. Which isn’t to say I didn’t have my doubts: would this be one of those books that seeks to imprint, wholly inappropriately, modern thoughts and approaches into history? But I needn’t have worried, for this is an impeccable well though-out, academic book, that examines its characters in the terms of their own time, while applying understanding and research of the following centuries.

Bowerbanks begins by explaining that she wants to go back into history to seek the origins of the apparent modern links between women and nature. If, as Ynestra King claimed in “The Eco-Feminist Imperative”, women are “the repository of a sensibility” that can save the planet, where does this begin, what does it go back to?

Of course in early modern times the talk was not of “environment”, but “nature”.

“In theory, woman remained the subordinate mediatrix between man and nature and yet, even this degraded placement afforded her compensatory powers. Insofar as woman was ‘man’ on the one hand, she could potentially lay claim to agency in the modern project to civilise nature. Insofar as she was ‘nature’, she could lay claim to a special capacity to speak for nature – especially as men began to pride themselves on their increasing detachment from nature. Furthermore, insofar as woman was both ‘nature’ and ‘man’, she could critique the modern project of mastery, even as she reached towards a distinctive knowledge of nature, based on the radicalized concept of compassion that might be termed the beginning of an ecological sensibility.” (p4-5)

Bowerbanks begins with Mary Wroth’s The Countess of Montgomeries Urania (1621), walking to the famed Penshurst (immortalised by Ben Jonson’s economium, which has the estate as a haven of balance of the human and natural orders. Yet, she explains, this was no such haven for the young Mary, who as a girl was whipped around England and the Continent, which marks Wroth’s work, which has “an extistential homelessness, together with a longing for a lost past”. (P.30) This nostalgia, Bowerbanks suggests, develops as a tool for early capitalism/consumer culture – the grieving for a lost green world can encourage the purchase of attempts to recover it.

And for Wroth, nature herself participates in this grieving, a labour mostly performed for Wroth by women, becomes at one with it. e.g. Liana lies “her head on the roote of a weeping willow, which dropped downe her teares into the Christalline streames…Shee lay betweene the body of that sad tree, and the river which passed close by it, running as if in haste to carry their sorroes from them” (p.34)

This was published in the same year as Robert Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy, but Urania is profoundly modern – a symptom of malaise and scepticism, whereas for Burton it was medieval, rooted in sin.

For while Wroth often seems to wallow in the disappearing pleasures of the aristocratic hunt, the absolute powers granted to her class by the forest laws, which were gradually being eroded, she’s also, Bowerbanks finds, questioning, critical: “evokes an environment — so abundant, so various, so yielding and so flattering to a noble woman’s charms — she does so to expose the grim realities of rape, abuse, violence and alienation that, in every grove, threaten woman’s safety and well-being.”(p. 50)

For Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of Newcastle, recently recovered as a serious, original 17th-century thinker from the ridicule of centuries, there’s also this sense of loss, but also a clear desire to modernise, to reinvent, in line with the “male science” of the time from which she was firmly rebuffed. One of her interests was Sherwood Forest, which together with similar stretches of previous royal land by the Civil War was being steadily and indiscriminately used up. The great oaks of Welbeck Park were the particular focus.
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An interview with Slavoj Zizek

It was an interesting experience. As I said in another context, he has a huge intellect, a huge ego, and a beard to match. When I get time I’ll also be writing for a different forum a review of his latest book, Violence.