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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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Travelling with the galvachers

Notes from my trip in Anost, which I’ve only just managed to recover. (Won’t it be wonderful, when, one day, computers are truly plug and play, so when you get a new one you don’t spend weeks making it all work. And the wi-fi still isn’t…)

Well worth a visit is the Galvachers museum in Anost. If nothing else, you’ll have a sophisticated grasp of the different forms of ox-drivers in the 19th and early 20th-century.

In short:

* Les toucheurs drive cattle to abbatoirs. Often on journeys of 12 to 15 days

* Les boeutiers: young men who were effectively seasonal workers, taking cattle to work on cereal crops as far away as Picardie. The red cattle of the Morvan had a reputation for strength. The maquis de Dampierre considered best working cattle in the world.

*Les charretiers had carts suitable for lots of different jobs, including transporting wood, wine, stone, etc. Could be away from home for wide variations of time

* Les galvachers (the elite) migrated traditionally from May 1 to St Martin’s Day, specialising in moving wood, usually from the most difficult slopes.

In this poor area they were regarded as financial saviours, in memory were glorious, courageous adventurers.

That reputation helped to create the typical women’s industry, which was wetnursing “feminine des nourrices”. Since the region had a reputation for strength and good character, it was thought that the wet nurses would help their charges grow up appropriately.

The museum attendant is also the librarian and she and I had a fascinating discussion (more or less in French) about the women, looking at the wonderful pictures of them – all starched and proper overlay on faces that speak of poverty, with the belaced and pampered charges.

I also questioned (with the use of lots of sign language) why it was that every single ox yoke was for the horns, rather than across the shoulders, when you would think that the latter would be muchmore mechanically efficient and comfortable for the animals. The librarian consulted the books, but the only conclusion that we could draw was “tradition”.

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Visiting Brilliant Women

Over on My London Your London I’ve an account of my visit yesterday to the Brilliant Women Exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery. There were lots of other things I should have been doing, but what the hell…

History

Historical miscellany

* Archaeology sheds unexpected light on 17th-century Cornwall, with the discovery of a series of pits lined with swan pelts revealing a previously unknown folk tradition/religious practice. I’m calling it that rather than The Times’s “witchcraft”, because who knows how the practitioners saw it… One of the fascinating things about it, however, is how late this tradition survived without making any impact on the historical record.

* One of Ramses’ sons has been revealed as having what would surely have been in his terms a miserable afterlife – mistaken for a female temple dancer.

* From my inbox, an exploration of just how much use a Viking’s shield would be to him (or perhaps her) – tested out in fun, if slightly frightening, detail. What would it have been like were you fighting in a real-life epic?

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Portable antiquities

Anyone know what is happening with the Portable Antiquities Scheme? This is a brilliant, cheap and popular government scheme, so naturally its funding is under threat.

It allows and encourages people who find antiquities to report them, with the details being registered for researchers – as chronicled on its blog.

More than 200 MPs backed an early day motion supporting it, but can’t find anything since then….

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Reading and listening

On the usually excellent In Our Time on Radio Four, an account of the importance of Ada Lovelace. (That link will only work for a week – I’d recommend downloading immediately so you don’t miss it.)

And I didn’t think there was any real doubt about this, but further evidence has emerged that the Victorian army doctor James Barry was actually Margaret Ann Bulkley, daughter of a Cork grocer.

And on the Times, a rather rightwing slanted list of 50 green bloggers. But there are some good ‘uns to add to the blogroll.