oursin: Photograph of Stella Gibbons, overwritten IM IN UR WOODSHED SEEING SOMETHIN NASTY (woodshed)

Are they going to eat me alive?’: trail runners become prey in newest form of hunting:

Would you like to be chased by a pack of hounds? It’s a question often put to highlight the cruelty of hunting, because the answer would seem to be no. Or so you would think.
Yet increasing numbers of people are volunteering to be chased across the countryside by baying bloodhounds in what could soon be the only legal way to hunt with dogs in England and Wales, rather than pursuing animals or their scents.

I seem to recall that the pursuit of children with bloodhounds featured in the Mitford children's childhood (or was this just one of Nancy's fictional artefacts?) but as I recall that did not involve pursuing them across country on horseback.... (and presumably the children were already acquainted with their father's bloodhounds).

Maybe this would have struck differently - jolly countryside japes? - if this had not been the same week in which there was

a) a review of the new remake of The Running Man:

Ben signs up for a top-rated reality TV show called The Running Man; he has to go on the run across the US, hunted by professional killers, and if he can survive for 30 days, he gets a billion dollars. But all too late, he realises that these shark-like fascist TV execs aren’t going to play fair.

(pretty sure I have come across similar scenarios set in nearish future dystopias) and

b) this creep-making report: Italy investigates claims of tourists paying to shoot civilians in Bosnia in 1990s:

[J]ournalist and novelist Ezio Gavazzeni, who describes a "manhunt" by "very wealthy people" with a passion for weapons who "paid to be able to kill defenceless civilians" from Serb positions in the hills around Sarajevo.
Different rates were charged to kill men, women or children, according to some reports.

I'm really not sure it's a great idea to start this sort of thing.

oursin: Painting of Rydale by Barbara Bodichon (Rydale Water)

I recently came across the existence of Mink Hunts.

While it is true that the mink is a dangerously invasive non-native predator species, there are, I have Done The Research to discover, wildlife and conservation organisations which are tackling the problem in an organised, ethical and appropriate way:
Is eradication of invasive mink now possible?
Waterlife Recovery Trust: Vision and Strategy: A Mink-Free GB
Wildlife Management - Mink Control

None of these strategies involve having a fun time

hunting and killing mink with packs of hounds. Some mink hunts actively target otters and all of these summer hunts cause substantial disturbance to the fragile riverside environment.
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Both mink and otters will go to ground in burrows or tree roots when pursued by hounds. For this reason, terriermen will always be present on a mink hunt. The image below, of the Dove Valley Mink Hounds terriermen, is typical – note the terriers, spades and T-bar being carried. As we have recently highlighted, hunted mink will also seek refuge in trees, so don’t be surprised if the hunters are seen lifting terriers up into pollarded willows or using their otter poles or other implements to poke about in branches.

Otter are native and after being on the brink of extinction due to hunting, habitat destruction, and water pollution, have been making a comeback.

oursin: Julia Margaret Cameron photograph of Hypatia (Hypatia)

I don't think I've posted this before (though even when it was published, was it actually a New Thing???): The Theory That Men Evolved to Hunt and Women Evolved to Gather Is Wrong:
'Nevertheless, the data we do have signal that it is time to bury Man the Hunter for good.'
If only (see also, The Hero's Journey, yaaawn.)

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This is grim, content warnings: A mass grave, forced adoption and babies with disabilities left to die: Inside historic church homes (and this was in England and Wales, during the years of the Welfare State).

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It's not that great, being a queen (especially not if you're married to who she was married to, okay, not as noxious as Prinny, but pretty bad - I have seen elsewhere that he gave her syphilis as well as obstetric hell):

Alexandra gave birth in 1864, 1865, 1867, 1868, 1869, and 1871. The continual years of pregnancy took its toll on the young princess and resulted in a bout of rheumatic fever in 1867. This left her with a permanent limp, which she struggled with in her following pregnancies and throughout her life. Alexandra’s baby from her final pregnancy in 1871 died soon after they were born prematurely.

Queenship, Disability, and Beauty: Queen Alexandra, 1844 – 1925

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Might have been better in a modest station of life like Emma Miles, 1819 – 1877, member of the City of London Female Chartists Association, even with the giving birth in mid-Atlantic while emigrating to the USA.

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This would be cheering, if only more contemporary surveys, not to mention some of the absurd things one sees on social media, didn't reveal that the needle hasn't moved very far: How a survey of over 2,000 women in the 1920s changed the way Americans thought about female sexuality.

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This is not such a happy story as it sounds: How Women Came to Dominate Neuroendocrinology because this developed from a situation in which the field was dominated by horrible old sexists and sexual harassers who were not even thinking about useful questions that could be addressed.

oursin: Hedgehog saying boggled hedgehog is boggled (Boggled hedgehog)

This is very very creepy and spooky and proves that just being an atheist doesn't mean you can't also be a horrendous cultist: America’s premier pronatalists on having ‘tons of kids’ to save the world. (And homeschooling them.)

So much wrong there one hardly knows where to begin, but these people are not heating their house - with small children in it, though their child-rearing practices are pretty horrendous, we find - and allegedly 'give everything they can spare to charity (their charities)' - heating the house in winter is apparently 'pointless indulgence'.

Readers of Victorian novels will already be ticking boxes 'Reverend Brocklehurst' and 'Mrs Jellaby', no?

I really, really wanted to know exactly WHAT their charities were, because they are probably some woowoo Effective Altruism futuristic crap that does no good to anybody. Wot, me, cynical?

Also, as a historian of eugenics, I so do not give them a get-out on what they're doing not really being eugenics, because it was not 'state-sponsored selective breeding to influence the dominance of certain genes', it was totally this mindset, except, actually, I am now feeling positively benign towards all those early C20th proponents who thought maybe they themselves shouldn't be contributing to the gene-pool because of their myopia or some minor problem somewhere in the family tree.

I am also thinking, why not put the effort and dosh into improving the lot of the struggling?

Do we want the 'civilisation' that these people are saving....

And talking of cults and who gets to define 'civilisation': was I the last boy to be flogged at Eton? (in 1984, there records are not entirely clear on the subject....)

oursin: Brush the Wandering Hedgehog by the fire (Default)

He quit heading the Pentagon’s UFO office. Now a report of his has shaken up ufology:

Kirkpatrick... says the evidence against Grusch’s claims is conclusive. “There’s no evidence to support any of the allegations or any extraterrestrial reverse engineering or ‘human biologics’ or whatever you want to call it,” he says. “You see this story crop up every couple of decades, and it’s pretty much the same story.”

This pretty much conforms to the evidence (not) in the files released by the Ministry of Defence in the UK some while ago. But I guess it's like Flat Earth Theory, though I'm not sure Flat Earthers go so far as to hang out outside Terrestrial Globalists' houses....

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These are rather grim stories:

Boarding school matrons and the ‘abuse that is hardly ever spoken of’. I certainly came across occasional instances of boys abused by women in early C20th correspondence, but mostly in domestic context (servants, governesses).

Scotland apologised in 2023 for historic forced adoptions – but this happened throughout the UK - there was actually a change from 'motherhood will be redemptive and she should be encouraged to keep the child' after WW1 to a different dynamic after WW2 (see Thane and Evans, Sinners? Scroungers? Saints? : unmarried motherhood in twentieth-century England)

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Not sure it's entirely down to the medieval Church, I suspect it's a recurrent and more pervasive thing: Medieval Christian misogyny shapes how we judge women today, says scholar. Cambridge talk claims early male writers introduced idea real beauty is within to control how women dressed.

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This is a really odd and pretty retro selection of Five of the best books about the Victorians, especially from someone I'd normally consider a fairly sound historian of the period. There are much better books on Victsex than Marcus and his freudyweudy theories*, and as for The French Lieutenant's Woman, so blokeywokey, yuck. (Cheerleading over here for The Crimson Petal and the White....)

*Though admittedly there has been So Much Work on So Many Aspects I'm not sure I could or would pick Just One.

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I think of Gertrude Jekyll stomping around in gumboots gardening, but here is a blog about her travels in her earlier life with a friend to Greece and Turkey.

oursin: Brush the Wandering Hedgehog by the fire (Default)

Um, exactly who is the snoflaek here? (The second husband - who I think we might consider a 'nepo kid', hmmm? - in question is notorious anti-woke woezerer about cancel culture): Before the interview I’m told that, for legal reasons, she can’t discuss [2nd husband], whom she divorced in 2016 and who is the father of her two sons... their relationship seems fraught, to say the least.

We feel that he should take the Wellington line and say 'Publish and be damned' at least, rather than go the writ-waving route, no?

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World’s oldest recorded tortoise [and LGBTQ+ icon] prepares for 190th birthday party.

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I'm trying to remember that thing that was going around, oh, maybe in the 90s/early 00s about hormones in sweat and their influence on persons of opposite gender - was it on men of women in different stages of menstrual cycle - on women of men when they were at different stages of cycle - know I heard a very I thought dodgy paper at some conference which was leaning on this, and on how hormonal contraception suppressed these Natural Urges - anyway, this was what made me think of this, which seems to have died away? (all the refs I could find were of older date) - Is birth control turning women bi? (author there is sceptical, go them) - in fact article they refer to is by an ev-psych type person, which I think might have been in the mix with what I remembered.

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Sort of by a process of association: “A Toste wett in Muskadine”: Preventing Miscarriage in Early Modern English Recipe Books c.1600–1780:

[I]nduced abortion and family limitation practices have received much attention in the historiography, which consequently marginalises the experiences of women who desired children and took active steps to improve their fertility and retain pregnancies until birth.
Fair. McLaren in A History of Contraception from Antiquity to the Present Day pointed out that there were times and situations when promoting conception was just as much if not more a concern, but I don't think (without going and digging up my copy) there's much on preventing miscarriage.

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A Victorian woman of middling status who managed to obtain a divorce (post 1857, true, and her husband was obliging enough to commit bigamy, which I suspect was the deciding factor): Hannah Brutton and the Divorce and Matrimonial Causes Act of 1857. On account of bigamy was an actual crime, whereas courts could be very iffy as to whether what husbands had done was really cruelty sufficient to count.

oursin: George Beresford photograph of Marie of Roumania, overwritten 'And I AM Marie of Roumania' (Marie of Roumania)

Unfortunately can't find this on the Guardian online site, but there's a piece in the print edition 'Say you won't be mine: boom in anti-Valentine's Day gifts', with cards and other items dissing on Valentine's Day as consumerist hype ...

Er, while selling cards, mugs, knicknacks, etc, emblazoned with the anti-Val message.

Surely a dignified refusal to participate would be more to the point?

Hmmm?

And on anti-Valentines, I seem to recall - for lo, it seems like aeons ago that I was ever in Paperchase or similar establishment - there were always quite a number of cards which did not strike me - but maybe this is merely my boomer sensibility and to these later generations it is All Different - as bringing the lovey-dovey, more the nasty-wasty, spitey-witey.

Which is, alas, a long-standing tradition - I cite the not merely rather odd but downright vicious valentines here: Cruel cards & loving lobsters: quirky Victorian Valentines. There is a good, if rather densely theoretical, article by Annebella Pollen, The Valentine has fallen upon evil days’: Mocking Victorian valentines and the ambivalent laughter of the carnivalesque on the whole phenomenon of the 'vinegar Valentine'. No pictures: but the gallery here includes some instances.

oursin: Painting of Clio Muse of History by Artemisia Gentileschi (Clio)

What’s in a Name? Erasing women writers in the name of uplifting them:

It is easy to get caught in the trap of historical revisionism when it comes to women writers, but this revisionism is rarely along progressive lines – despite its claims. Instead, it is a conservative reimagining of women struggling to survive in a man’s world that erases the long and fascinating history of women writers and their achievements, contributions and impact. The truth is much more exciting.

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Diane Watt, a professor of medieval literature, shows that the earliest English women writers lived centuries before Julian of Norwich or Margery Kempe:

Women’s contributions to medieval literary culture have been obscured for complex and various reasons, and misconceptions remain about their involvement in literature in the premodern period in Europe as both creators and consumers. Watt’s study ends in 1100, but misconceptions govern the entire medieval period. There is a common assumption, for instance, that the first women authors were nuns who, educated in Latin at a convent in order to read scripture, learned to write only in order to write about God.

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Snoop-Women with Notebooks: Naomi Mitchison, Mass Observation, and the Gender of Domestic Intelligence:

[T]he subsequent turn towards quantitative data devalued women’s experiences by favoring institutionalized patriarchal approaches to analyzing public opinion.

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Mary Vezey, Sarah Chapone, and the Hardships of the English Laws in Relation to Wives (1732-35) (CW for domestic violence):

Media reports could be driven by commercial interests and might seek to sensationalize and to entertain from the misery of others. But they might also do more. Chapone recognized such reports as double-edged swords, ones that might on the one side defend the despotic power of husbands but which might also, potentially, cut complacency to the quick and thereby prompt reforms of the laws.

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Before the vote was won: women and politics, 1832-68:

Although females were excluded from the parliamentary franchise before 1918, it would be wrong to suppose that they were previously unable to play any part in parliamentary politics. Our research on the House of Commons, 1832-68 project continues to highlight the role of women in many aspects of Victorian politics.

oursin: The Delphic Sibyl from the Sistine Chapel (Delphic sibyl)

I can quite see that a lot of 'itsajoke!!!' is merely a feeble cover for something that is not funny at all.

I also observe that there are people who do things for their own amusement and that of others that is cruel and unusual to somebody somewhere.

So, I was thinking, but are there not jokes which are simply harmlessly entertaining? e.g. the somewhat Carrollian whimsy of #Ravenswap, which I thought was rather charming, and in the fine old tradition of spaghetti farming and San Serife.

I don't think that's a joke on anyone, but maybe, just maybe, there is a bit of in-jokeness to it that might be exclusionary?

(Okay, I still have wincey memories of what I think was still a funny shared absurdist joke on a scholarly listserv some considerable while ago, which ended up with some people saying it wasn't funny and some people saying some people might believe it and some people feeling somehow got at by people having a larf together, and, okay, there might have been a little in-groupy thing right at the start, but did quite proliferate beyond the originators, people took it up and ran with it.)

And after all, one does come across things that have got into the water, as it were, that started out as jokes and parodies or just somebody's assertion -

And people can be really really bad at fact-checking or just looking stuff up and I will concede that I go in some concern that one of these days I will find somebody, who has not read as far as the disclaimer at the end, taking the memoirs of one Madame C- in all earnestness as riveting firsthand insights from a Regency courtesan. (Because people have done just that with 'Cleone Knox' (Magdalene King-Hall)'s Diary of a Young Lady of Fashion in the Year 1764-65 and the woman who cited a fictional work as the actual secret diaries of Louis XIV)

oursin: Photograph of Queen Victoria, overwritten with Not Amused (queen victoria is not amused)

AP Herbert, noted 1930s divorce law reformer and novelist, who once gave a parliamentary speech in rhyme, wrote a novel about the 1923 Matrimonial Causes Act entitled Holy Deadlock. Its extremely narrow terms - adultery only, readers of interwar fiction may recollect the 'put-up adultery in hotels' thing in order to obtain freedom from unwanted matrimonial shackles - were not widened, in spite of the recommendations of the 1912 Royal Commission on Marriage and Divorce, until Herbert's own 1937 Act, which finally brought in cruelty, desertion for more than 7 years, and insanity as grounds for dissolution, rather than separation. (It still, however, could not get rid of the guilty/innocent party dynamic, alas.)

I am strongly of the opinion that many people who write on the Victorian era - not just novelists, alas - are insufficiently acquainted with how late these changes came about and how very restrictive the terms of the 1857 Matrimonial Causes Act were.

Okay, it opened up divorce to people who were not in a position to undertake the fanfaraw of a) getting a separation decree in the ecclesiastical courts b) bringing an action for criminal conversation against the wife's seducer c) obtaining a private act of parliament dissolving their marriage.

However, although husbands were entitled to divorce their wives for a single act of adultery - or in the case discussed in Kate Summerscale's Mrs Robinson's Disgrace, a possible sexual fantasy of adultery recorded in her diary - wives could not divorce their husbands except for adultery plus. Plus cruelty, or desertion, or having been convicted of a major sexual offence, e.g. sodomy. Even under these conditions, women did obtain divorces. Some may even have been covertly collusive - there came to be the convention that if a husband left a wife, and she petitioned for restitution of conjugal rights, and he failed to return to the matrimonial home, this counted as desertion. If there was another woman in the picture, bingo.

There were also judges who began to bring in a nuanced understanding of what constituted cruelty in marriage, including the 'wilful communication of a loathsome disease'.

Nonetheless, there were marriages, 1857-1923, which were massively toxic but not rising to the condition where courts would grant a divorce.

We may instance the case of Frank Russell, 2nd Earl Russell. He was the son of that Lord Amberley who once lost a parliamentary election for the scandal over his promotion of 'preventive restrainst', i.e. birth control, and his wife, that Lady Amberley whom Queen Victoria thought should be 'well whipped' for promoting women's rights. He was the elder brother of Bertrand Russell, who also had some colourful days in the matrimonial courts.

Anyway, his first marriage quite rapidly went pear-shaped, with his wife alleging unreasonable behaviour amounting to cruelty and hinting at 'unnatural desires'. In 1900 Frank Russell went to the USA, established residence in Nevada, obtained a divorce there and remarried.

He then returned to the UK and was tried by his peers, i.e. in the House of Lords, for bigamy, US divorces not being recognised in English law, and actually did time for it.

This marriage also broke up, and he then married Elizabeth von Arnim, a marriage which also went bad very quickly - it is said to have provided her with the material for her novel Vera which is not in the least about whimsying around gardens.

Anyway, the state of the divorce law was a major reason why bigamy was such a thing during that period - see Ginger Frost's Living in Sin: Cohabiting as Husband and Wife in Nineteenth-Century England (2011).

The general state of the law at the period is not hard to discover, although some of the more detailed studies of how it played out in the courtrooms is more difficult to come by: some of the best work is by a specific scholar who has been said for years to be producing a massive study of the topic, but so far all we have had is articles and chapters in edited collections, good though those are.

oursin: Photograph of Stella Gibbons, overwritten IM IN UR WOODSHED SEEING SOMETHIN NASTY (woodshed)

My father was not a cruel man by any means.

No, really, he was making his family entirely miserable, but he wasn't cruel?

When my father realised that his sullen, accusatory silences were having no effect on me, he extended them to my mother, so that the house became a virtual tomb. The situation worsened with explosions of temper and destruction that caused my mother to call the police, although she would never have considered anything as drastic as divorce.

I wonder what he would have have to have done for his son to consider him 'cruel':

[M]y younger brother... avoided being left at home and went to stay with friends. My mother became so isolated that I now realise she suffered the symptoms of a nervous breakdown, taking to her bed, unable to cope.

Okay, I can see one might be sympathetic towards a damaging experience that caused him to behave thus, but the damaging thing happened when he was already a mature adult with a wife and two children, and was that he was obliged to give up a work opportunity in order to stay put for stability in his son's education.

Perhaps he was not deliberately and wittingly cruel, but, just as there is a degree of incompetence which is indistinguishable in its results from malice, is there not an inability or unwillingness to consider how one's emotions and actions are having a negative impact on one's nearest and (presumably) dearest that is indistinguishable in its effects from deliberate cruelty?

*I realise that this is the second time within a week I have taken issue with the same person's peculiar and idiosyncratic definition of a word.

oursin: The stylised map of the London Underground, overwritten with Tired of London? Tired of Life! (Tired of London? Tired of Life!)

Dept of, did you do any research?

That Uber vs TfL thing, with TfL refusing to renew their license - okay, I do not use Uber (I am probably not their target market) and everything I hear about it makes me deeply suspicious - but when I read various articles claiming that London black cab drivers are the trad white working class, I wonder how often, if ever, any of these people have ridden in a black cab. Because in my limited and anecdotal experience, finding a Trad London Cabbie who will give you his Salty Cockney Opinions whether you want him to or not, is not the default at all.

This article about Some Artist's exhibition on what he calls 'pseudo-Georgian architecture' in the UK and dates to the 1970s.

Marvel at a London Waitrose – “the pearl of Holloway Road”, according to Bronstein’s caption – with a cupola-crowned tower floating above its entrance. That oddly proportioned line of columns, running above the shopfront windows, suggest the architect once glimpsed a photograph of Vicenza, but not for long enough.
I know that Waitrose and shop there regularly and I am old enough to remember when it was Jones Brothers, by that time part of the John Lewis Partnership, but dating from an era when suburban department stores were built as retail palaces - as far as I can see, dates back to the 1890s.

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Dept of, is that really the solution? PETA co-founder says we should stop wearing wool. I cannot help feeling that if there is no longer any economic reason for rearing, even if 'sheep are so gentle, they’re so dear!' they are likely to vanish from the face of the earth except in zoos (to which I imagine PETA are also opposed). Might not doing something about introducing legislation for more humane shearing practices be a better use of their time and energies?

oursin: Photograph of a spiny sea urchin (Spiny sea urchin)

Lately got sent an email via one of those good-cause petition sites about a petition for heavier sentences for elder abuse, with particular reference to awful things going on in care homes for the elderly.

And while the things that were being done were dreadful and should not punished by a mere slap on the wrist, I did feel that this was applying an emotional and individual solution to a systemic problem.

Which is about work situations which involve people working long hours for meagre wages in stressful environments (especially with the privatisation of care services and the involvement of the profit motive). Apart from any issue of the underqualified and very likely inadequately vetted people who might take such jobs, there must be the possiblility that anyone might snap under the strain and behave in ways of which they might not have thought themselves capable.

Where was the management when these things were happening? What are the systems of inspection in place?

I think the campaign that I see every time I go up the escalator from the Tube to the station concourse at Euston, for higher sentences for animal cruelty, is dealing with mostly a different question. But even then, are there not also approaches to the problem which don't just involve punishing The Guilty Individuals? E.g. bringing back dog licenses, etc.

oursin: The stylised map of the London Underground, overwritten with Tired of London? Tired of Life! (Tired of London? Tired of Life!)

I might say, shooting's too good for them.

Devon student guilty of planting homemade bomb on London tube.

Well, okay, not shooting, but if somebody put something that was 'only' a prank bomb on a Tube train “for a bit of fun” I would throw the book at them, even if the evidence did not, as it does, suggest that the item in question could have caused severe damage. (A sentiment I would suspect is shared by the vast majority of Londoners who are obliged to use the Tube system to get about.)

What people who intend 'pranks' should ask themselves, I depose, is a) whether any harm involved, from minor inconvenience to loss of life and limb, is really worth the very transient amusement gained and b) is it actually funny.

Will concede that views of what is funny differ, and during the week came across the gruesome case of a family that would do various things to send one or other of their children into panicky flailing &/or hysterical sobs, video the entire thing, and put it on YouTube, where these got megahits. I understand that there is a prosecution for child abuse in the pipeline. That was a light onto certain of my fellow-beings I'd rather not have had.

Though, really, I fear that were public executions, bear-baiting, etc, brought back, there would be enormous competition for tickets, and the live-streaming would go viral.

oursin: Photograph of Stella Gibbons, overwritten IM IN UR WOODSHED SEEING SOMETHIN NASTY (woodshed)

I must say, this interview I read a while ago does not make me want to rush out and see all this director's oeuvre, in particular this apercu of his:

I’ve got a problem with the neatness of life. It’s never neat, is it? Cruelty and randomness feels more honest to me.

Um. Are cruelty and randomness necessarily allied? Mightn't there be something random that was, you know, pleasant?

Also, I'm not entirely persuaded that happy endings are necessarily neat and tidy, they may have that sense of a precarious moment of rightness, or something that is hopeful but complicated: while indeed, you can have neat and tidy endings which are real downers.

I suspect I have a problem with that invocation of 'honest' and the implication of a higher morality in being grimdark.

oursin: My photograph of Praire Buoy sculpture, Meadowbrook Park, Urbana, overwritten with Urgent, Phallic Look (urgent phallic)

Started wondering last night whether Dawkins realises that he sounds like all those apologists for brutality in education, with particular reference to the public school system, or whether he just doesn't care?

Because 'It never did me any harm' was surely the tribal cry of Disgusted Tunbridge Wells, in spite of the clear evidence of the atrophy of the compassion gland and the curious psychosexual aftereffects caused by an elite education.

One wonders if this in fact embeds a whole anthropological dimension of intiatory rituals and rites de passage, where living in accommodation that would have been regarded as unnecessarily austere by a Dickens orphanage manager (all that breaking the ice on the wash basins, etc, that we read of in memoirs, and let's just not go near the food), corporal punishment, being fiddled with by masters, gangbanged behind the fives court by the First Eleven, etc, was all part of the process of creating MEN fit to RULE.

And as for the claim that no-one was bothered about paedophiles back in the day, we can only suppose that Dawkins never, ever, saw a copy of the News of the World.

oursin: Painting of Dr Johnson, overwritten Paging Dr J (Dr Johnson)

Apparently Edwina Currie has been thoroughly noxious to some poor family in a radio phone-in programme by expressing her belief that they brought it upon themselves by living high on the hog.

I have cited this before: my feelings for Dickens are ambiguous in the extreme (have just set up the nomination post for a [community profile] codswallopers Dickens bicentenary codslapping poll), both as a writer and as a man. But still, he did sometimes whack a necessary nail bang on its head: in Little Dorrit, through the mouth of one of the characters he had this to say:

[T]hat man (Mr Plornish gave it as his decided belief) know'd well that he was poor somehow or another, and you couldn't talk it out of him, no more than you could talk Beef into him. Then you see, some people as was better off said, and a good many such people lived pretty close up to the mark themselves if not beyond it so he'd heerd, that they was 'improvident' (that was the favourite word) down the Yard. For instance, if they see a man with his wife and children going to Hampton Court in a Wan, perhaps once in a year, they says, 'Hallo! I thought you was poor, my improvident friend!' Why, Lord, how hard it was upon a man! What was a man to do? He couldn't go mollancholy mad, and even if he did, you wouldn't be the better for it. In Mr Plornish's judgment you would be the worse for it. Yet you seemed to want to make a man mollancholy mad. You was always at it—if not with your right hand, with your left. What was they a doing in the Yard? Why, take a look at 'em and see. There was the girls and their mothers a working at their sewing, or their shoe-binding, or their trimming, or their waistcoat making, day and night and night and day, and not more than able to keep body and soul together after all—often not so much.

How destitute does destitution have to be before it is properly deserving?

I would also like to invoke, yet again, the following conversation attributed to Dr Johnson and another:

What signifies," said someone, "giving a half pence to common beggars? They only lay it out on gin and tabacco".
[He responded]
"And why should they be denied such sweeteners of their existence?"

Meanwhile, if you have the money to spend on it, you may blow it on a meal which will not even be enjoyable at a new restaurant in Mayfair: which Jay Rayner says is massive, expensive, and the food is shocking and John Lanchester describes as a 'dog's dinner': and both comment that nonetheless it is full.

oursin: Photograph of Stella Gibbons, overwritten IM IN UR WOODSHED SEEING SOMETHIN NASTY (woodshed)

Mi uninterrogated assumptions, let me show u them (from this piece in today's Guardian G2):

The decade before 1914 was an age very much like ours, one in which the most innovative technologies were those that produced greater freedom of action and thought: the motor car, the cinema, the phonogram and the telephone. The Austrian writer Stefan Zweig summed up how it felt to be young before 1914, and what was lost when war, revolution and the swing towards totalitarianism ended it all: "Before those wars," he recalled, "I saw individual freedom at its zenith and after them I saw liberty at its lowest point in hundreds of years."

Well, yeah... Unless, of course, you were poor/female/Irish/gay/chromatic etc. (And in what universe would the rule of the Hapsburg Dynasty represent FREEDOM?)

Years we do not want to go back to, srsly. I will grant you that 1912 saw the foundation of the African National Congress and the pioneering radical feminist periodical The Freewoman being published, but I don't think that really outweighs other factors, like hunger-striking and forcefed suffragettes, the International Eugenics Congress in London, the US occupation of Nicaragua, the outbreak of the First Balkan War, etc.

Also having me looking around for a lamppost: Sports involving the hunting and killing of wild animals are okay if done by toffs on horseback? or possibly as ye tradde countrye persewte? -

Louise Robertson of the League Against Cruel Sports says there is no link between the ban on fox hunting and the resurgence of underground "sports" such as badger baiting. "It's a very different kind of person who is doing your dog fighting and badger baiting. Hunters are obsessed with the sport of hunting. The badger baiting and dog fighting tends to be lower classes of people involved with criminal activity who are doing it for sick pleasure," she says. Thorpe agrees. "I know it's not politically correct but it can be a housing estate thing," she says. "Country people do it quietly. You don't tend to catch them. The housing estate people tend to be gobby and shout about it and that's how you find out."

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In more amusing news, I love a good literary ruck: Geoff Dyer on Julian Barnes' latest:

"I didn't get the book when I first read it. I still didn't get it when I reread it ... To me, there seemed less to get second time around. If such a thing is possible, I didn't get it even more than I hadn't got it first time around."

But Dyer's criticism goes deeper. It is contrived, he argues. But perhaps most damningly of all, Dyer says the book is not terrible, "it is just so … average. It is averagely compelling (I finished it), involves an average amount of concentration and, if such a thing makes sense, is averagely well written: excellent in its averageness!"

oursin: Drawing of hedgehog in a cave, writing in a book with a quill pen (Writing hedgehog)

As previously indicated, this week is largely about 'apply seat of pants to seat of chair' Textbook Revision stuff and it's eating most of my time, attention and thoughts.

Though for all I know people may be passionately interested to know:

- Stephen Cretney's history of family law, yay! Why did no-one tell me about this (actually I think I have now seen a few footnote mentions)? Why did I have to pick up an apparently pristine copy for the modest sum of £3 in Oxfam? It's great! (Okay, I don't think anyone would want to read it straight through, and it doesn't supersede the kind of work Gail Savage is doing on how the law operated in more minute particulars, but it managed to tell me stuff I didn't know about the 1857 Divorce Act. How cool is that?)

- The more I read about Constance Maynard, founder and first Mistress of Westfield College (University of London) the more toxic she sounds. The article about her manipulative emotional relationships with pupils and colleagues was bad enough, but the one about the unfortunate Italian girl she adopted was heartbreaking in how she thought a child who'd already had a fairly traumatic life should be treated, and the attribution of what seemed like acting out of understandable disturbance to her 'racial' heritage - ugh.

- What have I done with my copy of "Her Husband Was A Woman!", dammit?

Mai faskinatin lyf, I show u it.

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