ENDNOTES, February 2017

Varda Kotler

Varda Kotler

ENDNOTES, February 2017

In this edition: L’Heure Romantique, from Varda Kotler  *  Heracleitus, from EM Records  *  William Alwyn Quartets, from Somm

“Music unfolds within it all that is humane: spiritually uplifting… I discovered great humanity in the selected melodies. A musical journey amid these melodies reveals that each of them is a microcosm with its own unique character.”

So writes the brilliant Israeli recitalist and operatic singer, Varda Kotler – a native of Tel Aviv and a graduate of that city’s prestigious Rubin Academy of Music. With a repertoire that ranges from the decidedly quirky, 20th-century re-imagined folk-songs of Luciano Berio, to the great classical masses of Mozart and Bach, Varda Kotler brings a stunning versatility to her work, which is fully displayed on her new CD collection, L’Heure Romantique. Accompanied by the gifted pianist, Israel Kastoriano (known for his appearances at Tanglewood, the Lincoln Center and Carnegie Hall – and for his interpretations of Bach’s Well-Tempered Clavier) the programme brings together the perfumed classical romanticism of Bizet – Ma vie a son secret and Rose d’amour (a deft Tarantelle also evoking the world of Carmen) with the Mahlerian woodland nocturnes and legends of Des Knaben Wunderhorn.

There is also music very much in the Jewish idiom (by Paul Ben-Haim), some Schumann (the beautiful Abendlied op. 107 – “It has become so still; the evening breeze has dropped; now in every place the footsteps of angels can be heard”), the high-hills and ancient dialects of Canteloube’s Auvergne, and reposeful 17th-century Englishness – Purcell’s Music for a while. But what unites every item and era into a logical, continuous experience is the sheer beauty of the performance: Varda Kotler sings with a silken radiance – a voice of intimacy, and yet clearly a voice that can project, but without a trace of any shrillness or over-emphasis.

To make sense of Purcell’s work is a rare accomplishment at the best of times (this is the music of the English court and country, requiring, perhaps, an empathy with historical context and an understanding of “atmosphere”) and it is particularly exciting to see such an international artist of the younger generation (no doubt keen to make a name in the “central repertoire” of Bach, Mozart, or mainstream opera) take to this rare brew. I very much hope to see and hear Varda Kotler on the British concert stage, and for anyone planning an English musical evening – but with a desire to see our music travel a little more – they would do well to sign this enchanting vocalist at the earliest opportunity. L’Heure Romantique is now available on the Forlane record label (catalogue number: FOR 16878).

Musical discoveries abound on the EM Records label – the recording arm of the English Music Festival – and, once again, founder-producer Em Marshall-Luck has brought us to a rescued repertoire which, but for her efforts, might have faced oblivion: rare compositions by George Butterworth – the 1910 Suite for String Quartet (performed by the Bridge Quartet) – taking the listener to the twilight valleys inhabited by Shropshire lads; and dusty village streets of western, borderland England. Butterworth, killed in World War One, might well have become the new Vaughan Williams, the successor to Holst, the younger, brilliant son of our musical family; and could have emerged and entered his old age as one of the giants of our musical tradition. Usually defined only by the short orchestral work, The Banks of Green Willow, and the slighter longer, more concentrated and brooding rhapsody, A Shropshire Lad, Butterworth has – thanks to Em Marshall-Luck’s scholarship and dedication to uncovering obscure manuscripts and works – found a new voice, both in the concert hall and on record.

Yet this new EM Records disc – Heracleitus – owes its name to an almost forgotten song by Peter Warlock (here receiving its world-premiere recording) – Warlock (1894-1930) being, perhaps, one of the first English minimalists – or at least, a composer able to concentrate profound sensitivity and emotion into sparse and sparing spans of music. We chiefly remember the refreshing Suite, Capriol – based upon ancient airs and dances – and the slanting light of desolate marshland in The Curlew; but in the song, Heracleitus, the listener encounters a timeless whisper of human truth from classical antiquity, reverently delivered by tenor, Charles Daniels:

‘They told me, Heracleitus, they told
Me you were dead;
They brought me bitter news to hear
And bitter tears to shed;
I wept, as I remembered, how often
You and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.”

(W.J. Cory (1823-92), after Callimachus (3rd century BC.)

Warlock lived for a time in the North Kent village of Eynsford, which even today (despite traffic) is a reassuringly old-fashioned place, standing beside and fording the clear stream of the River Darenth, overlooked by downland and willows. A blue plaque at the cottage which he shared in the 1920s with fellow composer, E.J. Moeran commemorates his time there – and by all accounts (“with the kitchen swimming in beer”) it was a jolly, bohemian existence. Yet a simplicity is found in Warlock’s music: wistful phrases, beautiful and touching, yet slipping away into a feeling that the composer is longing for something unattainable.

For Gloucestershire-born Ivor Gurney (who physically survived service in the First World War) his county roots remained one of the constant elements in his troubled life – a life that was to end in 1937 just a few miles from Warlock’s Eynsford, in an asylum in Dartford. The CD offers the world-premiere recording of the Adagio, dating from 1924, and the touching song, Severn Meadows – an idyll of a lost countryside, the reassurance of which is seen from the grim war year of 1917:

“And who loves joy as he
That dwells in shadows?
Do not forget me quite,
O Severn Meadows.”

Landscape

Finally, to another English discovery, this time from Somm Records and producer, Siva Oke. The Tippett Quartet appears on one of her recent CD issues (the label now sporting a new logo, and – if I may observe – a striking new look). Recorded at St. Nicholas Parish Church, Thames Ditton, the recording features three quartets from the 20th-century British composer, William Alwyn – who lived for a great period of his life at Southwold, Suffolk (just north of Benjamin Britten’s Aldeburgh). Alwyn was a prolific composer, and wrote many film scores, including a compelling accompaniment to the thoughtful wartime documentary/propaganda film, Our Country. (Dylan Thomas supplied the words.) He composed symphonies and a set of Elizabethan Dances – whose contrasting idioms evoke the eras of the two Elizabeths.

Alwyn’s music, even when wading more deeply into 20th-century waters (as in the symphonies), manages to keep to a recognisable tonality – a trait which is very clearly felt in the three string quartets which grace this disc: No. 10 (En Voyage), No. 13, and – my personal favourite – No. 11 in B minor, a three-movement work composed in 1933. The works embrace many emotions, and in their vivace episodes suggest a sense of powerful spring light sparkling and dancing on choppy tidal water on a sunny day. The Andante section of No. 11 has great depth – even a tragic sense, although it seems as though the composer is trying to keep such feelings within proportion. In other words, his heart is not entirely being worn on his sleeve. And there is something else about the andante – a quite coincidental thing: it has a striking similarity to a phrase from Bernard Herrmann’s score to the Hitchcock film of the late-1950s, Vertigo. Those familiar with this music (this heartache on sparse strings) will hear the likeness.

Siva Oke’s championing of the Alwyn Quartets is to be commended, a welcome spotlight on a composer who deserves to be better known.

Stuart Millson is the Classical Music Editor of The Quarterly Review

Heracleitus from EM Records, catalogue number: EMR CD036; William Alwyn String Quartets, with the one-movement Fantasia (String Quartet No. 12), SommCD 0165.)

 

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Brian Mulroney and the Failure of Conservatism

Mulroney and Friend

Mulroney and a friend

Brian Mulroney and the Failure of Conservatism

Mark Wegierski marks the Sesquicentennial of Canadian Confederation (article 1)

Brian Mulroney was one of the most disappointing Prime Ministers that Canada ever had. As leader of the federal Progressive Conservative party, Mulroney at that time ostensibly represented the main focus of what could be called the “Centre-Right Opposition” in Canada. The use of that term suggests the perennial underdog status of that option in Canadian politics, especially after the federal election of 1963, when Liberal Lester B. Pearson defeated the staunch Tory, John Diefenbaker. As each successive decade rolled by, it could be argued that the social and cultural hold of left-liberalism on the populace has increased exponentially. Although Mulroney was able to win huge majorities in the federal Parliament in 1984 and 1988, he was unable to make any significant changes in this ever-accelerating trajectory. Indeed, one of the consequences of Brian Mulroney’s Prime Ministership may be that winning a Conservative majority in the federal Parliament is nearly impossible, for even the most adept and skilful politician. Continue reading

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Labour’s Left Wing Bourbon

Lemmings in migration

Lemmings in migration

Labour’s Left Wing Bourbon

Monty Skew reviews the new biography of Corbyn

Comrade Corbyn: A very unlikely Coup: How Jeremy Corbyn Stormed to the Labour Leadership, Rosa Prince, Biteback Publishing, 2016, 1-84954-996-7

All MPs have to deal with the whips. Corbyn was once asked how he coped with them. He replied: ‘they leave me alone and I leave them alone.’ He has a record of rebelling and of avoiding any possible front bench responsibility. Unlike John Major’s ‘bastards’ who undermined his government when it had a very small majority, Corbyn and his few colleagues defied the whips even when there were huge majorities. It was a matter of principle not political guile. But how did such a figure, the ‘craft beer of Labour’, become its leader?

How Corbyn won is an indication of just how far Labour’s leadership had drifted from its members. But the Corbynistas in their own way are even more remote. By 2015, Labour had imploded and was no longer the mass party it had once been. Many wards were inquorate; many local parties could not even field enough candidates for local elections. New Labour with its ruthless emphasis on managerialism and ‘winning’ had hollowed out the party. And the war in Iraq led to a mass exodus.

The membership was in meltdown but the candidacy of Corbyn gave the broad left a motive to organise and to bury its bitter sectarian disputes leading to the election of the ‘accidental leader’. The first element was a hyperlink from his website to Labour Party membership and supporters. The second element was that the left used social media to a greater extent although its true impact may have been overstated. The other candidates were slow to follow suit.

Rosa Prince is a Daily Telegraph journalist. What she presents here is not a political analysis of Labour but rather a journalistic impression of how Corbyn was elected. She is not familiar with the internal and inward-looking politics of Labour. It is clear from the many errors in the text that she knows little of the culture of Labour.

Corbyn is a left-wing Bourbon. He has learnt nothing and forgotten nothing. His usual speech has changed little since he was first elected in 1983. In the 60s and 70s, many safe Labour seats in London and elsewhere were occupied by MPs with a tenuous attachment to Labour politics. Some of them hardly ever attended the Commons except as lobby fodder. Some did not even bother holding surgeries. Alexander Irvine, Raphael Tuck, Arthur Lewis et al were unpopular right-wingers within the party who could have been in any party. And with the removal in 1974 of Reg Prentice, who later defected to the Tories, came the signal to deselect such MPs.

One such beneficiary was Michael O’Halloran who became Islington North MP after being selected through mass recruitment. Right-wingers in Islington North were silent or actually supported the fake election of Michael O’Halloran as MP in 1969 and were later instrumental in the setting up of the SDP, originally created by Dick Taverne after he left Labour. But Corbyn, a former union organizer, was able to secure the seat and held it with increasing majorities.

The Labour left meanwhile were outmanoeuvred and marginalized. Yet in spite of all the humiliations heaped upon them by the Blairites, left wingers stayed within the party. Their vehicle was the CLPD, the Campaign for Labour Party Democracy, originally a Bennite faction. Under Ed Miliband a new system was created for electing the leader. A method of electing the leader originally created by the Blairites to tame the Left became a vehicle for left-wing mobilisation inside and outside the party. But contrary to much comment, Corbyn would have won among party members alone. The new supporters only augmented his victory. Corbyn has worked hard in his seat building support within the hardcore but also among pensioners. Islington North is the most urbanised seat in Parliament and half its residents are social renters.

In my youth there was a grouplet calling itself the Action Council for Anti-Imperialist Solidarity. It was avowedly against everything Western on principle including other left groups and supported any ‘movement’ or state provided that it opposed Western interests. In similar vein, Corbyn is best explained by his anti-imperialism and his obsessive internationalism and disdain for all things British. Articulate on foreign issues, he is reduced to vague formulaic replies on domestic ones. His current wife is Mexican and his former wife is Chilean. He speaks fluent Spanish and is on first name terms with activists all over the world. Typically, he will intervene on overseas issues before local ones.

The history of the Left has been a series of vanishing moments. Is his election the strange resurrection of Labour England, a cry in the wilderness from the romantic left? Or is it the Left reasserting control within Labour? Their main interest is evidently not winning elections but being ‘right’. So his election is arguably also a realignment within Labour.

After the defeat of 2010, I attended a leadership hustings and witnessed the usual automatons putting themselves forward. The only one who came close to seeming human was Dianne Abbott (albeit not my favourite MP), also a close ally and allegedly a former lover of Corbyn. The election of Corbyn is a crisis of and for Labour but it was created by the Blairites and their obsession with triangulation, with being all things to all people.

Labour under Corbyn may go down to a resounding defeat. But it would be too simple to blame Corbyn. For Labour in power presided over an increase in inequality and particularly in-work poverty. It also showed a complete arrogance towards its core vote ‘which has nowhere else to go’. Labour shed both its voters and crucially its activists. This is the real reason why it lost in 2010.

Meanwhile the left’s hatred contempt and shame at its own working-class roots has resulted in a drift away. The heartland has gone never to return. But Conservatives who rejoice at the thought of a crushing Labour defeat should also consider that none of the parties now represent a distinct political viewpoint or have answers for their often beleaguered supporters. Tories have also ignored their grass roots on many issues. The equivalent to Corbyn would be a genuine Burkean or Powellite winning against the party machine.

Corbyn supports mass migration and has positions which the average Labour voter, never mind the floating voter, would oppose. But unlike other leftists he has a way of putting people at ease and explaining himself which even charms opponents. He has few personal enemies. Like Dennis Skinner, he was regularly approached by backbenchers of other parties for advice on constituent problems.

Corbyn did not storm into the leadership so much as reveal the emptiness at the heart of Labour. It was a case of the crown being thrust upon him. The Blairites had so emasculated the party that it had become little more than a marketing operation run from a call centre. This made it easier to recapture the party by organised elements. In their arrogance, the party hierarchy never imagined that it could be Corbyn. The best comparison is with George Lansbury, another pacifist and ‘unelectable’ leader. He was torpedoed in 1935 by a speech from a would-be future leader, Aneurin Bevan.

If Corbyn is removed, however, it will not help Labour as the party will then face an internal civil war which might lead to an irrevocable split. Unhappily, Prince does not cast much light on these internal problems within Labour. Hers is a hurriedly researched biography which pays little dividends.

MONTY SKEW is the pen name of a former member of the Labour Party

 

 

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La Traviata (encore)

Camellias by Alan Douglas Baker

Camellias, by Alan Douglas Baker

La Traviata (encore)

Here, where men sit and hear each other groan;
Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last grey hairs,
Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies;
Where but to think is to be full of sorrow
And leaden-eyed despairs…

 From Ode to a Nightingale, by John Keats

La Traviata, Royal Opera, 16th January 2017, conductor Daniele Rustioni, music by Giuseppe Verdi, based on Alexander Dumas Fils’s play La Dame aux Camélias 

Reviewing an earlier revival of Richard Eyre’s 1994 production of La Traviata (QR, March 21, 2016), we commented on the striking set in Act One. It is semi-circular with concentric seating, as in an ancient amphitheatre. But perhaps temple is a better comparison, albeit a temple in which the only god that is worshipped is pleasure. When life is perceived to have no meaning, hedonism and escapism become attractive options, given that death awaits us all. And love is just a higher or sublimated form of pleasure, albeit one often admixed with pain.

Like Puccini’s Manon Lescaut, Violetta Valéry has to somehow survive in a patriarchal society in which hypocrisy about sexuality prevails. As she poignantly observes, “I have no friends in the world”. Indicatively, in this context, a daguerreotype of a Victorian waif is projected onto the screen before the curtain rises for Act One. A courtesan, a euphemism that in itself reflects what Roberta Montemorra calls “Victorian sensibilities and ideology” (see “The Domestication of La traviata”, in the official programme), Violetta is fated to die prematurely. Her demise bespeaks the bourgeois notion “that the illness [TB] is well-earned” (quotation from “A Tragedy of Affliction?”, Christopher Wintle, official programme). As a supposedly fallen woman, she is required to sacrifice her only hope for happiness on the altar of respectability. For as Giorgio Germont sanctimoniously informs her, “God gave me a daughter, who is pure as an angel”.

The struggle between idealism and materialism that we noted in regard to Manon Lescaut (vide QR, “Abducted by Love”, November 28, 2016) also informs La Traviata. For the Chevalier des Grieux, read Alfredo Germont. For Geront de Revoir, read Baron Douphol. Fallen woman notwithstanding, Violetta is surely the noblest character in La Traviata. As Wilfred Owen memorably maintained, those “who love the greater love, Lay down their life; they do not hate”.

The performances of all the leading players and the ensemble work on this occasion were technically very accomplished. But Maria Callas, soprano assoluta, set the bar exceedingly high. We were not moved, not even when Giorgio Germont, played by the Polish baritone Artur Ruciński, evoked Alfredo’s homeland and family, in the aria Di Provenza. At the opera, audiences invariably recognise what is affecting.

Marie Duplessis

Marie Duplessis, La Dame aux Camélias

LESLIE JONES is the editor of QR

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Et in Bohemia ego

St Thomas à Becket and St Thomas the Apostle Church, Heptonstall

St Thomas à Becket and St Thomas the Apostle Church, Heptonstall

Et in Bohemia ego

Bill Hartley, on the history of Hebden Bridge

Hebden Bridge is a small and picturesque town in the upper Calder Valley of West Yorkshire. Before the industrial revolution the locals made their living through sheep farming, quarrying the local gritstone and hand loom weaving. Industrialisation brought the mills, spreading out from towns like Halifax and Huddersfield in search of a reliable supply of fast flowing water.

There was a good deal of sub regional specialisation in wool textiles and Hebden Bridge was once known as ‘trouser town’ which indicates what they produced there. During the 1960s and 70s textile manufacture started to disappear. In the face of cheap foreign imports only the manufacturers of high end products could survive and ‘trouser town’ made none of these. As a consequence, there are very few Hebden Bridge firms left in the wool trade. The economic effects of this were all too predictable: high unemployment and a fall in property prices. Hebden Bridge became one of the many run down mill towns on both sides of the Pennines. Continue reading

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Why Trump Won

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Why Trump Won

LESLIE JONES identifies some of the reasons


Ineffectual opposition

In the primaries, Trump crushed and humiliated his Republican rivals for the presidential nomination. Exit, in due course, all the remaining candidates; namely, “lying” Ted Cruz, “Bible high, Bible high, puts it down and then he lies”; “low energy” Jeb Bush; “lightweight” Marco Rubio; Rand Paul, whose facial features “The Donald” denied insulting, although he claimed that there was “plenty of material”; and hapless Ohio Governor John Kasich, who gave interviews while stuffing pancakes into his mouth. “I’m always telling my young son Barron, always with my kids, all of them, I’d say, children, small, little bites”, “Its disgusting”, Trump quipped. As one commentator remarked, the President Elect insulted his way into the White House. Continue reading

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Treats for New Year

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Treats for New Year

Em Marshall-Luck selects some seasonal products

With New Year almost upon us, I have a selection of the most superb wines, whiskies and food products to enjoy during the remainder of the festive season; delectable treats with which to celebrate 2017 or to ease the melancholia of the year’s last day.

Let’s start with my recommendations for the main celebration itself (whether a New Year’s Eve gathering or to welcome in a new start the next day): a bottle of top quality champagne is almost imperative, and you could not go wrong with either of my two choices:  Moet & Chandon Imperial NV, or the Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label NV. Both of these champagnes sing aloud of refinement, sophistication, elegance, and just a touch of decadence. In terms of looks and taste, there is not a huge amount to choose between the two: both bottles are recognisably classic and unashamedly proclaim their excellence; both wines are made from the finest Pinot Noir, Meunier and Chardonnay grapes from the Champagne region – with the Veuve Clicquot having a predominance of Pinot Noir – both have fine bubbles, a golden straw colour, and the crispest and freshest of effervescence. Continue reading

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Reflections of a Noble Savage

George Frederic Watts, The All Pervading

George Frederic Watts, The All Pervading

Reflections of a Noble Savage

Gerry Dorrian goes cold turkey

What is Wrong with US?: Essays in Cultural Pathology, Eric Coombes & Theodore Dalrymple (eds.), Imprint Academic, 2016, reviewed by Gerry Dorrian

A drugs-worker in 2009, I posted Theodore Dalrymple’s Spectator article Withdrawal from heroin is a trivial matter on the staffroom noticeboard. This former prison doctor wrote something that we all knew to be true but heretical: heroin withdrawals are no worse than a common cold. I don’t think that a Spectator article was so well-received in a social care setting.

Now Dalrymple has co-edited What is Wrong with Us? Essays in Cultural Pathology, which presents twelve authoritative voices exploring the limits of counter-hegemonic critique. His essay on brutalist architecture would have had the socially conservative Labour voters in my 1970’s tower block roaring in agreement, even if we might have expressed ourselves less elegantly. Continue reading

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When the Chips are Down

Marc Chagall, Jacob's Dream

Marc Chagall, Jacob’s Dream

When the Chips are Down

Stoddard Martin reviews a timely tome

NINE LOVE LETTERS, by Gerald Jacobs. Quartet Books, £20

We are living through a neo-expressionistic, intolerant era. Famous lines come to mind: “The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.” The resentful go ranting, provoking ill-judged rejoinders; the ante is upped, and clunky apparatchiks are called in to assess who has indulged in hate-speech. Amidst sound and fury, where are the quieter voices, the humane ones, belonging to those who begin and end by trying to understand?

Gerald Jacobs is not a loud-speaking writer. His sentences are never calculated for show. He spins out a narrative calmly and justly, in a reasonable voice. His tale is about Jewish experience, but not with special pleading or without exposing foibles of the tribe. Nine Love Letters is no exercize in us vs them; it is a novel about people in their un-public lives, the way they have navigated historical noxiousness, the difficulties they have in simply living.

The ordinariness of Jacobs’s characters is at the base of their virtues, yet neither they nor their lives are truly ordinary. How could they be when one of the two families, eventually united in marriage comes from Baghdad at the time of the Farhud and the other, now reduced to one, from Budapest at the time of exportations to Auschwitz? These epic disasters provide a precisely painted-in background, but they are not what Jacobs trains our eye on.

The Harouns have been Iraqi merchants for generations, a colourful clan loving their weddings feasts and happy in the open life of the Middle Eastern street, until events persuade the prescient among them to emigrate to north London. In this more enclosed and grey world, they are enterprising enough to make their way in the import-export business, dealing in carpets. Meanwhile, Anna Weisz, child of a prominent physician in mittel Europa, has survived the fate of the rest of her prosperous, cultured family to come to Surrey with the English officer, Roderick Vane, who liberated her from Bergen-Belsen and marries her shortly after. In the Home Counties she encounters veiled bigotry, but a determination to get on propels her to a successful interior design trade, and she confines her traumas of the past to private memory.

Advancing out of the 1930s and ‘40s, we arrive at the heart of Jacobs’ tale – two children of these refugees, Eli Haroun an aspirant poet in rebellion against family expectations, and Belinda Vane a clever public school girl on track to become a blue-stocking at Cambridge. Something mysterious is out of balance in each, and they find themselves for a spell in a psychiatric home called The Elms. Discovering symmetry in their dislocation and aspirations, they fall in love. The Harouns wish their son to make a good Iraqi Jewish or at least Jewish marriage and recoil from a prospect of him taking up with a gentile English girl. Meanwhile, because Anna Weisz Vane has spent years saying nothing about her own background, no one – not even Belinda – realizes that Belinda is matrilineally Jewish.

Wanting to protect her daughter from falling into a life recalling her own miseries, Anna at first mirrors the Harouns’ resistance to the lovers’ relationship. Gradually, however, she sees that they genuinely care for one another and so reveals her origins. On the basis of this, Eli gets his parents’ approval and goes to a rabbi to acquire permission to marry, only to be told that having been in Auschwitz is no proof of Jewishness – gypsies, Polish Catholics and others were there; documentation is needed. This leads to perhaps the best scene in the book: Anna strides with dignity into the pedantic man’s office, exposes the brand on her arm and brandishes a carefully preserved letter from the United Nations Relief and Rehabilitation Administration confirming the deaths of her parents, their names and identities.

It is a climax to the novel but by no means its end. Nine Love Letters is a Bildungsroman in the Buddenbrooks tradition, and we are invited to see how younger generations develop. Eli and Belinda rent a flat in Chalk Farm and eat at the Pizza House in Goodge Street. They take jobs and have children, and the elder Harouns help them to buy a larger flat in Muswell Hill. They live through the Wilson years and into the 1970s; familial ties remain – traditional Iraqi Jewish dinners are described deliciously – but the lesser traumas of a safe north London life of the day-before-yesterday are not escaped. Eli returns to poetry, then depression; Belinda keeps communicating with her former therapist; the marriage develops predictable tensions, and then… That life goes on is the point in a collective Bildungsroman of this type, and of tradition. Family, community, tribe – little Hanno Buddenbrook may have ingested his father’s melancholia and descended into an early grave, but others continue.

That is what we are left with: to observe the continuum, recalling the great generations – the happy ones, the troubled ones, the ones whose troubles are oddly nameless. We would be without imagination if we did not measure one against another, saying (if even only in private) this one was strong, that one weak; they were toughened by turmoil, we went soft out of privilege. A fine intelligence watches the cycles without giving way to noisy calls to ‘make [whatever] great again’. Decadence and regeneration are part of the process but need not be dealt with via a kind of passionate intensity that causes the centre not to hold. If the best lack all conviction, they would do well to heed quieter, humane voices that speak only after listening and act only after having done the diligence of trying to understand.

STODDARD MARTIN is an author and critic. His latest book is Monstrous Century, Starhaven, 2016

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Border Stories

John Wayne

John Wayne

Border Stories

Bill Hartley is down Mexico way

The geography of violence can remain constant over very long periods. For example, the Texas-Mexico border country was and remains a violent place. There are towns in Texas with populations the size of Bridlington or Leighton Buzzard which have crime rates that might see a British chief constable out of a job. Texas has been described as the US state that lets people have guns then executes them for using them and it’s even worse on the Mexico side of the border.

Authors have effectively mined these lawless territories. To describe such literature merely as Westerns would be to assume an association with the sagebrush sagas of Zane Grey and the like. Critics sometimes describe them as ‘Neo Westerns’. They are the work of writers who appreciate that this setting continues to provide an excellent platform for storytelling and which century they choose doesn’t really matter. Continue reading

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