Monday, 17 September 2018

Read Not Dead: 'The Queen's Arcadia' returns to Christ Church, Oxford

As cover versions go, Verdi's Falstaff (libretto by Boito) has the edge on Shakespeare's The Merry Wives of Windsor, knocked out to gratify the whim of Queen Elizabeth I. The RSC's current production is indebted to Barbara Windsor, Benny Hill, and the triumph of Essex (not the Earl) on reality TV. The cast go hell for leather and don't bother to mine it for Lear-like pathos. Costumes are a clever blingy mock-Tudor. There is a cute toy dog.

What can Read Not Dead, Globe Education's Leverhulme-funded early-modern resuscitation team, do with a less performable text? Samuel Daniel's The Queen's Arcadia, another play written for royalty (King James I's consort, Queen Anne of Denmark), was first performed in the blurry acoustic of Christ Church hall, Oxford, in 1605.

Think Love Island without the profondeur. There are lovelorn nymphs and shepherds (one suicidal), slick poetry by the yard and a section about the evils of smoking designed to flatter King James I, author of A Counterblaste to Tobacco.

One day you're Dean of Christ Church, next you're so much lumber













On a CPR course I was mortified to break five ribs on the dummy but the trainer shrugged... And Read Not Dead's bone-cracking techniques are what's needed to keep the patient alive. They scamper through the text (or as much as they can complete in the time) before the public performance, then they read for their lives, moving as much as they can in limited territory, improvising to get out of scrapes, galvanised by currents of mutual support. Their risk-taking provides the drama when the text sags.

All the cast had the enlivening qualities the loyal Read Not Dead audience expect: I particularly liked David Collins and Colin Blumenau as the 'ancient Arcadians' propping up idealism, John Hopkins and Sid Sagar making the best of the stock 'funny' doctor and lawyer, and Ross O'Donnellan for a breath of fresh air and cute-toy-dog-handling skills as the shepherd Carinus.

Prop dog politely ignores bread on floor
Also in 1605, away from theatricals, seething religious divisions built up to the gunpowder plot. Nowadays the country is riven by the disastrous cult of Brexit. Christ Church has provided more British prime ministers than any other tertiary institution so, in hall, portraits of Eden, Gladstone, Douglas-Home, Lord Salisbury and others too numerous to mention look down on the political shambles. The sunlight hitting the glass over the paintings picks out over-generous traces of cleaning product, perhaps Windolene, applied vigorously by someone right-handed.

Nothing catches my heart more today than seeing shepherd's purse in the pavement opposite Worcester College. A Jude the Obscure moment.


Here's my sheep-crook and my black dog, I give it to you.
Here's my bottle and my budget, I bid it adieu.
Here's my sheep-crook and my black dog, I leave them behind.
Fine laurel, fine floral, you've proved all unkind...
 

- From Sheep-crook and Black Dog, English folk song

Friday, 7 September 2018

Gaveltastic new book

Checking proofs
It's banging! More Hammers than the London Stadium! More gavels than you can shake a stick at!

A relentlessly detailed new book, The Presidents' Hammers by Diego Tonus, considers 'their anthropological, psychoanalytical and socio-political perspectives'. It unravels gavels around the world, including handbag-sized toffee hammers used to smash windows by the Suffragettes. Pope John XXIII was tapped on the skull thrice with a silver hammer to demonstrate that he was dead. And time was when 'lewd women' were not permitted within a gavel's throw (literally) of a masonic lodge.

Electronic image of a gavel's sound
This book also takes a Hegelian look at the absence of the gavel. There is a despairing chapter by Twitter's own @igavels (inappropriategavels on tumblr) about the promiscuous use of gavel imagery in depictions of UK courts, even though judges here don't use gavels.

Trying to prove a negative, the book includes some of my necessarily gavel-free drawings of R (on the application of Miller and another) v Secretary of State for Exiting the European Union, the UK Supreme Court case which determined that Parliament should have a vote on triggering Article 50.

Instead of these drawings I offered to sketch the bench itself to show that no gavel lurks alongside the documents, laptops and, in Scott (FC) v Southern Pacific Mortgages and another, Lady Hale's folkloric embroidered spectacles case*. My offer was politely declined in favour of parading our national humiliation of Brexit.
*Not a gavel
Still, I did suggest what a judge could do with redundant gavels:

For those daydreaming about a special honour - garter stitch
Incidentally, Lord Thankerton, one of the majority in Donoghue v Stevenson, used to knit on the bench, presumably as an aid to concentration. If anyone knows what he knitted, or has a surviving artefact, I would be grateful for information.

For any judge with a thwarted craving for gavel action, this book would surely be a fulfilling gift. Diego Tonus has made authentic replicas of a collection of 53 gavels in the International Institute of Social History in Amsterdam, 'ones that had belonged to revolutionary and emancipatory movements from the 19th century up to recent times'.

There is a touching humanity in Diego's preparatory technical drawings of each gavel and its wounds.The picture here shows impact marks as well:
Copies of The Presidents' Hammers are available here.


Thursday, 30 August 2018

Notting Hill Carnival 2018

I'm with Elimu Carnival Band as they get ready in the Paddington Arts building. This is the first carnival after the death of Annie Curtis Jones, the band's much-loved creative director who designed and produced ingenious costumes on a shoestring.










The youngest masquerader




Artificial ivy trails around the filmy dresses and the skirt hoops are made of hose-piping.





The King before he dons full costume

























I'm stalking the moko jumbies, led by Alan Vaughan, who dance on stilts. Sharing this year's Windrush theme, they are performing to the calypso song If You're Brown by Lord Kitchener. More brilliant and painstaking costume design - and there is something heartbreaking about the smart hats and optimistic suitcases of the guests who were invited to help put post-war Britain together again, especially in this ghastly year of Brexit disaster and hostile environments.

During preparations the moko jumbies are as elusive as wild birds: to put their stilts on, they perch out of sight on low roofs and high walls.
Behind giant butterfly wings





I wander out in the afternoon. A doorman on duty outside Beach Blanket Babylon takes a toke on a tube emerging from a reveller's smell-proof bong backpack. 

A kid inside the metal gates of a detached house is selling loo-visits for two quid a time; he probably reads Warren Buffett; there's been a steady queue on the pavement all afternoon.

Elsewhere I see people getting a stiff talking-to from riot police for using front gardens as latrines - when I say people I mean women who, unless they have an appropriate device, are not helped by the provision of extra urinals this year.


Sunday, 22 July 2018

Byfleet Parish Day

I'm trying to forget Brexit but one of the entertainments here is a guitar duo called The Cherry Pickers.
















The vast recreation ground is parched and scorching so I leave the stalls, tombolas and raffles, obedient dogs, juvenile dancers, pipers, stunt cyclists, Punch and Judy and all the melting trappings of a successful summer fête. The village hall is cooler and that's where to find the produce and handicrafts.








Janet Hodges's knitted Ross Poldark glowers like the real thing.




The 'four courgettes' class evokes T. S. Eliot








Saturday, 30 June 2018

Symposium: First Women Lawyers

Professor June Purvis
I'm in the Jubilee Room (that's the Queen's Silver Jubilee in 1977), continuity Pugin, in the Houses of Parliament. There are five portraits of men on the walls, ranging from the seventeenth to the twentieth century.

The afternoon is devoted to women: Dr Judith Bourne of St Mary's University, Twickenham, has organised First Women Lawyers in Great Britain and the Empire Symposium: the Road to 1919. An outline follows but a longer note will be available from Dr Bourne.

(I'm drawing away, sketch sketch sketch. Some work, some don't. The hand exaggerates, particularly curves. It's not you, it's me.)

Welcome from Dr Judith Bourne: 'If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go with others.' Understanding women’s entry to the legal profession: their suffrage networks and connections.

Professor June Purvis: Christabel Pankhurst - suffragette leader, aspiring lawyer and Second Adventist
                                                     
Dr Takayanagi, Dr Derry
Dr Mari Takayanagi: What happened at Westminster - men, women and the passage of the Representation of the People Act 1918

Helen Kay
Dr Caroline Derry: Silent on suffrage - legal pioneers outside the Votes for Women campaigns

Dr Judith Bourne: 'Happy is [s]he who can trace effects to their causes' (Virgil) - The Road to 1919: tracing the involvement of the women’s movement in the passing of the Sex Disqualification (Removal) Act 1919

(Rose Pipes - absent - and) Helen Kay: Chrystal Macmillan - indefatigable campaigner for women’s rights and equality

Carrie de Silva
Carrie de Silva: 'A woman needs a man like...' - a review of the occupations and positions of the men in the lives of early women lawyers









Dr Burton
Dr Frances Burton: Helen Elizabeth (Betty) Archdale, MBE (1907-2000), early woman barrister, cricketer and educator - and a strong link with the suffragists










Ros Wright QC: Meanwhile, across the Channel …











Professor Graffy
Professor Colleen Graffy: British influence on the first women lawyers in America











Caoilfhionn Gallagher QC (Helena Normanton QC on slide)
Caoilfhionn Gallagher QC, Doughty Street Chambers: Blue plaque campaign - where are all the women?










Emily Thornberry, MP and barrister, wraps up the afternoon with a brilliant  extempore talk ('You're the best pupil we've ever had,' the clerk told her, 'but we can't give you tenancy because we don't want to get a reputation for being a women's set.')