Chronicles of Literary London
As author Anthony Trevelyan says of Literary London: “A pungent sense of the capital on every page”.
Literary London is an incredibly attractive book with a scraper board cover design, engraved with authors and literary highlights of London, all in stunning black and white, and touches of blue for the river, and ochre in the title (and we rather niftily pick up the ochre theme at the British Library in London for our photo!).
The research for this book must have been staggering. It charts the early days of literature from Chaucer, through Shakespeare to the modern day, all with a twist of insight, quirkiness and humour. This is quite a seminal book of literary London. It is punctuated with drawings and little maps and at the end of each chapter there are key addresses and recommended reading so you can look up the places and people mentioned, and read the books listed for yourself.
The general starting point is Chaucer. The Tabard Inn, which no long exists on Borough High Street, was the assembly point for his Pilgrims setting out on their adventures. The Tabard was in its day close to the George Inn (now owned by the National Trust) which is highlighted because it is the one remaining galleried structure in London, typical of the 17th century, where one can still get a flavour of the the times of Shakespeare, who naturally gets a good mention in the book. The George Inn is still a working pub today, and justifiably it is a great lure for tourists.
The narrative smoothly moves forward and it is quite striking how the Great Fire of London on 2nd September 1666 (which has just recently been marked in the capital) caused such devastation, described by various chroniclers of the time, how the terrible fire was very much part of the fabric of literary London of the time. This is followed by chapters full of more great names right up to the modern day.
Charming nuggets of the lives of the good and great have been selected throughout to add a real human dimension to what is essentially a chronicle of writers in the city. There is Pepys showering a maid with amorous intent in St Dunstan’s Church, and culinary ruminations on a kickshaw (a dish so changed by the cookery that it can scarcely be known), JM Barry writing in Bayswater about the Barrys, whose house was actually in Bloomsbury. And so it continues: Raymond Chandler, Joe Orton, Byron, Shelley, Lenin, Agatha Christie, Dorian Grey, the list never really ends….The book is divided into sections, so it easy to dip in and out and read at leisure, and just soak up a particular period or theme.
Whilst in the capital myself I was struck by how many areas were of note and having read this book, it made me look around the city in a slightly new and different way…..
Walking down Marchmont Street I visualised the odd ménage a trois between Lytton Strachey, Vanessa Bell and Virginia Woolf of the Bloomsbury Group (who were generally very free with their amorous liaisons). As I walked through Gordon Square I thought of Virginia Woolf, cited as belittling her neighbour Katherine Mansfield whilst they lived on that square. However, that was nothing compared to George Bernard Shaw and H G Wells when they decided to lock horns. I was really struck by how undermining the culture of the literati at that time was, scoring points at the expense of others and royally sticking the verbal knife into competitors and friends, just to get the upper hand. But then I reflected, is it much different today in politics today? Prime Minister’s Questions? Clinton versus Trump? It’s not an attractive way of being, and am baffled that people still do it. But I digress…
“Drinking and literature in London have always gone together” and as such El Vino in Fleet Street is described as an institution enjoyed by G K Chesterton (whose Father Brown series is set around London); and Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese has been a draw for several centuries (however, no-one ever seems to mention that this esteemed institution was once a brothel as well, and the only reason I know about that is because I have read an academic paper on the wonderful wall tiles that were discovered there demonstrating in relief (no pun intended) the various positions available to clients).
Not of course forgetting Paddington Bear who trotted around London and longed to be an assistant in Fortnum and Mason’s Marmalade Department (unfortunately that department doesn’t exist in real life, although the “Home of the Hamper” on Piccadilly certainly does very much exist).
Literary London is an interesting and eclectic read that beautifully brings together the rich heritage of London writing life.