Vita Sackville-West war eine schillernde Figur ihrer Zeit. In Harold Nicolson fand die britische Schrift-stellerin einen Partner, mit dem sie eine Ehe jenseits aller Konventionen leben konnte. Räumlich häufig getrennt, schrieben sie sich unzählige Briefe, die eindrucksvoll von ihrer einzigartigen Beziehung erzählen. 1913 heiratete die einundzwanzigjährige Vita Sackville-West den Diplomaten Harold Nicolson. Das hielt die leidenschaftliche Autorin und geniale Landschaftsgärtnerin nicht davon ab, sich immer wieder auf Affären mit Frauen einzulassen, deren berühmteste Virginia Woolf war. Da die Eheleute aufgrund der Diplomatentätigkeit von Nicolson selten über längere Zeit am selben Ort lebten, entwickelte sich ihre Beziehung in einem steten Briefdialog. Darin offenbart sich ein nicht abreißender Gedanken- und Gefühlsstrom, der von einzigartiger Offenheit und Verbundenheit zeugt. Barbara von Becker hat aus einem riesigen Konvolut an Briefen eine gelungene Auswahl getroffen, die das Leben dieser außergewöhnlichen Menschen nachzeichnet, einen intimen Blick in eine unkonventionelle Ehe gewährt und ein Stück englischer und europäischer Zeitgeschichte dokumentiert.
Novels of British writer Victoria Mary Sackville-West, known as Vita, include The Edwardians (1930) and All Passion Spent (1931).
This prolific English author, poet, and memoirist in the early 20th century lived not so privately. While married to the diplomat Harold Nicolson, she conducted a series of scandalous amorous liaisons with many women, including the brilliant Virginia Woolf. They had an open marriage. Both Sackville-West and her husband had same-sex relationships. Her exuberant aristocratic life was one of inordinate privilege and way ahead of her time. She frequently traveled to Europe in the company of one or the other of her lovers and often dressed as a man to be able to gain access to places where only the couples could go. Gardening, like writing, was a passion Vita cherished with the certainty of a vocation: she wrote books on the topic and constructed the gardens of the castle of Sissinghurst, one of England's most beautiful gardens at her home.
She published her first book Poems of East and West in 1917. She followed this with a novel, Heritage, in 1919. A second novel, The Heir (1922), dealt with her feelings about her family. Her next book, Knole and the Sackvilles (1922), covered her family history. The Edwardians (1930) and All Passion Spent (1931) are perhaps her best known novels today. In the latter, the elderly Lady Slane courageously embraces a long suppressed sense of freedom and whimsy after a lifetime of convention. In 1948 she was appointed a Companion of Honour for her services to literature. She continued to develop her garden at Sissinghurst Castle and for many years wrote a weekly gardening column for The Observer. In 1955 she was awarded the gold Veitch medal of the Royal Horticultural Society. In her last decade she published a further biography, Daughter of France (1959) and a final novel, No Signposts in the Sea (1961).
This book is about so much more than being a deeply-in-love with each other bi-sexual couple. Harold is in the room for the signing of the Treaty of Versailles. Vita writes of a beautiful twilight in Kent. She is following the tail of an errant lamb through the tall grass and seeing Sissinghurst as the last rays of sun outline the tower--and the sentry. She talks of a German plane being shot down from the same tower. She and Harold plan frankly for their escape by separate paths-she from Kent and he from London-and where they should meet in Devon when the Germans invade across the Channel. This is lively, honest. They garden in Teheran; Germany; England. They raise their children. The world goes through two wars. They publish. Friends die. They make new friends. If you want a distinct view of a slice of our world from people who traveled and read and thought and reported every detail to each other, read this. Leave your preconceptions at home if you travel with them. They wouldn't have liked you for them when they were alive; they make no room for them now.
Reading snatches of these letters in what time I have to spare here and there. My favorite letters so far have been the one Harold wrote from Versailles with grumpy quotes from Balfour about the "irresponsible and ignorant three men," dividing up the world and the one he wrote from Teheran where some woman had seen a picture of Vita holding their firstborn and said, "I like that woman. She knows how to hold a baby." (Vita was not very motherly) and Harold decided to draw a replacement of what Vita was more likely doing with the kids and sent it in a letter. Oh, and the one where Vita hates on Proust for wasting his talents on "women and snobbery."
If only we all still wrote letters… though it wouldn’t be possible to emulate their incredible writing, their love and this entire bizarre, beautiful relationship; so it’s probably for the best we don’t. All that said, WhatsApp and FaceTime would have been transformative for them.
I loved reading the letters between Vita and Harold, especially Harold's. His were often very poignant, painful and beautifully written. The letters are a testimony to their enduring friendship and marriage and illuminate the the background of WWII and their time spend apart.
Insight into a rare example of a happy marriage, although I suspect that Vita might have actually been gay given her number of affairs with women. At one point she famously eloped with a woman and had to be persuaded to come back. In any case, they recovered and seemed to have had a strong relationship that remained resilient over the years. Overall, I envied/admired them as they appeared to lead very rich, full and happy lives.
Harold's verve for life is infectious; he's fiercely intelligent and his letters provide an insight into many of the biggest historical events of the day. He has an indefatigable love of life which comes across in all his letters.
If only we all still wrote letters… though it wouldn’t be possible to emulate their incredible writing, their love and this entire bizarre, beautifulIf only we all still wrote letters… though it wouldn’t be possible to emulate their incredible writing, their love and this entire bizarre, beautiful relationship; so it’s probably for the best we don’t. All that said, WhatsApp and FaceTime would have been transformative for them....more