Henry Fielding sailed there with his household - at an all-in cost of £30 - in search of a cure for dropsy, jaundice and asthma.
Later on, William Beckford anticipated orange-scented, wine-soaked afternoons and a fanfare from Lisbon society, while the Portuguese sent Byron into one of his inexplicable black rages and Palgrave and Tennyson, both thickly bearded, found the climate rather too hot ...
Rose Macaulay's wonderful book rambles down the centuries like a kind of Cook's Tour, from the pirate crusaders, through sailors, poets, aesthetes and ambassadors, to Anglican, Roman Catholic and Nonconformist clergymen, the port-wine trading pioneers and the new wave of romantic travellers.
Emilie Rose Macaulay, whom Elizabeth Bowen called "one of the few writers of whom it may be said, she adorns our century," was born at Rugby, where her father was an assistant master. Descended on both sides from a long line of clerical ancestors, she felt Anglicanism was in her blood. Much of her childhood was spent in Varazze, near Genoa, and memories of Italy fill the early novels. The family returned to England in 1894 and settled in Oxford. She read history at Somerville, and on coming down lived with her family first in Wales, then near Cambridge, where her father had been appointed a lecturer in English. There she began a writing career which was to span fifty years with the publication of her first novel, Abbots Verney, in 1906. When her sixth novel, The Lee Shore (1912), won a literary prize, a gift from her uncle allowed her to rent a tiny flat in London, and she plunged happily into London literary life.
Not sure what to say about this book. Why the author chose this topic—British travelers to Portugal—I can’t explain and wish I knew. It was enjoyable and interesting and educational because of her writing style and who she chose to write about. The long, convoluted sentence structure made it challenging but in a good way. Her opinions weren’t a distraction and gave insight into the time period or background of the person. It’s really a history of the political and commercial relationship between England and Portugal from the 1500s to the late 1800s. There’s also an interesting take on the Inquisition from the perspective of the British protestants living or visiting Portugal. She does an excellent job with the history of the development of the Port wine industry in Oporto. There are multiple accounts of the war between the brothers Dom Pedro and Dom Miguel and their associated British supporters. Lastly, it made me want to visit Sintra since just about everyone who went there loved it.
I bought this with a bundle of second hand books just over two months ago, and have been struggling through it since.
A collection of historical writings concerning English people who traveled to Portugal for various reasons. I didn't know much about the lives of most of them, but presumably they would have all been well known to her readers in 1946.
Some fascinating insights into historical events in Portuguese history, from the time of The Crusades when English fighters helped force Moorish invaders out, to the great Lisbon earthquake which naturally involved many visiting from England, and other political and religious intrigues that went over my head.
It's more of a reference book than one to read cover to cover. I enjoyed Rose Macaulay's writing style and will read more by her. Interestingly, she observes that most of the English at the time of her writing were Freemasons, and that caused animosity with the more religious Portuguese. I wonder if that's still the case, as modern Britain has an odd feeling that there is a secret club and those in it are immune from prosecution, with all doors and opportunities open to them, while everyone else is left to fight amongst themselves.
I started reading this book thinking it was a sort of travel account, but it's really what the title says: the stories of a bunch of Britons who have been to Portugal throughout History. It has some fun anecdotes, but at almost 600 pages it's bound to get repetitive.
They found paradise there, and a stimulus for endless complaints. Such have been the poles of experience among British travelers in Portugal, some smitten with the views from Sintra, others aghast at all the Roman Catholics. Macaulay, a master travel writer in her own right, is our witty guide to eight centuries of Anglo-Portuguese exchange, puncturing the pretensions of Brits abroad, but never without a touch of sympathy.
I don’t know why I stuck this one out. A lot of assumptions made of one’s general knowledge of 19th century Portuguese history. Also not what I was anticipating as a touted ‘travel’ book. Hard graft.
Using letters, diaries and their books the author gives us the stories and reactions of English people who have lived in Portugal from late medieval times to the nineteenth century. Unfortunately she chose to do this by grouping the subjects by profession (clergy, writers, soldiers etc) or by topic (the 1756 earthquake, Port wine) so there is no continuous sequence of events. This leads to much repetition and overlap. Having said that I do at the end know more about Portuguese history than when I started. Not one of her best books.
The English fascination and love for Portugal seems to run deep. But the book for me is written for the English traveller to Portugal. There is little reference of Portuguese history on offer which made reading this book a very tedious project.