I owe a good deal to this journal. By unburdening my mind on paper I feel, as it were, in some degree to get rid of it; it seems made over to a friend that hears it patiently, keeps it faithfully, and by never forgetting anything, is always ready to compare the past and present and thus to cheer and edify the future…..I seem to live my life over again. If I have been unhappy, it rejoices me to have escaped it; if happy, it does me good to remember it.
Having avidly watched Gentleman Jack on TV, Anne Lister’s diaries (1816-24) are utterly fascinating to read. A recent visit to Shibden Hall motivated me to read this first volume and I was transfixed. One of the most interesting aspects for me is the insight into life for women with too high a social rank to work but with little or no income to allow them to live independently. For most, marriage was the only prospect for future security. For a woman with such a thirst for knowledge and adventure as Anne Lister (1791-1840), this resulted in often stultifying boredom as she made the necessary rounds of social calls that measured out the days of these women’s lives, single and married.
Anne, who came from one of Halifax’s oldest families, was a social snob and a social climber. Society at that time had rigid rules about who one may or should call on and she wouldn’t call on anyone she considered her social inferior. She refused all invitations to parties and didn’t join in most of the social activities. She would drop people quickly if they used words or behaved in ways she considered vulgar or, heaven forfend, they looked like mercantile people! Some of her own family members were an embarrassment to her. My father is so desperately vulgar.. She would feel wretchedly ashamed to meet anyone she knew when she was with him. She thought her sister, Marian, who lived with her father, was vulgar too. They didn’t fit in with her social aspirations which were only met by her regular trips to York and London, and later to Paris and Europe.
What a horror, I thought! She is pompous, self opinionated, egotistical, a social and intellectual snob and often cruelly judgemental, but she knew what she wanted from life and disciplined herself to achieve it. She spends a lot of time trying to shape herself into what she considers an ideal. In her mid 20s, she resolved to wear only black which made her stand out from her contemporaries. She is very intelligent and studied the sciences, languages including Greek, Latin and Hebrew, philosophy, religion and literature. She tried to choose her reading carefully. …I have, still, more romance than can let me bear the stimulus, the fearful rousing, of novel reading. I must not indulge in it. I must keep to graver things and strongly occupy myself with other thoughts and perpetual exertions. This after crying for several hours over one! She had the stamina to walk long distances at a remarkable pace and often travelled on top of the carriage with the coachman on her journeys - not the behaviour of a ‘lady’ at all! In Halifax, she is ridiculed behind her back. She knows it’s happening and it must have been hurtful, particularly the comments about her masculine appearance. Her friends elsewhere are much more accepting of her differences which is another reason she enjoys her visits away so much. Her hard exterior masked a much softer centre but she chose to keep it hidden to all but her closest friends. She could obsess for months over a hurtful comment or perceived slight.
She longs for female companionship, a life partner, but women are expected to marry and sexuality is hidden and, to a point, forbidden. She was attractive to many women, however, and was rarely without at least one sexual partner, and very often more than one simultaneously. She was an outrageous flirt and had she been a man would have been considered a Lothario. She was lonely though. Oh, that I had some kindred spirit and by whom, BE loved. I have none and feel desolate.….my heart longs after a companion…. This desperation led her to shape often unsuitable women to fit her romantic ideal. Miss Walker, who would eventually become her life companion, is initially described as vulgar….deadly stupid.
Surprisingly, or perhaps not, she was not a feminist. In 1819, when government reform was a hot topic, she ranted against the idea of women having the vote. What will not these demagogues advance, careless what absurdity or ruin they commit! Oh, Anne! She is an intellectual and yet ….I am not an admirer of learned ladies. They are not the sweet, interesting creatures I should love. She was an incorrigible manipulator of people in general and I suspect she only got away with it because she had charisma.
I would have enjoyed Anne Lister’s company, I think, but I would not have looked for a close relationship with her. She is too judgemental and friends often struggled to meet the expectations she had of them. She was a fascinating woman though and reportedly an excellent conversationalist due to the broad field of her studies and her travels abroad. This volume of her diaries is transcribed (much is encrypted) and edited by the excellent Helena Whitbread. I look forward to the second volume which will cover more closely the period dramatised on tv. Having read these diaries, I feel sure that Sally Wainwright and Suranne Jones have managed to capture the essence of Anne Lister perfectly.