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Has anyone else been watching this series of literary rambles on Sky Arts? Intelligent conversation about books with added pretty scenery: what’s not to like?

In the first series, the pair followed Boswell and Dr Johnson on their journey north and in the second, Wordsworth and Coleridge. The third series (just finished) is about the unlikely friendship between Alexander Pope, the disabled, Catholic poet and Jonathan Swift, the Irish Protestant. Both were radicals in their way, Tories at a time of Whig dominance of British politics. Pope first made his name with his satires, like The Rape of the Lock but what brought him wealth was his translation of the Iliad, which took him several years. Swift said he would have preferred it if Pope had spent the time on his own poetry and that someone else had then translated that. Pope spent his money on building his dream house at Twickenham, laying out a garden and making a grotto. Frank and Denise seemed to spend a lot of time on the Thames, gazing at the spot where Pope’s villa once stood. All that remains of it is the grotto, which they visited. I love grottos and have often been to the one at Stourhead, which includes an inscription by Pope. Our travellers had little to say about the garden, which became famous. Here’s Pope’s advice to gardeners:
Let not each beauty ev’rywhere be spied,
Where half the skill is decently to hide.
He gains all points, who pleasingly confounds,
Surprises, varies, and conceals the bounds.

Still sound advice today.

When Swift realised that there was no hope of a good job for him in England, he returned unwillingly to Ireland, describing it as ‘the land I hate’. He was Dean of St Patrick’s cathedral in Dublin from 1713 to 1745. We saw the cathedral, of course and the monument to him which I have also paid homage to. Strange that the man who ‘hated’ Ireland became such a fierce defender of Irish liberties against English encroachments. He and Pope met only once more but maintained a witty and affectionate correspondence.

I like these programmes for the chat, the readings and the obvious enthusiasm - love, even, which the presenters have for their subjects.
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romanticmoderns

Yup, I’ve already decided that I won’t read a better book this month than Romantic Moderns, which I enjoyed more than any novel I’ve read recently. I’d been wanting to read it since it came out (2010), so I snatched it off the ‘just returned’ shelf at the library when I saw it there. It begins particularly beguilingly for me:
Toller Fratrum is a small village in Dorset … Beside the farmhouse and a clutch of other stone buildings is the tiny church of St. Basil.
Yes! I’ve been there! Toller Fratrum is at the back of beyond, up a steep winding hill and quite hard to find. The point of visiting the church is to see the ancient font, which John Piper photographed in 1936. If you make the pilgrimage today, you will see his name in the visitors’ book, helpfully (not) marked in biro. Church crawling was a passion which Piper shared with John Betjeman.

The book is subtitled ‘English Writers, Artists and the Imagination from Virginia Woolf to John Piper.’ It sets out to show how artists and writers moved from bleak, minimalist, international modernism, advocated by the art critic Roger Fry and constructed by le Corbusier and others, towards an English art which was both modern and romantic. It was a battle between ‘concrete and curlicues’, between dogmatists and those they saw as traitors.
Artists who had previously felt compelled to disguise themselves as avant-garde Frenchmen were now to be found on English beaches sheltering their watercolours from the drizzle. Anthologists … collected up the verse of eighteenth century parsons …There were church murals, village plays, campaigns to save historic buildings. There were Paul Nash’s megaliths, the erotic dramas of Graham Sutherland’s landscapes, Vita Sackville West’s old roses at Sissinghurst, Edward Bawden’s copper jelly moulds, Bill Brandt’s photographs of literary Britain, Florence White’s regional recipes.
The war intensified all this, because of a desire to record what then existed in case it should be destroyed.

Was this trend a betrayal of modernism?
Was it a betrayal of the modern movement to be in love with old churches and tea-shops; … Is Auden any less a ‘modern’ thinker because he wept with nostalgia while writing a devoted introduction to a selection of Betjeman’s prose?
These are Harris’s themes, explored in detail and with a wonderful command of sources. The book is also beautifully illustrated.

It’s interesting that today people flock to Sissinghurst and other National Trust properties and that Paul Nash, Edward Bawden and John Piper are so much admired. No doubt many writers and artists currently see this as retrograde; the English typically wallowing in nostalgia instead of creating a Brave New World. No doubt a researcher of the future will write a book about it. I’m not qualified to review this book as I’m no art expert; nor am I a worshipper of Virginia Woolf , and there’s an awful lot of Woolf in Romantic Moderns. Even so, I can’t recommend it highly enough.

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From Continual Dew by John Betjeman, 1937
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I have just read Intent Upon Reading, by Margery Fisher, in a reprint of the revised edition, printed in 1967. It is rare to find an important and influential critical work which is itself as easy and enjoyable to read as a novel. As the author says, 'the real motive for criticism should be the exchanging of favourites, the recommendation Try this, it’s good '.
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