MEDiA/BOOKS: Mr Gillray, Draper Hill

I’m massively impressed by this book.

Draper Hill, an American cartoonist, clearly had a consuming passion for Gillray. The research evident in this work, first published in the mid 1960s – added to how many (esp’ of the more obscure) Gillray artworks are ‘from the author’s collection’ – is quite astonishing.

Ever since first encountering Gillray’s incredible prints, via my interests in Napoleonic era history, I’ve been blown away by them. Learning more about the man who created these complex and now potentially obscure/hard to decipher works is utterly fascinating.

P. 155 ‘Comprehension by a later generation requires a certain expenditure of effort.’ Very true, Mr Hill.

Presages of The New Millennium, 1795. (Fitzwilliam Museum)

In addition to the usual biographical stuff, that one expects on any subject – birth, childhood background, education, etc. – one of the threads of chief interest with Gillray, given his milieu, political satire, is who is ‘paying the piper’? Whose ideas are we seeing?

Draper Hill goes into as much detail as the sources available to him permit. And it makes for fascinating reading. After a youthful period of being a gun for hire, Gillray became steadily more allied to Tories, like George Canning.

Often it’s Canning’s ideas, or those of other paying clients/masters, that Gillray deploys his immense talents on behalf of. But that said, as Hill notes, a lot of Gillray’s output, perhaps more so in the general ‘social satire’ arena, as opposed to political satire, and/or propaganda, drawer on his own ideas.

Draper Hill, at work.
A Hill cartoon.

I’ve had this book ages now. And started reading it I can’t even remember when. I picked it up again, as a kind of light reprieve from the N. A. M. Rodgers’ naval trilogy (I’ve literally just finished Vol II of the latter), and I’m thoroughly enjoying it.

I resumed reading it yesterday, only a few pages in. And now I’m on the final rather sad chapter, ‘Disintegration’. It’s a compelling story, to me at any rate.

Gillray, self-portrait miniature.*

It’s also very interesting, how this book connects to Vol. II of Rodgers’ naval history, the latter ending, as it does, in the era of the French Revolution and Great Wars (as the Napoleonic period was known at the time). Consequently many of the folk Gillray either has dealings with, or depicts, were also recent subjects of Command of the Ocean.

Well, if slightly floridly written – especially impressive as this is not the author’s chief area of professional competence – incredibly well researched (the more so for someone not a professional academic), this is clearly a labour of love on Hill’s part.

Georgian satire could be very earthy!

I love it! And highly recommend it.

*Prob’ painted for Hannah Humphreys.

NOTE

All the illustrations in the book under review are black and white. I’ve included a couple of coloured ones here, to convey a fuller effect of Gillray’s work. If the potentially interested reader seeks decent colour reproductions, a better place to go than Draper Hill’s book – first and foremost a biography – is Clayton’s much more recent work, James Gillray, a Revolution In Satire.

FOOTNOTE

This book references numerous things that excite my interest, including such things as Broadley’s catalogue of Napoleonic prints, etc. Indeed, there are a great many quite diverse things Hill refers to I’d like to explore further. One such is this, a handwriting guide, using numerous bon mots to aid the cultivation of good penmanship.

MEDiA/FiLM: Darkest Hour, 2016

We recently visited Chartwell. What an incredible place. Mostly on account of the location. The house and nearby art studio are amazing. But the landscape and gardens are even more breathtaking. 

Anyway, ‘pon our return home, from a week in St Leonards by the Sea, with the visit to Chartwell en-route home, Teresa suggested we watch this film, again. 

The real Elizabeth Layton.
The movie version, aka Lily James.

It’s great.

Compared with the extreme ahistorical travesty that was Churchill, in which Brian Cox portrays a really rather pathetic version of the ‘Great Man’, this is – whilst still inserting some fiction (any is too much, in my view) – much more in line with more traditionally popular ideas of the man. 

Gary Oldman… is Churchill.
The transformation in progress.

Gary Oldman is superb. Indeed, the whole cast is terrific. There are some modern intrusions into the film, some of which are along similar lines to some of those in Churchill. But, all things considered, to much less egregious effect. 

This scene is pure fiction, sadly.
Pity, really.

As ever, I’m interested to learn about the historical accuracy of such things: from the role of secretary Elizabeth Layton, to whether or not Winston actually rode the underground, and as a result was late for/or even absent from a Cabinet meeting, about negotiating a peace to be brokered by Mussolini. 

It turns out the real Miss Layton worked with Churchill after the timeframe depicted. And the Underground scene is completely fictitious. I think it’s a great shame allegedly ‘historical’ films like this take these liberties.

Ben Mendehlson as George VI.

Inevitably, many viewers will take the fabricated parts at face value and believe them to be genuine history. And that’s just not right.

Nevertheless, this is a good film. Far better and more watchable – and despite elements of fiction, still more historically faithful – than Churchill. Beautifully shot, well directed, and brilliantly acted, a very engaging film.

SHOPPiNG: TEMU – Tried Once…

I ordered some cushion covers and a ‘cowboy’ style belt from TEMU. The two cushion covers arrived as expected. The belt? Wasn’t the one I ordered.

From what I’ve heard from other folk shopping with TEMU, this is normal. Apparently they then jerk you around issuing ‘credit’, instead of a straight refund or sending the correct item.

I’ve decided to leave it as is. They didn’t get much of my money. They won’t be getting any more.

DAYS iN: Back Home

Chilling with a brewski (tea, that is!).
Reading in the garden in the sun.

All things considered, getting home is alright, I guess? Initially I felt rather deflated. Back to the same old same old…

Chester pauses, mid-drink…

But then Chester re-appeared. Having gone AWOL – according to Mel – for a spell, his reappearance was a real mood-sweetener.

His wound has healed nicely.

So, we’re back home.

Antonio, who only got back from collecting Ali from NZ on Thursday, is off to Spain again today, for his work. So we’ve hardly seen him!

Mel holds forth.

Our lovely neighbour, Mel, who fed and looked after Chester – inc. giving him his meds – whilst we were away, popped round for tea and a catch up.

Oh, crap…

This is the sort of thing, above, that makes home-coming less happy. Goddamn clutter!

Reinstated shelf unit.

I brought a set of shelves back indoors, that has been out in the garden a good long while. And I restocked it with books, clearing two other areas that were ‘library overflow’; namely, the upstairs landing shelves, and the shelves near the dartboard.

Shoe-bie doobie doo!

This in turn freed up space to use the ‘new’ (Freecycle) metal IKEA storage unit, which we’ll be using as a temporary shoe storage solution.

I guess that means we’ve been reasonably industrious for our sacred-Sunday of rest?

Chair swappage, and yet more clutter.

Oh, all this rearranging also entailed swapping the two armchairs round, so as to maintain some form of passageway, ‘twixt the chairs.

DAYS OUT: Holiday, ‘24, Day VI – Farewell, Markwick Place & Chartwell, etc.

Damn! Our brief break is nearly over. And I’m just getting started on relaxing!

I love this wall-hanging rug.

Sad to go. But we’ve had an ace time. Took a few parting snaps.

We’ve tried our best to leave the place as close to how we found it as we can. It was immaculate. And I can’t pretend we leave it quite so shiny. But we did our best.

But what a great week! A few daily outing type haunts. Some quality chill time at the flat. Just the one (fiscally crippling) meal out. And lots of good eating ‘at home’.

Brilliant!

CHARTWELL

Dramatic!

En-route home, we stopped at Chartwell House, which is now run by the NT. Wow! What a place.

The drive to Chartwell is pretty idyllic.

Despite being slightly ‘out of season’, this is undoubtedly one of the most popular NT places we’ve been. Very, very, very busy!

Once parked, it’s ‘timed entry’ tickets. We thought that meant a tour. Turned out it didn’t.

The grounds are astonishing. Quite hilly. With lots of water features, all on different levels. And all fabulously planted.

And so, to the house…

I love the way the bookshelves in the study/library are flush to the walls, even over the doorway. And there’s a great aerial view model of D-Day…

Blah…

I overheard the NT volunteer/guide in the room featured in pics below telling an interesting anecdote about the beautiful rug featured in the first of the next gallery of photos.

Apparently Winston came down in the middle of the night in one (no doubt historically momentous) occasion, and tripped on the tassels of this exquisite piece of textile. So he got some scissors and simply cut the tassels off.

It’s an odd house, in terms of the stuff inside it. Being both very domestic, and personal, but simultaneously a place to display art and artefacts of a ‘great man of history’.

I didn’t really photograph the rooms that are most altered, the gallery type spaces. It makes me wonder how much is displayed as it was (when Churchill lived there), and how much has been altered, and to what degree, for the sake of creating a public exhibition of Churchill’s life and times.

And back out into the gardens…

Then we visited his art studio, a short walk from the main house.

The complex of buildings housing the art studio is massive. We only got to see inside a tiny portion of it. I wonder what the rest is/was for?

An extraordinary home, in an unbelievably gorgeous location. The views it commands of the valley (is this the Weald?) are fabulous. Sadly my iPhone camera fails utterly in capturing such stuff.

But this was certainly a fun and very worthwhile place to visit.

POSTSCRIPT

We had a fab break in St Leonard’s on Sea, and would love to go back again. So it was nice to see the above feedback after our stay in Markwick Place.

MEDiA/BOOKS: The Price of Victory, N. A. M. Rodger

Due out October 3rd, 2024.

I’m enjoying The Command of The Ocean so much, I thought I’d see if I could encourage Topping Books to get the author booked as a speaker.

Looking into it, I discovered his third volume of British Naval history, The Price of Victory, comes out very soon (see above). I’ve emailed Topping with my suggestion. I wonder if anything will come of it?

DAYS OUT: Holiday, ‘24, Day V – Nearing The End

After breakfast in bed…

I’m feeling a little sad this morning. Partly down to the change in weather, perhaps? It’s still grey n’ rainy. But more due to the knowledge this terrific little holiday is nearing its end.

I could sooo do with another week! Not just another week off work, either. But another week elsewhere. Somewhere different. 17 Markwick Terrace, where we’ve been staying, is wonderful.

Teresa cooked a fab lunch, of sardines n’ ‘taters, tomatoes, etc, on flatbreads. We’ll pop out to Bookbusters in a bit. I’d like to get Tintin & The Lake of Sharks, the only Tintin album I’ve never previously owned.

I nearly bought it in Rye Bookshop. It Teresa talked me out of it. It’s not officially part of the Hergé canon. Although it was supervised by him. And it came out in 1972, the year o’ my birth.

To complete my collection?

We’re planning to visit Chartwell, NT, tomorrow, en-route home. And also, to pick up a brand new toilet, that Dad and Claire happened to have surplus! Thanks, folks.

Well, we went to Bookbusters, and even the Hastings Oxfam (shouldn’t have bothered with the latter, esp’ as it was in the soulless and busy town centre), in search of Tintin. No dice.

We did get a gift for Mel, as a thank you for looking after Chester (two gifts actually: a stick of rock and a book on The Tudors). I got a book on the Pre-Raph’s, for Teresa. And, for myself, a little ex-library hardback of Thomas Hardy’s ‘unstageable’ Napoleonic play, The Dynasts.

Must remove ye ancient stickers.

Back ‘home’, watching Kind Hearts & Coronets, a terrific old Ealing film. A lack comedy, in which the truly wonderful AlecGuiness plays numerous ill-fated members of the d’Ascoyne family.

The fab’ food and fun continue… a lovely omelette, with home made fries and salad. We watched most of Two Way Stretch, with Peter Sellers and co.

And we’re rounding off an already indulgent day/evening, with some blockbuster action movie silliness… Under Siege!

Is this Seagal’s only good film?
Badass chef, Casey Ryback.

Don’t diss his cooking. He’ll do a lot worse than pee in your paella.

DAYS OUT: Holiday, ‘24, Day IV – Rainy Day @ The Museum

Hastings Museum & Gallery.

It was grey and wet today. We had planned to toddle around Alexandra Park. But, in the Biblical downpour? Nope…

So, instead we visited Hastings Museum & Gallery…

I rather like the badgers, in the stained glass wi Dow, which is halfway up the older larger staircase, leading to the museums first floor.

They have a very mixed and varied collection. Including an exhibit about a local Hastings guy who rose to international fame pretending to be an Indian; Grey Owl, or, rather more prosaically, Archibald Belaney.

Wow!!!

Tucked away at the rear of the complex, are an intriguing set of spaces. They certainly possess the ‘wow factor’. This area is called The Durban Hall, apparently. It’s pretty astonishing.

The Durbar Hall rooms, with their exquisite dark carved wood panelling, are truly breathtaking. The upper floor is loaded with interesting artefacts. The lower floor resembles a kind of mini-theatre.

Eventually, after sitting mesmerised in the lower room for some time, we exited this incredible space, and saw the remainder of the Museum and Gallery.

Their new temporary art exhibit was closed (still in the process of being hung). But some of their permanent collection was on display.

And, finally, back home…

Feet up.
Teresa beat me.

What a great day. Filled with simple pleasures.

DAYS OUT: Holiday, ‘24, Day III – Rye, Mermaid Inn, St Mary’s, etc.

It’s tough right now…
Another lovely breakfast on the balcony.

After a delish’ breakfast on the balcony, we set off, around 11 am, for Rye. My dad’s birthplace.

Rye hilltop panorama.

Rye, as it is now, is clearly a ‘boutique’ little town. Lots of expensive shops. More art galleries in one street than many cities have in total!

Rye Art is a terrific place. Great art, fabulous building – all higgledy-piggledy, and Tardis like (way bigger inside than it looks from outside) – and great music playing.

Another interesting gallery was an old butcher’s shop, showing stuff by an artist named O’Duffy:

It was odd and unexpected to see Dangermouse, Animal, and The Cookie Monster in Rye. We hoped we might see Tom Baker. But, alas, no sightings.

The Mermaid Inn.

We had a table booked for 1 pm at The Mermaid Inn. Got there about 12.30, and had a drink in a lounge type room (Dr Syn’s Chamber!). For lunch we both had roast lamb. Which was delicious. And we shared a rare glass of Merlot (rare because I’m back to more or less tee-total).

After a fab but rather painfully costly lunch, we mooched around the town a bit more. Walking past Lamb House (shut, rather annoyingly!), and having a look ‘round St Mary’s.

ST MARY’S CHURCH

Exhausted, we ambled back to the car. Passing a few points of possible family history type interest: the now closed Gasson Antiques shop, and the Grammar School. We also took in the touristy gate. And then, back to the car and ‘home’ to Markwick Terrace.