Our Radio Critic,
Joyce McMillan, finds today's writers on a mission to seek out the
past.
WHEN I was a child, in the 1950s and 60s, people hurtled towards the
future as if they couldn't shake the dust of the past from their feet
fast enough. They flush-panelled old doors, heaved out old fireplaces,
slapped cream gloss paint on old dark wood. ''Modern'' meant good,
bright, alive, ''old-fashioned'' meant dark, dingy, dirty; and every
year you went to the Ideal Homes Exhibition in the Kelvin Hall to see
what the latest ''modern'' looked like.
I don't know when, exactly, it all changed, when ''modern'' came to
mean cold, sinister, bleak, and ''old-fashioned'' cosy, pretty,
reasurring. But I know that that shift more or less accounts for the
reactionary political climate we live in now; having junked and
demolished the past for a solid quarter-century, without admitting to a
pang, people suddenly became ill with future-shock, and ceased to
believe in ''progress''. So now conscientious writers sit among the
wreckage, trying to recover the material that was lost or undervalued in
the hectic forward rush, trying to get back in touch with lost times
without succumbing to the disease of indiscriminate nostalgia.
On Tuesday evening, for example, Radio 4's poetry programme Stanza on
Stage came to the Pleasance Theatre on the Edinburgh fringe, to hear
readings by Liz Lochhead, Carol Ann Duffy and Jackie Kay. They span 15
years in age, and come from widely different backgrounds. Yet somehow,
their style was noticeably similar for its loving resurrection of the
lost detail of past lives; Lochhead remembering the precise texture of
life ''after the war'', Kay revisiting her parents' house, somehow
unable to believe that her childhood really happened there.
But the strongest poem of all, in this vein, was a half-comic piece by
Duffy called ''The Captain of the 1964 Top of the Form Team'', which
literally reeked of the strange, telly-driven, intensely ''British''
atmosphere of that decade, and of longing for old certainties about what
mattered, what you should learn; but all encased in a powerful
understanding that those certainties went with a kind of male
sensibility which now seems ridiculous. Small wonder, with poetry as
rich and accessible as this being written, that live poetry readings
like this one, superbly captured by the BBC, have become one of the
surprise success stories of the last decade.
There was more loving attention to the past, too, in this week's
Celtic Horizons on Radio Scotland, in which writer and critic Joy Hendry
pieced together the story of her own musical education, starting from
the penchant of her mother's middle-class Perth family for Victorian
drawing-room ballads (some Scottish, but not too broad, of course) and
English kitsch like ''We'll Gather Lilacs in the Spring Again''.
The story then proceeded through intimations of a different kind of
''Scottish song'' gleaned from her father's Dundee working-class family
(this Perth-Dundee dichotomy clearly imprinted itself eloquently on
Hendry's infant mind) to the gradual dawning of enlightenment through
the international folk music revival -- and the Perth Folk Club -- of
the 60s. This programme had a more hopeful atmosphere than the three
poets could manage; there was a powerful sense that for Hendry, a
present in which she has come into full possession of her heritage of
Scottish song is better than a childhood in which she was substantially
deprived of it.
But still, there's a loss, somewhere. Like Jackie Kay, whose
astonishing half-sung poem about a Communist Party social in her
parents' house was a highlight of the poetry reading -- Hendry seems to
have had her initial feeling for music and poetry stirred by hearing the
important adults in her life singing and reciting at home, however
questionable their taste; and I was left wondering whether almost any
culture owned and enacted by people themselves -- even a kitsch and
oppressive one -- is not better than no culture at all, or one passively
received from a video screen.
Meanwhile, Radio 3 has been re-running a series of fascinating
programmes, made last year by Christopher Hope, about new writing in
South Africa. As Natalie Wheen pointed out a few weeks ago, in a
memorable Kaleidoscope special called We Will Shame The Devil, artists
in South Africa are now facing a rare and astonishing set of challenges,
escaping from the rigid confrontations of apartheid into a world utterly
changed, but at the same time not so ruthlessly commercialised and
robbed of ideals as post 1989 eastern Europe.
And what was striking in Hope's programmes was the extent to which
South African writers, too, are finding themselves impelled to write
autobiography, painstaking memoirs of the myriad tiny ways in which the
apartheid state moulded their lives. The danger with this kind of
attention to the past, of course, is that it becomes stuck and
reactionary, crystallises into an obsession with ''getting back'' to
some point where injustice or irreparable damage was done. But so long
as artists remain truthful about past pain as well as past pleasure,
this end of century reclaiming of lost realities cannot be bad.
As the Booker prizewinner J. M. Coetzee said to Hope, of the South
African government's intention, as part of the ''reconciliation''
process, to destroy all files on crimes committed by the security forces
during apartheid: ''We as artists must absolutely reject that. You can
forgive; but you can't found your future on forgetting and lies.''
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