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(by Lisa Lewis) |
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to a whole generation, homesickness was reversed by inoculation with Kipling's magic. Englishmen felt the days of England "sick and cold, and the skies gray and old and the twice-breathed airs blowing damp" [sic]; heard the East a'calling; fawned on the younger nations, the men that could shoot and ride; were conscious of the weight of the White Man's Burden; learned to read and talk the jargon of the seven seas; while in the outposts of Empire, men who read no other books recognised and approved flashes of their own lives in phrases from Kipling's verse. [Quoted, the Kipling Journal 224, December 1982, pp.15,17]Carrington's account of Kipling's life and work in The British Overseas pleased Mrs Bambridge and she consented to negotiate a contract with him. They collaborated closely, Carrington says, adding that he offered to include her name as co-author on the title page. For this reason, the book is often seen as suspect, but Carrington was a professional publisher of educational books, as well as a historian, and his high standards of accuracy make it a valuable work of reference still. His few slips are in matters of small importance. His aim, he writes, was "to keep the book factual, on a low tone, and to deflate the mythology about Kipling, to present a firm basis on which the analytical critics could stage their performance." For the facts and dates of Kipling's life, or at least of his life as publicly led, Carrington can be relied on. The book does not offer psychological insights. This was apparently forbidden in his brief as drawn up by Mrs Bambridge. It was also, she told Carrington, the chief ground of her objection to Birkenhead's draft, which she saw as "riddled with amateur psychoanalysis."
Kipling, as we think of him, was shaped by Anglo-Indian official and military society. And this society was predominantly philistine and provincial: deeply racist, anti-democratic, and politically anti-liberal. Kipling, of course, had developed during his boyhood strong reserves of aestheticism, metropolitanism, humanity, friendliness across class-barriers, and generosity, which prevented these vices from corrupting his art. But he was infected by them, and defended them, for they were attitudes held by a society which he knew to be superciliously undervalued by the centres of artistic power. (p.32)Thames and Hudson commissioned a rival picture-book, though in smaller format and black-and-white only, with a text by the academic and novelist Kingsley Amis, Rudyard Kipling and his World (London: 1975). Amis gives a short, workmanlike account, researched and written by a highly professional writer, but one that adds little if anything to the store of biographical knowledge available. Lancelyn Green, reviewing the book, calls it "a very much better study of Kipling than Fido's" (Kipling Journal 197, March 1976, p.3). It is intended, Amis states (p.114), as "partly a critical essay," which means that the text is enlivened by his sometimes idiosyncratic but always interesting critical opinions. He denies that in Stalky & Co. Kipling is "smarting at the cruel and unfair treatment he had received at the [United Services] College, so much so that he decided to pay back his persecutors with even crueller and more unfair treatment in print." Amis comments: "This is the sort of thing that gets criticism a bad name. Revenge is only one theme of the book among several, and the element of cruelty is in fact mild. When an enemy is defeated, the stress is not so much on his humiliation as on the ingenuity that brought it about" (p.34).
You must only weave tapestries when an external observation has set up a shape or a story in your mind, don't let the stories grow out of yourself. This belief led him for so much of his life to an off-putting philistinism, a false dichotomy between action and thought. But it also made him the remarkable writer that he is, for in attempting the impossible, a purely externally orientated art, he produced stories in new areas and exploited themes untouched by other writers. Yet it also stood in the way of his developing into one of the greatest writers, because he feared to follow his doubts and anxieties and haunting sense of guilt deep into himself, where their sources surely lay. (pp.341-2).Because of this judgement, and because Wilson describes Kipling's feeling for his friend (and brother-in-law to be) Wolcott Balestier as "much in love," some later writers have assumed that Wilson has perceived a homosexual tendency in Kipling. But Wilson himself writes:
… various people have suggested that I should look in the Simla stories [in which young men are attracted to older, married women], in "Without Benefit of Clergy" [an inter-racial romance that ends in tragedy], in Kim [where there is at least one homosexual relationship], in Soldiers Three, in The Light that Failed [believed to describe, at least in part, Kipling's relationship with his calf-love Flo Garrard] for the sexual explanation of Kipling's nature. As sexual clues all these stories contradict each other, but apart from that, there is only a surmise for the last, and for the rest no jot or tittle of evidence in any letters or papers I have read. (p.342).Lord Birkenhead's biography, finally published in a revised form in 1978, [Rudyard Kipling {Weidenfeld and Nicolson, London], also discusses Kipling's emotional life. Commenting on his infatuation with Flo Garrard, Birkenhead calls it "both literary and synthetic." Birkenhead goes on to suggest:
"Perhaps we may discover in this youthful involvement the seeds of his character in maturity, for among the emotions that were later to agitate him so fiercely a capacity for the passionate love of women never seems to have found a place" (p.77).Earlier Birkenhead reports that, according to Kipling's sister, Flo had died in 1902. But, whatever Kipling may or may not have said to his sister in 1902, Flo would outlive him. As with Angus Wilson's book, it is sometimes necessary to check Birkenhead's facts against other sources. There is good excuse to be made for any slips; according to Robin Birkenhead's introduction, the first draft, completed in 1947, was not revised for about fifteen years, while the next remained unpublished for at least as long, appearing only when the author was no longer alive to correct it. From 1947 the family papers which had been lent to the author by Mrs Bambridge were no longer available. In the 1960s Birkenhead hoped that Mrs Bambridge might be persuaded to withdraw her embargo on publication of the revised version, but she apparently refused even to look at it, abiding by her previous verdict that: "I consider it so bad a book that any attempt at palliative measures such as you describe, re-writing here, and altering there is not feasible." The author's son, who would have known if there had been what he calls "some shameful secret" in it, assured its readers that he did not know why the book was suppressed. He argues that any such secret could have been edited out and the rest allowed to stand. Part of the problem may have been that the "serious criticisms" the TLS reviewer reproached Carrington for failing to address were central to Birkenhead's evaluation; many of them are quoted.
There has been no attempt in this life to ignore his faults and quirks, but when history arrives at her calm verdict she will surely regard Kipling as a prophet of penetrating, if narrow, vision, a man of stainless honour, and a descriptive and inventive writer of God-given genius.She might not have identified with this book as she did with Carrington's, but she could fairly have agreed to lift the ban on it. Though not really suitable as an official, family-sponsored account, it is a valuable, if not always totally trustworthy, portrait. She cannot have intended the ultimate result of her actions: the scandal of its suppression undoubtedly helped the book's sales.
… something of Kipling's chameleon nature, the ability he celebrated in characters like Mowgli and Kim to cross boundaries and switch identities. At every stage of his life, a number of "Rudyard Kiplings" co-existed in varying degrees of compatibility with each other: devoted son/damaged "orphan," precocious aesthete/apprentice sahib, scholar gipsy/rule-bound conformist, would-be American/Empire Tory, innovative craftsman/fervent jingoist, doting father/bellicose tub-thumper - to mention only a few of the most obvious. In this new life, I have tried to bring out the full range of these diverse Kiplings, so fascinating and at times so frustrating.Available to Ricketts were the first three volumes of Thomas Pinney's The Letters of Rudyard Kipling, Kipling's diary for 1885 [See Pinney, ed. Something of Myself and Autobiographical Writings] the Kipling and Baldwin family papers at the University of Sussex, the papers of Kipling's literary agent A.P. Watt in the New York Public Library, and the Howard C. Rice papers at Marlboro College, Vermont, including the Mary Cabot memoir [extracts from this were published in English Literature in Transition, 29, 2, 1986, pp.161-218], an important source for Kipling's early married life. Ricketts has also made a few new discoveries: letters and diaries of Kipling's grandmother and aunts in the Worcester Public Records Office, relating to his early childhood; naval and other records extending the background to the Holloways, Kipling's foster-parents at Southsea. The copious notes (there is no bibliography) reveal that Ricketts is also familiar with the secondary literature.
When I started to consider Kipling as a subject for a biography, I was intrigued by the prospect of his life providing a panorama of Britain's intellectual, cultural and social history. It offered everything from high-minded tittle-tattle at Burne-Jones's open house in London in [the] 1870s and 1880s - where Browning might be found one day, Leslie Stephen, or even Oscar Wilde another - through the gruff military men and their strategies of high imperialism either side of the Boer war, to the critical political adjustments of the 1920s when Stanley Baldwin, with his cousin's help, tried to reposition Conservatism in the face of the grim advances of the dictators. Kipling could not have straddled the nineteenth and twentieth centuries more skilfully if he had tried. Born in 1865, he died in 1936, aged seventy. He is therefore a vital figure if one wants to understand how Victorian turned into Edwardian England and came to terms with the modern age.As a professional journalist himself, Lycett is also much interested in Kipling's work for and relations with the press. He does not pretend to be a literary critic. His knowledge of Kipling's fiction and verse is comparatively superficial. Kipling's peripatetic life allows Lycett to sketch lives and personalities in a wide variety of power groups of the period through his connections and friendships in London, India, New England, South Africa and Europe. The book's extra length gives space to pursue this material to the very end of Kipling's life. Something of Myself, his dying account of his creative career (of which Ricketts writes "Kipling had lost none of his sheer button-holing power or his daring" (p.387)) receives only a brief mention. Daniel Karlin's review finds the historical aspect of Lycett's book "more than competent, it is masterly, almost inspired" seeing it as a "well-constructed narrative and reference work for students." But on Kipling's writings Karlin finds it deficient: "Lycett is just not interested enough in what interested Kipling to make his imaginative life the focus,"although that, says Karlin, is "what makes the life worth bothering with in the first place" ["Kipling's Something of a Shadow," The Times Higher Education Supplement, 26 May 2000, p.31].
Of his political beliefs, Gilmour writes: Kipling was not a philosophic Tory. He was no Burke or Hume or Bolingbroke. Abstract ideas had minimal appeal for him; so did most theories and doctrines. Even his scepticism did not manage to provide a philosophical framework, as it had done with Salisbury and other Tory thinkers. Kipling’s political ideas were innate, intuitive, passed on by [his father] or formed by experience. He was an extremist in politics, but his hatred of “isms” made him seldom doctrinaire (pp.241-2).
This series offers stimulating accounts of the literary careers of the most admired and influential English-language authors. Volumes follow the outline of the writers’ working lives, not in the spirit of traditional biography, but aiming to trace the professional, publishing and social contexts which shaped their writing.Mallett edited Limits and Renewals for the Penguin Classics series [1987], and also a collection of critical essays called Kipling Considered [Houndmills, Macmillan, 1989]. In his introduction to Rudyard Kipling: a Literary Life, Mallett writes (p. ix):
This biography is intended, like Kipling’s autobiographical Something of Myself, to look at the life of Rudyard Kipling from the point of view of his work … My first concern has been with Kipling’s public rather than his private life. But I have, necessarily, described turning-points, drawn connections, made inferences, while being mindful of the obvious truth that even for the best-documented lives the evidence is partial: even for one’s own.While there is no new biographical information, Mallett has read widely in the field and provides a fair summary, setting Kipling in the context of his times. His critical comments are shrewd and interesting. Some of his judgements are contentious, but it is noticeable in Kipling studies that no two critics ever agree what is and what is not the finest work.
Kipling’s work is now so well known that many people who have never read any Kipling think they have (p. 2).He then sets himself to correct the false impression such people are apt to have. Interestingly, in his final paragraph he concludes:
It was very noticeable while writing this book that of the librarians, journalists and others I came into contact with in London, it was black people with roots in other countries who wanted to talk about Kipling and spoke of his work with affection. For the whites he was just another Dead European Male in the literary canon. For those who came from Commonwealth countries, Kipling was one of the few canonical writers who had something to say about what gave them the lives they have. Kipling the literary chameleon is still crossing barriers (p. 197).Since the general tenor of the book is to defend Kipling against his attackers, perhaps it will inspire some of its readers, whatever their colour, to sample the poems and stories for themselves.
Of the poetry, “If—”, “The Glory of the Garden”, “The Smugglers”, “The Way through the Woods”, “My Son (sic) Jack” and perhaps half a dozen more poems continue to be loved and valued. Of the fiction, if we exclude his writing for children there are plenty of well-crafted stories but very little that really holds the imagination except in fits and starts…[p.364].