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Volume 2, September 2000 |
ISSN 1538-893X |
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By Moira
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Scottish Literary Tour Company
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The
answer lies in the idea of duality, something which observers have found
recurring throughout both Scottish literature and Scottish life, perhaps
throughout the Scottish character itself.
East and west, Highland and Lowland, city and country -- these
are everyday opposites in Scotland.
Hugh MacDiarmid, the major Scottish poet of the 20th century and
leader of the Scottish Literary Renaissance between the two world wars,
used the phrase ‘the Caledonian antisyzygy’ for the duality which he
found in the Scottish soul, suggesting that such oppositions gave a
creative tension to Scottish literature.
However, like any city, it also had its manual
workers, and its beggars and prostitutes.
The different groups mingled in the streets and in the high “lands”
or tenements where all social classes lived together, and met, too, in
the city’s many taverns.
In Lucky Middlemass’, Rob Gibb’s or Lucky Wood’s,
the two sides of Edinburgh were clearly to be seen.
These
writers themselves had a dual purpose. We are grateful to them for their
vivid descriptions of the colorful scenes around them,
but they were there in the first
place to have a good time.
It’s true that they didn’t always write about pubs, nor spend
all their time drinking: Allan Ramsay (who started his working life as a
wigmaker, but soon took up more literary pursuits) was an all-round man
of letters who
opened the first lending library in Britain, kept a bookseller’s shop
near St Giles, and wrote tender nature poetry. His verse play The Gentle Shepherd,
set in
the
See yon twa elms that grow up side by side,
Fou closs we us’d to drink and rant, You
don’t need to be completely fluent in Scots to recognize an
eighteenth-century binge. Only
a few years later another poet, Robert Fergusson, was another who saw
and described both intellectual and roistering Edinburgh. During his
brief life he was an enthusiastic member of the Cape Club, another
drinking
When big as burns the gutters rin, But
he had a more spiritual view of his city too: his long poem Auld
Reekie compares the sight of Edinburgh from the Fife shore to the
vision of heaven enjoyed by the saints. He
died at the age of 24, but was not forgotten.
His mingled emotions, his sensibility and sensuality, were
understood and appreciated by other poets in the next 200 years.
Robert Burns thought of him as “my elder brother in misfortune,
by far my elder brother in the muse,” and, when he visited Edinburgh,
had a stone set up on Fergusson’s grave in Canongate churchyard.
Robert Louis Stevenson too felt a kinship:
“so clever a boy, so wild, of such a mixed strain ... and, as I
always felt ... so like myself.” And when Fergusson’s grave was
rescued from neglect in the middle of the 20th century, the contemporary
poet Robert Garioch wrote a sonnet recalling the associations of the
place: “Here Robert Burns
knelt and kissed the mool.” Burns
came to Edinburgh for the first time in 1786. The Kilmarnock edition of
his poems had been praised by the novelist Henry Mackenzie, and
Edinburgh society was eager to see this “heaven-taught ploughman.” Burns
enjoyed the genteel attractions of fashionable Edinburgh and was society’s
favorite for a time. But, this being Edinburgh, there were other sorts
of attractions too, and he was introduced by William Smellie to the
Crochallan Fencibles, yet another drinking club. Smellie himself was a
two-sided man. Self-educated,
he worked on the first edition of the greatly respected Encyclopedia
Britannica, but entertained his friends at night with
On
his second visit to Edinburgh, in 1787, Burns met Mrs. Nancy McLehose,
who became Clarinda to his Sylvester in an exchange of
courtly love-letters. But there was a difficulty in the
fashionable drawing-rooms, another opposition, country versus city. The
two worlds had met but could not merge.
The relationship between Burns and Nancy probably remained
platonic, but it resulted, when he went back to Ayrshire, in the lovely
farewell poem “Ae Fond Kiss.” The
next giant on the Edinburgh literary scene, Sir Walter Scott, also knew
two worlds. Though born in Edinburgh, Scott was of Borders descent, and
following an attack of polio in early childhood, he spent much time with
his grandparents near Kelso. His first literary interest was in the
collection of Border ballads.
As a lawyer he was part of Edinburgh society, and he too enjoyed
nights in a drinking club, called simply The Club, which met in
Carrubbers Close for the consumption of oysters, claret and rum punch;
but when he turned to writing on his own account -- first epic poetry
and then novels -- his themes were often those of an older, more
romantic world. His first novel Waverley, when published
in 1814, bore no author’s name, and later novels were presented as by
“the Author of Waverley.”
Whatever Scott’s reason for this, the device -- hinting again
at a double life -- caught the imagination of readers, and the identity
of “the Great Unknown” was
debated for some years. (It was a fairly open secret, however, by 1827,
when Scott himself, at a dinner in the Assembly Rooms, announced it to
applause.) Meanwhile
another country-bred writer had come to Edinburgh from the Borders. James
Hogg, “the Ettrick Shepherd,” was, like Burns, taken up by society
and made much of in literary salons. He features as a character in the
series of sketches called Noctes Ambrosianae, published over some
years in Blackwood’s Magazine. The editor of the magazine, John
Wilson, wrote as “Christopher North,” and his duality extended to
his appearance under that name in the sketches, many of which he wrote.
Though he was nominally a friend of Hogg’s, his jokes at the expense
of the Shepherd’s rough appearance and country ways are cruel, and the
mismatch between country and city is very clear. Hogg,
however belatedly, has had his revenge. His novel, The
Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner, is now
recognized as a work of genius, and there is no work of Scottish
literature which so clearly presents the question of duality, both in
its form -- with its varying and conflicting narratives -- and in its
story of the central character and his companion, who may (or may not)
be a projection of his own mind. And
duality can be seen in both the life and the work of Robert Louis
Stevenson. Son of a secure
middle-class family, and expected to become an engineer like his father
and grandfather, Stevenson cut his lectures at Edinburgh University to
explore the city in all its aspects. As interested as Fergusson and
Burns in Edinburgh’s “low life,” he became a regular visitor to
the brothels and pubs of Lothian Road and Leith Walk. Strained
relations with his family and continual ill-health took him away from
Edinburgh, eventually to the South Seas where he died at the age of
Scottish
literature at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th
tried to ignore the disreputable side of life. The writers of the
Kailyard School had their day, but their rose-tinted world, shattered by
World War I, was finally banished between the wars by the movement known
as the Scottish Literary Renaissance. Spearheaded by C. M. Grieve (Hugh
MacDiarmid), the Renaissance sought a national identity for Scotland in
both political and literary arenas. The movement further led, after World War II, to another
great period in the life of literary Edinburgh, still led by MacDiarmid
and centered to a large extent in Edinburgh pubs like the Cafe Royal,
the Abbotsford, and Milne’s Bar. A painting by Alexander Moffat, “Poets’
Pub,” though carried out in 1980, evokes the
period of the late 1950s and early 1960s: In a smoky city bar are
gathered Norman MacCaig, Sorley MacLean, Hugh MacDiarmid, Iain Crichton
Smith, George Mackay Brown, Sydney Goodsir Smith, Edwin Morgan, Robert
Garioch and Alan Bold. Some of these poets were perhaps only passing through, and
are more strongly identified with other parts of Scotland, but Sydney
Goodsir Smith, for one, is inseparable from the story of literary
Edinburgh, and its pubs turn up again and again in his long poems Under
the Eildon Tree and Carotid Cornucopius.
Whilk is the crudd and whilk the whey Norman
MacCaig’s poetry itself has two aspects, since he had strong
connections with the Highlands and much of his work reflects that
landscape, but he lived in Edinburgh and celebrated its varied richness: City of everywhere, broken necklace in the sun,
So far we have not mentioned one major duality, the male/female
question. The place of women writers in Scottish literature is at last
being acknowledged, after centuries during which they have been
marginalized, and in recent years Edinburgh has been home to many
distinguished women writers: Elspeth Davie, Joan Lingard and Dilys Rose
are only a few of these. MacDiarmid considered Rebecca West’s The
Judge, set in Edinburgh, to be one of the finest of Scottish novels. Muriel Spark was born and educated in Edinburgh
and the city supplies a background for her novel The Prime of Miss
Jean Brodie. Tensions and contradictions abound in her characters,
both in the schoolgirls and in their enigmatic teacher Miss Brodie, who
pointedly claims to be a descendant of Deacon Brodie and, in her public
respectability linked to private passion, displays all the dualism
associated with his name. Spark depicts the contrasts of Edinburgh
between the wars -- the gulf between the well-brought up girls and the
unemployed men in the streets -- just as, more recently, Irvine Welsh in
Trainspotting presents the underside of the modern city, but
never lets us forget that it is only a few streets away from tourist
Edinburgh: Ah remembered somebody sais that it wis the first
day ay the Festival. Well,
they certainly got the weather fir it.
Ah sat oan the wall by the bus stop, letting the sun soak intae
ma wet jeans.
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