Norma Clarke

Norma Clarke’s latest book is a family memoir, Not Speaking.

Letter
Terry Eagleton says the origin of culture is labour; labour provides the material base for the products of the mind (LRB, 25 April). ‘Labour’ is also the word for childbirth. To go from Eagleton’s stimulating reflections to Sophie Smith on the way women’s thinking has historically been excluded from histories of thinking was instructive. Smith puzzles over the ‘forgotten woman’ trope...
Letter
Terry Eagleton says the origin of culture is labour; labour provides the material base for the products of the mind (LRB, 25 April). ‘Labour’ is also the word for childbirth. To go from Eagleton’s stimulating reflections to Sophie Smith on the way women’s thinking has historically been excluded from histories of thinking was instructive. Smith puzzles over the ‘forgotten woman’ trope...

I ham sorry: Poor Lore

Norma Clarke, 1 August 2019

Frances Soundy​ lived in Battersea. She had several children and a husband who periodically disappeared. Off and on, throughout the 1820s, she wrote to the church wardens and overseers of the parish of Pangbourne in Berkshire asking for money. One son needed shoes, another clothes; the rent was due; debts had mounted. Mrs Soundy was apologetic: ‘Honerable Gentilmen I ham sorry to have...

A Skeleton My Cat: ‘Poor Goldsmith’

Norma Clarke, 21 February 2019

Is​ there an 18th-century writer to rival Oliver Goldsmith? Who else achieved lasting popular and critical success in all three major genres? The Vicar of Wakefield has never been out of print; The Deserted Village was a schoolroom favourite well into the 20th century; and She Stoops to Conquer is still performed. Despite these works, and the other poems, plays, histories, biographies and...

Letter

The Last London

29 March 2017

I would shift the beginnings of what Iain Sinclair calls the compulsion to imagine a final city from Richard Jefferies in 1885 to Anna Barbauld in 1812. Barbauld’s long poem Eighteen Hundred and Eleven imagines the collapse of civilisation in the ruin of London, heart of the British Empire. The poem is a prophecy:Night, Gothic night, again may shade the plainsWhere Power is seated and where Science...

‘If ever a woman wanted a champion,’ Virginia Woolf wrote, ‘it is obviously Laetitia Pilkington.’ Norma Clarke intends to vindicate both the author and her Memoirs (she...

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