THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
THE SHORT OXFORD HISTORY OF ENGLISH LITERATURE
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Mackellar, who, like the reader, is drawn into a duality of response to the central characters, two politically and<br />
emotionally divided brothers. The story, set yet again in the aftermath of the Jacobite rebellion of 1745, follows the<br />
twists and turns of an intensely fraught family relationship which has larger implications for the historic tensions<br />
within Scottish culture. Stevenson’s romantic fascination with travel, with the dangerous side of things and with the<br />
exotic, evident enough in his famous boys’ story Treasure Island (1883), culminated in his South Sea adventures The<br />
Beach at Falesá (1893) and The Ebb Tide (1894), both of which offer indictments of the malign effects of eighteenthcentury<br />
colonialism as a new variation on piracy.<br />
‘Our Colonial Expansion’: Kipling and Conrad<br />
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), the apostrophizer of ‘The White Man’s Burden’ (a poem addressed, incidentally, to the<br />
American imperial mission in the Philippines), has all too often been seen as the noisiest popular apologist for the<br />
climactic expansion of the British Empire. The closing years of the nineteenth century were marked by the European<br />
grab for Africa and by European rivalries as to which power could manage to grab most territory. Given its existing<br />
footholds, Britain did pretty well out of the enterprise, cementing it with effective influence over Egypt and, following<br />
Kitchener’s<br />
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victory at Omdurman in 1898, extending Anglo-Egyptian influence over the Sudan. Though the wars against Boer<br />
settlers in South Africa were brought to an end in 1902 with an uneasy compromise over British influence in the<br />
colony, the wars themselves had by no means always gone Britain’s way. For Kipling — assuming, as he periodically<br />
did, the voice of the ordinary British infantry, ‘Tommy Atkins’ — the African campaigns were more a matter of slog<br />
than of swashbuckling and Africa itself not so much a burden as a pain in the feet:<br />
We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin’ over Africa —<br />
Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over Africa —<br />
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up and down again!)<br />
There’s no discharge in the war!<br />
Kipling, born in Bombay, was, however, always more stimulated by the idea of the British imperial adventure in India<br />
than by the less romantic drive to acquire a colonial hegemony over Africa. He proved the most perceptive observer of<br />
the quirky anomalies of the British Raj in the relatively peaceful and prosperous period between the suppression of the<br />
Mutiny of 1857-8 and the growth of independence movements at the beginning of the twentieth century.<br />
It would be difficult to describe Kipling as a cerebral writer. The social and moral dilemmas, the religious or<br />
irreligious scruples, and the alternative pulls of decadence and despair, which are evident in the work of his Britishbased<br />
contemporaries, seem at first sight to be quite absent from both his prose and his jingling, jingoistic verse. His<br />
work rapidly gained esteem both in Britain and in British India in the 1880s, and his particularly privileged place in<br />
English letters was internationally acknowledged in 1907 when he became the first British Nobel Laureate.<br />
Nevertheless, Kipling was in many ways an outsider, a colonial articulator of a commonsensical, almost proverbial,<br />
philosophy and a conservative upholder of the powers that be, but not a cultivator of the styles and codes of the<br />
London literary scene. The poet of ‘If’ and of the Jubilee poem ‘Recessional’ seems to sit uneasily in an anthology of<br />
the often effete poetry of the 1890s, and Kipling’s deliberately ‘plain’ story-telling can seem flat, even coarse, beside<br />
the stylistic refinements of a Pater and a Wilde or the complex allusiveness of a James. His bluff, no-nonsense cruder<br />
side as a Cockney versifier is wittily summed up in Max Beerbohm’s cartoon of a tweedy, drunken poet taking ‘a<br />
bloomin’ day aht, on the blasted ’eath, along with Britannia ’is gurl’.<br />
Kipling is not, however, an untroubled apologist for the common man’s idea of Empire and of the colonial races.<br />
His values may well be those of a world of masculine action, but he is also a writer who, at his best, is always alert to<br />
subtleties, to human weakness, to manipulation, vulnerability, and failure. India with its empty spaces and its densely<br />
overcrowded cities, its hill-stations and its hot deserts, its princely states and its cantonments, conditioned him; its<br />
ancient, mutually severed cultures fascinated, rather than overwhelmed him<br />
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(as is the case with some other English writers). He retained the detachment of a European outsider, but he tried to see<br />
India from the inside, not as a curious interloper or as an obsessed neophyte. In his greatest literary achievement —