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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wasteful devastation of the war. The post-war period was haunted by long memories, some tender, some angry, most<br />
sickening. According to the critic and poet Herbert Read, writing in The Criterion in 1930, it had taken more than a<br />
decade for ex-combatants to come to terms with what the war had meant to them and with ‘the debris of its emotional<br />
conflicts’ before they could begin to transform their experience into literature. Nevertheless, it was the incongruity<br />
implicit in the idea of the ‘friendliness’ of the unfeeling wild flowers noted by Lutyens, as much as that of the equally<br />
indifferent poppies, cornflowers, skylarks and rats of the poetry that had emerged from the war, that effectively<br />
marked the end of an art which had once reached for comforting or sympathetic images from nature. Stark and solid<br />
balls of bronze seemed a more appropriate tribute to those sacrificed to the unfeeling might of the machines devised<br />
and exploited by human ingenuity.<br />
The feeling that a new start ought to be made, in politics and society as much as in art, was accentuated rather<br />
than initiated by the war and its immediate aftermath. When Virginia Woolf announced with a devastating flippancy<br />
that ‘in or about December, 1910, human character changed’, she was expressing what seemed by 1924 to be an<br />
accumulated sense of exhilaration at a variety of<br />
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new beginnings and rejections of the past. Although she was referring back specifically to Samuel Butler’s The Way<br />
of All Flesh as an early symptom of cultural questioning and to the plays of Shaw as a record of a continuing shift in<br />
attitudes, the intellectual elite who formed the first audience for Woolf’s paper ‘Mr Bennett and Mrs Brown’ would<br />
probably have acknowledged the potent influence of other and wider European innovations. In November 1910 the<br />
eyes of London gallery-goers had been opened wide to the blazing colours and visual fragmentations of Cézanne, Van<br />
Gogh, and Gauguin at the exhibition organized by Roger Fry of ‘Manet and the Post-Impressionists’. Although the<br />
Press had been vituperative and mocking in its criticism, and some visitors had laughed convulsively and shaken their<br />
umbrellas at the canvasses they found offensive, the exhibition’s succès de scandale was to change the course of<br />
British painting in the twentieth century. In 1912 a second Post-Impressionist exhibition introduced the visual<br />
economies, the rethinkings of form, and the abstractions of Matisse, Picasso, Braque, and Derain to a London public.<br />
This second exhibition also included somewhat tamer pictures by English imitators, notably Duncan Grant and<br />
Virginia Woolf’s sister Vanessa Bell, and a sprinkling of work by Russian artists.<br />
A Russian contributor to the 1912 catalogue noted the significance of a new generation of national painters who<br />
had assimilated themselves ‘to the popular art’, rejoicing in its ‘sincere directness’ as a counterweight to what he saw<br />
as ‘the over-refined and effeminate tastes’ of the ‘aesthetical gourmands’ of St Petersburg. This comment related new<br />
Russian painting to the most familiar Western realization of the Slavic Renaissance, the seasons of ballet and opera<br />
organized in Paris and London by Diaghilev’s company. Diaghilev’s sensational contribution to the Coronation Gala<br />
programme at Covent Garden in 1911 had served to revolutionize English conceptions of dance and set design. On<br />
seeing Diaghilev’s company in London, a gushingly enthusiastic Rupert Brooke wrote: ‘They, if anything can, redeem<br />
our civilization. I’d give anything to be a ballet-designer.’ It was not an ambition that Brooke was to realize, but the<br />
influence of the painters, designers, composers, and choreographers associated with Diaghilev’s company remained<br />
remarkable. Besides ballets by Debussy, the second season of 1912 included the London première of Igor Stravinsky’s<br />
The Firebird. It was followed in June 1913 by four performances of The Rite of Spring, a ballet which had been<br />
greeted with an orchestrated furore in Paris the month before. To ears unattuned to Orthodox liturgical chant and to<br />
Russian popular music, Stravinsky’s aggressively repeated phrases and emphatic rhythms seemed like an excoriating<br />
exposure to something savagely primitive. To eyes accustomed to gently receding sylvan vistas as a frame for smooth<br />
and balanced balletic movement on the stage, the startling backdrops and the angularly athletic choreography jolted<br />
audiences into a new perception of theatrical kinetics. The very subjects of the new ballets commissioned by Diaghilev<br />
were seen as direct challenges to the vaunted ‘refinement’ and urbanity of inherited, aristocratic Western culture and<br />
to the emasculated<br />
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nature of much of its own folk-tradition. Despite its reputation for being straitlaced and insular, pre-war London had<br />
cautiously emerged both as responsive to aesthetic novelty and as a focal point in the international dissemination of an<br />
art which seemed as distinctively ‘modern’ as it was innovative.<br />
The outbreak of hostilities in August 1914 brought an abrupt if temporary end to easy international exchange and<br />
to expensive and overtly Germanic public displays in opera-houses. Even to non-combatants, to women, to middleaged<br />
or unfit men, to exiled Americans, or to Irishmen unaffected by enforced conscription, the fabric of London<br />
intellectual life appeared to have deteriorated. To D. H. Lawrence, writing in 1923, the spirit of the old London<br />
collapsed in the winter of 1915-16: ‘the city, in some way, perished, perished from being a heart of the world, and<br />
became a vortex of broken passions, lusts, hopes, fears and horrors.’ Political dissent and debate too were suspended