{"id":2312,"date":"2011-01-13T09:00:40","date_gmt":"2011-01-13T09:00:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=2312"},"modified":"2011-01-13T09:00:40","modified_gmt":"2011-01-13T09:00:40","slug":"the-hearing-trumpet-surrealism-feminism-and-old-lady-revolt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2011\/01\/13\/the-hearing-trumpet-surrealism-feminism-and-old-lady-revolt\/","title":{"rendered":"The Hearing Trumpet: Surrealism, Feminism and Old Lady Revolt"},"content":{"rendered":"
Regular readers will know I grew up in Cornwall, the land of old ladies. You have probably noticed that elderly women in popular culture are issued with just two personalities to share between them: the dear old biddy and the evil crone. This hasn\u2019t been my experience of actual old women – though I have met biddies and crones both – on the whole I have met people, with all the complexity and variety that entails.<\/p>\n
However one common characteristic did emerge, although this may be more to do with Cornwall than with old age: eccentricity. Some of the most bizarre and wonderful people I have ever met have been women in their 70s. Cornwall is full of them. And I can tell you they make ‘quirky’ young women look like amateurs. I aspire to join their ranks. Don’t want to put too many teddy bears in your cat’s room in case he feels crowded? Written a play about an easter egg’s journey to self-understanding? Eat raw onions like apples? Genuinely believe you have a telepathic connection with that robin? JOIN US.<\/p>\n
<\/a>So imagine my delight on receiving a novel almost entirely populated
by said ladies. You may already know about Surrealist painter Leonora
Carrington (if not, here’s a quick primer on The
F Word<\/a> and some decent-sized images<\/a>
of her work) but you may not know that she was also a writer. One of her books
is
The Hearing Trumpet<\/strong>, which features 92-year-old Marian Leatherby
as its polite, sensible and intrepid heroine.<\/p>\n
Marian\u2019s adventures begin when she is given a hearing trumpet as a
gift. She overhears her son and daughter-in-law\u2019s plans to install
her in a medieval Spanish castle that has been converted into a home for
old ladies. There a mystery begins, involving a decidedly witchy 18thC
Abbess, the Holy Grail, and a plate of poisoned brownies. Trying to
describe the plot doesn’t really do it justice, just go and read it.
If you mixed a bit of Angela Carter, Spike Milligan, Agatha Christie and
Roald Dahl together you might get something close. It’s enchanting
and funny, and makes for a refreshing encounter with Surrealism
sans<\/em> machismo.<\/p>\n
In a cast of old women there are no crones and just one biddy: kind,
timid Maude. Although even she is not what she appears to be. Instead
the reader is introduced to glamorous and cynical Georgina,\u00a0
Veronica, who is blind, painting endless watercolours, dignified and
enigmatic Christabel, religious visionary Natacha, graceful French
Marquise Claude, frantic Anna, and Natacha\u2019s devoted spiritual
disciple Vera.<\/p>\n
In her 2005 introduction to
The Hearing Trumpet<\/strong> author Ali Smith wonders if the
decision to write a story with such an elderly narrator and
characters was \u201ca reaction against Carrington\u2019s Surrealist
objectification as astonishingly gifted child-woman\u201d. The idea
of the
femme-enfant<\/em> was very important to the Surrealist movement,
as her spontaneity and innocence (supposedly untainted by logic or
rational thought) were felt to bring her closer to the
unconscious. Though of course equating female creativity with
youth left little room for the women associated with the movement
to mature and develop as artists.<\/p>\n