Monday 2 November 2009

'A Beautiful but Silent View'

I'm rereading, after many years, W.G. Hoskins' The Making of the English Landscape, first published in 1955, in many ways overtaken by later studies, but still the classic of its subject - and undoubtedly the best written. Hoskins is animated by a love and deep, intimate knowledge of certain local lanscapes - especially those of Devon and Cornwall, the Midlands and north Oxfordshire - and by nostalgia for the things he saw as being lost to 'the lunacy of the 20th century', with its 'foul and joyless towns' and its new roads, 'treeless and stinking of deisel oil, murderous with lorries'. In the Midland countryside, he hears 'the dull roar of a fast main-line train taking people from a dismal illiberal life in Birmingham to a dismal illiberal life in London'. A thoroughgoing reactionary (he was against, among other things, 'income-tax, hydrogen bombs and the relentless onward march of science'), Hoskins clearly believed that England lived through a kind of golden age, between about 1570 and 1770, when the long battle to clear and colonise the land was won, parliamentary enclosure and factory industrialisation were yet to come, and 'men lived in a place that had meaning and significance for them'. Well, maybe - and surely this is still true of some men in some places (I certainly feel it's true of me, rooted for half a century in this suburban demiparadise)...

Hoskins's great insight is that landscape can only be understood when viewed in four dimensions. Time is what gives it depth and brings it fully to life, and Hoskins sees that, in the end, 'Everything is older than we think' - a truth that all who look back on earlier ages, especially the more remote ones, would do well to bear in mind. Here is a passage, not from The Making of the English Landscape, but from a later essay, that sums up the rich rewards - the necessity even - of looking closely at a landscape and reading it, knowing it in all its historical depth:

'It is satisfying to sit upon a Saxon boundary bank that commands a view of perhaps three or four miles, no more, near enough for everything to be seen clearly, and to be able to give a name to every farm dotted about the fields, to every wood and lane, to know which of these farms is recorded in Domesday Book, and which came later in the great colonisation movement of the 13th century; to see on the opposite slopes, Georgian stucco shining in the afternoon sun, the house of some impoverished squire whose ancestors settled on that hillside in the time of king John and took their name from it; to know that behind one there lies the ancient estate of a long-vanished abbey where St Boniface had his earliest schooling, and that in front stretches the demesne farm of Anglo-Saxon and Norman kings; to be aware, if you like, that one is part of an immense unbroken stream that has flowed over this scene for more than a thousand years; but at any rate to look at every feature with exact knowledge, able to give a name to it and knowing how it got there, and not just to gaze uncomprehendingly at it as a beautiful but silent view.'

To read Hoskins is truly to have your eyes opened, and I'd urge anyone who hasn't got round to it to put him on your 'to read' list - or maybe your Christmas list(the Folio Society publishes a handsome edition, slipcase and all).

11 comments:

  1. Hmmm... Sounds suspiciously Kingsnorthian to me.

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  2. Kingnorth is, of course, part of an immense unbroken stream of eschatological anti-humanists who think everything contemporary to them is rubbish.

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  3. Thought it was a power station in Kent.

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  4. Oliver Rackham's "History of the Countryside" is superb - whether he upends any of Hoskins' facts I don't know.

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  5. Thanks Nige for the reco. Thanks too, dearieme. BTW I enjoyed Rackham's Woodland very much. It's in the beautiful New Naturalist series and almost worth buying for the dust jacket with its woodcut print.

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  6. I've got Rackham's Woodland on my Xmas list - and yes dearieme he does differ quite a bit from Hoskins, esp on woodland matters I believe...

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  7. Wondrous words - that last sentence rings of Eliot. Brings back fond memories of sitting papers in historical geography ... and far preferable to analyses of spatial autocorrelation in the incidence of cholera in 19th century Britain.

    Have you read Akenfield? The music used for Peter Hall's film version, Tippett's Fantasia Concertante on a Theme of Corelli, is sublime (if you can tear yourself away from the silence).

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  8. I went to hear Rackham speak. I liked his recipe for preserving our woodland: "eat Bambi".

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  9. I haven't read Akenfield, Susan, but I always keep meaning to - I must do it... And the Tippett is indeed lovely.
    Rackham's dead right about the deer. By some estimates there are more deer in our woods now than at any time since the medieval period. I can quite believe it. We should also of course eat those bushy-tailed grey blighters - or at least shoot them.

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  10. Eat more game! Venison seems to be appearing more frequently on TV cookery programmes so perhaps it's just about to take off. Squirrel however...

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  11. I can understand, as I look out acress the wide Severn Plain from the Malvern Hills and ponder the Regional Spatial Strategy that will litter it with housing, changing William Langlands's "wondrous vista" forever. Mind you, it was covered in trees then.

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