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theartsdesk in Oxford: Food, Sex and Amis

theartsdesk in Oxford: Food, Sex and Amis

Where Shakespeare talks dirty, and very much more

'The darkened hall at Christ Church seemed the perfect venue to discuss the Shakespeare authorship controversy'Chris Andrews, Oxford Picture Library

“If I were a woman I would shag as many of you as had pubes and pricks that gave me sexual pleasure…” No less elderly than he is eminent, Professor Stanley Wells – editor of the Oxford Shakespeare and international authority on the Bard – smiles placidly around the room at his blue-rinsed audience. It’s less than 10 minutes into my first event at Oxford’s prestigious literary festival, and decidedly not what I had anticipated.

Less frenetic than Edinburgh and more cosmopolitan than Cheltenham, Oxford has a real claim to being England’s finest literary festival (Hay, of course, being just in Wales). It can certainly be described as its most beautiful, calling Christ Church, Corpus Christi and the surrounding Water Meadows home. Fielding the usual line-up of literary figures and public personalities – this year including Martin Amis, Richard Dawkins, Sir Ian Blair, and John le Carré – it is perhaps the city of Oxford itself that is the festival’s greatest selling point. To hear a debate on the Royal Society staged in the Sheldonian Theatre (the work of Royal Society founding member Sir Christopher Wren), or a lecture on Shakespeare’s authorship controversy in Christ Church hall (a venue in which both Elizabeth I and James I are known to have watched plays), adds an experiential element to proceedings that few can match.

ChCh_Credit_Chris_AndrewsOxfordPictureLibraryIt was at Christ Church that Lewis Carroll’s Alice famously had her birth (and, more prosaically, where scenes from the Harry Potter films have been shot). Stepping through the college’s magnificent Tom Tower gateway at the start of the annual literary festival is not unlike falling down the fabled rabbit-hole; it’s a bygone world of cloisters and vaulted halls, where Nobel Prize-winning scientists rub shoulders with ex-call-girls, peers with policemen, poets with politicians. A talking caterpillar having a quiet smoke in Peckwater Quad would barely raise a second glance during festival week.

You can tell a lot about a year and a nation by the programme of its literary festivals – from the seams and strands of subject-matter that dominate their collective thinking. With more than a thousand events each year, Oxford’s Literary Festival is deliberately diverse, yet in a year whose debates focused on issues of the economy, the security services and police force, not to mention torture, it was curious to see such a discernible emphasis among the book-related events on food, travel, detective fiction, and sex – consolation writ comfortably large in the face of our topical threats and anxieties. 

wellsSpeaking of sex, it seems only polite to relieve Professor Wells of the role of cheap pornographer. His quotation – a paraphrase, he quickly reassured us, of Rosalind’s epilogue speech from As You Like It, composed by fellow academic Pauline Kiernan – embodies a trend towards such narrowly scatological readings of Shakespeare that Wells himself hopes to challenge in his latest book: Shakespeare, Sex and Love. While acknowledging Shakespeare as the author of “some of the most sexually explicit poems in the English language” (quite a claim at a festival numbering Craig Raine among its guests) and seeking to replace coy editorial notes referring to “bawdy quibbles”, Wells is also keen to contextualise Shakespeare’s use of obscenity and his depictions of sexuality, extracting their nuances. His approach is characteristically humane, balancing a scholarly fascination for details (however gory) with a demeanour as jauntily cheerful as his bright purple jumper. Any octogenarian who can open a lecture with the pronouncement, “I had, of course, a longstanding interest in Shakespeare. I have an even longer-standing interest in sex,” surely deserves respect.

shapiroShakespeare was also the subject of Thursday night’s lecture by James Shapiro, author of the bestselling 1599: A Year in the Life of William Shakespeare. The darkened hall at Christ Church seemed the perfect venue for Shapiro to undertake his engagement with that most shadowy of literary conspiracy theories – the Shakespeare authorship controversy. Shapiro's new book Contested Will: Who Wrote Shakespeare? is an attempt to investigate and account for the many claims of Anti-Stratfordians and Oxfordians who would propose alternative candidates for the authorship. Refreshingly reasoned in his approach to this flammable topic, Shapiro explained that the focus of his research was not primarily the question of what people think, but rather why they think it. Keeping this in mind, he proposed a sociological reading of the controversy as a specifically modern – post-1850 – issue. We live, he claimed, in “an autobiographical age”, which in turn shapes our reading practices and priorities. The quest for the true author of Shakespeare’s plays, he seemed to suggest, ultimately reveals far more about us, the readers, than it ever will about the enigmatic man himself.

The selection and sheer number of food-themed events (even leaving aside the gin and whisky tasting evenings) was one of the joys of the 2010 festival for those of a gluttonous persuasion. As Rachel Cooke and her panel of food writers discussed so deliciously in Friday’s “Food as Memoir” event, our eating habits and trends are inescapably cultural, records of an individual history or even of a nation or era. Hearing authors such as Anna Del Conte and Josceline Dimbleby discuss this issue in relation to their early memories of food and its formative role in their lives, placed other events such as Tim Hayward and Carolyn Steel’s discussion of London’s changing food scene, or Claudia Roden and Yasmin Alibhai-Brown’s accounts of food from the Diaspora, in context.

An event particularly indicative of our own current times was the “Ministry of Food” lecture by Jane Fearnley-Whittingstall. Tying in with the current Imperial War Museum exhibition, her lively first-hand account of wartime eating practices was liberally sprinkled with hints for contemporary updates and application of wartime principles. While I suspect that few of us will be rushing out to attempt Mock Marzipan or Woolton Pie, the talk’s emphasis on allotments and individual responsibility – along with the stern exhortations of some striking propaganda posters – may well see more of us attempting once again to “Dig for Victory”.

prof1Travel-writing is a reliably popular festival topic in the UK (the wind and rain pummelling the festival marquee for much of the week giving a little clue as to why), and among this year’s many offerings were the delightfully contrasting Anthony Sattin and Jan Morris. Sattin (pictured left) – smoother, if possible, than his name suggests – is a traveller from another era. Deeply tanned in the manner of those 1930s men who could say authoritatively, “When I was in India…,” his floppy-haired English charms have won him quite a following among ladies of a certain age, causing one elderly academic sitting behind me to snort derisively about “groupies”.

His latest book A Winter on the Nile takes as its unexpected and fascinating premise a boat trip from Alexandria to Cairo in 1849, on which both Florence Nightingale and Gustave Flaubert – each as yet unknown – were present. The book’s blend of history and travel-writing, and the split-frame focus on its two unacquainted characters, allows it simultaneously to be a travel book, and to interrogate the why of travel itself. With both Nightingale and Flaubert committed diarists and scribblers, the book’s real joy is its extraordinary source-material, especially when parallel accounts are placed alongside each other. Sattin drew our attention to the day on which the pyramids were first sighted. While his poet companion Du Camp delivers predictably purple prose, Flaubert’s own diary records blandly, "Pyramids. Three", while Nightingale omits any mention at all.

contactAlso peddling her latest book, Contact! A Book of Glimpses, was Jan Morris. Blowsily eccentric, her undeniable charisma could not be more different to that of the polished Mr Sattin, and one suspects that their travelling styles are equally distinct. In a departure from previous works, Contact! is as much a tale of people as places. Moving from Australia to Dublin, Gibraltar to Texas, Morris’s glimpses are witty and warmly honest – except where aesthetic elegance demands that imagination play a part – and if they occasionally teeter on the brink of sentimentality, they always manage to right themselves with a throaty cackle of self-mockery.

There was a tremendous variety of tone among the festival’s individual author events. Among the more relaxed and conversational was Dave Eggers on his new book Zeitoun. Characteristically open and terrifyingly fluent, he spoke of Katrina and of American national security with a wry humour that at no point belittled the seriousness of his subject-matter. In a week where discussions on biography and memoir were prevalent, Eggers was almost alone in his affiliation to absolute truth, stressing the seriousness of the act of bearing witness. I doubt anyone left the room without a renewed admiration for Eggers and the liberal humanist remit of his publishing company McSweeney’s.

Ben_OkriAt the other end of the spectrum was this year’s English-Speaking Union lecture delivered by Ben Okri (pictured left). Delicately inscrutable as a cat, fastidiously padding his way around difficult questions or simply staring down the innocent questioner, it was one of the more deeply uncomfortable experiences of the week. Eschewing a conventional speech in place of a cryptic “medley with a central structure”, the significance was somewhat elusive, especially as Okri refused to reveal his theme beforehand. Discussing (broadly) issues of European myth-making and the weight of tradition, Okri’s oblique and aggressive meditation did little to advance the sense of trans-national intellectual fellowship that the ESU is surely designed to promote.

As with their pop music cousins, literary festivals also have their headline acts. I was amused to note that Martin Amis – one of this year’s star performers – drew a respectable, but far smaller crowd than had filled the Sheldonian for JM Coetzee’s visit recently; following Amis’ rather petulant attack on Coetzee in Prospect magazine, it seemed that the Oxford audience were voting with their feet in this particular battle. The event itself – readings from The Pregnant Widow and Amis in conversation with long-time crony Craig Raine – was rather erratic, with Raine cheerfully announcing at the outset, “We’ve rehearsed this very little – if at all.” The result was rather like sitting in the ladies’ lounge of a private gentleman’s club – privy to, but never fully invited into the intellectual cabal. That The Pregnant Widow is both funny and sharply drawn I would not wish to deny, but Amis does himself few favours in his battle against the “misogynist” label that dogs him by pronouncing so grandly and confidently upon women. Laughter was had in plenty, but this was perhaps greater testimony to the tolerant generosity of the audience rather than that of the speaker.

One particularly fascinating strand at this year’s festival was the series of panel debates, many running in conjunction with the annual Orwell Prize for political writing. Dividing their attention between matters national and international, together they formed an image of a nation – and a world – in a state of acute anxiety, with even fundamentals like free speech finding themselves back on the table for discussion. A debate on "The Future of Policing" proved surprisingly heartening, however. Described by Sir Ian Blair as a “touchstone political issue”, it certainly drew an impassioned series of questions from the floor. Tackling issues of accountability and affordability from practical and academic standpoints, Blair – together with Roger Graef and Robert Reiner – gave both reasoned and reasonable responses, drawing on everything from Max Weber and John Stuart Mill to Raymond Chandler in the process.

The Oxford Literary Festival is an event of contradictions; set between the civilised splendour of the dreaming spires and the muddy Meadows with their herd of Longhorn cattle, it combines authentic high-thinking with a pleasingly English lack of pomp. If you can get past the slightly soggy middle-Englishness of the central marquee, with its hand-whittled sponge cakes and home-grown ceramics, there’s some big and generous thinking going on. And if, like Prufrock, few of us have the strength to push questions to their absolute crisis-point in such a setting, then so much the better. Cake and civilised conversation: could there be a better symbol of all that is good about Oxford?

Raine cheerfully announcing at the outset, 'We’ve rehearsed this very little – if at all,' the result was rather like sitting in the ladies’ lounge of a private gentleman’s club

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Your article is wrong - Craig Raine was in conversation with Ian McEwan, not Amis...

Raine was only advertised in the festival programme as 'in conversation' with Ian McEwan, but (unadvertised) also took part in the Amis event. Having known Amis since university he was the obvious choice for an interviewer.

I attended the Amis event at the Sheldonian and was spectacularly under impressed by the bumbling and pregnant pauses (sorry...) of Craig Raine. He clearly had either not completed The Pregnant Widow, never understood it, or both. And to be told, having paid £25 for a ticket, that there had been no preparation, I was slightly miffed. When the format softened a little and Amis spoke more freely, it briefly came to life. But the event was summarily concluded (by Raine) with an outstanding questioner left frustrated. Surely he could have been given the opportunity to ask his question? 4/10.

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