Vivien Noakes: More Obituaries

The Telegraph published a long article on 11 March: it contains a view of Edward Lear I do not think Vivien would have shared.

Below is the text of the Times’ obituary, which Charles Lewsen has kindly sent me:

Vivien Noakes Obituary
The Times, 4th March 2011

Acclaimed biographer of Edward Lear who sparked a modern -day revival of interest in the work of the Victorian poet and watercolourist
In April 2008 when Dr Vivien Noakes arrived in Albania to give a lecture on Edward Lear, her visit was reported on the front pages of the country’s newspapers. Lear may be remembered by many primarily as a writer of nonsense verse and limericks, but his true importance was as a painter and travel writer. He was a particularly fine watercolourist. In 1848 he travelled in Albania and Macedonia, a journey that resulted in his Journals of a Landscape Painter in Albania, giving Western Europeans their first information about that wild land. Her new edition in 2008 made Noakes a very welcome visitor to the country.
Vivien Noakes was the world authority on Lear, and she was also noted for her work on Isaac Rosenberg. the poet and playwright who was killed in the First World War. She was born in 1937 in Twickenham, the daughter of Marcus Langley, FRAeS, an aeronautical engineer, and his wife, Helen Oldfield Box. She was brought up in Reigate, Surrey, and educated at Dunottar School there, but she also spent some of her childhood around Malvern, and she and her husband returned to that area towards the end of her life. With five A levels she went up to Harris Manchester College, Oxford, as a mature student. There she won a first in English and then moved to Somerville where she was a senior scholar and lecturer, and took her DPhil.
She had hoped to become a medical doctor, but she went instead to St Thomas’ Hospital to train as a nurse. That was not for her and she worked for a time in the Brewing Industry Research Foundation, but this was cut short by marriage. Her parents moved into a tlat owned by the parents of the future portrait and landscape painter Michael Noakes. On catching sight of the new neighbour through a window, he announced that she would be his wife, a boast that he made good three vears later in 1960. Their first home together was a converted stable block in Reigate.
Three children followed, and she thought that she might write in the intervals of their upbringing. She also found work as a freelance interviewer for the BBC programme Town & Around, and later became a fairly frequent broadcaster. The first literary project she considered was a biography of Tennyson but this was abandoned when, in 1965, she and the children happened to watch a Blue Peter programme on Lear’s bird paintings, thus setting the course of much of the rest of her life. The earlv interest was not wasted, however; in 1988 she gave the annual memorial address to the Tennyson Society.
Her authoritative biography, Edward Lear: The Life of a Wanderer, first appeared in 1968 and was greeted with great acclaim. According to Anthony Lane in The New Yorker: Mrs Noakes is the First Lady of Lear studies. She is as indispensable to devotees of Lear as Ellmann was, and still is, to devotees of Joyce,” while the artist and cartoonist Ronald Searle called it “a magnificent biography, and as constantly fascinating as Lear himself’. The book has been republished frequently, most recently in 2006. Numerous other books on Lear’s life, letters, paintings and poetry followed.
Noakes was guest curator of the major Lear exhibition at the Royal Academy in 1985, which went on to the National Academy of Design in New York. She was also a consultant on Lear’s paintings and manuscripts to all the leading London auction houses. She won an enviable reputation for the unusual generosity with which she shared her knowledge and researches. On the occasion of a Lear seminar in the Lake District, she lent a lecturer her notes, allowing him to keep them for the best part of a year. (The ‘seminar’ was the exhibition of Lear’s 1865-6 landscape paintings done in the English Lake Dstrict and Ireland. The curator was Charles Nugent, whose superb catalogue can still, I think, be ordered from the Wordsworth Centre.)
She herself lectured at many universities and museums ill Europe and the United States, including Harvard and the Yale Centre for British Art.
Her interest in the First World War began in childhood. since the family did not forget an uncle who had died in it. As a child she was taken on battle-field tours of the Western Front, during which they would read the Great War poems.
Rosenberg, a Jewish East Ender who had attended the Slade School of Fine Art and signed up for service in the Suffolks and the Royal Lancashire Regiment, despite his poor health and pacifism, wrote his best work in the trenches, but was largely overlooked by anthologists.
A biography by Jean Moorcroft Wilson finally appeared in 1975. when F. R. Leavis conceded that Rosenberg was “hardly known”, and thereafter there were numerous publications on him, concluding with Noakes’s 2004 edition of the poems and plays. and four years later the first volume to be published in the new 21st-Century Oxford Authors series, which presented all his surviving writings, including letters, and paintings and drawings. According to the reviewer for the TLS: “Noakes has not sought to expand the body of Rosenberg’s work, though her magnificent graft over very complicated and scrappy manuscripts has brought into print in full detail a mass of fragmentary material which will take time to digest. Her commentary is a model of erudite discretion.”
In 2006 she published an important addition to studies of war literature. Voices of Silence: The Alternative Book of First World War Poetry. This looked beyond the well-established names – and even Rosenberg – to take in poems printed in newspapers and journals, trench and hospital magazines, individual volumes of verse, gift books. postcards, and an illicit manuscript magazine put together by conscientious objectors.
She was a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, judging several of its prizes for writers, and was a member of the Oxford First World War Poetry Steering Committee. She also sang with the Royal Choral Society under Sargent and Willcocks.
A book of a different sort, The Daily Life of the Queen: an Artist’s Diary (2000), compiled with illustrations by her husband, was destined to be among her most popular works. Michael Noakes, a past president of the Royal Institute of Oil Painters and a member of the Royal Society of Portrait Painters, has been described as the only royal portraitist to perfectly capture the Queen’s expression, and the couple were given good access to record her activities. formal and informal, over a year.
For many years she was also working on a novel inspired by the Great War. at first to be called The Wild Honey, and later Echoing Footfalls. Her family hope that it may be possible to reconstruct her plans for the book from her most recent draft. Vivien Noakes had a great gift for friendship. She adored entertaining and was a consummately unflustered hostess. Each Christmas for more than 30 years she organised much enjoyed neighbourhood open days at their house in Hamilton Terrace, St John’s Wood, from midday to midnight.
There were also parties to celebrate her husband’s new work before it was sent to exhibitions. Similar parties continued at new year after their move to Malvern. She had been looking forward to a Caribbean cruise on which she and her husband were to lecture, but in November she had cancer diagnosed, and this was followed by a stroke. Vivien Noakes is survived by her husband of more than 50 years, and their daughter and two sons.
Vivien Noakes, writer and authority on Edward Lear, was born on February 16, 1937. She died of cancer on February 17, 2011. aged 74

Lives remembered
Vivien Noakes
The Times, 18th March 2011

Patrick F. Lees, chair of governors, Quintin Kynaston School, writes: For several years until 2006 Vivien Noakes (obituary, March 4) supported Quintin Kynaston School, advising the governors’ curriculum committee and as a governor herself. Her highly individual professional tife enabled her to be insightful on matters ranging from the teaching of literature, stimulating interest in art, the interplay of these in the role of visualisation in overcoming dyslexia, to the challenges of self-employment as a career path.
Her warmth, decency and compassion were evident to all. Her contrib-ution was characterised further by a depth and subtlety of thought that was often disguised by her natural modesty and generous inclusivity.
The strands of her thinking on how to develop young people were clearly illustrated in her work on Edward Lear: the power and pleasure of imagery and imagining, the sense to be gleaned from the non-sense that is actually said, the humorous debunking of pomp and the roles of chance and striving in attaining social acceptability and prosperity.

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New Articles on Edward Lear

I have recently added two articles on Edward Lear to the Studies on EL page, and they are both freely available:

  • Ponterotto, Diane. “Rule-Breaking and Meaning-Making in Edward Lear.” Revista Alicantina de Estudios Ingleses 6 (1993): 153-61. Read
  • Waltrick do Amarante, Dirce. “Edward Lear e seu ‘nonsense’ errante.” Aletria – Revista de Estudos de Literatura 20, no. 2 (2010): 133-39.
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Peter Newell, Needledee and Needledum

Peter Newell, Needledee and Needledum: A Funnygraph Record by Peter Newell, from The Ladies’ World, April-May 1914.

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More Edward Lear Auctions

At Belgravia Auction Gallery, with an estimate of €8,000-12,000, Selmun Palace:

At Christie’s, for a lousy £1,500-2,000, you can get Lucknow, pen and ink, “signed with monogram and inscribed ’42, Lucknow 8pm.'”

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A Hidden Drawing and a Self-Caricature by Edward Lear

At the end of the month Bonhams will be auctioning three interesting items of leariana. The most surprising is perhaps a letter to Mrs. Digby Wyatt, wife of Matthew Digby Wyatt, “a British architect  and art historian who became Secretary of the Great Exhibition, Surveyor of the East India Company and the first Slade Professor of Fine Art at the University of Cambridge.” The conclusion of this Finnegans Wake-like letter is “My love to Digby, & respects to” followed by what may at first appear as a blot, but is actually a small picture of the Digby Wyatts’ dog:

Here is the description from Bonhams’s site, which also includes transcripts of parts of the letter:

LEAR, EDWARD (1812-1888, self-styled ‘Dirty Landskip painter’, nonsense poet and travel writer) DELIGHTFUL PHONETIC AUTOGRAPH LETTER SIGNED (‘Edward Lear’), WITH A SECRET DRAWING OF THE WYATTS’ DOG, to ‘Mrs [later Lady] Digby’ [Mrs Digby Wyatt], written partly in his phonetic spelling, informing her of his intention the day before ‘to try if Yewanddigby were aTome’, but he was waylaid by an old ‘Corfiot=Maltese’ friend, so he is now writing to see if they will be ‘shayvoo’ next Sunday (‘…andifso I will charter the Hanson of rapidity, and be driven to the haunts of hospitality in the verdant recesses of the deer frequented groves of Tavistock Park on that day…’), expressing himself pleased with a letter from Constance about some old designs he had sent her, regretting that she did not see his picture ‘Venice Canal’ which has left Austria and is now in 7 Carlton Gardens, and telling her about his low mood (‘…I have been having no end of despair at the darkness of late – & thort I shudavadda Phittavasmer again today as I have frequently had of late. But I can’t get away yet for 3 or 4 weeks…’); he ends with giving his love to Digby and respects to [small ink mark which when enlarged is a charming secret drawing of their dog], and in a postscript (‘P.Eth’) reports that he has had a ‘thaddakthident, & have broken off my front teeth, so that I thall never thpeak plain again’ (‘Thith Cometh of biting crutht’), 3 pages, octavo, largely blank area down right-hand side of the third page professionally cleaned to remove tape successfully, 15 Stratford Place, Oxford Street, ’22toothoktobr.’ 1866

On sale is also a letter to Mrs. Bright written shortly after his sister Ann’s death, see the moving diary entry recently published in my Edward Lear’s Diaries blog. Only short extracts are transcribed and no image is provided in this case: “…I am a total recluse here, a purpus to work hard: keeping a frightful bulldog on the stairs & filling the town with tobacco smoke to prevent intruders…”

Finally another surprising item, which might have been part of a letter or perhaps of a picture story, in which Edward Lear implores his Italian banker, Sig. Bartolomeo Asquasciati, about his bank account. Top left are Sig. Asquasciati’s feet (“Piedi di Sigr. Asquasciati Bartolomeo”). The item description trancribes the surname as “Asquaciuli,” but I am quite sure the name is “Asquasciati,” a family of that name living in Sanremo at the end of the 19th century: the only Bartolomeo Asquasciati I found, however, a solicitor and banker in Sanremo, lived between 1877 and 1933 and so must be the son of Lear’s banker.

Below the self-portrait: “Il Sigr Orduardo Lear pregando il Sgr Bartolomeo Asquasciati per il suo Conto del Banco” (Mr. EL imploring Sig. BA about his bank account).

The picture is undated but must be from Lear’s later years, when he had been living in Sanremo for years, though his Italian was still far from perfect.

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Vivien Noakes Obituaries

Read the Guardian obituary online. The Times also had a full page on 4 March, but it is available only to subscribers: here is the link, just in case.

Above is a 1995 portrait of Vivien by her husband Michael.

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Blessed Be Nonsense!

NONSENSE

Blessed be nonsense! And blessed be he who invented it! But who was he? Was he pliocene or miocene? Were little Tubal Cain and his sister Naamah sung to sleep by anything deliciously silly? Did anybody draw funny caricatures of the Dinotherium and the Iguanodon in those days? And would sixty-five Pterodactyls sitting in a row, on a rail, fast asleep, make as effective a picture as Edward Lear’s picture of the sixty-five parrots whose two hundred and sixty tail-feathers were “inserted” in the bonnet of Violet, in that most exquisitely nonsensical story “The Four Little Children,” in that most exquisitely nonsensical book, Nonsense Songs, Stories, Botany, and Alphabets, by Edward Lear; J. R. Osgood & Co., Boston? The world, especially this American world, owes more than it knows to the man who makes it laugh. This summer has owed largely to Edward Lear. Anything so funny has not been seen for many a day, as are some of these nonsense songs and stories, with their attendant pictures. The voyage of the Jumblies is perhaps the best of the songs; the Jumblies who went to sea in a sieve with

“Forty bottles of ring-bo-ree.
And no end of Stilton cheese :”

they were gone twenty years or more, and when they came back,

“Every one said, ‘How tall they’ve grown:
For they’ve been to the Lakes and the Torribfe Zone
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.'”

Perhaps there is an under-thought of moral in the story of the Jumblies. Perhaps when we welcome back Jumblies who have been to the hills of Chankly Bore we give them

“A feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast.”

But far the best thing in the book is the story of the four little children who went round the world. Their names were Violet, Slingsby, Guy, and Lionel; but this is of no consequence, neither that they took a small cat to steer their boat The gist of the narrative is that they took “an elderly Quangle Wangle” as cook. What is a ” Quangle Wangle?” That is precisely the joke. It isn’t anything. It is a mysterious, formless, bodiless, comic demon! But in every picture, from behind the convenient shelter of sail or tea-kettle appear the fearful, inexplicable, useful, culinary hands of the Quangle Wangle! There is positive genius in this conception all through; and when at last the discomfited party, having lost their boat by a bite from a Seeze Pyder, return home on the back of an elderly rhinoceros who happened to be passing, and we see the Quangle Wangle riding placidly and shapelessly astride the rhinoceros’s big horn, the triumph is complete!
We should distrust the past and despair of the future of any man who could not laugh at the Quangle Wangle! and we wish every melancholy man had its portrait in his hands this minute.

Scribner’s Monthly, vol. II, no. 6, October 1871, p. 668-669.

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Mccoola’s Limerick Illustrations

Marika Mccoola’s portfolio on CMYK includes several beautiful illustrations for limericks by Edward Lear.

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Geneva and Vevey

I have already posted several of Edward Lear’s pictures of Switzerland (1, 2, 3), but so far none from his first visit in 1837 while he was travelling to Italy for the first time. He left London in July and travelled via Brussels, Luxembourg and Frankfurt, where he was on 25 August; he reached Italy in September, was in Florence in early November, and finally reached Rome on 3 December.

Geneva, from Petit Sacconex, Switzerland (1837)
dated ‘Sept.8th.1837.’ (lower centre)
pencil, heightened with touches of white on grey paper, corners cut
6 x 9 3/8 in. (15.2 x 3.8 cm.)

A Street Scene in Vevey, Switzerland
signed and dated ‘Vevey/12th. Septr. 1837′ (lower right)
pencil and watercolour heightened with white, corners cut
10 x 6½ in. (25.4 x 16.5 cm.)

Vevey is situated at the foot of Mount Pélerin towards the Eastern end of Lake Geneva, at the mouth of the Veveyse Valley, a little to the North-West of Montreux. Lear travelled through Vevey on his way to Rome in 1837. This watercolour, although presumably at least begun on the spot, is much more fully coloured than Lear’s later in situ sketches, achieving the status of a finished watercolour.

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Vivien is No Longer with Us

I have just heard from Charles Lewsen that Vivien Noakes died yesterday afternoon. There is no need to empahsize how important she was, and is, to all students of Edward Lear. I’ll just say that she was always supportive and generous to anyone interested in learning on Lear.

Though I corresponded with Vivien for many years, I only met her and her husband Michael once, at their new house in Malvern: the day I passed with them was full of intelligent conversation and enlightening information.

It is very sad to think that Vivien is no longer there to help you.

Charles’s email:

Vivien died yesterday afternoon, four months after she was found to have a cancer, and about a month after she suffered a stoke. All three of the children are with Michael. If followers of the website want to write to him, his address is Eaton Height, Eaton Road, Malvern, Worcs WR14 4PE.

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