Review by Richard Wilcocks:
This recent biography
of a biographer, and if Winifred Gérin’s work on Elizabeth Gaskell is included,
biography of a biographer of a biographer, is meticulously researched,
perceptive and really surprising. Based on her many letters and an unpublished
memoir, it has some of the qualities of a spy thriller, because Winifred Gérin’s life was
much more than that of a dedicated library-dweller. Until I read Helen
MacEwan’s revelations about her, I knew her simply as the author of Charlotte Brontë The Evolution of Genius, about which the Times reviewer
of the time (1967) wrote “…her book holds the reader as closely as a
novel.” The same could be said about
this one. Winifred Gérin had strong connections with Brussels, which certainly triggered the author’s initial interest in her (she lives and works there
today), managed to escape from the advancing German armies and the Vichy French
during the Second World War, got involved with secret war work with her Belgian
husband when she reached England, wrote poetry and plays, then moved to Haworth
to find her real vocation and to fall in and out with the Brontë Society.
The first
chapter with its account of her childhood in a cultured family (the Bournes) in
London’s Norwood is as fascinating as all the others: a love of literature
(Dickens in particular) and the theatre was encouraged, with stories and dramas
from history, especially those involving monarchs. She became infatuated with
the Stuarts and Marie Antoinette, heard Jane
Eyre read to her by her mother Katherine at the age of seven, acted out
historical or allegedly historical events, like King Charles II hiding in an oak
tree, with her siblings, and lost a beloved brother to diphtheria. The parallels with
the young Brontës are drawn out by the author. She attended concerts at the
Royal Albert Hall, becoming spellbound by the stars of the day, like the
violinist Fritz Kreisler and the pianist
Vladimir von Pachmann, “who wore his white hair to his shoulders like Liszt and
would keep up a running commentary for the audience as he played.” There was so much intellectual stimulation
that there was little need for governesses, mostly German Fräuleins who were
regarded by young Winifred as “nuisances”.
She was deeply
affected by a joyous stay in Paris, which much later was to give her an
understanding of the continental, Catholic world of Brussels, “just as her
subsequent romance with a Belgian gave her a special interest in the spell cast
on Charlotte by her Brussels teacher Constantin Heger.” MacEwan builds plenty of foreshadowing into her construction. As in a novel, the reader gets a
taste of what is to come, often at the end of a chapter.
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| Winifred and Eugène in 1932 |
Eugène Gérin was a well-known cellist,
brilliant by all accounts, met by Winifred in Plombières-les-Bains, a pretty spa town in Eastern France, described
in concert publicity as a “violoncelliste poète”. They matched each other well,
and she became close to his family before they both had to move on to escape
the invaders in 1939. After a series of stressful journeys, often on slow,
packed trains, accompanied by a cello and a pet cat in a basket (!), they
reached Nice, which was in the southern section of a divided France sapped of
hope and controlled by collaborators. The account of their time in a rented
flat there, when they were able to offer what help they could to a few of the
large number of Jewish refugees in the area before managing to make it across
the Pyrenees to Franco’s Spain and then neutral Portugal, is really quite
gripping, reminding me of Marcel Ophüls’s famous documentary film Le Chagrin et la Pitié (The Sorrow and the
Pity). In England, Eugène assumed a Walloon accent for propaganda
broadcasts to the French-speaking parts of occupied Belgium. The detailed
references in the book are many: I was moved to find out more about the death
of the film actor Leslie Howard, who was in a plane on its way from Portugal to
England shot down by a German fighter over the Bay of Biscay in 1943.
Eugène’s death from a pulmonary embolism at
the age of 49 in 1945 devastated Winifred, who tried to come to terms with the
loss by writing. In Full Circle, an
unpublished poem with a distinctly Wordworthian feeling, she recalls how she once
had a foretaste of what it might be like to lose him. He was ahead of her on a
winding mountain track, moving out of sight occasionally, turning back now and
then to smile at her, a smile which now seemed to be an adieu:
As though in premonition of the end
I first had intimation of the time
That was to come, as though the tranquil air
Had cried out with my loss, and with you there
I’d seen the same path empty I must climb.
The poetry was followed by plays, including
one – My Dear Master: The Love Story of
Charlotte Brontë – which was a turning point in her life, leading her to
Haworth. She put a significant focus on the struggle between Charlotte and
Madame Zoë Heger, playing up the clash of cultures as well as that of rivals,
but all the same her efforts were apparently hampered by a liking for over-long
speeches and a lack of dramatic action. After moving to Haworth she met a
kindred spirit in the much younger John Lock, whom she married, and with whom
she collaborated (1956) on A Souvenir
Guide to Haworth, home of the Brontës. She wrote a foreword in which she
exercised her great talent for descriptive writing, evoking the beauty of the moors. As
for so many others, a love of the their wild beauty was essential to fully
understand the Brontës. She used to lie on her back in the heather on sunny
days gazing up at the sky, just as Emily (and Cathy) did. MacEwan remarks: “Its
style was far more rhapsodic and emotional than that of previous Haworth guide
books.”
The Brontë Society at the time of the Locks
was ‘a body noted for its unity and decorum’ according to Fred Taylor, the
Keighley Borough Librarian, dominated by mill-owner and solicitor Donald
Hopewell, its president for forty years, with Sir Linton Andrews, editor of the
Yorkshire Post, as its Chairman. This
unity was about to be lost in a ferocious dispute about the biggest changes to
the Parsonage Museum since the construction of the wing added by Rev. Wade in the 1870s. There was
a proposal to build an extension at the back to free up exhibition space in the
original Parsonage rooms, to make them look less austere, more like Mrs
Gaskell’s account of the interior in 1858 after Charlotte’s refurbishment. John
and Winifred were in the ‘dead against’ faction, describing the changes as
making the Parsonage look like a brightly-painted doll’s house. The acrimonious
dispute, which sent the Society into convulsions for several years, led to the
resignations of the Locks along with many others.
Winifred then began the most significantly
productive period of her life, devoting long hours to research, with
biographies of Ann, Charlotte, Emily and Branwell as well as Elizabeth Gaskell,
The Young Fanny Burney, Horatia Nelson and Anne Thackeray Ritchie. John Lock in
1965 finally produced Man
of Sorrow: Life, Letters
and Times of the Reverend PatrickBronte,
1777-1861, which was long in the making. One
problem for a biographer treating the Brontës separately is a need to repeat
swathes of detail which applies to all of them, avoided by later operators like
Juliet Barker, who treated them together in the same fat volume: the Gérin
biography of Emily is slim, however.
One of Gérin’s ‘faults’ from a severely academic point of view was
her occasional lack of neutrality, the way she sometimes ‘got too involved’,
offering her personal point of view over-frequently, and letting her
emotions slip in spite of an admirably scholarly attitude. One of the most
memorable passages in her work on Branwell is about when he supposedly wandered
the streets of London, suffering a crisis of self-confidence, after he was
supposed to have signed on at the Royal Academy. This was a leap taken from his
own writing on a character he created – Charles Wentworth – whose nerve failed
on encountering a great metropolis. She made similar extrapolations from other
Brontë writing, over-playing the autobiographical card perhaps. Juliet Barker
found no real evidence that Branwell’s trip had ever taken place. Gérin worked on
Branwell at the same time as Daphne du Maurier, who got out The Infernal World of Branwell Brontë
just before her (in 1960), and which is now much better known. MacEwan compares
the two: “Du Maurier is succinct where Winifred is prolix. Du Maurier focuses
on Branwell’s inner rather than outer world; Winifred is concerned with the
details of both.”
“Winifred always wrote about people with whom
she felt an emotional connection and affinity,” states McEwan in her preface.
The same applies to Helen MacEwan: Winifred Gérin is brought very close to the readers of this
book.
Winifred Gérin Biographer of the Brontës by Helen MacEwan
Sussex Academic Press 2016-01-04
ISBN 978-1-84519-743-8
Paperback
