Heather Parker Lewis
Autore di The Interloper
Opere di Heather Parker Lewis
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- Opere
- 6
- Utenti
- 8
- Popolarità
- #1,038,911
- Voto
- 3.8
- Recensioni
- 2
- ISBN
- 7
Merely opening the book involved a leap of faith based on the excellence of her previous work: her novel The Interloper [also featuring Schriener] is well worth reading as is The Numbers Gangs, a fascinating study of prison gangs.
You know those illustrated books which contain pop-ups, pull-outs, flaps, envelopes and all manner of delightful surprises? Windows can be opened, books with-in the book perused, and the contents of envelopes examined – enabling the reader to delve below the mere surface of the picture.
Parker Lewis’s ‘informal biography’ is exactly like that, with a wealth of tiny tidbits of information, intriguing, irrelevant little facts, and small snippets that come together magically like a complex jigsaw to present a view of Schreiner’s life that is so immediate one feels one lived it with her.
Olive was the ninth of 12 children [of whom seven survived] born to Gottlob and poor Rebecca Schreiner: she was born in 1855 and despite enjoying chronic ill health – asthma, TB, heart disease – lived to the relatively ripe old age of 65, dying only in 1920.
Her father was a German missionary and in uniting himself with Rebecca Lyndall, daughter of a strict non-conformist puritanical minister, he was marrying above his station and condemning his family to a life of harsh but ‘respectable’ poverty. Small wonder Olive was vehemently anti-religious and took a cut in her salary as a governess rather than instruct her charges in the Scriptures.
After an unhappy childhood marred by an uneasy relationship with her mother, the 15-year-old Olive was an unrepentantly agnostic blue-stocking who alienated most of her relations and was passed around her older siblings and family friends like an unwanted present and, somehow, generally leaving rumours of scandal in her wake.
With an unusual [for a woman of her day] interest in medicine and the natural sciences Olive determined to become a doctor and worked as a governess to earn the necessary funds: from 1868 to 1881 she lived and worked all over the Eastern Cape and it was then she wrote The Story of an African Farm, Undine, and From Man to Man.
She moved to England in 1881, returning to the Cape only eight years later, in what heralded one of the most exciting and disappointing periods of her life: her health suffered in the dank, polluted air and she had to relinquish any idea of medical training, dependent on her family for financial support.
She started to smoke cigarettes, on doctor’s advice, a vice almost unheard of amongst women of her class, and fell disastrously in love. But she also, at long last and under a male pseudonym, published The Story of an African Farm, which was greeted with critical acclaim and earned her many influential friends.
It’s not the mere recitation of Olive’s life that enchants however, even when events are made personal by extensive quotations from her writings: what gives this biography its magical immediacy is Parker Lewis’s prolific use of sidebars, her lists, maps, time lines, discursions, diversions and appendices.
We are presented with the contents of Olive’s sewing basket, a psychological analysis of her relationship with her mother, a psychiatric assessment of her personality as a young woman, a peak into her pantry, a look at her recipes and even a voyeuristic examination of the intimate contents of her trunk.
If the devil is in the details, by the end of the book we know everything there is to know about what bedeviled Schreiner – her medicine chest, full of morphine, strychnine and opium is a revelation – but we also know her so intimately and on such a fundamental level that we understand what drove her.
For the reader to understand the subject must surely be the ultimate aim of any biography and Heather Parker Lewis succeeds admirably in this regard with a delicate thoroughness which is a sheer delight to read.… (altro)