Daunt Books present
A Talk with Alexandra Harris
Thursday 26th November, 7pm
Writers and artists across the centuries, looking up at the same skies and walking in the same brisk air, have felt very different things.
Weatherland is an attempt to watch cultural climates on the move. The Anglo-Saxons before the Norman Conquest lived in a wintry world, writing about the coldness of exile or the shelters they must defend against enemies outdoors. The Middle Ages brought the warmth of spring; the new lyrics were sung in praise of blossom and cuckoos. It is hard to find a description of a rainy night before 1700, but by the end of the eighteenth century the Romantics will take a squall as fit subject for their most probing thoughts. There have been times when the numbers on a rain gauge count for more than a pantheon of aerial gods. There have been times for meteoric marvels and times for gentle breeze.
The weather is vast and yet we experience it intimately, which is why I’ve paused over small, evocative details as well as trying to sketch in a panorama. There is the drawing of a twelfth-century man in February, warming bare toes by the fire. There is the tiny glass left behind from the Frost Fair of 1684, and the ‘Sunspan’ house in Angmering that embodies the bright ambitions of the 1930s. Harris catches the distinct voices of compelling individuals. ‘Bloody cold’, says Jonathan Swift in the ‘slobbery’ January of 1713. Percy Shelley wants to become a cloud and John Ruskin wants to bottle one.
As we enter what may be the last decades of English weather as we know it, I wanted to celebrate English air and the writers who have lived in it.