Monday, November 12, 2018

The Light in the Dark - Horatio Clare

I like winter, more or less preferring cold to heat, and perhaps because it's the best time to live in a city. I don't miss having a garden when it's cold, dark, and possibly wet outside. I do love being able to watch the sun rise from my east facing windows over breakfast. The uglier bits of the city centre are hidden in forgiving dark on my way home, but most of the prettier bits are lit in a way that gives them a Dickensian charm. And then it's perfectly acceptable to go home and potter over nothing much instead of feeling like I should be out doing with other people.

Sometimes too there are unexpected treats; seeing a flock of long tailed tits flit between trees against a sunset sky last week, or the kites that are now a regular sight on the outskirts of town, never mind the Peregrines that seem to be spreading around the city centre. Or even the strong smell of quinces coming from the museum garden that's only a small detour to walk past on my way home (some still on the tree, obviously quite a lot rotting beneath it, there are medlars in there too, and figs which never ripen).

I've been thinking about my love for winter a lot, especially how that's tied up with how and where I live, whilst reading 'The Light in the Dark', which is more or less about how much Clare has come to struggle with it. The last couple of winters having been bad enough for him to question his sanity. 

I think we're generally getting better at talking about mental health issues, but its still a brave decision to publish a book like this about your experiance of depression, not least because it invites speculation and judgements about your life which might not be at all welcome. At least, I'm not particularly comfortable with the way I ended up wondering about aspects of Clare's life and relationships, though I think one of the strengths of the book is the way in which it made me question some of my own reactions to it. 

After a particularly hard time getting through the winter of 2016-17, Clare kept a journal for the Winter of 2017-18 as one coping mechanism against the season. It starts at the end of August, making the most of the last golden days of summer and the slow slide into Autumn, before a terrible omen for he coming months. Badger baiters set their dogs on Clare's mother's sheep. The results are horrific, and amongst other things there are metaphors here for how powerless depression can leave you, it's also a stark reminder that our vision of country life and it's reality are often at odds. 

From there it's a balancing act between work and family on the one hand, and self care on the other. Clare lives in Hebden Bridge (a little bit of North London in Yorkshire) which seems like a compromise between family commitments and preference, but there's an ambivalence to the North that runs through the book which makes it feel like an uneasy compromise at best. There are more tensions within the family that are hinted at, but not quite followed up on and in that respect the balance of the book is off. I feel that this is something that should have been explored more thoroughly or excised completely 

Otherwise the nature writing part of the book is beautiful (Clare writes sky and cloud the way Constable painted them), there is much there to take comfort from, and even to luxuriate in. When he talks about his students his anger and frustration on their behalf is infectious, and also a positive sign for his own state of mind that he still has the energy to feel like that on others behalf.

The end is important too, a final screwing up of courage to see a doctor to find out exactly what the problem is as the winter ends. Worst fears turn out to be unfounded, a palpable relief the reader can share. 

6 comments:

  1. Like you, I consider winter a time to hunker down and enjoy it from the warmth of home. It doesn't depress me but I know the lack of light can have a quite debilitating affect for some. Seems like Clare might be one. I love reading journals so this one is now on my wish list. Talking about enjoying the cosy, have you seen The Art of Coorie: How to Live Happy the Scottish Way by Gabriella Bennett ... you might enjoy it. Elizabeth

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    1. I find high summer into autumn my most difficult time of year, it's when the demands of my work rota seem most at odds with the rhythm of the days, and when I feel most isolated living more or less alone in a city centre. Clare is a fantastic writer, 'Orison for a Curlew' is my favourite of his books so far. He's well worth looking out for. I have seen the Coorie book, but not bought it yet. Maybe in January!

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  2. I enjoy your blog posts and your writing is lovely, but I have to point out a couple of typos this morning that detract from the message. The town you mention is Hebden Bridge. And there is an apostrophe missing in mother's sheep. Just sayin'...

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    1. Thank you! My iPad and I are both getting older, I'm better at picking up it's mistakes than my own, and getting ever worse at reading back over what I've written. Perhaps a new years resolution in the making there.

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  3. I keep meaning to read Horatio Clare, his writing sounds interesting. I find winter falls into two parts: late autumn and the weeks up until the holidays, which are generally enjoyable and cosy, and then the bleak weeks of January and February, when Belgium in particular is just one mass of grey sunlessness. I have to save up all my comfort reading for then...

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  4. My theory is that it's more about lifestyle then season, or at least as much about lifestyle as light, or lack of it. Because the tun up to Christmas is crazy busy for me, I find the slow dark weeks of January and February a neccesary and welcome chance to slow down a bit and retreat into books and films and the comfort of home. But the Scotts also know that the end of January is a good time to have a celebration like Burns night or Up-Helly-Aa in my native Shetland, the latter specifically celebrates the light returning and provides post Christmas focus and excitement. Generally though work pays no attention to the rhythemnof the seasons, and having those constraints placed on you can make it really difficult to cope. I definitely want to read more of Clare's books, so far they have been interesting!

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