The Kindness of Sisters: Annabella Milbanke and the Destruction of the Byrons

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"An original account, revolutionary in technique, examining the character of the great Romantic poet Lord Byron through the lives and deadly rivalry of the two women he left behind." "The heart of David Crane's account is the lifelong feud between Augusta - Byron's half sister with whom he had a passionate affair - and Annabella, his society wife, both of whom bore him daughters. Crane reimagines the famous meeting between the two women years after Byron's death, a chillingly dramatic scene through which he explores the emotional and sexual truths that lay at the center of these tragic relationships. In the encounter between the two women - one in chronic ill health, the other dying - we have the ultimate display of their mutual obsession with the memory and compulsive influence of Byron that makes their story that of the Romantic Age itself." "It is a story full of dubious motives, especially Annabella's "saving" of Augusta and her child, Medora, and her twisted revenge on them both. And as the curses of incest and abuse play themselves out in the fates of Byron's daughters, we see their lives assuming the shape of Greek tragedy." In the meeting of the two women and the consequences of their battle, Crane shows us the Romantic Age in its terrible collision with the new world of the Victorians. The Kindness of Sisters establishes Crane as a biographer of formidable gifts.
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The New Yorker
In the summer of 1938, a hundred and fourteen years after Lord Byron's nearly mythic death at Missolonghi, an intrepid vicar at the parish church of Hucknall Torkard and a small band of stalwarts decided to pay a visit to the poet of "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" and "Don Juan" where he lay in the Byron family vault. The vicar and his crew were pleased to find, upon gingerly raising the coffin lid, that Byron had weathered the intervening years remarkably well. "The slightly protruding lip and curly hair were easily recognizable," reported an awestruck church caretaker. The incident -- perhaps the most literal in a long line of Byronic exhumations and reassessments -- turns up in Fiona MacCarthy's whopping Byron: Life and Legend, an appropriately sprawling volume devoted to the "first European cultural celebrity of the modern age." Like his twentieth-century counterpart, Elvis Presley, Byron continues to exert a necrophilic hold on the imagination, with his colossal and contradictory public image. MacCarthy's account gives us Byron in all his twisted glory: keeping a pet bear while at Cambridge, crisscrossing Europe in a monumental carriage modelled after Napoleon's, drinking claret out of a human skull, swimming the Hellespont despite a lame foot, and constantly hounded by the open secret of his bisexuality.

As David Crane's The Kindness of Sisters makes clear, Byron was as maddening in love as he was in celebrity. Examining the understandably contentious relationship between Byron's wife, Annabella, and his half-sister (and lover), Augusta Leigh, Crane eloquently reminds us that there is "no English writer like him . . . no one who has so completely made his life the measure of his art."

(Mark Rozzo)
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While Crane's first book, Lord Byron's Jackal: A Life of Edward John Trelawny, expanded Byron's unreliable friend from a biographic footnote into a full-blown Byronic antihero, this elliptical, tartly written and idiosyncratic new study expands on the epilogue to the poet's death in 1824: relations between his half-sister and lover, Augusta, and her sometime ally, avowed friend and lifelong rival, Lady Byron, n e Annabella Milbanke. In the process, Crane traces Byron's constantly shifting reputation and sets up Annabella's life, which spanned 18th-century Whig aristocracy, Regency society realpolitik, one year of Romantic agony and more than 40 years of ruthless Victorian rectitude, as "in miniature the story of the age." She had hoped to reform the famous author of Childe Harold and would turn her redemptive efforts to their daughter, Ada, and to Augusta and her daughter, Medora (rumored to be Byron's child). Annabella's financial cajolery and evangelical morality proved unevenly matched with the Byron gene for infamy. Ada developed a gambling mania and died young; Medora's notorious teenage seduction turned her against her mother; and Augusta, with her tainted reputation, was reduced to quasi-dependence on her sister-in-law. At the heart of the account is Crane's awkwardly dramatic and expository "imaginary dialogue" of the last meeting of the aging Augusta and Annabella, in 1851. Overall he displays a keen understanding of his subjects' vacillating and ambiguous motives. Even the repressed Annabella, he suggests, always loved Byron, the figure of Romantic and sexual freedom. 16 pages of b&w photos. (Sept. 26) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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A dashing figure in the context of his times, Romantic poet Lord Byron was born into a tempestuous, aristocratic family and seemed genetically predisposed toward melancholy, debauchery, and uncontrollable impulses. At the heart of this biography lies the lifelong animosity between the two most important women in Byron's life, who only met two years after his death. The poet had a lifelong affair with Augusta, his half-sister, who gave birth to a daughter assumed to be Byron's. Annabella, the poet's society wife, also bore him a daughter. Both Augusta and Annabella remained obsessed with Byron's memory, influence, and legacy. Repeatedly paying homage to the Greek tragedies, this rather hybrid biography by Crane (Lord Byron's Jackal: A Life of Edward John Trelawny) contains imagined scenes describing the two women's dubious motivations and machinations. Crane ultimately uses the women in Byron's life to illustrate the tensions that resulted as English literature moved from the Romantic to the Victorian periods. Since the book is thick with academic research jargon, it is suitable for academic libraries only.-Pam Kingsbury, Alabama Humanities Foundation, Florence Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A disappointing biography of the two most significant women in Byron's life: wife Annabella and half-sister Augusta, who was also his lover. Crane (Lord Byron's Jackal, 1999) argues that Lady Byron and Augusta Leigh were bitter enemies because each made the mistake of loving the poster child for English Romanticism's destructive tendencies. Byron seduced them both, then left both high and dry. In a sense, he married Annabella in 1815 to escape his incestuous passion for Augusta, but in fact he was happier flouting convention than living the married life, especially when that life involved responsibility for children and the mountain of debt he'd accumulated as a bachelor. Annabella realized early in their marriage that she was doomed to unhappiness, while Augusta distanced herself from the love of her life. Rumors of Byron's affair with Augusta circulated at around the same time he left England for the continent, ruining both their reputations. Crane's account of all this is competent enough until the narrative comes to a screeching and improbable halt smack in the middle with a fictional account of a meeting between the two women more than 25 years after Byron's death. Although it serves the author's purpose of clearly presenting Annabella and Augusta's relationship of mingled animosity, love, and respect, this character development comes too late and offers too little. Written in an irritating script format composed only of dialogue and notes approximating stage directions, the interlude is stylistically intrusive and psychologically incredible. The restrained emotion and deep insights Crane attributes to both women are more annoying than persuasive, their dialogue is absurd: "You knewthat, knew that even if he could escape your malice . . . then you could enjoy all the satisfaction of virtuous revenge," intones Augusta. It's hard to believe anyone ever talked in such a manner, even in the mid-19th century. For die-hard Byron fans only.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780375406485
  • Publisher: Knopf Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/17/2002
  • Edition description: 1 AMER ED
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 6.48 (w) x 9.48 (h) x 1.17 (d)

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éChapter 1

PROLOGUE


"The glory of mankind has been to produce lives, to provide vivid, independent, individual men, not buildings or engineering works or art, not even the public good."
-D. H. Lawrence

"You should not have warred with the World-it will not do-it is too strong always for any individual."
-Madame de Stael to Byron

In the late afternoon of 15 June 1938, a small group of men stood at a gaping hole at the south-west corner of the chancel of St. Mary Magdalen, Hucknall. Beneath their feet a short flight of steps led down to a low, cramped vault, and by the glare of a photographer's lamp they could make out a pile of coffins heaped on top of each other in a mouldering jumble of wood and bone and twisted lead that had lain undisturbed for over fifty years.

They had converged on the church in some secrecy. Earlier in the day a lorry had brought builders' tools and planks to the north door, and one by one through the afternoon a surveyor, antiquarian and doctor had appeared. Finally a mason and three labourers arrived and began lifting the massive, cracked slab of York stone that now lay beside the open crypt.

It took them two hours to raise the stone, but by six o'clock in the evening it was done. During the course of the work there were other visitors in the church, but once the vault was open most of these, and all the women, were asked to leave.

Even by English standards, those who remained were a curiously prosaic lot to be indulging a taste in literary necrophilia. There was clearly a generous streak of romance in the character of Canon Barber, the Vicar of Hucknall, but if a brace ofchurchwardens and half the professional classes of the county were not ballast enough to steady the most extravagant imagination, he had also co-opted the Diocesan Surveyor and local MP in a bid for respectability.

A miner's lamp was swung into the vault to test the air, a ladder lowered to avoid the shallow, awkward steps, and Canon Barber climbed down, followed in turn by the surveyor, photographer and antiquarian. The purpose of the meeting, if the Canon is to be believed, was to establish the existence of a lost medieval crypt, and although it was soon plain that any such hopes were misplaced, measurements were duly taken and recorded, leaving the way clear for the real, if unacknowledged, business of the day.

The labourers were dismissed until the next morning, and the party adjourned to the church hall, only returning at the dead of night. Again, Canon Barber was the first down. Alone in the vault, lit now only by the photographer's lamps, he had time for a more careful inspection. It was a cramped, rectangular chamber six feet wide, just over seven feet long, and no more than eight feet beneath the floor of the nave. Its walls were of plastered brick, with two sloping slabs of stone making the vaulted roof. In three piles, running north to south rested the more or less intact shells of about half a dozen coffins, with the crushed debris of others beneath them. Round his feet lay the dust and bones of three centuries.

There seemed to be no order to anything. At the foot of the stairs, though, he identified the seventeenth century coffin of a baby, its lead lining buckled and twisted under the weight of a double-cube funerary chest, to which scraps of faded purple velvet still clung. On the lid was a brass plate with the following inscription:

Within the Urn
are deposited
the heart and the brain
of the deceased
Lord Noel Byron

The lid was loose, and inside was a sealed lead case, with a second inscription adding an oddly casual "etc" to the contents of the urn. Beyond the chest, Barber could now distinguish more easily the coffin for which he was searching. It was made of well-preserved oak and ornately decorated. Further shreds of purple material-faded since to crimson-clung to the brass headed coffin nails. On the lid rested the remains of a Baron's coronet. The velvet and ermine had rotted away, and the pearls had been wrenched from their finials. Only the simple rim survived to identify the rank and probable identity of the dead.

There was no coffin plate to confirm Barber's guess, but the lid was loose and he could see that the lead casing had already been cut open. "Somebody," he recalled with an endearing disingenuousness, "had deliberately opened the coffin. A horrible thought came over me that souvenirs might have been taken from the coffin. The idea was revolting, but I could not dismiss it. Had the body itself been removed? Terrible thought! From time to time visitors to the church had asserted in my hearing that the body of the Poet was not in the Vault. I wondered now on what ground this assertion could have been made. Had they known of the opening of the coffin, and received some secret information that the body had been removed? The more I thought about it, the more fearful I became of the possibility of the coffin being empty. There was the coffin before me-the lid was loose and easily raised-the leaden case within torn open. Within the case was another coffin of wood-the lid had never been fastened. What was beneath it? If I raised it, what should I discover? Dare I look within? Yes, the world should know the truth-that the body of the great poet was there-or that the coffin was empty. Reverently, very reverently, I raised the lid, and before my eyes there lay the embalmed body of Byron in as perfect a condition as when it was placed in the coffin one hundred and fourteen years ago. His features and hair were easily recognisable from the portraits with which I was so familiar. The serene, almost happy expression on his face made a profound impression upon me. The feet and ankles were uncovered, and I was able to establish the fact that his lameness had been that of the right foot. But enough-I gently lowered the lid of the coffin and as I did so, breathed a prayer for the peace of his soul."

"Close thy Byron and open thy Goethe," that renegade Byronist Thomas Carlyle demanded in Sartor Resartus, but Barber's vandalism is only the most literal example of England's refusal to bend to the Sage of Ecclefechan. From the moment in July 1824 when Byron's black servant struggled for one last view of his master's coffin as it was lowered into the Hucknall vault, a defiant nation has shared his reluctance to let its most notorious poet go, a complex mix of curiosity and guilt driving it to re-stake its claim in the man it had once forced into exile.

It is as hard to exaggerate the impact of Byron's death on England as it is that of his life. In the orthodox histories of the nineteenth century the two seminal figures of his age are Coleridge and Bentham, but both men were pre-eminently "sires of sires," their influence disseminated through disciples until it was simply part of the zeitgeist-lived and breathed by men and women who would have been hard pressed to identify the source of their beliefs.

With Byron it is the opposite, and there is in this sense no English writer like him, no one who has stamped his image so firmly on the phenomenon that bears his name, no one who has so completely made his life the measure of his art. It is difficult to imagine that anybody in their right mind has ever allowed a dislike of Wordsworth to stand in the way of his Prelude for instance, but from the first triumph of Childe Harold, Byron and his art have been inseparable, his personality and life validating or threatening the poetry in ways that have no obvious parallel. "We shall, like all others who say anything about Lord Byron," Blackwood's declared, "begin, sans apologie, with his personal character. This is the great object of attack, the constant theme of open vituperation to one set, and the established mark for all the petty but deadly sneers, shrugs, groans to another. . . . Is there a noble sentiment, a lofty thought, a sublime conception in the book? "Ah yes!" is the answer. "But what of that? It is only the roué Byron that speaks!" Is a kind, a generous action of the man mentioned? "Yes, yes!" comments the sage; "but only remember the atrocities of 'Don Juan.' Salvation is thus shut out at either entrance: the poet damns the man, and the man the poet."

With the solitary exception of Milton, no English writer has so polarised opinion or posthumously stirred such visceral responses as Byron. In the wake of Shelley's death off the coast at Lerici the Tory press might lash him with a cruel and casual contempt that still has the power to shock, but the entrenched battle lines that formed around Byron's memory are of another order altogether, scars that define not just a world of coterie politics but the permanent cultural life of a whole nation.

It is notable, in fact, that it is not with other literary reputations that the posthumous cult of Byron can be compared, but with those deaths that seem to reveal some crisis of confidence or national identity. In more recent times the great state funeral of Sir Winston Churchill patently belonged to an order of its own, but if the sombre mood of that week was of an empire mourning its own passing, one only needs to think of other such funerals-Wellington's, Nelson's, the torch-lit procession of the old, mad George III-to recognise the context in which Byron's needs to be seen. "We have been stunned from another quarter," Sir Walter Scott wrote, "by one of those deaths . . . as from an archangel's trumpet to awaken the soul of a whole people at once."

"Hark! forth from the abyss a voice proceeds," Byron himself wrote of Princess Caroline-lines doubly prophetic of the mood that would greet his own death and that of another thirty-six year old aristocratic exile whose funeral cortege followed the almost identical journey northwards through the streets of London,

A long low distant murmur of dread sound,
Such as arises when a nation bleeds
With some deep and immedicable wound . . .
Scion of chiefs and monarchs, where art thou?
Fond hope of many nations art thou dead?
Could not the grave forget thee, and lay low
Some less majestic and less beloved head?

There was something else about Byron's death, however, something alien and atavistic, that not even the politicised guilt and pseudo-Catholic trappings of Princess Diana's funeral can quite match. Some years ago there was a documentary film of a Bengali village terrorised by a man-eating tiger, and in the ritual celebrations that greeted its killing, the frenzy of hands that stretched up in a bizarre mixture of fear and reverence to touch the garlanded corpse, we probably come as close as we can to the mood in which England awaited the return of Byron's body.

For Byron was that tiger (an image he used of himself-for that matter an image his mother-in-law used of him)-Blake's tiger, a thing of "fearful symmetry," an elemental force, beyond comprehension-too dangerous to be allowed to live and too vital to live without. "Alas poor Byron," Carlyle wrote in the flush of pentecostal panic that greeted the news from Greece,

The news of his death came down on my heart like a mass of lead; and yet, the thought of it sends a painful twinge thr' all my being, as if I had lost a brother! O God! That so many souls of mud and clay should fill up their base existence to the utmost bound, and this, the noblest spirit in Europe, should sink before half his course was run! . . . We shall hear his voice no more: I dreamed of seeing him and knowing him; but the curtain of everlasting night has hid him from our eyes. We shall go to him, he shall not return to us. Adieu my dear Jane. There is a blank in your heart, and a blank in mine, since this man passed away."

With his looks and glamour, his aristocratic pedigree, and the scandals that clung to his name, it is no surprise that Byron excited this attention in life, but the oddity is that death only intensified the cult of personality that surrounded him. For Jane Welsh the blank in creation his death left could have been no greater if the sun or moon had fallen from the skies, and it was as if no one could quite believe the enormity of their loss without the evidence of the body. "Don't look at him, he is dangerous," a horror-struck Lady Liddell had warned her daughter, covering her eyes when she saw the exiled Byron in Rome, but in death that was just what everyone wanted to do. In Missolonghi the wretched Julius Millingen and the rest of Byron's doctors had hacked at his corpse in a brutal parody of an autopsy, measuring his skull and weighing his brain, slapping vital organs on their scales as if the mystery of genius and personality was there to be found in his remains. In the same room, only days later, his companion and biographer, Edward Trelawny, pulled back the burial sheet to stare down on Byron's body with a similar confidence-"the great mystery was solved," he later wrote with a ruthless disregard for truth; "Both his feet were clubbed, and his legs withered to the knee-the form and features of an Apollo, with the feet and legs of a sylvan satyr."9

Back in England, it was little different when after almost six weeks at sea the Florida docked with his coffin just below London Bridge. While Byron's old friend Hobhouse waited on deck for the undertakers to drain the preserving spirit off the corpse, crowds lined the banks and watched from the flotilla of small boats that bobbed around the ship, as eager to glimpse his return as they had been to watch his departure from Dover eight years earlier.

A French officer from Le Havre delivered Hobhouse a request from General Lafayette asking to see the body. Down in the hold, a boy was caught cutting a relic from Byron's shroud. Over the next days, as the sense of loss sank in, the crowds only grew, men and women queuing in their thousands to pass the coffin as it lay in state in Great George Street, cramming the pavements and windows along the route of the funeral cortege and packing the church at Hucknall so full that there was scarcely room for the coffin.

Copyright 2002 by David Crane
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