Thursday, 26 October 2017

The Hole in Language

'Do you know, Quinn, there isn't even a word for a parent who has lost a child? Strange isn't it? You would think, after all these centuries of war and disease and trouble , but no, there is a hole in the English language. It is unspeakable. Bereft.' (from Bereft by Chris Womersley 2012)

 The above, excellent, novel was brought to my attention by my friend Lola Herrero and it struck me as another powerful narrative involving a lost child. This has been the focus of my research for about 10 years - my wife berates me for being 'sick', and gets me some accusing looks by announcing my fascination in public.






But then again, Liz did create the image above. So...
(For more of Liz's art and writing, please see here: https://lizfroud.com/ )

 In this blog I will be discussing some of my ideas surrounding the lost child - why it pervades our culture, and has done for centuries, from folk tales such as Red Riding Hood and Hansel and Gretel to modern books, plays, films and television series. In the cold, hard, material world our media often explodes with terror and anger on high-profile cases such as Maddie Macann and yet there are hundreds of thousands of lost children in Europe, not to mention the wider world, that receive no attention. Their loss is perhaps more desperate as shattered lives become silence.

And that brings me back to the quote at the top - the lost child is 'unspeakable', the lost child is silence. It is a quivering in our voice and a collective sigh when we can form no words, or the words we try to speak, or write, become utterly devoid of meaning. I think the lost child represents a void within language itself - a 'hole'.

I will write some more detail on this in later posts. I don't want to trivialise the very human, real tragedies surrounding every lost child - far from it. I think that by analysing the way we speak, write and represent lost children reveals huge amounts about our individual and collective psychologies and the traumas which crack our society. The Australian academic Peter Pierce wrote that his country is The Country of Lost Children (1999): he argues that the early settler narratives (fact and fiction) of children lost in the 'bush' were symptomatic of their anxiety in a new, foreign landscape. But Pierce admits himself that in the twentieth century, as the agents of child loss became human and urban, the anxiety was not restricted to one country. Geraldine Cousin, in her book Playing for Time, analysed British theatre productions between 1990 and 2005, noting a prevalence of stories about lost children alongside themes of fear and danger.

As our society is gripped by seemingly ever greater fears of terrorism, war and disease, the figure of the lost child is a symbol, a symptom but perhaps also can point us to how we should be repairing the holes...

For now, to end this first-born child of a blog as it enters the hole in language, I'll quote some more of Bereft:

'He shuddered to imagine all the children of the world left defenceless, abandoned by war or disease to fend for themselves. He pictured a crusading army of them storming over the land with Sarah at their head, seeking retribution from those who had failed them'

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Politics, Void, and The Child in Time


There were a few critical comments from viewers of the recent adaptation of Ian McEwan’s novel The Child in Time which was shown on the BBC. Some found the plot ‘baffling’ with the storyline involving Stephen’s friend, the politician/publisher Charles Darke and his regression to childhood a bit difficult to digest. It was understandable that an hour and a half was too short a time to shoehorn all the different threads of the original novel.

I am pleased that the political focus of the novel was not ditched entirely. McEwan used his novel (published in 1987) as a critique of the Thatcher government. The ‘Prime Minister’ is always referred to by this title, the author deliberately avoiding any reference to the incumbent’s gender (gender itself being another prominent subject debated within the novel). The novel is set in a fictional near future, extrapolated from the social policies of the Conservative government in the 1980s. The opening pages follow Stephen as he weaves his way through busy London commuters, on his way to participate in a government enquiry, supposedly contributing to the formation of a new ‘Childcare Handbook’. A young beggar draws Stephen’s attention, makes him think of his own lost daughter, and also the moral degeneracy of the government (which has introduced licensed begging to replace social security benefits payments):

To give money ensured the success of the Government programme.

                               Not to give involved some determined facing away from private

                               distress. There was no way out. The art of bad government was to

                               sever the line between public policy and intimate feeling, the instinct

                               for what was right (McEwan 1987, 8-9).

 

The loss of a child is clearly a metaphor for a governmental abuse of innocence. This opening scene establishes the interconnectedness of the plot themes: politics, the state of a nation and different concepts of time, all passing through the spectre of a lost child.

However, although Stephen’s missing child is often described in ghostly, uncanny terms, sweeping down to inhabit any child on the streets of London, the possibility that the child has been killed is never broached. Indeed, neither the book nor its adaptation mentions even the possibility that Kate could have been abducted by a paedophile. Instead, like the public pronouncements of the McCanns, Stephen imagines his daughter growing up with another family, taken as a surrogate daughter, ageing like the computer-aged images of Maddy.

The absence of any mention of child murder and paedophilia is itself a haunting omission from the story. The current Independent Inquiry into Child Sexual Abuse is due in 2018 to investigate allegations of child abuse and ‘exploitation involving people of public prominence associated with Westminster’.


The Inquiry stems from the belated public exposure of the widespread abuses of Jimmy Saville. Allegations of high-level paedophile rings have persisted over decades. Many of these allegations are still derided as ‘conspiracy theories’ but, it must be remembered, Saville’s crimes were also confined to the realm of supposition through decades when he was a high profile celebrity. More significantly, his horrific, systematic assaults were carried out while Saville was a close friend to both politicians (most notably Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher) and members of the British Royal Family (including Prince Charles). One of the intentions of the Inquiry is to uncover evidence of institutions covering-up or conspiring to enable such abuses to take place. For those members of the establishment who have recently reacted with outrage at investigations into former public figures and politicians, it must be remembered that Saville was allowed to destroy young people’s lives for the whole of his life, without anyone in authority questioning his behaviour. Allegations only seem to be taken seriously when the prominent person is dead, or very close to it, such as the investigation into the former Prime Minister Edward Heath:


At the time of writing, the IICSA was hearing evidence that the late Liberal MP Cyril Smith was known by security forces such as MI5 to be an abuser of boys. MI5 were aware that the Department for Public Prosecution had lied to elements of the press, denying having been sent reports of investigations into Smith’s crimes. A detective superintendent at Lancashire Police had actually made a damning report that stated

‘It seems impossible to excuse his [Smith’s] conduct over a considerable period of time whilst sheltering behind a veneer of respectability.

He has used his unique position to indulge in a sordid series of indecent episodes with young boys towards whom he had a special responsibility.’

This report was written in 1970, the year he first ran for office as an MP. The Inquiry heard that Margaret Thatcher would have been aware of the allegations prior to awarding Smith a knighthood in 1988. This was the year after The Child in Time was published. Although Smith himself was never in Government, other investigations and reports are uncovering strong evidence that so much abuse was known about during the years in which McEwan was writing his novel, and the decades leading up to it. The Conservative government Chief Whip during the leadership of Ted Heath in the 1970s, Tim Fortescue admitted in a national BBC television interview that they would help MPs who came to them with problems, including with ‘small boys’:

I don’t believe McEwan had any notion of there being hidden paedophile rings within circles of power within Westminster. But, the narrative refers to child abuse of a different kind, with the Government creating their own ’Authorised Childcare Handbook’ which promotes an authoritarian, disciplinarian approach to bringing-up children. The author of this handbook is discovered to be Stephen’s friend Charles Darke. His retirement from politics to live in the countryside, where he can play at a ‘Just William’ cliché of childhood, symbolises the conflict within individuals and society about what childhood represents. But, in our current society, a man re-living his childhood would involve simply playing computer games and immersing themselves in a virtual world – which is how many men now continue living their lives into adulthood, which is an interesting, possibly depressing, thing to contemplate in itself. At one point in The Child in Time, Stephen watches a new Government endorsed, all-day television channel. He despairs of the childishness of the contestants and audience on a game show. As other critics have noted, McEwan was anticipating our current obsession with multiple channels, satellite and digital, and the domination of reality television.

The fictional storyline is a commentary on the way politics rejects those qualities that are romantically associated with childhood: a freedom of spirit and unfettered connection with the natural world. But the television adaptation introduces a darker suggestion of conspiracy within government: Darke is found dead in the woods, dressed in his schoolboy clothes. He has apparently committed suicide, unable to reconcile the differences in his “nature”. However, an earlier scene where the Prime Minister discusses with his colleague the inconvenience caused by Darke’s actions, combined with mentions that Charles is under surveillance, suggests that he was actually killed by security services and his death made to look like suicide. At least one of the public comments I read after the Guardian online review of the television adaptation likened this apparent suicide in the woods to the death of the government scientist Dr David Kelly. Perhaps, in symbolic terms, the ‘murder’ of Darke in his short trousers represents a child sacrifice.

Believers in Satanism view their practices as influencing or even controlling events in the physical world. It has been alleged that Satanic paedophile rings use children to tap into a youthful energy which will confer on them an increase in power. In the final episode of the first season of the HBO series True Detective, when asked where the principal abuser is, his half-sister says he ‘is all around us, before you were born and after you die’.  This concept of timelessness is one of the principal themes of The Child in Time. Although the television adaptation omits the references to quantum physics, it retains the scene at ‘The Bell’ pub. Stephen stumbles upon a pub while on the way to see his estranged wife. It seems familiar although he cannot remember ever being there. He looks in the window and sees a woman apparently arguing with her partner. Later, his now ageing mother reveals how she contemplated aborting Stephen before seeing a child through the window and realising that this was going to be her son (the adaptation diluted this to avoid mention of abortion).

In the novel, Stephen collapses after seeing the vision, temporarily falling into some sort of time warp. It is unsurprising that many viewers of the television adaptation were confused about the portrayal of a mixing of past and present in an otherwise “realistic” narrative, without the context of the discussions of different concepts of time. McEwan himself seemed conflicted over the scene, having his neurosurgeon hero of the much later novel Saturday despair of magic realist novels, particularly one where ‘One visionary saw through a pub window his parents as they had been some weeks after his conception, discussing the possibility of aborting him’ (McEwan 2006, 67-68). The neuro-surgeon, Henry Perowne, argues that, as a brain surgeon, he knows ‘for a quotidian fact, the mind is what the brain, mere matter, performs’ and ‘the supernatural was the recourse of an insufficient imagination, a dereliction of duty, a childish evasion of the difficulties and wonders of the real, of the demanding re-enactment of the plausible’ (McEwan 2006, 67-68).  The scene seemed to offend McEwan’s self-professed love of science.

But, perhaps, the uncanny and imaginary must break the conventional veneer of a rational, logical society which has been built on abuse and deceit. The trauma of the lost child is a cause of social breakdown and it is also a symptom of a crisis within humanity. The final episode of the first season of True Detective had a similar break with realism. There had been earlier signposting to enable viewers to process Rust’s vision of a whirlpool-like void above the head of the child-sacrificing villain. Rust mentioned several times that he experienced occasional hallucinations as a result of his previous time undercover with drug gangs. However, the visual presentation of the void is so striking and “real” that it should be considered as something more than mere hallucination. This is emphasised by Rust’s final speech at the end of the series. He tells his partner that when he saw the void, at the point of what seemed like his own imminent death, he felt the presence of his dead daughter. She brought with her an overwhelming sense of love, a love that was outside of the material corrupted world. Rust ends by saying that light seemed to be winning its battle with the dark. This may be a statement which is overly optimistic in view of the depths of depravity which our world is full of. There can only be hope that by letting light and love come through the traumatic void which our lost children leave behind, the material world can fill its own hole.  

Saturday, 21 October 2017

The Missing ripples beyond history


The first series of the BBC drama The Missing is another of many crime programmes and films which centre on the disappearance or murder of a child. This series came out soon after the success of ITV’s Broadchurch, British TV companies are tapping into the media exposure of several high-profile real stories. In a Radio Times interview, the star of The Missing James Nesbitt says “a lot of people have mentioned the Madeleine McCann case” in its similarity to the series’ plot:
                “But it’s much more of a thriller than that. That’s not to say there aren’t thriller elements in any child abduction. But it’s the notion of dropping a pebble in water and the ripples…the ramifications are huge.
                It’s not just about the father and mother and immediate family. It’s about other people’s lives being affected over a course of time. That brings the thriller element.” (RT, 25-31 October 2014, p. 11)
                This interview aligns the fictional drama with real life while placing it back as a creative work. It’s interesting that Nesbitt refers to a pebble and ripples – in a way the McCann case could be seen as the pebble and this drama itself is one of the myriad ripples which have proceeded from it. Except, of course, the ripples have been crossing the surface for centuries, long before our technological media was invented. The ramifications are indeed huge, and far below the surface.

                The academic Jack Zipes published a translation of the very first edition of Grimm’s fairy tales. This is the edition before the Grimms censored, edited and sanitised the stories for middle-class families, upholding Christian values. The tales are apparently much closer to those passed down orally through communities over many years and include such gems as ‘How the Children Played at Slaughtering’ in which a group of children play at being a butcher and a pig and a boy cuts the throat of his little brother, only to be stabbed in the heart by his enraged mother. Unfortunately, the stabbing meant she left her other child alone in the bath, where he drowned.
In these early versions, those tales we think are familiar are also harsher: the stepmothers of Snow White and Hansel and Gretel were, originally, their mothers, Zipes believing that the Grimms made the change in later editions because they “held motherhood sacred”. So it is Snow White’s own mother who orders the huntsman to “stab her to death and bring me back her lungs and liver as proof of your deed. After that I’ll cook them with salt and eat them”, and Hansel and Gretel’s biological mother who abandons them in the forest.
In ‘The Children of Famine’ a mother threatens her daughters because there is nothing else to eat: “You’ve got to die or else we’ll waste away,” she tells them. In response, the children give up life: “We’ll lie down and sleep, and we won’t get up again until the Judgement Day arrives.”  (Guardian.com, 12 November 2014,http://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/nov/12/grimm-brothers-fairytales-horror-new-translation)
This shows that lost children (not only lost as victims of violence, but also children lost to innocence who perpetrate violence…) are sadly nothing new. The last story recalls an infamous scene in Thomas Hardy’s novel Jude the Obscure when the young son, known as ‘Little Father Time’, feels the burden of his parents’ poverty and kills himself and his siblings. He leaves a suicide note saying “Done because we are too menny”. Narratives of lost children are perhaps the starkest, most powerful way to convey themes of poverty and social exclusion. They draw attention to the brutal realities of contemporary life in the time in which they are written. The crushing of future hopes is starkly apparent when a child is the victim.
But they are also a reminder of time itself. Hardy’s child who chooses death is called ‘Little Father Time’ because he acts and speaks with world-weariness even though he is only a young child. He is youth and age, life and death in one small package. A doctor in the novel asserts that the boy is an example of a modern child who sees the “terrors” of life too early and embodies “new views of life” different to the previous generation. The figure of the lost child has been and is an embodiment of the conflicts of the modern world but is also a more profound symbol of something beyond history. 

In the first series of The Missing, the narrative continually switches back and forth from the present day to eight years ago, when the boy Ollie is abducted. This is a common narrative device in many TV programmes, films and novels with all sorts of subjects. But it is most appropriate in narratives of lost children, where we are forced to consider a future curtailed, what might have been, and the past stretching back, also irrevocably altered as every past event becomes redefined at the point in history – beyond history – where the story is broken, a silence opens up, the pebble hits the pond and the ripples go on forever.

Saturday, 30 September 2017

Dr Who and Children through Time


I’ve been a Dr Who fan since my own childhood, hiding behind cushions and, I remember once, peaking from just inside the kitchen door, fearful of even being in the same room as whatever monstrous creation was being shown (but not wanting to turn off and miss the story completely).

A 2014 Dr Who episode made an interesting reference to our ingrained, culturally inherited fears and the way they collect around the figure of a lost child. Episode 10, 'In the Forest of the Night', written by the author and scriptwriter Frank Cottrell-Boyce, began with a schoolgirl running through forest as if pursued. Significantly, she was wearing a red hooded coat so we were deliberately drawn to the tales of 'Little Red Riding Hood'. 





There were several other references to this during the programme, particularly the appearance of wolves, and also to ‘Hansel and Gretel’ (the girl leaving a trail of items from her school bag, rather than breadcrumbs, to allow the Doctor to follow). London, and the whole world, had been covered overnight with forest and the Doctor realised (of course) that this was to protect the world from being annihilated by a solar flare. Of most interest to me was the Doctor’s assertion at the end that this had happened before but the human race had forgotten, except to immortalise the feelings of fear, putting them into 'fairy stories'. The Doctor describes forgetting as 'the human super power', without which we wouldn't 'go to war or make babies'. At the climax of the story, the girl in the red coat goes home to be reunited with her sister who had gone missing, prompting the hearing of voices and visions of the future.

A lot of my research is looking in to why the figure of the lost child is so often the centre of stories of fear, even to the point of our whole world being torn apart. Of course, any real lost child is a tragedy which must be agony for those that suffer it. The first series of BBC drama The Missing, about the abduction of a child, has as its tagline 'Every parent's worst nightmare'. And dramatists, writers, TV and film makers all clearly know that they tap into this psychological darkness - and that because of that many will not turn away but turn on. I believe there is more than just a parent's fear of being parted from their child in the constant manifestations of lost children. In a similar way to the Doctor (stick with me on this), I think that the 'lost child' is one of those archetypes which dwell within us, are passed down through a sort of collective memory or, if nothing else, is passed through time in the stories we tell, from the oral tales that Hansel and Gretel and Red Riding Hood wandered out of, to the image-laden, noisy narratives of now.

The lost child figure is bound up with our thoughts about birth and procreation (not surprisingly) but is also intrinsic to how we think about death and war. Like Doctor Who it is also about time - futures possible but curtailed, pasts forgotten or re-created - as the good Doctor suggested, the human race is good at forgetting, forgetting the really profound, burying it deep. How else to explain that, until recently, the British public had no idea about the centuries-old practice of Child Migration, where hundreds of thousands of children were parted from their families and sent to live in horrific conditions in far away colonies? or to explain the silence surrounding the thousands of children who go missing every year, a silence which also surrounds the incredibly loud furore over a few highly-publicised cases (why them and not the others?) If we care so deeply how do we allow children to be lost on a daily basis?