h e n r y ' s  h i s t o r y  c o r n e r 

Defining femininity is an enormous task, it is an ever changing concept that I do not feel qualified to answer. As a man, I have obviously never lived the female experience and, although I have many women in my life, I do not feel best placed to answer this question.  What I can do though, is ask questions to provoke thought and provide examples of women who are champions in the world of Arts and Literature…

So, once again I ask: what is the meaning of Femme and what does it mean to be Feminine? 

Is it encapsulated in the traditional nurturing role that females historically played in primitive human cultures; where, it is now postulated, they played a greater role in the birth of agriculture than has hitherto been recognised?*1 Is it best captured in the magisterial contempt of a haughty Victorian Matriarch, like Lady Bracknell, who I shall soon be playing, in ‘The Importance of Being Earnest’? Or is feminine expression at its fullest in the words of the likes of Mary Wollstonecraft in the 18th century and Simone de Beauvoir in the 20th? 

And who are the champions of femme in the arts? And are they necessarily female? That last, possibly a daring question for me to presume to ask, and certainly I’m not going to attempt to provide a definitive answer but I will be so bold as to provide suggested examples from antiquity to the recent past.

From Ancient Greece we have Sappho, an ostentatiously feminine poet so illustrious that she was often referred to as the tenth muse, alas for us we only have a single complete surviving work of hers (though we do have fragments of others and several later imitations of her style). She was best known for her romantic love poetry but fragments have been found that expound themes of family and religion. The scholars in the great library of Alexandria put her in the canon of the ‘Nine Lyric Poets’ that they most esteemed. Unfortunately, a lot of her poems weren’t preserved by Medieval Monks who didn’t approve that the subjects of many of her romantic works were other women.

From 11th century Japan we have Murasaki Shikibu, the author of the famous ‘Tale of Genji’. It is a romantic tale characterised by the mannerly style of court life and the culture of the time in which it is set, where duty, honour and love must do battle, it could be described as a medieval Japanese ‘Pride and Prejudice’. It may be the first novel in Japan and the world’s first psychological novel (sorry Dostoyevsky, it seems you were beaten to the punch by about eight hundred years).

Stepping into the world of music, in the early 19th century we have Fanny Mendelssohn who, like her younger brother Felix, was an extraordinary pianist and superb composer of more than 125 piano pieces and over 250 lieder (art songs). Unfortunately, for the world both Mendelssohns' died young and while they lived suffered antisemitism from their countrymen.*2 A further misfortune was suffered by Fanny, due to her being a woman and having to contend with what was expected of a woman in that period, although she did publish a handful of works in her lifetime, many of her unpublished works, until relatively recently were attributed to her brother - fortunately for them both we can now appreciate their individuality and their leading roles in the anti-radical musical style *3 and additionally, in Fanny’s case, as a pioneer for women in music (she is very much the forerunner of composers like Shirley Walker and Pamela Harrison) .

Slightly more recently and in an artistic landscape dominated by men and stories full of masculine ideals, Ursula le Guin is one of the greatest Sci-fi and fantasy authors of the twentieth century standing alongside JRR Tolkien, Jack Vance and Issac Asimov.

More recently still we have a slew of feminine artists: Madonna, Carol Churchill, Sarah Kane, Maya Angelou, Anna Ancher, Helen Maitland Armstrong, Enid Yandell, Gyo Fujikawa, Maruja Mallo and literally hundreds of thousands more.

So, while I may be totally unable to put a firm definition on what Femme is, I am glad to say that there appears to be more approaching over the horizon. Perhaps, one day, there will be enough that even I might be able to finish this with some sort of firm conclusion…

In lieu of me offering you any wisdom however, I suggest that you engage with the pieces exploring Femme in the upcoming Anthrotalks - “Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.” *4 

*1 One of the most effective ways to domesticate an animal is to take it at birth and breastfeed it yourself - this approach is so effective that it is still used by certain peoples in New Guinea in the raising of sheep and pigs - source: A Short History of the World According to Sheep by Sally Coulthard.

*2 Hence Felix spending most of his career being feted in England because fellow German composer Richard Wagner had informed him and he wasn’t a ‘real’ German - source: BBC documentary The Birth of British music ep 4 by Charles Hazelwood. 

*3 Felix also invented the tone poem with peice Fingal's Cave, inspired by the titular cave in Scotland.

*4 Those words originally composed by Percy Shelley, husband of Mary the famous author of Frankenstien, who said of his more famous wife in the poem The Revolt of Islam that she was a “child of Love and Light.”

This article will differ from my previous output in that we shall stray further from the domain of solid fact and more into the realms of opinion and personal experience. Though, fear not, I shall season my savoury collations with as many fun facts as possible.

Let us first examine home as the place you are brought into the world: I was born approximately 27 years ago in the mid sized German city of Paderborn, a city more famous for its Jam factory than its Schloss *1, in North Rhine-Westphalia. It is a place I feel some little affection for but only because it constitutes the backdrop for the opening scenes of my story (and because even a tangential connection with a noted Jam factory amuses me).

I had hoped to be able to spice up this point in the article with an etymological examination of the word home and how it’s meaning may have shifted, but in this I have failed. It turns out the word ‘Home’ is a rare example of linguistic stability. Which, if it was to be the case for any word, it seems appropriate that it should be ‘Home’, the place that offers us stability in a rapidly shifting world.

Now, as twee as the expression, “Home is where you hang your hat.”, is, I believe that it contains a great deal of truth. I have no doubt that many of you reading this have said, “let’s go home”, and have meant some place other than your officially registered home address whether that be a friends house, a parent or child’s house, or even a hotel or hostel. And as someone who growing up hung his metaphorical hat in many different places I have always thought that this twee expression best captured, for me, the essence of what the word home means - it is the shelter from the storm, both the literal and metaphorical; it is a place, for creatives, where we can nurture a mere imaginative thought and see it emerge more fully formed than it could did we not enjoy the shelter of a home.

Much as home is where you hang your hat, the home of art can be anywhere. For example, where does Hamlet’s home exist? Is it The Globe Theatre, Elisinore Castle *2, one of many first folios, or, is it perhaps, whichever theatre it is being performed in? Truly, only you, dear reader, can answer this question and I imagine the answers will differ from person to person. 

What is certain is that as long as humans have had a home we have had art, that home may be a tribe, a family, a cave, and they may have been settled or nomadic, but the presence of art is beyond contestation. The most famous example of prehistoric art are probably the magnificent paintings in the Lascaux caves: over 600 vast wall paintings dating back approximately 17,000 years that would have been completely lost to time had not a dog called Robot fallen down a hole and his owner Marcel Ravidat delved into the 15 meter (50 foot) shaft to rescue his pet. So, we have to thank a young man’s love for his pet for one of the greatest troves of pure artistic expression of all time.

While there is a certain amusing irony to me writing an article about Home while I am currently rehearsing away in Italy, I shall endeavour uncock that ironical eyebrow and bring this article home. I may indeed be working abroad but it is my contention that home isn’t a single place and that people, like great art, can find, or create, a home anywhere. Even I, awkward eccentric that I am, have found a home here and with my cast mates I have unexpectedly found another family.

“Some point about art and home being where the heart is…” is what I had written for myself at this juncture in the article but ultimately I think we all know this to be true. Home is a place we create for ourselves with people we love, and art can find a home any place people let it.

*1 German word for Castle.

*2 Although immortalised by Shakespeare as Elsinore it’s now known as Kronborg castle and sits on the northeastern tip of Zealand in the town of Helsingør.