Hello! So here is my current book repair and restoration project. This time, it isn’t one of my own books, hence the change of subject. But there is still a horse connection – and I’ll tell you all about that at a later date! 🙂
This revised edition of The Triumph of Steam by Henry Frith was published in 1892 by Griffith Farran & Co. Limited, London. In 1898 it was awarded to Philip H.G. Lord by his school, The Grammar School at Newchurch, as a 2nd prize for drawing. I think I’ve mentioned this in my Blogs before, but I love the oddments, inscriptions, annotations and other interesting things that are sometimes to be found in old books. They give a sense of its story and the people to whom it once belonged. I wonder what became of Philip Lord?
The copy I have been working on has had a hard life, but it is easy to see this would have been quite an expensive book at the time. It is bound in an extremely fine calf skin leather, is nicely constructed and is illustrated throughout. Working with leather has of itself been a new and exciting venture. I have learned how to pare leather. You (as I was) may not be aware that the construction of the spine is entirely different from the process used when working with cloth bound books. Older books also tend to be bound using cord rather than tape. In this repair we have replicated the appearance of the cords while making the actual repair using tapes.
I am looking forward to returning it to its rightful owner fully restored! 🙂
“A phrase commonly found in the military” that “depicts the day-to-day grind of soldiers where they have to “hurry up” to point B only to have to wait hours for the event to occur.” www.urbandictionary.com
This phrase just about sums up my week. Why haven’t I posted on here for a while? Well, I’ve been doing the ‘hurrying up’ part. Don’t get me wrong, I love a deadline. Several abstract deadlines for conference papers (that all happened to be on the same date) and writing a paper for a forthcoming journal. Not to mention working with my publisher on the next stage of getting my book published! … It’s all really good stuff. I’m definitely not complaining. Really, I’m not. I just hate the ‘waiting’ part. And…
“Soldiers and their Horses traces the soldier-horse relationship from the Boer War in South Africa, through The Great War and its aftermath and into the Second World War. The story of the soldier and his horse takes us from the British Army’s infamous mishandling of its horses in the Boer War, to the pinnacle of excellence in horse supply, management and veterinary treatment that was achieved during The Great War. Horses would never again be relied upon to the extent they had between 1914 and 1918, but the War’s legacy lived on into and beyond the Second World War whenever and wherever horses were employed.”
(There is more, but that’s for later. Watch this space!)
Well, that’s another incarnation of my book proposal off to my commissioning editor. I think it’s a lot stronger. It also has a new title. Maybe not as catchy as the old one, but it does ‘do what it says on the tin’, so that has to be a good thing right?
The Noblest of Animals: The Horse, ‘Breed’ and British National Identity, 1900 to 1914.
“As the poet Lindsay Gordon put it, and many British horsemen and women genuinely believed, without ‘the stud’ and ‘the land’ and ‘the chase’ the British ‘breed’ would itself die. Portrayals of the horse’s place in British society in the early twentieth century reflected the ideas and attitudes of the people by, and for whom, they were created. This paper will explore such portrayals to discover what Gordon meant by ‘breed’ and why it was that the horse was so closely allied with imagined ideas of Britishness. It was thought, for example, that the horse shared many admirable strengths with those of the British people; such as kindness, courage, sagacity, gentleness and strength of character. All of these traits were thought to be found upon the hunting field and amongst those most closely connected to the horse and ‘the land’. The British ‘breed’ may only ever have been an illusion in reality, but it was nevertheless a powerful driver of British national identity in the early twentieth century. Inevitably the horse’s symbolic and emotional connection with ‘breed’ leads us into a complex world of contrasts, contradiction and moral complexity.”
I’ll let you all know once it’s published. Meanwhile, back to the book proposal… TTFN!
This week, the ongoing saga of the publishing proposal took a new and interesting turn. Feeling that my project as it stands would be too “narrow”, my (hopefully) publisher have suggested that I might like to expand it to cover The Boer War, The Great War AND The Second World War. My first reaction was one of, I have to confess, utter horror. However, after a brief foray into the archives and a preliminary snoop about, the idea of delving into the soldier-horse relationship post-1939 really appeals. Already, interesting material is revealing itself. Not least, some very interesting interviews with veterans, who all talk about the respectful approach to their mules that soldiers quickly came to find worked the best. I have never met a mule, but I imagine they prefer to be ‘asked’ rather than ‘told’. Who was ‘the boss’ in this relationship is debatable, but I would be inclined to suggest that it was the soldiers who worked with the mules and that it was the mules who, in fact, did most of the training. So, the next task is to review (again), revise (yet again) and resubmit (third time lucky?) my proposal and hope that this time it gets the go-ahead. Fingers crossed!
Last week Matt Edwards and I finished working on ‘Horses and Stables’. We used a similar approach to ‘Animal Management 1933’. I think it is safe to say that what we have achieved is nothing if not miraculous. What an improvement! This isn’t a particularly valuable or rare title, but it is one that I have used a lot in my work, and continue to use on a regular basis. I would like to think that Colonel Fitzwygram would have been pleased to see his excellent book still being read, and admired, in the twenty first century. Here’s to another hundred and something years!