A salute to the rock guardians around our coastline #lighthouses

My recent reading has been nothing if not an exercise in contrasts; Calvino, Camus and clothes, for example, have all made recent appearances on the Ramblings! And today I’m going off at another little tangent! I was eyeing up the stacks and wondering what to pick up next when I caught sight of the gorgeous coffee table book Mr. Kaggsy presented me with at Christmas. It’s on something I’m rather fond of, and that’s lighthouses! I’m not entirely sure why, although my grandfather was a merchant sailor so I’ve always felt very close to sea (and would one day like to retire closer to it). Whatever the reason for the attraction, Mr K did a bit of research and decided this would be the perfect book for me – and he was right!!

“Rock Lighthouses of Britain” is written by pharologist Christopher P. Nicholson, and has a long publishing history. First issued in 1983, it’s been updated and reprinted over the years, and my edition comes from 2006. This means that it now includes full details of the final years of manned lighthouses and the changes brought on by automation, so it’s very up to date with the fate of those rock sentinels.

The narrative focuses specifically on those lighthouses built offshore, and in difficult circumstances, on chunks of rock attacked regularly by the forces of the ocean. These, of course, were the places where there was most risk to shipping; and with the increase of sea trade from the 17th century, some kind of marker so that vessels could avoid dangerous reefs and the like became increasingly essential. Nicholson traces the development of lighthouses from early attempts at wood structures through to the massive stone towers we now know, drawing in the achievements of the famous Stevensons, as well as pioneers like Winstanley, Douglass and Smeaton.

The story is fascinating; humanity against the elements, and the struggles to construct something in almost impossible conditions. There was, of course, a financial incentive to do this, as the loss of ships meant loss of cargo and money. But it feels like there was more behind the drive to construct these signals, an altruistic need to help ensure all ships were safe, and that does add an interesting angle to the story. So Nicholson covers the building of the various lighthouses, the trouble and dramas surrounding them, myths and legends (Grace Darling inevitably makes an appearance) and also the politics behind who built them and who controlled them. It really is an absorbing read.

An example of the kind of illustrations this lovely book features!

Where this book excels, of course, is with its visuals. There is a range of absolutely stunning shots of the lighthouses, often being besieged by the elements, but also historical ones of lighthouse construction, showing just what those intrepid builders had to cope with whilst assembling the towers. The icing on the cake, for me, were the reproductions of plans for the various lighthouses, from the earliest ideas through to the final definitive designs. These usually took the form of beautiful little watercoloured drawings and they were so lovely and so evocative. It’s obvious that Nicholson has raided the archives of Trinity House and seeing these designs reproduced was such a treat. He’s also looked widely for the remarkable photographic images and the results are as definitive a guide as you could get. Pleasingly, the author has visited many lighthouses and builds in personal memories, as well as many of his own photographs, and that added much to the telling of the tale.

The site of the mysterious happenings on Flannan Isles… (photo via Wikimedia Commons – JJM / St. Flannan’s Cell and Flannan Isles Lighthouse / CC BY-SA 2.0)

I mentioned earlier legends such as that of Grace Darling, and I was rather thrilled to see inclusion of a location which doesn’t really fit the criteria – that of Flannan Isles lighthouse. To be honest, although the name is familiar to me I hadn’t actually been sure it was a real place! You see, when I was at school we read a wonderfully spooky poem entitled “Flannan Isle” by Wilfred Gibson, all about scary Marie Celeste type events taking place on an isolated rock. I love the poem still, so imagine my delight to discover that the book covers the lighthouse, despite it being relatively accessible, and Nicholson explores the legend in detail. This was one of my favourite chapters – and if you want to read the poem, you can find it online here!

“Rock Lighthouses…” was pure joy from start to finish, and I absolutely loved it. A mixture of interesting and erudite text, combined with the most wonderful illustrations, it’s absolutely the perfect book for any pharologist. I can’t applaud Mr. Kaggsy’s book-finding skills enough – this was indeed the ideal find for me!!!

“…navigational gifts for the safety of all…” #lighthouses @PenguinUKBooks #TomNancollas #nonfictionNovember

Seashaken Houses: A Lighthouse History from Eddystone to Fastnet by Tom Nancollas

When I was ambling around Waterstones a few weeks back, as you do, my eye lit upon the rather lovely cover of this book; and since the subject matter was something in which I have an interest, I was very tempted… I resisted for a couple of weeks, but as I mentioned in a previous post, I finally succumbed. Why, you may ask, do I have such an interest in lighthouses?? I can’t really say, if I’m honest. It may have something to do with the fact that my grandfather was a sailor, and so no doubt found these noble buildings to be essential; it may be that I’ve always lived within a reasonable distance from the sea (not difficult on our Island Nation); or it may be that I was scarred for life as well as intrigued by reading Wilfred Gibson’s “Flannan Isle” when I was a teenager! Whatever it is, I find lighthouses endlessly fascinating and romantic, standing as they do at the edges, giving warnings of danger, and speaking of isolation and danger and heroism and madness and all those sorts of things…

Anyway – I was keen to pick this one up soon, and having been egged on by Ali and Liz who want to know what the book is like, I shall get on with it. A quote on the front of the book describes it as a “personal, lyrical journey” and that’s not really far off it. Author Tom Nancollas is also a person fascinated by the sea, torn between the Cornish and Wirral coasts where most of his childhood holidays were taken. As a building conservationist he studied lighthouses as the subject for his dissertation, a decision sparked by childhood memories of distant structures in the sea. As he explains in his introduction, 27 rock lighthouses were historically built around the coasts of Britain; 20 of those survive, and the book relates his journeys to explore just some of those lighthouses, whilst telling the history of lighthouse building in this country.

Despite the sea’s instability, we have achieved permanence there. Between 1698 and 1904, a total of 27 rock lighthouses were constructed to mark the most dangerous hazards to shipping in the seas around Great Britain and Ireland. Of these, twenty survive today, a panoply of exquisite buildings that are the descendants of fabular prototypes. Taking the form of tall stone towers crowned with iron lanterns, they appear to rise, mirage-like, straight out of the sea, the circular foundations often unseen.

The book opens with the Eddystone Lighthouse, off Plymouth on the south coast, and closes with Fastnet, below the Irish coast. These are the first and last lighthouses constructed on our coasts, and in between he covers other enigmatic and dangerous structures such as Wolf Rock, Bishop Rock and Bell Rock. Woven in with the narrative of his visits to these sites (some of which are completely inaccessible, and one of which can only be visited in the mind, through recollections of a former keeper) is the history of lighthouse building in Britain; in particular the families who were involved in their planning, development and construction.

This latter aspect of the book makes fascinating reading, as it does seem that lighthouse building often turned out to be a family business! And interestingly the Stevenson family seem to have been mightily important, with even Robert Louis getting a mention at points in the story. The same names keep recurring in connection with different structures, and it does seem to be that lighthouse building is something of a calling.

Here, you get something of the sea’s eternity – rising, falling, swelling, calming, dousing and rinsing and thrusting against the rocks in myriad ways, a lazy, beast-like play of motion that that will never end.

Set against the history of these maritime beacons is Nancollas’ visits to the various locations on the coast he can reach, as well as his encounters with former keepers and those involved in the maintaining of the lights. There are some fascinating musings on what it was like to actually be a keeper, and tales of high jinks on some rocky outposts, as well as tragic stories of shipwreck. Inevitably, there is a sense that Nancollas is looking back to a time of progress and invention; the Stevensons for example were responsible for so much new ‘technology’ of their time; and I couldn’t help but feeling that we no longer have that vision of experimentation and the determination to take on such huge tasks. When you think about sheer audacity of trying to build in the sea and the massive achievement of those who did, against all the odds, it’s quite breathtaking. And Nancollas has a wonderful sense of the dramatic, relating stories of metal towers that went wrong, stone towers that were badly constructed, and the hard work and time it took to build the final structures which still stand today.

So the book is a pleasing balance of history, fact, personal reminiscence and the author’s visits to lighthouses (when he can). Nancollas is an engaging narrator, a joy to spend time with, and at one point he discovers an intriguing family connection to a particular lighthouse. What comes through very strongly, too, is a sense of respect; not only for the men who designed and constructed what could have been considered impossible buildings but which got built and survived until today; but also for the sea itself, and its power. Despite being surrounded by it, Nancollas thinks that few of us really understand it, and as we come to rely more and more upon digital navigation and the like, we lose the ability to read the natural world. That applies to more than just the sea, I think, and on the day all the electronic systems go dark, many of us may struggle to survive… On the Scilly Isles he contemplates the constant threat over the centuries to humans from the sea, and it’s a useful reminder that we’ve become a little detached from the natural world, taking it for granted and forgetting its power.

In a sense, rock lighthouses are monumentalized by their unfamiliarity to most people. We’re not quite sure how to behave in their presence, so reverence fills the void.

The final lighthouse visit in the book is a very special one, as Nancollas embarks on a week long stay at Fastnet, the last of the great rock lighthouses to be built. Here he gets a real glimpse of what it must have been like to be marooned on one of these places for months at a time. He also muses on what’s to come in the future for these structures that stand sentinel in our waters. Fastnet is one of last surviving mechanical lights; most lighthouses are now run by solar power, and with sat nav and the like, will there really be a need for lighthouses in years to come? Nancollas thinks and hopes so (and I’m with him); seafarers he encounters still use the lights to aid navigation and it would be a great shame to see these buildings fall into complete disuse.

A rock lighthouse is a symbol of tolerance and altruism, of assistance made available to those in need regardless of their nationality. Taken too far, nationalism can lead to division, but a rock lighthouse offers a message of fellowship. It is the type of building that is not introspective, but outward-looking.

“Seashaken Houses” turned out to be a marvellous book; it’s a fascinating and compelling read, with a lovely mix of the history and the personal, and I was sorry to part company with Nancollas at the end. The book is beautifully presented with illustrations, notes and a handy map of the lighthouses and their dates of construction (it’s worth noting that although the Eddystone was the first, it went through several different attempts before reaching a stable version; Bell Rock in Scotland is the oldest working building to remain on its reef). For me, lighthouses are enigmatic and compelling structures, a testament to the great inventors and builders of the past, and I loved reading about them in this book. But, after reading “Flannan Isle” again, I’m not sure you’d get me to make an overnight stay on one of them… ;D

*****

My old and battered Gibson collection – the first poem inside is “Flannan Isle” itself…

If you want to know what I’m rambling on about, “Flannan Isle” can be read online here; wonderful and very chilling poem!

(Although I’m not formally taking part in any challenges this month, I can’t help but count this one for #nonfictionNovember!!)

On My Book Table… 3 – an update!

After the flurry of excitement and reading from 1930 for our recent Club Week, I thought it was about time I took stock and had a look at exactly what was on the Book Table; I frankly need to get a bit realistic about what I’m reading next, and there have also been some new arrivals at the Ramblings… So once I’d put away all the 1930 possibles, there was a bit more room to have a shuffle and a reorganise and a think about forthcoming reading; and after all that, I was left with these on the Table!

Yes – there are indeed a few newbies in the pile, though in fairness a couple of these are from the library. I reserved a shedload of Thomas Bernhard and that’s the last one to arrive; and Brian Bilston’s “Diary of a Somebody” was a must after I recently finished his marvellous poetry collection – review of the latter to follow shortly! Binet and the Lighthouses (sounds like an indie band…) have both previously appeared, but there are in fact five new review copies which have snuck in. The Stella Benson and Marie Belloc Lowndes are from the lovely Michael Walmer, and I have several of his titles standing by to read and review – all sounding very, very interesting. “The Government Inspector” is a lovely new translation of Gogol’s famous play from Alma which is calling strongly. And there are two fascinating Penguins which I’ll be covering for Shiny New Books. Once again, choices, choices…

So only two of these are purchases, picked up at the weekend when browsing the charity shops with Eldest and Youngest Child (who came home for a flying visit). I know nothing about the Fitz-James O’Brien book apart from the fact that it apparently channels Poe (which has to be good)!  But the other find was a beautiful pristine Virago that I was pretty sure I didn’t already have – and I was right!

I own a number of Elizabeth von Arnim’s books already, and things weren’t helped by the fact that someone had donated several of them and I was trying to work out what I had and what I already had read. Anyway, I chose correctly and this is in lovely condition, so I was very happy to bring it home at a bargain price.

I’m currently actually reading a book on the pile – the lighthouses one, which is fascinating so far. However, perched on the top is this very slim story which I intend to get to soon:

As I’ve mentioned previously, this is a limited edition short work by M. John Harrison, and as it’s apparently a bit spooky we’re getting close to the right time of the year to read it!

So that’s what’s on the Book Table post-1930 Club! Hopefully I’ll be reading more than one of them soon! 😀

 

On My Book Table… 2 – The Chunksters…

I’m pleased to report that the Reading Chair and the Book Table have proved to be a great success chez Ramblings (well done, Mr. Kaggsy!) I have spent many a happy hour sitting comfortably with a book and a beverage; though alas, I don’t think I’ve tackled a single volume featured in my previous post about the table… That’s fairly typical of me, and I do have the excuse of the forthcoming 1930 Club which has necessitated some focus on the year in question. However, I thought I would share some images of what’s weighing down the table at the moment as possible reads – and they *are* quite chunky books!!

That’s a fairly imposing and daunting pile of books, isn’t it? Shall we take a look in more detail??

These two titles are on the book table for a good reason, i.e. the forthcoming #1930Club. I’ve mention John Dos Passos before, but not the Bunting (although of course I *have* wittered on about Basil on the Ramblings). All will become clear next week, hopefully…. 😉

Now – these three have been sitting around on the TBR for a while. “Imaginary Cities” (from Influx Press!!) was a Christmas gift from my brother some years back; “Night Walking” came into the house when Verso were having one of their oh-so-tempting sales; and the John Muir was a purchase on a whim because I wanted it (so there!) Having just watched a repeat of a documentary on Muir (which I somehow missed first time round) I’m keen to pick it up soon. We shall see…

These two lovelies are a little slimmer, but still very appealing. The Binet was on my book table last time, and has been on the TBR for as long as the Muir, as they arrived at the same time. The Colette is a beautiful edition of an anthology of extracts from her work, called “Earthly Paradise”. Apparently it’s now out of print and not at all cheap to get hold of – who knew? Makes me even more certain I must be careful about which books I prune when I pass some on to charity shops.

A mixed bag here. Two are newly arrived at the Ramblings – “Seashaken Houses” is all about lighthouses (I love lighthouses) and I resisted it for ages in Waterstones and then gave in. The Cunard book sounded fascinating (I can’t remember where I heard about it) and as the local library didn’t have it, I was left with no choice… I’ve had the Shklovsky for ages and keep meaning to start it and don’t – story of my life, really…

More new arrivals, this time from the very lovely Notting Hill Editions. I reviewed John Berger’s book “What Time Is It” recently; it’s the final book of three published by NHE which he did with Selcuk Demirel. I was knocked out by “Time…” and so was delighted to receive the two earlier books “Cataract” and “Smoke” – such treats in store… The third book in the picture is a selection of Montaigne’s essays; I’d often thought of reading him and then Marina Sofia’s post pushed me over the edge. Thanks so much, NHE! :DD

Another three chunksters lurk on the table, again books that I’ve had around for a while. “Liberty” is about French Revolutionary women; “Romantic Outlaws” is about Mary Wollstonecroft and Mary Shelley; and “The Wives” is about spouses of Russian authors. I long to sink myself into all three at once, which is really not practical…

And finally, a couple of slim volumes which weren’t on the pile in the first image, but have managed to sneak into the house despite Mr. Kaggsy’s best efforts (ha! not really – I think he’s given up worrying about the books, realisiing he was fighting a losing battle…) “Nagasaki” is thanks to a post on the BookerTalk blog – I loved the sound of it and couldn’t resist. “Doe Lea” is VERY VERY exciting! It’s a limited edition chapbook short story by M. John Harrison (who is a big favourite here on the Ramblings as you might have noticed..); and it’s a signed copy, one of only 200. Goodness, I went into overdrive when I found out it was available. Most pleased that it arrived safely and can’t wait to read it, yet don’t want to because I want to savour it!

Well, there you are. The Book Table is groaning a little under the weight of all these mighty tomes, and of course “The Anatomy of Melancholy” seems to be in permanent residence there helping to add to the tonnage. With my fickle mind I may not actually end up reading *any* of these next; but it’s lovely to get my books out, have them on the table, flick through them and just *enjoy* having them around! The pleasures of being a bookaholic… ;D