I have a brother who lives in Canada. I don’t see him often but we get on well. We Skype now and then, although we never speak of anything serious- just put on silly voices, and hold up messages - childish swear words and insults scrawled on paper. The last time I saw him was particularly amusing as we fell into default teenage behaviour- stealing food from each others plates, taunting each other mercilessly, and playing practical jokes- much to the shock of our parents and to the bemusement of my brother’s kids.
However,
for some reason I don’t tend to talk about him…not as much as I talk
about my sister, who lives around the corner and is part of my
day-to-day life. Sometimes when I mention my brother people say ‘You
don’t have a brother!’… ‘I do!’ I say ‘He lives in Canada.’ Once, when I
said that, someone replied: ‘Oh, yes…your invisible brother. ’No’, I
said, ‘He’s a real and important brother.’
And so it is with Queen Elizabeth the 1st in my play Edith, Elizabeth and I. She is a real and important part of the story, although you wouldn’t know it yet as I have failed to talk about her in any of my blogs.
And so it is with Queen Elizabeth the 1st in my play Edith, Elizabeth and I. She is a real and important part of the story, although you wouldn’t know it yet as I have failed to talk about her in any of my blogs.
Edith Sitwell wrote two biographies of Elizabeth the 1st- Fanfare for Elizabeth (1946) and The Queens and the Hive (1962).
Edith always insisted that these, as well as her other non- fiction and
prose work, were just written to make money, as her real work was
poetry. However, when published these books were extremely successful,
as were English Eccentrics (1933) and Victoria of England (1936).
In her earlier life Edith had said, after attending Winchester Historical Pageant
(1908) ‘Queen Elizabeth didn’t come into it, which was such a boon. I
am tired of the good lady, and I don’t care about her gowns.’ Although,
she later clearly felt an -affinity with Elizabeth, and grew to resemble
her, particularly in her later style of dress.
Edith told her secretary Elizabeth Slater- ‘I am a Virgo, I was born on the seventh day of September, on the same day of the year and at the same hour as Queen Elizabeth the First.’ In fact, whilst writing The Queens and the Hive,
an astrologer prepared a detailed comparison of their charts. She
suggested that both mentally and emotionally Edith was like the Queen,
except that Edith was more creative and Elizabeth was more in touch with
the common people! Along with ghosts I don’t really believe in
re-incarnation and, getting to know Edith, I’m not entirely convinced
that she would have talked about being Elizabeth in a past life without a
twinkle in her eye and a tiny hint of a wry smile on her lips. And I
hope she would have laughed at Barry Humphries reference to this when he (as Dame Edna Everage) opened a Horticultural show at Weston Hall, announcing:
‘As for me, I’m no ordinary mother and wife
I was Dame Sitwell in a previous life.’
(See Richard Greene- Avant Garde Poet, English Genius- PG 435)
The
interesting thing about Edith’s relationship to Elizabeth, for me and
in terms of the play, is that Edith’s portrayal of Elizabeth reflect
aspects of her own life and her perception of herself; from descriptions
of being incarcerated, the fact her father didn’t want a girl, even
down to physical descriptions …’That ugly face full of fire, so full of
intellectual power and wisdom and vanity, and the exquisite and
sensitive hands… (Edith always said that the only beautiful thing about
herself were her hands!). This all highlights one of my main themes: How
we tell other peoples stories and how our own lives get involved in the
telling.
Another
fascination and connection for me is that Edith and Elizabeth never
married or had families. Edith said of Elizabeth, ‘This strange
contradiction of a woman whose life, seen from one aspect, was barren,
seen from another, infinitely fertile, was consistent only in her
greatness.’ (English Women- Edith Sitwell -1942)
They are both strong unconventional female role models, known for their
intelligence, individualism and…lets face it really good noses. So why
not put them on a stage together and see what happens?
So, I’ve put the record straight both Elizabeth the First
and my invisible brother are very much real and have a place in my
world. Obviously, only one is alive and kicking, and I think I should
get onto Skype
(dressed as a re-incarnation of Edith, Elizabeth or Barry Humphries?)
and let him know that his invisible sister is thinking of him.
