Lawrence Durrell’s travel books on Corfu, Rhodes, Cyprus and Provence are books of place. To the extent that there is movement, it is not about arrival, instead about leaving. In every case these books end with a departure, traumatic or verging on the traumatic; in the case of Durrell’s last book, Caesar’s Vast Ghost, the departure is from life itself, and the book ends with a poem in which ‘time is winding down’, its last line containing a single word: ‘Goodbye’. It is the same in Durrell’s group of novels The Alexandria Quartet, in which one volume ends with a death and funeral and the other three with the narrator’s departure from Alexandria, or rather his escape.
In fact the theme of an irruption from place was anticipated by Durrell in a notebook dated 1938 when he drew a map and labelled it ‘Plan for the Book of the Dead’. This is apparently Durrell’s first mention of the Book of the Dead, his working title for the novel that would evolve into The Alexandria Quartet. At the centre of the map was the crossroads of a city, but the city was not Alexandria where Durrell would unexpectedly find himself four years later; instead this was a map of Bloomsbury and its environs.
At the crossroads of his map, Durrell
indicated Oxford Street and Tottenham Court Road. On the west side of Tottenham
Court Road he marked Fitzroy Square and Howland Street, and on its east side he
marked Millman Street, Guilford Street, the British Museum and the publishing
offices of Faber and Faber.
Charing Cross Road, view south from the crossroads, 1935. |
Durrell would read voraciously in the
Reading Room of the British Museum, and in 1932 he moved into a flat in
Guilford Street where he was soon joined by Nancy Myers—a painter at the Slade
School of Fine Art—who would become his first wife. ‘Love, despair, agony’, he wrote
next to his flat in Guilford Street. In an attempt to make a living doing
something arty, Durrell and Nancy set up a photographic studio nearby in
Millman Street. ‘Last gasp’, Durrell wrote next to Millman Street; the
photographic studio failed and with it their attempt to survive in London.
Supporting themselves on exiguous inheritances they soon moved to Corfu.
Now in 1938 and still only twenty-six years
old but having written The Black Book,
the novel he described as ‘my first real book’ and which won him international
recognition, and the attention of T S Eliot at Faber and Faber, Durrell was
casting his eye back over his Bloomsbury days, over a cultural environment he
had triumphantly abandoned for the Mediterranean, and was planning his Book of
the Dead.
Durrell's favourite pub, the Fitzroy Tavern, Charlotte Street. |