I visited Shandy Hall in Coxwold, North
Yorkshire for the first time this weekend. I was particularly privileged
to do so. My brother had bought me tickets for Jonathan Meades’ Laurence Sterne
lecture, which turned out to comprise a walking tour of Coxwold, ending at
Shandy Hall.
Meades was celebrating the publication of his new book, Museum without Walls. Fraternal kindness enabled me to acquire a copy, signed by the man himself. It is a collection of Meades’
essays, mainly on place and architecture. It starts:
We are surrounded by the greatest
of free shows. Places. Most of them made by man, remade by man. Deserted
streets, seething boulevards, reeming beaches, empty steppes, black reservoirs,
fields of agricultural scrap, cute villages and disappearing points which have
an unparalleled capacity to promote hope (I am thinking of the aspect north up
rue Paradis in Marseilles).
And so it continues: deep intellectual theorising about
place, expressed often in seemingly random lists, and paragraphs that alight
suddenly on specific vantage points that trigger particular memories in the
author’s mind.
Meades’s talk was a suitably Sternian digressive ramble, seemingly taken from an as yet unpublished memoir.
Starting at the church we heard of a childhood love for a girl from the Indian
subcontinent; moving to the garden in the village we heard of radical French
politics of the 1970s; moving back to Sterne’s gravestone we heard of the
manufacture and use of LSD in the 1950s.
Finally at Shandy Hall itself we heard Meades reflect once again on his lost childhood love. I’m not sure what any of it meant, except that there were certainly glancing references to Sterne at various points.
Shandy Hall itself was a delight – we stepped into Sterne’s
study, soaked in the atmosphere of a Georgian vicar’s home, and perused the collection
of experimental novels. The garden featured an installation about
self-publishing, fittingly given the way that Museum without Walls has been published. I am looking forward to watching more Meades (a good selection is on YouTube), and trying to read Tristram Shandy in time for the tercentenary of Sterne's birth next year