My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It’s time to take the window to see Leerie going by; Robert Louis Stevenson: The Lamplighter
My daily walk was later than usual. After five o’clock in January the skies are dark and pavements less inviting. This is Leerie Lamplighter time in Edinburgh and I was remembering…
When we first came to Edinburgh I would often walk at dusk wistfully peering through windows of the New Town where curtains are rarely drawn. You can see into elegant rooms: walls of rich red, deep green, plentiful pastels. An interior decorator’s colour chart brought to life. A discreet private-public display.
Last night I found two blacked out windows, instead of drawing the public gaze inside they projected a different view with an eloquently illuminated protest shining out into the street.
Did you know that in Edinburgh there are more statues of DOGS than there are of WOMEN?
That’s a sign to stop you in your tracks at 17 Heriot Row, childhood home of Robert Louis Stevenson, where the small and often sickly boy looked out for Leerie Lamplighter. Everyone knows RLS. He grew up to create Jekyll and Hyde. His name is on plaques around town.
But how many people know his cousin Dorothy was a successful writer too, asks the illuminated window. And where’s the statue to Muriel Spark and all the other creative female sparks in a city where “there are more statues of dogs than there are of women”?
Time we changed that too
I stopped to take a fumbled photo on my phone, barely stirring the gaze of the young woman smoking on the doorstep to Number 16. And then carried on my way wondering what and why?
A message from the skies
There’s a campaign, started last year, to celebrate the achievements of women in a city where there are statues honouring all manner of men, plus the dogs – Bobby and Bum – and Wojteck the bear.
But this New Town protest, as a friend suggested on Facebook, is a Message From The Skies, an imaginative offbeat stopping point on the literary trail co-commissioned with Edinburgh International Book Festival. Val McDermid’s thriller brings a forgotten woman writer back to life in a story told in lights projected on to 12 buildings across other streets of the city. New Year’s Resurrection part walking tour, part street theatre, part lighting installation and soundscape, is a creative, collaborative extravaganza running from the big Hogmanay splash to Burns Night. I had caught a glimpse of it a few days earlier beneath Regent Bridge looming over Calton Road.
“At its best,” writes Neil Cooper in The Herald, “it is like peering, not just at the grand facades of the buildings, but into the two-faced psyche of a nation’s literary history and the self-image it promotes.”
Resurrection and redemption
It’s also an act of redemption. Val McDermid ‘resurrects’ a successful Victorian novelist, Susan Ferrier, who once sold more than Jane Austen but who has heard of her? Val and Virago aim to put that right. Susan Ferrier’s first novel Marriage is Virago’s book of the month for January with a new forward by McDermid. And there’s an app luring us along a storyline – translated into seven languages – free to download.
Which is what I will do and step it out as soon as it stops snowing. For anyone who likes walking through time and place it’s a well crafted temptation, but there are other layers of social and literary worth to be found along the way. Three young writers – Lucy Hutcheon, age 11, Maisie Dalton, age 12, and Jemma Glover, age 16 – have their names and work in lights too during January as a result of a competition run by the City of Literature.
Message From the Skies also invites residents and visitors to explore ‘Edinburgh’s iconic locations’ in a new light, making connections with the literary folk inspired by them. Returning in daylight I discover 17 Heriot Row (otherwise Stevenson House) does exactly that. It’s Chapter Nine on the story trail and it connects RLS with Dorothy Emily Stevenson, plus Muriel Spark for good measure. And that’s just brilliant. Literally!
Dorothy Emily Stevenson, 1892 -1973, wrote over 40 books including the Mrs Tim series based on her diaries as an army wife during World War Two.
Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea, And my papa’s a banker and as rich as he can be; But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I’m to do, Oh Leerie, I’ll go round at night and light the lamps with you!Robert Louis Stevenson: The Lamplighter
Dear Mrs Young, I am an amateur calligrapher and have decided to write out and illustrate a fun poem, ‘London. Kewriosity’, in an art nouveau style , which I discovered by chance, in the Kew Guild Journal. It’s about lady gardeners in1900. I have been searching websites about lady gardeners, in the hope that I would find both the author of the poem and also details about the status and fashion of women, working in a man’s domain in that era, to ensure that the historical details in my design were correct. I came across your interesting article in Sceptical Scot and was delighted also to see the photograph of women at Studley college. The poem , which I found , is about ladies who, before having to wear men’s clothes, were wearing ‘bloomers’! It seems that the general public’s interest this instigated the ‘powers that were’ to insist on their wearing male clothing. The poem says that women would now have to wear breeks, which I imagine is breeches in Non- Scottish English. Would you know what Bloomers were, by any chance? I know that they would have been more like plus- fours but have only seen photos of the undergarment version, rather than working clothes. I love the above story. There is plenty of inequality around still but at least women can garden in whatever clothing they like these days and study most things , at least in the West. If I ever find the answer to my little queries and get my calligraphy done I will feel that I have paid some homage to the brave women of the day who paved the way for us. With thanks and best wishes, Joan Nassim