For the sake of context, it seems pertinent to mention that I have been tentatively exploring the notion of psychogeography in recent weeks, from Guy Debord's original and oft-repeated definition ("The study of the specific effects of the geographical environment, consciously organized or not, on the emotions and behaviour of individuals.") to the more recent revival amongst contemporary writers; any mention of which never fails to include Peter Ackroyd's name. Having not read any of his work before and with the weight of expectation resting firmly in my palms, delving in to Ackroyd's latest work on the cultural history of London was something of a leap of faith. I was pleasantly surprised, therefore, to find a style of writing that is very reminiscent of Sebald's prose in The Rings of Saturn, which I just so happened to write about in a recent post. That is to say that, like Sebald, Ackroyd defies genre expectations by blending historical fact with an almost poetical rhetoric; the effect of which goes some way towards revitalising both the past lives of those he speaks about and, indeed, the life of the City of London itself. Furthermore, Ackroyd presents history with the same sense of fluidity that is the structural hallmark of The Rings of Saturn. Thus, although the book is divided in to clearly delineated topics, each chapter sends the reader backwards and forwards in time, from the Bronze Age to the present day and seemingly every period in between. This gives a sense not only of the vast differences between London at separate periods in it's existence, but also of the profound similarities. And as a direct result of this loose and associative portrayal of history, the city seems to emerge as a kind of living organism in and of itself; one that grows and evolves hap-hazardously in accordance with the ever-changing conditions of humanity above the ground.
To the return to my original premise, although London Under attempts to understand the history of London under the ground, and in spite of the enormous quantity of information and research utilized to this end, Ackroyd ultimately acknowledges that he is essentially trying to map the unmappable; to know the unknowable. Indeed, at the very end of the book, he writes:
To the return to my original premise, although London Under attempts to understand the history of London under the ground, and in spite of the enormous quantity of information and research utilized to this end, Ackroyd ultimately acknowledges that he is essentially trying to map the unmappable; to know the unknowable. Indeed, at the very end of the book, he writes:
"The underworld moves the imagination to awe and to horror. It is in part a human world, made from the activities of many generations, but it is also primeval and inhuman. It repels clarity and thought. It may offer safety to some, but it does not offer solace. London is built upon darkness."It seems to me that this is the curse of the city, for, aside from all else, it is a constant burial ground. I suppose this means, therefore, that we are the gravediggers.
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