4 There have been six biographies of Ford: Douglas Goldring, The Last Pre-Raphaelite: A Record of the Life and Writings of Ford Madox Ford (London: Macdonald, 1948), published in the USA as Trained for Genius (New York: Dutton, 1949); Frank MacShane, The Life and Work of Ford Madox Ford (London: Routledge and Kegan Paul, 1965); Arthur Mizener, The Saddest Story: A Biography of Ford Madox Ford (New York: Harper and Row, 1971; London: Bodley Head, 1972); Thomas C. Moser, The Life in the Fiction of Ford Madox Ford (Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1980); Alan Judd, Ford Madox Ford (London: Collins, 1990); and Max Saunders, Ford Madox Ford: A Dual Life, 2 vols (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1996). Goldringâs South Lodge: Reminiscences of Violet Hunt, Ford Madox Ford and the English Review Circle (London: Constable, 1943) includes valuable biographical material on Ford, as does Violet Huntâs The Flurried Years (London: Hurst and Blackett, 1926), published in the US as I Have This to Say (New York: Boni and Liveright, 1926). The present chapter will seek to tessellate these kaleidoscopic views of Ford so as to present his life through his own and othersâ life-writings. The emphasis here will be on what he writes about his own life. The main aim is to demonstrate how much of his oeuvre can be seen as constituting an extended autobiographical project, comparable to the work of other Impressionists and modernists such as Proust, George Moore, Dorothy Richardson, Frank Harris, and James Joyce. Though his later reminiscences are as richly time-shifted as his best novels, there is an essential logic whereby he works systematically through his life-stories â though, as the biographies of him have shown, autobiographical elements also play across his fiction.
Ford was born into an intensely bohemian milieu. His father was the German musicologist and champion of Wagner, Franz HĂźffer, who emigrated to London, anglicised his name to Francis Hueffer, and became music critic of The Times. He married Catherine, herself a painter and the daughter of the English artist Ford Madox Brown. Ford Madox Ford, as he became known after the First World War, was born in 1873 and christened Ford Hermann Hueffer. He was to alter his name in stages, adopting the âMadoxâ and dropping the âHermannâ to publish as Ford Madox Hueffer until 1923, though he had changed his surname to Ford in 1919. Ford Madox Brownâs other daughter, Lucy, married William Michael Rossetti, the brother of Dante Gabriel and Christina Rossetti, who were thus Fordâs uncle and aunt by marriage. Ford described his upbringing in this cosmopolitan Pre-Raphaelite hothouse as a process of being âtrained for geniusâ, and duly published his first book, a fairy tale called The Brown Owl (1891), written for his sister Juliet, at the precociously early age of seventeen. By his twentieth birthday he had added a second fairy story, a volume of verse, and his first novel, The Shifting of the Fire (1892). A career as an author may have appeared inevitable, though Ford had also considered music, having demonstrated skill as a composer. He was to write in increasingly fluid and genre-defying forms, which are perhaps best thought of as exercises in the techniques Ford was to come to call Impressionism, played across the different keys of fiction, poetry, life-writing, criticism, and writing about topography and travel.
Until his mid-thirties, he was arguably best known as an authority on the Pre-Rapahelites. His first book of life-writing was his biography of his grandfather, Ford Madox Brown (1896). Though written impersonally, with almost no reference to himself, the entire work is a testimony to his love for his grandfather, and to how Ford came by many of his deepest aesthetic and ethical principles. The Pre-Raphaelite milieu is also where biographies of him tend to begin. Ford later wrote little books on Rossetti (1902) and The Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood (1907). But most of his reminiscences of his grandfatherâs circle appeared in his first major autobiographical work, Ancient Lights (1911), which thus contains the bulk of his memories of his early childhood in London, first with his parents in Hammersmith, then, after the premature death of his father, living in his grandfatherâs studio at St Edmundâs Terrace in Primrose Hill. (His later book Provence (1935) adds important material about how his London childhood fostered a love of Provence, poetry, and romantic fabulation.)
Ancient Lights was written in 1910 when Ford was living in Germany while trying to obtain German nationality. It was thus, in a sense, the first of his several farewells to England and London and his English roots. The chapters focus on different arts, different artists and different topics. Several were published first in periodicals; and if read there, or by dipping into the book, they might appear as separate critical essays on the atmosphere of late-nineteenth-century literary London (âGloom and the Poetsâ), Anarchists, the press, musicians, or eminent individual Victorian painters or writers such as Holman Hunt, Madox Brown or Christina Rossetti. But Ford prefaced the book with a ten-page âDedicationâ to his daughters, which makes something strikingly different of it. First, by arguing that he had discovered he had only âgrown upâ recently, when he realised he was forgetting his childhood, he frames his reminiscences as being as much about that childhood as their ostensible subjects. This duality, whereby Fordâs writing about others reflects qualities of himself, and vice-versa, was fundamental to most of his writing. As he puts it here, he has always been interested in âthe subject, not so much of myself, as in how far the rest of humanity seem to themselves to resemble meâ.5 The bookâs full title â Ancient Lights and Certain New Reflections: Beingthe Memories of a Young Man â captures the duality precisely. âAncient lightsâ are windows protected by law from being obstructed by new buildings. Fordâs are thus the towering artistic luminaries â âthose terrible and forbidding things â the Victorian great figuresâ (p. xi) whose example he describes as oppressive and impossible to emulate. The âNew Reflectionsâ are his thoughts about them, his memories. That image of reflections on a window was one Ford was to use in his crucial essay âOn Impressionismâ (1914), in which he says:
5 Ford Madox Ford, Ancients Lights and Certain New Reflections: Being the Memories of a Young Man (London: Chapman and Hall, 1911), p. 253. All further references are to this edition. I suppose that Impressionism exists to render those queer effects of real life that are like so many views seen through bright glass â through glass so bright that whilst you perceive through it a landscape or a backyard, you are aware that, on its surface, it reflects a face of a person behind you.6
6 Ford Madox Ford, âOn Impressionismâ, Poetry and Drama, 2 (June 1914), 174. On Ford and Impressionism, see Chapter 5 in this volume.
Like that essay, the Dedication to Ancient Lights is also a manifesto for literary Impressionism; and this is the second way in which the frame alters the picture. Ford includes a long âP.S.â âto make plain the actual nature of this bookâ, saying that âIt consists of impressionsâ (p. xiii); and â controversially â that:
This book, in short, is full of inaccuracies as to facts, but its accuracy as to impressions is absolute. [âŚ] I donât really deal in facts, I have for facts a most profound contempt. I try to give you what I see to be the spirit of an age, of a town, of a movement. (pp. xvâxvi)
By way of example, he writes that when he says âthe Pre-Raphaelite poets carried on their work amidst the glooms of Bloomsburyâ, if he were to give meteorological statistics about the number of days of fog as opposed to sunshine it âwould not seriously help the impressionâ (p. xvi). This explanation is offered as part of a humorous defence against pedants inclined to complain about inaccuracy (as Fordâs uncle William, the least poetical of the three Rossetti siblings, did indeed write to the papers to complain). But when we read Ancient Lights in the light of Fordâs definition of Impressionism, it becomes clear that Impressionism too is one of its reflected subjects as much as its technique.7 Because Fordâs veracity is frequently impugned, it is important to be clear about exactly how he handles questions of accuracy or truth. Though the Dedication might sound as if he simply distorts or exaggerates tacitly in the rest of the text, and only attaches the defensive label of Impressionism pre-emptively in the opening pages, in fact what he does is much more subtle; and characteristic of his method in any genre or form. Essentially, he gives an episode of some extremity, but then immediately complicates it by juxtaposing something contradictory, or which raises questions about veracity.
7 The US edition was titled Memories and Impressions (New York: Harper, 1911). Thus Ancient Lights recounts how Robert Louis Stevensonâs cousin, âBobâ (R.A.M.) Stevenson, publicly delivered a hyperbolic assessment of Madox Brown, as: âthe only real English painter since Hogarth â the only national one, the only one who could paintâ; and pausing before the painting The Pretty Baa-Lambs (1851) exclaimed: âBy God! the whole history of modern art begins with that picture. Corot, Manet, the Marises, all the Fontainebleau School, all the Impressionists, never did anything but imitate that pictureâ (p. 207).8 Of course, such claims are far more sweeping than anything in academic art history. (Though the view of Madox Brown as a pioneer, especially in this picture, of traits popularly associated with the Impressionists, such as painting en plein air or giving haystacks purple shadows, is shared by his most recent biographer, Angela Thirlwell.9) Ford was perhaps exaggerating Stevensonâs praise, wanting him to make the case about Madox Brown, that Ford may have felt it unbecoming to make himself about his grandfather. But he complicates it by preceding it with its opposite: Stevenson lecturing him the day before on how Madox Brown âcould not paint for nutsâ and âought never to have been a painter at allâ (p. 207). A cynic might say Ford only mentions this attack to counterbalance the accolade, which is what he really wants said about Madox Brown, but wants to look objective even while reporting it. Yet behind Fordâs presentation of himself as perplexed â as he often portrays himself in the proximity of Victorian great figures â by this contradiction might lie a psychological subtlety: perhaps Stevenson exaggerated his praise the following day because he felt he had hurt Fordâs family feelings. At another level, though, Stevensonâs conflicting exaggerations ...