{"id":6399,"date":"2016-03-15T13:46:09","date_gmt":"2016-03-15T13:46:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?p=6399"},"modified":"2016-03-15T13:46:09","modified_gmt":"2016-03-15T13:46:09","slug":"reconstructing-domestic-soundscapes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?p=6399","title":{"rendered":"Reconstructing Domestic Soundscapes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am working on a new commission for the Charles Dickens Museum called \u201cHearing Catherine\u201d. This is an ACE Grants for the Arts funded project which will run alongside the Charles Dickens Museum\u2019s 2016 special exhibition &#8220;The Other Dickens\u201d. For the project I\u2019m composing six special sound pieces designed to represent Catherine Dickens &#8211; Charles&#8217;s wife &#8211; in the London house in which the Dickens family lived between 1837 &#8211; 1839. The compositions will be installed throughout the building in appropriate locations and I am really enjoying working on them.<\/p>\n<p>To say that Catherine lived in the shadow of her infamous husband is so obvious it barely merits saying; add to this the narrow range of self-expression granted to respectable middle-class Victorian ladies and the fact that Charles burned all Catherine\u2019s letters to him following their separation, and it becomes clear that sonically retrieving Catherine from the past will be a partial and fragmentary exercise, littered with silences as well as with sounds. However, for me that only makes the endeavour more necessary. <\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_6402\" style=\"width: 960px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-6402\" data-attachment-id=\"6402\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?attachment_id=6402\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5727.jpg?fit=950%2C634\" data-orig-size=\"950,634\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;orporation&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1458092728&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;800&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.033333333333333&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"The Other Dickens\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;The Other Dickens by Lillian Nayder; Victorian London&amp;#8217;s Middle-Class Housewife &amp;#8211; what she did all day by Yaffa Draznin and Dinner for Dickens by Susan M. Rossi Wilcox&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5727.jpg?fit=950%2C634\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5727.jpg?resize=950%2C634\" alt=\"The Other Dickens by Lillian Nayder; Victorian London&#039;s Middle-Class Housewife - what she did all day by Yaffa Draznin and Dinner for Dickens by Susan M. Rossi Wilcox\" width=\"950\" height=\"634\" class=\"size-large wp-image-6402\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5727.jpg?w=950 950w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5727.jpg?resize=768%2C513 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 950px) 100vw, 950px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-6402\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The Other Dickens by Lillian Nayder; Victorian London&#8217;s Middle-Class Housewife &#8211; what she did all day by Yaffa Draznin and Dinner for Dickens by Susan M. Rossi Wilcox<\/p><\/div>\n<p>In the chapter \u201cReconstructing Catherine\u201d in her magnificent tome \u201c<a href=\"http:\/\/www.bookdepository.com\/The-Other-Dickens-Professor-Lillian-Nayder\/9780801477942?a_aid=FelicityVFord\" target=\"_blank\">The Other Dickens<\/a>\u201d <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bates.edu\/english\/faculty\/nayder-lillian-r\/\" target=\"_blank\">Lillian Nayder<\/a> writes about her motivations for researching the life of Catherine in an explanation that really resonates with me;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Rather than search for an \u201cessential\u201d Catherine Dickens, this book considers how she presented herself to the world, constructing and reconstructing her own identity while also being constructed by others. It looks at her from an array of vantage points, acknowledging discrepancies rather than seeking to obscure them, and approaching selfhood as a largely relational phenomenon.<br \/>\nCatherine\u2019s story helps us understand the workings of her culture and ours. For all its notoriety, her situation as Dickens\u2019s estranged wife merely publicized the potential vulnerabilities of all Victorian wives, legally denied properly and custody rights well into the nineteenth century, many of whom struggled to embrace submission and service as womanly duties, as Catherine long did. <\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>I have been thoroughly energised by reading Lillian\u2019s book. It is a rich, scholarly investigation into Catherine\u2019s life, and it saves her from being defined entirely by her marriage to Charles Dickens \u2013 a fate compounded both by Charles\u2019s narrative powers, and by subsequent generations of scholars who have taken <em>his<\/em> word over <em>hers<\/em>. In its thorough investigations into the complexity of selfhood for women in Victorian Britain, and in its respectful examination of Catherine\u2019s life, marriage and relationships, it paints an engaging and well-evidenced portrait of a lively, competent, warm and loving woman with proud Scottish origins and a wide circle of friends. It is then a book about Catherine Dickens, but it has wider implications for understanding what life was like more generally for women in Victorian Britain. It also models some of the scholarly strategies that might be used to retrieve women \u2013 like Catherine \u2013 whose lives are scantly documented, and whose experiences, versions of events and social role are simply not as well represented as those of men. This matters a great deal for the future as well as for the past, because with each fragment of obfuscated female experience unearthed from the archives and given a bigger place in history, the version of the world passed on to future generations becomes a bit more balanced; a bit more equal, by increments. <\/p>\n<div class=\"uv\" data-locale=\"en-GB:English (GB),cy-GB:Cymraeg\" data-config=\"https:\/\/wellcomelibrary.github.io\/configuration\/uv\/uv-config.json\" data-uri=\"http:\/\/wellcomelibrary.org\/iiif\/b18045479\/manifest\" data-collectionindex=\"0\" data-manifestindex=\"0\" data-sequenceindex=\"0\" data-canvasindex=\"0\" data-zoom=\"950\" data-rotation=\"713\" style=\"width:http:\/\/wellcomelibrary.org\/spas\/uv\/top\/lib\/embed.jspx; height:{10}px; background-color: #000\"><\/div>\n<p><script type=\"text\/javascript\" id=\"embedUV\" src=\"{11}\"><\/script><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\/* wordpress fix *\/<\/script><\/p>\n<p>Working on this project speaks directly to the feminist aspects of my practice and to my fascination with domestic spaces as special sonic sites of meaning; in many ways I am reminded of previous projects on which I\u2019ve worked in a similar vein, using sound recordings to explore the texture and materiality of the lives of women in the past. You may recall the soundtrack I produced for the BFI\u2019s release of historic childcare videos \u2013 <em><a href=\"http:\/\/wellcomelibrary.org\/item\/b18045479#?c=0&#038;m=0&#038;s=0&#038;cv=0\" target=\"_blank\">Bathing &#038; Dressing<\/a><\/em> \u2013 <a href=\"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?p=3836\" target=\"_blank\">for which I researched early midwifery<\/a>; or the project on which I worked for Shetland Wool Week in 2013 \u2013 <em>Listening to Shetland Wool<\/em> \u2013 which explored <a href=\"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?p=5434\" target=\"_blank\">the sonic textures of wool in Shetland<\/a> and particularly the sounds associated with the hosiery trade there; and very recently \u2013 <em>The Fabric of Oxford<\/em> \u2013 which explored textile stories in the city of Oxford and reflected the daily lives, labour and experiences of different generations of both men and women (and mainly women) living in that city. <\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/player.vimeo.com\/video\/151760577\" width=\"950\" height=\"534\" frameborder=\"0\" webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/vimeo.com\/151760577\">The Fabric of Oxford | Sonic Wardrobe<\/a> from <a href=\"https:\/\/vimeo.com\/oxfordcontemporarymusic\">OCM<\/a> on <a href=\"https:\/\/vimeo.com\">Vimeo<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>However, the sense of biography \u2013 of working specifically with the memories and traces of one woman, Catherine Dickens n\u00e9e Catherine Hogarth \u2013 gives this project a special intimacy and particularity. It also makes me think about the unique ways in which an individual person sounds as a <em>self<\/em> in the world. <\/p>\n<p>I haven\u2019t yet discovered any direct descriptions of Catherine\u2019s voice; I know she grew up near New Town in Edinburgh \u2013 at sites I intend to explore next week when I am in that fabulous city <a href=\"http:\/\/www.edinyarnfest.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">for another reason<\/a> \u2013 and I have found a voice actor from the same area of Edinburgh with whom to work to give Catherine a voice. However I\u2019m really aware that it won\u2019t be Catherine\u2019s voice; similarly, in consulting various sources, I have found many references on which to draw, but there is no evidence of how she sounded in other ways in her daily life.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_6404\" style=\"width: 960px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-6404\" data-attachment-id=\"6404\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?attachment_id=6404\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20151202_191923.jpg?fit=950%2C675\" data-orig-size=\"950,675\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;6&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1449083963&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.48&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;3624&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.1&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"IMG_20151202_191923\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Silly Joey Muffkins is in the sink again&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20151202_191923.jpg?fit=950%2C675\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20151202_191923.jpg?resize=950%2C675\" alt=\"&quot;Silly Joey Muffkins is in the sink again...&quot;\" width=\"950\" height=\"675\" class=\"size-large wp-image-6404\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20151202_191923.jpg?w=950 950w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20151202_191923.jpg?resize=768%2C546 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 950px) 100vw, 950px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-6404\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">&#8220;Silly Joey Muffkins is in the sink again&#8230;&#8221;<\/p><\/div>\n<p>For example did she, as I do, wander around in her home singing foolish ditties to her children and\/or pets such as \u201csilly Joey Muffkins is in the sink again\u201d (this week\u2019s song in our domestic soundscape); did she crack jokes and was it important to her to make the family laugh; was she a list-maker, reflecting audibly on the jobs requiring to be done or groceries required? Did she play the piano every day and did she also sing at it? How did she move about the house, rustling in the massive cumbersome garb of the nineteenth century; was she fast or slow coming up and down the stairs, swishing as she went? Did she hum to herself, or make little irritated noises when threading a tapestry needle with which to sew? How did she talk to the domestic servants and the cook, to her children and to her husband? Did she have an irritated way of saying &#8220;Charles?&#8221; when she needed to ask him something and he was proving elusive or unavailable? And how precious must silence and quiet have been in a house with all those children and the never ending rota of dinner guests that Charles Dickens liked to entertain? It is frustrating to have no answers to such questions, and thinking of them makes me consider the highly personal ways in which we each sound in the world. <\/p>\n<p>I often sing tuneless songs all over the house to amuse myself and Mark, and I can be very <em>bashy<\/em> when some irksome and irritating domestic task needs doing that I don\u2019t want to do. I talk to my ducks \u2013 \u201cthe ladies\u201d \u2013 in a very calming and gentle voice designed to soothe their demented quacking; I don\u2019t have the television on much when I\u2019m here alone, though I love watching it with Mark, and when I have lovely long phone-calls with my friends I go on a ceaseless tidying quest, wandering round and round the house picking up and putting away things that should have been picked up and put away days before. There are carefully considered sounds that I present to the world in my podcasts, in my art works, in my online presence and in my occasional accordion performances. But those sounds are only <em>some<\/em> of the sounds of me existing and being and expressing my personality and subjectivity. I like the word TURBO, and gratuitously adding it to made-up songs to make Mark laugh; I sing to Mark very often \u2013 sweet, loving songs sometimes \u2013 \u201cwhen I wake up in the morning\u2026\u201d and sometimes not so nice songs; \u201cpoor little Felix had to clean out the recycling bin again, because some monster put a dirty beans tin in there, now it\u2019s gone mouldy, tra la la la la la, what sort of psycho would do such a thing\u201d etc. <\/p>\n<p>There are words that define different eras for me, too \u2013 I like hyperbolae and say the word \u201cAmazing\u201d perhaps more than any other &#8211; but I\u2019ve no idea what fashionable words or slang words or favourite words Catherine Dickens liked&#8230; I also rap Missy Elliott numbers all over the house in my terrible attempts at her glorious accent, and I am afraid I really enjoy swearing which Catherine Dickens almost certainly did not. Charles Dickens is quoted in Lillian\u2019s book speaking about the behaviour of two eminent ladies met by himself, Catherine and her sister, Georgina, in Switzerland. From his words we can infer some of the ways in which Catherine did not behave or the sort of language she didn\u2019t use;  <\/p>\n<blockquote><p>At the end of September the three dined with Lady Walpole and Lady Pellew, who were \u201cboth very clever,\u201d Dickens felt, but who shocked him by smoking cigars \u201cin the most gentlemanly manner\u201d and using language generally reserved for men.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>The sonic freedoms that I enjoy closely mirror my social freedoms; I am free to swear, to clatter about the place, to complain, to admonish the cat or the man or the ducks, to sing loudly, to do housework in an openly grudging manner, to speak excitedly about my day and to rant with authority and at great length. I luckily have a partner who listens to me and who does not wish to \u201cmaster\u201d me in the manner that Charles Dickens sought to master Catherine. It is difficult, examining the facts of Catherine\u2019s life, to see what sorts of sounds she would have made or been allowed to make, or to have felt entitled to make in the submissive position that Charles Dickens encouraged her to inhabit in their marriage. I do not want to fall into the trap of imagining she was completely silent, nor to over-embellish the known facts with imaginary sounds. As in my previous projects \u2013 <em>Bathing &#038; Dressing<\/em>; <em>Listening to Shetland Wool<\/em>; and <em>The Fabric of Oxford<\/em> \u2013 I\u2019m mindful of how the sounds I use in this project will be received and interpreted by audiences. I\u2019m aiming to make sound pieces that will give Catherine a tangible sonic presence in the Charles Dickens Museum, but which will also connect with broader ideas about expressiveness, female freedoms, and domestic soundscapes. <\/p>\n<p>In this project I feel acutely aware of the limitations of attempting to reconstruct domestic soundscapes of the past; the most intimate sounds of self seem to be those of which no audible records survive. Voices from the past often come to us in written documents, but audible speech and written language read very differently; and if there are any documenters of domestic soundscapes past who recorded much in the way of the incidental sounds people used to make while living in their homes and bustling about their daily business, I am yet to find them. I\u2019m reading another book called \u201cDinner for Dickens\u201d in which I am finding some clues as to what dinner parties would have sounded like chez Dickens, but I think it\u2019s unlikely that I will ever satisfactorily know if Catherine sung around the house, or whether she swished noisily or went quietly when she was walking round it.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_6407\" style=\"width: 960px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-6407\" data-attachment-id=\"6407\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?attachment_id=6407\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5567.jpg?fit=950%2C634\" data-orig-size=\"950,634\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;orporation&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1456192624&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.011111111111111&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"IMGP5567\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;Catherine&amp;#8217;s hand-writing&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5567.jpg?fit=950%2C634\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5567.jpg?resize=950%2C634\" alt=\"Catherine&#039;s hand-writing\" width=\"950\" height=\"634\" class=\"size-full wp-image-6407\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5567.jpg?w=950 950w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5567.jpg?resize=768%2C513 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 950px) 100vw, 950px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-6407\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Catherine&#8217;s hand-writing<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Instead I\u2019m looking at Catherine\u2019s surviving letters*, at the cookbook she wrote and published under the pseudonym \u201cLadia Maria Clutterbuck\u201d, a children\u2019s book from which she read to her Grandchildren later in her life, and the compositions with which she would have been familiar through her wide circle of friends and through her father, <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/George_Hogarth\" target=\"_blank\">George Hogarth<\/a>. <\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/250807812&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m also spending some time in the house itself, listening to the groans and creaks of the lovely old floorboards and the beautiful clock that still strikes the hour today as it did in the 1800s. <\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"450\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/250851778&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>I am quiet and thoughtful at these times, and when the natural light is coming through the windows hitting on the old furniture, I do find myself wondering if I am looking at the very same view that Catherine might once have seen, and in what context she would have been standing where I am standing.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_6408\" style=\"width: 960px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-6408\" data-attachment-id=\"6408\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?attachment_id=6408\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5617.jpg?fit=950%2C601\" data-orig-size=\"950,601\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;orporation&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1456204069&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;1600&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.0055555555555556&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"IMGP5617\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;The view from one of the landings in the house in which Charles and Catherine lived together from 1837 &amp;#8211; 1839&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5617.jpg?fit=950%2C601\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5617.jpg?resize=950%2C601\" alt=\"The view from one of the landings in the house in which Charles and Catherine lived together from 1837 - 1839\" width=\"950\" height=\"601\" class=\"size-full wp-image-6408\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5617.jpg?w=950 950w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5617.jpg?resize=768%2C486 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 950px) 100vw, 950px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-6408\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The view from one of the landings in the house in which Charles and Catherine lived together from 1837 &#8211; 1839<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Also, last week I stayed in a house in Shrewsbury with a working Victorian range to understand the textures and sounds that would have fuelled the Dickens\u2019s dinner parties and entertainments with glittering, coal-fired heat; and I am chasing up the inventory of Catherine\u2019s worldly possessions from the sale of her estate in 1879, to see what sorts of books were in her library, and whether any sonic clues as to how she spent her time in the home might be found there. <\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_6410\" style=\"width: 960px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-6410\" data-attachment-id=\"6410\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?attachment_id=6410\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20160314_162744.jpg?fit=950%2C1322\" data-orig-size=\"950,1322\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;2&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;6&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1457972864&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;4.48&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;739&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.05&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"IMG_20160314_162744\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;The catalogue of the estate sale following Catherine Dickens&amp;#8217;s death&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20160314_162744.jpg?fit=512%2C713\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20160314_162744.jpg?resize=950%2C1322\" alt=\"The catalogue of the estate sale following Catherine Dickens&#039;s death\" width=\"950\" height=\"1322\" class=\"size-full wp-image-6410\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20160314_162744.jpg?w=950 950w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20160314_162744.jpg?resize=503%2C700 503w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20160314_162744.jpg?resize=768%2C1069 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMG_20160314_162744.jpg?resize=512%2C713 512w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 950px) 100vw, 950px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-6410\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The catalogue of the estate sale following Catherine Dickens&#8217;s death<\/p><\/div>\n<p>Catherine\u2019s commanding voice comes through in her cookbook \u2013 \u201cstir it quickly over the fire till the butter is melted, but do not let it boil\u201d; <\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_6409\" style=\"width: 960px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-6409\" data-attachment-id=\"6409\" data-permalink=\"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/?attachment_id=6409\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5657.jpg?fit=950%2C597\" data-orig-size=\"950,597\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;orporation&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;1456877029&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;200&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0.022222222222222&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;orientation&quot;:&quot;1&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"IMGP5657\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"&lt;p&gt;The sounds of cooking on a Victorian range&lt;\/p&gt;\n\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5657.jpg?fit=950%2C597\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5657.jpg?resize=950%2C597\" alt=\"The sounds of cooking on a Victorian range\" width=\"950\" height=\"597\" class=\"size-full wp-image-6409\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5657.jpg?w=950 950w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5657.jpg?resize=768%2C483 768w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 950px) 100vw, 950px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-6409\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">The sounds of cooking on a Victorian range<\/p><\/div>\n<p>her loving voice comes through in her letter to the artist Maclise, when she thanks him for the beautiful painting of her children commissioned to accompany her and Charles on their North American tour; and we hear mischief and defiance (and perhaps some skills in mimicry) in her son Henry\u2019s account of her favourite joke;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Catherine enjoyed telling stories about Scotswomen who openly questioned or defied male authority. That much is clear from her son Henry\u2019s account of Catherine\u2019s favourite joke, which centered on such a figure and conveyed \u201ca Scotch woman\u2019s views with regard to the Garden of Eden\u201d: \u201cSomeone had been expatiating to her on its beauties when she retorted, in broad Scotch, \u2018Eh mon, it would be nae temptation to me to gae rinning aboot a gairden stairk naked \u2018ating green apples.\u2019\u201d Catherine\u2019s joke works to the disadvantage of the Scotswoman, whose ignorance of the Genesis story is comical in itself. But Catherine\u2019s humor, like the \u201cScotch woman\u2019s,\u201d is also aimed at the ministerial \u201cmon\u201d (man) who holds forth about the Garden and its perfections\u2026 unimpressed by his sermonizing, the Scotswoman in Catherine\u2019s joke suggests instead that Paradise is overrated and that no apple would ever tempt a woman to fall.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Catherine&#8217;s choice in female friends \u2013 particularly talented young musicians and women who resisted the same paths of constraint in marriage that Catherine experienced \u2013 gives some clues as to the sorts of songs and pieces of music that might populate the sound pieces, and from her tone in letters about her children and the children of other women, I think a loving and interested voice can be found for reading from \u201cA Children\u2019s Summer\u201d \u2013 a book from which we know Catherine read to her grandchildren. <\/p>\n<p>I am frustrated to never be able to know for certain how Catherine sounded as herself in the home she shared with Charles, but in seeking to really <em>hear<\/em> her in the available evidence, I hope to partially reconstruct her presence in the domestic soundscape at Doughty Street. <\/p>\n<p><em>I have written more about this project on the Charles Dickens Museum blog in <a href=\"http:\/\/dickensmuseum.com\/blogs\/charles-dickens-museum\/96659782-hearing-catherine\" target=\"_blank\">a post coinciding with International Women&#8217;s Day<\/a> and you will be able to follow the progress of the project on their website <a href=\"http:\/\/dickensmuseum.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">here<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8230;of searching in the archives for the sounds of Catherine Dickens.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6411,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[648,635,639,637,636],"tags":[3165,3168,3167,2955,1002,2644,3166,3170,1037,3169],"class_list":["post-6399","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-art-projects","category-essays","category-listening","category-making","category-valuing-reality","tag-catherine-dickens","tag-charles-dickens","tag-charles-dickens-museum","tag-domestic-soundscapes","tag-feminist-approach-to-the-domestic-soundscape","tag-gender","tag-lillian-nayder","tag-socially-engaged-sonic-arts-practice","tag-sound-recordings","tag-victorian-society"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/03\/IMGP5588.jpg?fit=950%2C634","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pmise-1Fd","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6399","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=6399"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6399\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6412,"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6399\/revisions\/6412"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/6411"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6399"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6399"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/thedomesticsoundscape.com\/wordpress\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6399"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}