{"id":26,"date":"2011-06-13T23:08:00","date_gmt":"2011-06-13T22:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/2011\/06\/13\/not-the-places-fault-philip-larkin-in-umbrella-magazine\/"},"modified":"2011-06-13T23:08:00","modified_gmt":"2011-06-13T22:08:00","slug":"not-the-places-fault-philip-larkin-in-umbrella-magazine","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/2011\/06\/13\/not-the-places-fault-philip-larkin-in-umbrella-magazine\/","title":{"rendered":"Not the Place&#8217;s Fault &#8211; Philip Larkin in Umbrella Magazine"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-8_mqHthZb8U\/TgSAC20WTeI\/AAAAAAAAAG0\/NwadjGTpaIk\/s1600\/images+%25282%2529.jpg\" style=\"clear: left;float: left;margin-bottom: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"212\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-8_mqHthZb8U\/TgSAC20WTeI\/AAAAAAAAAG0\/NwadjGTpaIk\/s320\/images+%25282%2529.jpg\" width=\"320\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><b><span style=\", sans-serif\">NOT THE PLACE\u2019S FAULT&nbsp;<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<b><span style=\", sans-serif\">Philip Larkin&nbsp;<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">From <i>Umbrella<\/i> (Magazine) 1.3 (1959)&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">Published by <b>Coventry Arts Umbrella&nbsp;<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">Edited by <b>T.C. Watson<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">This essay is from the \u201cObscure Coventry-based magazine \u2013 Umbrella\u201d as Andrew&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">Motion termed it.<\/span>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"clear: both;text-align: center\">\n<a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-jVUwz6fdTWo\/Tt0CXhK9z3I\/AAAAAAAAAYE\/R7uXE2NDPoI\/s1600\/Umbrella+larkin-+1.jpg\" style=\"clear: right;float: right;margin-bottom: 1em;margin-left: 1em\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"400\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-jVUwz6fdTWo\/Tt0CXhK9z3I\/AAAAAAAAAYE\/R7uXE2NDPoI\/s400\/Umbrella+larkin-+1.jpg\" width=\"270\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<p><span style=\", sans-serif\">According to biographer <b>Andrew Motion<\/b>\u2019s book <i>A Writer\u2019s Life <\/i>\u2013 <b>Philip Larkin<\/b>&nbsp;P 500 &nbsp;\u201c<b>Blake Morrison\u2019<\/b>s main recommendation was that Larkin should include (in&nbsp;<i>Required Writing: Miscellaneous pieces 1955<\/i> \u2013 1982) the essay about his childhood, \u201c<i>Not&nbsp;the Place\u2019s Fault<\/i>\u201d, which had originally appeared in the obscure Coventry-based magazine <b>Umbrella<\/b> in 1959.Larkin replied gratefully &nbsp;but insisted, \u201cI have rather a&nbsp;mental block about \u201cNot the Place\u2019s Fault\u201d. In construction it is written as a kind of&nbsp;commentary on the original poem (<i>I Remember, I Remember<\/i>), but this does not come&nbsp;through and in consequence it seems rather rambling. In addition, I think I said just a&nbsp;little more about myself than I really want known. These are the reasons why I should&nbsp;prefer it to remain in obscurity.\u201d He was equally adamant to <b>Thwaite<\/b> and <b>Monteith<\/b>.\u201d I&nbsp;feel,\u201d he told Monteith in November \u201cin some curious way that (the essay) exposes more&nbsp;of me than I want exposed, although heaven knows there is nothing scandalous in it.\u201d&nbsp;\u201cHe was a candidly emotional and autobiographical writer who always disguised his&nbsp;self-revelations or passed them off as general truths\u2026\u2026If he\u2019d opened his book with&nbsp;\u201cNot the Place\u2019s fault\u201d he would have raised expectations about the essay\u2019s which&nbsp;followed\u201d&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><b>About this volume of<\/b> <i>Umbrella<\/i><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><b>Contents<\/b> of &nbsp;<i>Umbrella<\/i> &#8212; <b>Volume 1, Number 3, Summer 1959<\/b><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">LARKIN, Philip, Paul Jennings, R. Bryan Tyson, Ian Lovelock, John Hewitt, Alan Oliver, Taner Baybars, A.E. Burrows, Stephen Joseph, Owen Leeming, and Gerald Morrish) WATSON, Terence.C. = &nbsp;editor.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-u_8E36mUJ9c\/Tffh43fkeJI\/AAAAAAAAAEc\/AXXmlUS1la0\/s1600\/not+the+places+fault.jpg\" style=\"clear: left;float: left;margin-bottom: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><span style=\", sans-serif\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"320\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-u_8E36mUJ9c\/Tffh43fkeJI\/AAAAAAAAAEc\/AXXmlUS1la0\/s320\/not+the+places+fault.jpg\" width=\"216\" \/><\/span><\/a><span style=\", sans-serif\">Published by <b>The Umbrella Club<\/b>, Coventry, 1959. Softcover. Magazine. Octavo. 104-142pp. Stapled wrappers. Lightly rubbed with corner crease, near fine. This literary magazine includes Philip Larkin&#8217;s essay, &#8220;<i>Not the Place&#8217;s Fault,<\/i>&#8221; which he came to dislike because he felt it revealed a bit too much about himself and so was not reprinted during his lifetime. Additional contributions from Watson, Paul Jennings, R. Bryan Tyson, Ian Lovelock, John Hewitt, Alan Oliver, Taner Baybars, A.E. Burrows, Stephen Joseph, Owen Leeming, and Gerald Morrish.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">In this essay though, despite Larkin\u2019s dismissal of it, is some marvellous description of&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">Coventry outside the station in those days \u2013&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">\u201cIn addition to the man selling the <b>Midland Daily Telegraph<\/b> there was frequently a white&nbsp;Eldorado box-tricycle that sold lime-green or strawberry-pink ices at a penny&nbsp;each\u2026.Beside the paper seller was a cigarette-machine, which gave ten cigarette for&nbsp;sixpence and twenty for a shilling (but with twenty you got a half penny back under the&nbsp;cellophane).\u201d Etc.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">Read the full article here in the pdf viewer &#8211;<br \/>\n<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">To Download the above article on pdf click the link HERE<span style=\"font-size: large\"> &#8211;&nbsp;<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<a href=\"https:\/\/docs.google.com\/viewer?a=v&amp;pid=explorer&amp;chrome=true&amp;srcid=0B86kZ7RP6OWKNmJiZWIyZGMtYzM1OS00ZjgyLTg3OTQtOTQwNDY5ZDEzZWUw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;authkey=CJSz6_0M\"><b><span style=\", sans-serif\">NOT THE PLACES FAULT<\/span><\/b><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left\">\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">And the poem itself &#8211;&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><b>I Remember, I Remember<\/b><\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">by<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><b>Philip Larkin<\/b><\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Coming up England by a different line<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">For once, early in the cold new year,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">We stopped, and, watching men with number plates<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Sprint down the platform to familiar gates,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">&#8220;Why, Coventry!&#8221; I exclaimed. &#8220;I was born here.&#8221;<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">I leant far out, and squinnied for a sign<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">That this was still the town that had been &#8216;mine&#8217;<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">So long, but found I wasn&#8217;t even clear<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Which side was which. From where those cycle-crates<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Were standing, had we annually departed<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">For all those family hols? . . . A whistle went:<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Things moved. I sat back, staring at my boots.<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">&#8216;Was that,&#8217; my friend smiled, &#8216;where you &#8220;have your roots&#8221;?&#8217;<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">No, only where my childhood was unspent,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">I wanted to retort, just where I started:<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">By now I&#8217;ve got the whole place clearly charted.<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Our garden, first: where I did not invent<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Blinding theologies of flowers and fruits,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">And wasn&#8217;t spoken to by an old hat.<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">And here we have that splendid family<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">I never ran to when I got depressed,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">The boys all biceps and the girls all chest,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Their comic Ford, their farm where I could be<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">&#8216;Really myself&#8217;. I&#8217;ll show you, come to that,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">The bracken where I never trembling sat,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Determined to go through with it; where she<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Lay back, and &#8216;all became a burning mist&#8217;.<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">And, in those offices, my doggerel<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Was not set up in blunt ten-point, nor read<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">By a distinguished cousin of the mayor,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Who didn&#8217;t call and tell my father There<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">Before us, had we the gift to see ahead &#8211;<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">&#8216;You look as though you wished the place in Hell,&#8217;<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">My friend said, &#8216;judging from your face.&#8217; &#8216;Oh well,<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">I suppose it&#8217;s not the place&#8217;s fault,&#8217; I said.<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">&#8216;Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.&#8217;<\/span><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif;font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\"><br \/>\n<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif;font-size: 12px;line-height: 18px\">&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;.. <\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<\/p>\n<h1 style=\"background-color: white;margin-bottom: 0px;margin-top: 0px\">\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-YJPg5zCVWP0\/Tt0LRi2r2vI\/AAAAAAAAAYU\/b6ai4iimxuA\/s1600\/Untitled+-+1.jpg\" style=\"clear: left;float: left;margin-bottom: 1em;margin-right: 1em\"><span style=\", sans-serif\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" height=\"200\" src=\"https:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-YJPg5zCVWP0\/Tt0LRi2r2vI\/AAAAAAAAAYU\/b6ai4iimxuA\/s200\/Untitled+-+1.jpg\" width=\"139\" \/><\/span><\/a><span style=\", sans-serif\"><a href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/-YJPg5zCVWP0\/Tt0LRi2r2vI\/AAAAAAAAAYU\/b6ai4iimxuA\/s1600\/Untitled+-+1.jpg\"><\/a><\/span><\/h1>\n<div>\n<div>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<b><span style=\", sans-serif\">The City of Coventry: A Twentieth Century Icon<\/span><\/b><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><b>The Coventry Factor:&nbsp;<\/b><b>Philip Larkin and John Hewitt<\/b><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><b>Adrian Smith University of&nbsp;<\/b><b>Southampton New College<\/b><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">This article may also be of interest to you &#8211; you can download it on PDF<\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">HERE&nbsp;<\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.manchesteruniversitypress.co.uk\/uploads\/docs\/s3_8.pdf\"><b><span style=\", sans-serif\">http:\/\/www.manchesteruniversitypress.co.uk\/uploads\/docs\/s3_8.pdf<\/span><\/b><\/a><\/div>\n<div>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\"><b>Extract<\/b> &#8211; &#8221;&nbsp;The popular assumption is that <b>Larkin<\/b> cut loose from Coventry in the&nbsp;autumn of 1940 when he went up to Oxford, and that thereafter he was<\/span><\/div>\n<p><span style=\", sans-serif\"><br \/><\/span><br \/>\n<\/p>\n<div>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">clearly indifferent towards \u2018home\u2019: he never railed against narrow provincialism (living literally at the end of the line, and being the man he was, this&nbsp;scarcely an option), but he rarely displayed anything more than polite&nbsp;interest in a city which was to experience profound changes throughout the&nbsp;remaining forty-\ufb01ve years of his life. Evidence to support this view naturally<\/span><\/div>\n<div>\n<span style=\", sans-serif\">includes \u2018I Remember, I Remember\u2019, but a&#8230;&#8221;<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>NOT THE PLACE\u2019S FAULT&nbsp; Philip Larkin&nbsp; From Umbrella (Magazine) 1.3 (1959)&nbsp; Published by Coventry Arts Umbrella&nbsp; Edited by T.C. Watson This essay is from the \u201cObscure Coventry-based magazine \u2013 Umbrella\u201d as Andrew&nbsp; Motion termed it.&nbsp; According to biographer Andrew Motion\u2019s &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/2011\/06\/13\/not-the-places-fault-philip-larkin-in-umbrella-magazine\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.artsrainbow.com\/coventryartsumbrella\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}