SUBURBAN SURREAL

So close, and yet so far out!
Dylan in The Magic Roundabout


Crediton Hill, West Hampstead. Photo by EP

Our (Kathleen’s and my) research rambles through West Hampstead’s past have taken a surreal turn this week, proving yet again the human spirit’s power to transcend nineteenth-century brick-built terraced conformity. The tree-lined Crediton Hill, photographed above, with its rather grand houses and its air of leisured respectability, has, in the course of the last hundred years, been a refuge and home to pioneering surrealists in virtually every medium.
Perhaps the first was the experimental poet David Gascoyne who spent the most formative moments of his childhood and adolescence at the house of his godmother Florence Mole in Crediton Hill, a house he remembered being ‘full of objets d’arts and Victorian watercolours and Meissen china’, and his window onto the cosmopolitan delights of London. Gascoyne’s first and only full-length novel, Opening Day, written at the tender age of sixteen, is a semi-autobiographical stream-of-consciousness account, after the manner of Joyce’s Ulysses, of a day in the life of a young literary aspirant. In it he recalls going to stay with his grandmother in West Hampstead (clearly modelled on Miss Mole of Crediton Hill).
At a similarly precocious age, Gascoyne published a collection of his early surrealist work and translations of French surrealists, and in June 1936, two months before I was born, he helped to organize the First International Surrealist Exhibition at the New Burlington Galleries in London. 
The First International Surrealist Exhibition. 
Gascoyne and Salvador Dali are standing second and third from the left.
On this occasion Salvador Dali, wanting to show that he was ‘plunging deeply into the human mind’, attempted to deliver a lecture wearing a deep-sea diving suit. After a few minutes it became clear that he was near asphyxiation and he had to be prised out of the helmet by Gascoyne with a pair of pliers. 
Dali in his diving suit
      Dali tried cocking a snoot
      Adorned in a deep diving suit
      Nearly drowned but not drenched
      By pliers was wrenched –
      And set free … was his point rather moot?

This incident may have subconsciously influenced Gascoyne’s depiction, that same year, of the classical hero Perseus, dressed in an iron lung, rescuing Andromeda from a school of seals.

Perseus and Andromeda (1936). Mixed media on paper.
Tate Collection
In the 1970s, Crediton Hill was the home of Eric Thompson (father of actresses Emma and Sophie and husband of Phyllida Law), the inspired writer and narrator of the cult children’s television series The Magic Roundabout. The series was created in France under the title Le Manège enchanté. The BBC version, presented in five-minute episodes before the early-evening news, used the original French animation footage with entirely new scripts devised by Thompson. Its surreal style, quirky characters (including a guitar–playing rabbit named after Bob Dylan) and slightly psychedelic overtones appealed to both children and adults.
Still living in Crediton Hill, and in his ninety-fifth year, is Charles Chilton, a producer of The Goon Show, perhaps the apotheosis of British surrealism, with its outrageous, unpredictable cartoons in sound. First broadcast on the BBC Home Service over sixty years ago, the Goons have been the subject of at least two surrealistic studies, one in French (by Jacques Brunius), the other in English (by J. H. Matthews). Of Spike Milligan, the latter says: ‘His work takes on, in Breton’s enthusiastic phrase, “great hallucinatory value” in that his use of language offers us “a succession of vertiginous verbal equations” leading to solutions that evade rational limitations.’
The Goons. Photo by Bryan Wharton, 1968.
National Portrait Gallery
Chilton’s other forays into the surreal include the sci-fi trilogy Journey into Space, which he wrote and produced for the BBC Light Programme in the mid-1950s, and which can claim Stephen Hawking as a fan, and Oh! What a Lovely War, a show that began life as a radio play and, in its final form, told the story of the First World War as a series of end-of-the-pier sketches. 
I leave you with the latest version of my ‘Allegory of Acquaintance’, a painting inspired not by Surrealism but by Titian – although Titian’s ‘Perseus and Andromeda’ in the Wallace Collection was at least partly the inspiration for Gascoyne’s surrealist interpretation of the myth, and my encounters with Captain Cox, formerly of the Bengal Lancers, may be said to have had touches of the surreal.

6 thoughts on “SUBURBAN SURREAL”
  • Christine

    You have convinced me to do a walking tour of West Hampstead with your blogs as my guide when (if?) I next get to London! Please offer up a map!

  • Anne Higgins

    Interesting post on the Surrealists who once lived in your neighborhood!
    I visited London three times: in 1970, 72, and 76. Am yearning to return. Thanks for this glimpse.

  • Bradley Brown

    Fred Gaisberg http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fred_Gaisberg
    who began working in the recording industry in America as a young man, becoming a pioneer of early recording, and also worked as piano accompanist. In 1898, he joined the Gramophone Company in England as its first recording engineer. In 1902, he recorded music sung by the tenor Enrico Caruso for Victor, and the recordings became a sensation. By 1921, Gaisberg was artistic director of HMV's international artistes department. He lived at 42 Crediton Hill and is buried in Hampstead Cemetery

  • Madam Miaow

    Thank you for your interesting tour.

    I've always loved Crediton Hill for the wonderful architecture but wasn't aware that it had a rich cultural history. They're also great houses because the east side backs onto the open space of the sports fields with Hampstead rising beyond that.

  • Patricia Stoner

    Hysterical limerick. I think Dali would be pleased in a surreal sense that a Bible, full of his own illustrations was presented to the president of Slovakia from the Archbishop. The Archbishop said it was a work of art because it not only had the pictures, but also was encrusted with gems. Wonder why they bothered with the text?

  • Candida Ridler

    The photo of the artists gathered at the 1936 Surrealist Exhibition, London does not shoe David Gascoyne next to Dali. The chap next to Dali is Ruthven Todd. It was not pliers that Gascoyne used to try an release Dali from his diving suit but a spanner .

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