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A compelling history of women in seventeenth century espionage, telling the forgotten tales of women from all walks of life who acted as spies in early modern Britain.
Nadine Akkerman has immersed herself in archives and letter collections, acting as a modern-day Spymistress to unearth plots and conspiracies that have long been hidden by history.
It would be easy for the modern reader to conclude that women had no place in the world of early modern espionage, with a few seventeenth-century women spies identified and then relegated to the footnotes of history.
If even the espionage carried out by Susan Hyde, sister of Edward Hyde, Earl of Clarendon, during the turbulent decades of civil strife in Britain can escape the historiographer’s gaze, then how many more like her lurk in the archives?
Nadine Akkerman’s search for an answer to this question has led to the writing of Invisible Agents, the very first study to analyse the role of early modern women spies, demonstrating that the allegedly-male world of the spy was more than merely infiltrated by women.
This compelling and ground-breaking contribution to the history of espionage details a series of case studies in which women – from playwright to postmistress, from lady-in-waiting to laundry woman – acted as spies, sourcing and passing on confidential information on account of political and religious convictions or to obtain money or power.
The struggle of the She-Intelligencers to construct credibility in their own time is mirrored in their invisibility in modern historiography.
Akkerman has immersed herself in archives, libraries, and private collections, transcribing hundreds of letters, breaking cipher codes and their keys, studying invisible inks, and interpreting riddles, acting as a modern-day Spymistress to unearth plots and conspiracies that have long remained hidden by history.
Nadine Akkerman is Reader in early modern English Literature at Leiden University and Visiting Fellow at All Souls College, Oxford. She is author of the critically acclaimed Invisible Agents: Women and Espionage in Seventeenth-Century Britain (OUP), and of The Correspondence of Elizabeth Stuart, Queen of Bohemia (OUP), the third and final volume of which will be published in 2020, and is currently writing the definitive biography of Elizabeth Stuart. She has also published extensively on women’s history, diplomacy, and masques, and curated several exhibitions, including the popular Courtly Rivals at the Haags Historisch Museum. In 2017 she was elected to The Young Academy of the Royal Netherlands Academy of Arts and Sciences, and received a Special Recognition Award from the World Cultural Council.
Invisible Agents
Women and Espionage in Seventeenth-Century Britain
Nadine Akkerman
Language: English
Oxford University Press
Hardcover
288 pages
Published: 12 July 2018
8 colour plates & 12 black and white images
234x156mm
ISBN-10: 0198823010
ISBN-13: 978-0198823018
£20.00
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Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
(1893 – 1918)
Dulce et Decorum Est (Poem)
# Armistice of 11 November 1918 – 2018
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Redu, en tant que village du livre, ne peut célébrer le centième anniversaire de la fin de la Grande Guerre qu’en mettant à l’honneur la littérature de l’époque.
L’angle de vue choisi est celui de la poésie née sur, ou au plus près des champs de bataille et des tranchées.
Une poésie européenne au sens le plus large qui balaie l’Europe de la Russie aux Iles britanniques ; une poésie qui, pour exprimer la puissance de cette première conflagration mondiale en son effet sur le corps et sur les consciences, se cherche des formes nouvelles.
En ce début du vingtième siècle le soldat est scolarisé.
Il lit, il écrit : des lettres, des carnets d’instantanés, et de la poésie, qui rendent compte de l’instant d’angoisse, de désespoir, de sentiment d’abandon dans un monde devenu fou.
Ainsi la Grande Guerre donne-t-elle naissance à une poésie de l’instant vécu avec une intensité hors norme par des écrivains devenus combattants.
Ce parcours tracé dans les rues de Redu, les poèmes affichés aux murs du village, en témoignent.
Du 19 mai au 11 novembre 2018
Un circuit de 20 poèmes des soldats de la Grande Guerre.
https://www.redu-villagedulivre.be/fr/
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The true story of twin sisters, Dorothea and Gladys Cromwell, born into New York’s Gilded Age, living lives of wealth and privilege, as told by Dennis Whitehead.
Amid the fervor of America’s entry into the First World War, the sisters volunteered for service with the American Red Cross in France, a country they knew and loved. To French soldiers seeking refreshment and solace in the Red Cross canteen, the identical twins were known as anges jumeaux, the twin angels.
Witnessing the non-stop horrors in the worst fighting in the war, the sisters were utterly exhaustion, both mentally and physically, when they boarded the SS La Lorraine for the return journey home. They had wished to continue their service to the people of France after the fighting stopped but were convinced to return to New York by their brother.
What happened on that ship, on that frigid January 1919 evening, almost one-hundred years ago, is one of the great untold stories of World War I, and the impact that modern warfare had upon not just the men in the trenches, but upon its women and other non-combatants, as well as civilians, that remained unrecognized until the Vietnam War.
Dennis Whitehead: A native of Cincinnati and a graduate of Ohio University, Dennis Whitehead is a writer, photographer, and media producer in Arlington, Virginia.
Shell Shock: Twin Sisters Born Into New York’s Gilded Age Struck Down by the Horrors of War
by Dennis Whitehead
Kindle Edition
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Available for download
Language: English
File Size: 27502 KB
Print Length: 52 pages
Publisher: MMImedia LLC (July 18, 2018)
Publication Date: July 18, 2018
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Shell Shock is the story of the twin Cromwell sisters who served with the American Red Cross in World War I France. Witnessing the unrelenting horrors of war, the Cromwell sisters illustrate the unrecognized trauma wrought upon non-combatants in the First World War. Gladys Cromwell (1885-1919) was a very talented poet.
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Preparation
A time will come when I shall breathe
New melodies to soothe and fold,
Like portions of a mellow sheath,
My sorrow. While my songs withhold
Their tones, I pause before the years;
I gaze on the grey world ; I strive
To clear the mist of doubting tears.
My songs, what music you ll derive
From silence in the time to come!
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
Preparation
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Grief
Exultant whirlwind wrung the branches ;
And the weak leaves were loosed with power.
I heard the pelting dissonances ;
Anguish in the autumn shower.
But living petals now take wing
Like butterflies with dusky flashes;
April flutters her white ashes
Inaudibly, remembering.
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
Grief
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The Actor-Soldier
On the grass I m lying,
My blanket is the sky ;
This feeling is called dying.
No one will testify
They saw me suffer this ;
There s no one passing by.
The wonder of it is,
I m by myself at last
With plain realities.
No one is here to cast
A part for me to play ;
My term of life is past.
No one is here to see
How I can meet and take
This end ; how gallantly
Though the ice that binds a lake
Must weigh less heavily
Than Death to my soul awake.
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
The Actor-Soldier
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The Poet
O tell me, tell me,
How did you drain
Your song to drops
Clear as rain?
What labor, what sorrow,
What sacrifice,
Crystal d your song
To beryl ice?
What burning gladness
Warmed it again
To a vapor sweet,
Clear as rain?
O tell me, tell me,
Melody s price
Is it work, is it pain,
Is it sacrifice?
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
The Poet
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Star Song
There are twisted roots that grow
Even from a fragile white anemone.
But a star has no roots; to and fro
It floats in the light of the sky, like a water-lily,
And fades on the blue flood of day.
A star has no roots to hold it,
No living lonely entity to lose.
Floods of dim radiance fold it;
Night and day their silent aura transfuse;
But no change a star can bruise.
A star is adrift and free.
When day comes, it floats into space and complies;
Like a spirit quietly,
Like a spirit, amazed in a wider paradise
At mortal tears and sighs.
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
Star Song
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The Mould
No doubt this active will,
So bravely steeped in sun,
This will has vanquished Death
And foiled oblivion.
But this indifferent clay,
This fine experienced hand,
So quiet, and these thoughts
That all unfinished stand,
Feel death as though it were
A shadowy caress;
And win and wear a frail
Archaic wistfulness.
Gladys Cromwell
(1885-1919)
The Mould
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De Provincie West-Vlaanderen herdenkt van 2014 tot en met 2018 op culturele wijze 100 jaar Groote Oorlog. Deze eigentijdse, toekomstgerichte en multidisciplinaire herdenking kreeg de naam ‘GoneWest’.
GoneWest verbindt talloze levensverhalen met gedegen historisch besef en ontsluit deze kleine en grote verhalen via muziek-, dans-, theaterevenementen, literatuur en beeldende kunst.
“…because his brother had gone west, raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked, while he was kneeling half-naked on the floor. In my belief such men have lost all patriotic feeling.” Siegfried Sassoon
‘To go west’, een Engelse uitdrukking, die zoveel betekent als sterven, kreeg tijdens de Eerste Wereldoorlog een bijkomende betekenis mee. Het ten westen gaan van de doden, met de ondergaande zon mee, werd aan het geallieerde front meer dan zomaar een metafoor. Britten, Fransen en Belgen bezetten dan ook het westelijke deel van dat Westelijke Front, dat van het noorden naar het zuiden West-Vlaanderen en Noord-Frankrijk doorsneed. Hun gesneuvelden en gekwetsten brachten ze daarmee letterlijk naar het westen toe.
Expo 600.000 beeldjes – 600.000 namen
Ervaar vanaf april 2018 de indrukwekkende land-artinstallatie ComingWorldRememberMe in het provinciedomein De Palingbeek in Ieper.
Deze installatie strekt zich uit over het niemandsland en The Bluff, een van de zwaarst bevochten plekken van de Eerste Wereldoorlog. De 600.000 beeldjes krijgen een plaats tussen drie grote kunstwerken van kunstenaar Koen Vanmechelen.
Tienduizenden mensen uit Vlaanderen en de rest van de wereld hielpen ComingWordRememberMe tot stand komen: samen maakten ze 600.000 beeldjes. Bij elk beeldje hoort een dog tag, het universele identificatiesysteem voor frontsoldaten. De dog tags combineren telkens de naam van een WOI-slachtoffer met de naam van een maker van een beeldje. Elke dog tag verbindt zo letterlijk het verleden met het heden.
Een doorzichtig werk van kunstenaar Koen Vanmechelen biedt plaats aan de 600.000 dog tags. De namen van de oorlogsslachtoffers komen uit ‘De Namenlijst’. Het In Flanders Fields Museum in Ieper stelde deze digitale lijst met alle slachtoffers van WOI in België samen.
Het doorzichtige kunstwerk met de 600.000 dog tags krijgt een plaats in het paviljoen aan de start van het wandelparcours rond de land-artinstallatie. Het verenigt er letterlijk de verschillende nationaliteiten en generaties in de herdenking. Het engagement van al de betrokken mensen maakt van de land-art-installatie een grens- en generatie-overschrijdend symbool van vrede.
Tot eind mei 2018 kunt u bij uw bezoek aan het paviljoen een wandeling starten. Langs een deel van het wandeltraject hoort u op verschillende rustpunten oorlogspoëzie. De wandeling eindigt op de uitkijkbrug met een bijzonder uitzicht over de indrukwekkende land-artinstallatie.
Door het karakter van de locatie kan de volledige land-artinstallatie maar tijdelijk in het provinciaal domein De Palingbeek blijven staan. De dog-tags met de namen van oorlogsslachtoffers en peters en meters krijgen wel een definitieve plaats op het Niemandsland.
De organisatoren streven ernaar om de beeldjes na afloop van de expo op een respectvolle manier te verwijderen. Eind 2018 krijgen eerst alle peters en meters de kans om een beeldje uit de installatie op te halen. Voor de resterende beeldjes zoeken de initiatiefnemers een museale bestemming op verschillende locaties, zowel in België als in het buitenland.
Expo 600.000 beeldjes – 600.000 namen
Tot eind mei 2018
Koen Vanmechelen
Het oeuvre van kunstenaar Koen Vanmechelen is een voortdurende zoektocht naar de universele waarheid van ons bestaan. Met projecten als ‘The Cosmopolitan Chicken Project’, ‘The Open University of Diversity’ en ‘The Accident’, exploreert Koen Vanmechelen de terreinen van diversiteit en identiteit. Hij wordt hiervoor naar inhoud en verbeelding sinds jaren internationaal gerespecteerd. Het werk van Vanmechelen is een ode aan het leven en is bestemd voor de nieuwe kosmopolitische mens. Hij koestert culturele verschillen. Is ruimdenkend. Zoekt naar begrip van het andere. Leeft van constructieve confrontatie. Verlegt grenzen. Is uit op symbiose. Probeert de beladen begrippen ‘identiteit’ en ‘diversiteit’ te herdefiniëren in een wereld die ooit grenzeloos was en het ooit weer zal worden.Een filosofie die perfect aansluit bij het verhaal dat ComingWorldRememberMe wil vertellen dus.
Meer informatie op website: http://www.koenvanmechelen.be & https://www.gonewest.be/
GONEWEST: Artistieke herdenking 100 jaar Groote Oorlog in West-Vlaanderen
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To the President of Magdalen College, Oxford
Since now from woodland mist and flooded clay
I am fled beside the steep Devonian shore,
Nor stand for welcome at your gothic door,
‘Neath the fair tower of Magdalen and May,
Such tribute, Warren, as fond poets pay
For generous esteem, I write, not more
Enhearten’d than my need is, reckoning o’er
My life-long wanderings on the heavenly way:
But well-befriended we become good friends,
Well-honour’d honourable; and all attain
Somewhat by fathering what fortune sends.
I bid your presidency a long reign,
True friend; and may your praise to greater ends
Aid better men than I, nor me in vain.
Robert Bridges
(1844-1930)
To the President of Magdalen College, Oxford
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