I learned that week, in love and swears, that the earlier times I’d been back had not been true returns, just ghostly half-measures, memory dreaming flesh at half gravity. Now I was sore and heavy and bogged in chairs. I lifted nothing but my long frame, with my wrists; I walked hard stomps, I extended all the way in itch and muscle-twist and cloth-rub from the head I’d lived in to the feet that had been my far limits, and from the first I knew no counter-prayer, no horror, nothing would bring my null-body back. It was gone forever. The limelight goes off me with it. We went on living: Joe got married next year, which filled his dimples with grins. Lou went to high school. I backed Norrie when I’d make extra cash and some people picked I was different. Not up inyour point-shoes, Fred? as Ron asked me, getting back into his, from the war. Later on we travelled - 1paid to sleep! - and people died of old age. But there’s too much in life: you can’t describe it.
ELA IN E F E IN ST E IN IN CONVERSATION
w ith M ic h a e l S c hm id t
During a visit to Manchester in June 1997, the poet, novelist, translator and biographer Elaine Feinstein was interviewed at the University by Michael Schmidt about her new collection Daylight.
M ICHAEL SCHM ID T I want to talk to you first about origins. There is a strong Russian element obviously in your poetry, but there's also Russian blood in your veins, isn’t there?
ELAINE FEIN STEIN Russian Jewish blood, I have to say. All four grandparents were Russian Jews, who came from Odessa. I know a bit about the grandfathers, and about one of the grandmothers. The grandfather on my father’s side was well-read in Rabbinic literature, and had been trained at a Yeshiva in Odessa. He could also speak five languages, and write in most of them. But over here he worked in the wood trade. So did all his children, including one o f my aunts. This was fortunate for my grandfather ; he was able to go off and study, while the rest o f the family got on with the hard business o f earning a living. As a result, my own father left school at twelve. My other grandfather was much sharper. He wasn’t an intellectual, he was a glass merchant, but he made a great deal of money, so his sons went to university, two o f them indeed to Cambridge.
Did hisfam ily remain Orthodox Jews?
Not in the least. My mother’s brothers were socialists, and militantly atheist. On my father’s side of the family, however, they did by and large. My father was Orthodox. Perhaps not by contemporary standards, but he was a believer. No one would regard him as Orthodox today.
Did your father know Russian?
You were born in Bootle, and brought up in Leicester. What were they doing in Bootle?
My mother would probably never have married my father if it hadn’t been for the First World War, which eliminated a whole generation o f possible husbands for her. He was handsome, ebullient, good-natured and in one o f his prosperous periods, but my grandfather disapproved of him intensely. She was allowed to marry him, I suspect, only because she was already twenty nine. I was born in Arundel Avenue, which is a fairly pleasant street in Bootle, after they were married. We moved to Leicester in my first year. T ha t was a bad time for the North, particularly for Liverpool - a lot o f unemployment and not much trade - and Leicester had very diverse industry. My father was always enterprising. He wasn’t a great businessman, though. He was too uncalculating. Not to say extravagant.
And your mother?
She was a pretty woman. But rather a timid one. She was crushed, I think, because her rhesus negative blood killed all the children she conceived after me. I remember her being taken off in an ambulance. Or having to rest in the afternoons. But it was she who taught me to read, and she loved books.
Did she feel later on, like Mrs Hardy, that it was a misalliance? That she had married beneath her somewhat?
No, she adored my father. She sometimes tried to make him more polite, less inhibited.
Was it the Jewish community you moved into in Leicester or a general community?
No. My grandfather o f course had books in Russian but his preferred language was Yiddish and anyway he could speak English. My father spoke Yiddish which he enjoyed.
And do you speak Yiddish as well? Or is it afading element?
Key phrases remain. Shrugs. Insults. Jokes. I ’m not a good linguist. I ’m not a Russianist, for instance. I ’m a very nervous Russian speaker.
We were very much part o f the Jewish community. In fact my father was President of the Synagogue. Largely through my mother, who did all the background administrative work, while he sat in his seat with his top hat and enjoyed being President. They attended the Synagogue on all the Festivals. While I was living in Leicester I used to accompany them. It was fun. I had a lot of cousins living in the same town and they all went as well. Children d idn’t have to pray. We used to go outside and chatter.
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