remarkable women in extraordinary circumstances
“Rappaport is a meticulous historian, seeking out forgotten and neglected sources and discovering new strands to old stories.”
LANCASHIRE EVENING POST
In recent years there has been regular discussion about the difficulties of writing women’s history and how some female historians have felt compelled to stick to writing about the wives, lovers and mistresses of much more famous men, for lack of sufficient good material on lesser known female subjects.
The problem for anyone wanting to write women’s history is, of course, that in a world dominated by men until the 20th century, we are faced with a desperate shortage of primary sources, especially pre 1700. With the best will in the world it is hard to tell the stories of non-aristocratic women in this earlier period. As a result, a glut of Medieval and Tudor women’s history has led to David Starkey’s now notorious complaint that women historians have subjugated the story of the ‘much more important men’, such as his own favourite Henry VIII, to that of his far less significant wives. History, he claims, is being ‘feminised’.
Rather than compete in the arena of already well known women – pace Queen Victoria, one of the few about whom there always seem to be new things to say – it has always been my objective to try and uncover new and lost women’s history by searching for intriguing and untold stories from the footnotes. This was my objective with my first trade book in 2007. I had fallen in love with history when learning about the Crimean War at school and had always wanted to write about it.
But it is a subject dominated by military histories written by men. I was not interested in the war per se: I wanted to look at the human, behind the scenes story. So I set out to explore the experiences of the many women who had followed the army to Crimea in 1854–6 as wives, nurses, cooks and washerwomen. This involved searching for and reconstructing their stories from very scattered and fragmentary sources. It took a long, speculative and exhausting trawl through around 200 books of letters, diaries and memoirs of the war, in military archives, newspapers and magazines, and on genealogy sites. But in the end I uncovered more than enough lost stories of women in the Crimean War to be able to write No Place for Ladies. Writing that book confirmed my passion for seeking out the forgotten women in history.
Once again, I find myself returning to the words of Hilary Mantel:
“I have a general faith that true stories surpass invention, in their twists and turns. I enjoy the research, and being ingenious in what I do with it. I like to see what can be made from a little scrap of evidence, without distorting it. And I like putting my hand out to the dead and seeing who will take it. I think that from childhood I have felt permeated by the past and baffled about the nature of time. Nothing touches me so profoundly as the traces the dead have left; it’s an intellectual fascination but also an emotional pull.”
Yes – ‘putting out a hand to the dead’ – that is what all historians do and I hope to continue doing so in my own small way in order to reclaim more lost women’s stories.
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