{"id":765,"date":"2006-01-19T22:38:38","date_gmt":"2006-01-19T21:38:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.uncarved.org\/blog\/?p=765"},"modified":"2006-01-19T22:38:38","modified_gmt":"2006-01-19T21:38:38","slug":"la-belle-queste-pour-stewart-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.uncarved.org\/blog\/2006\/01\/la-belle-queste-pour-stewart-home\/","title":{"rendered":"La belle queste pour Stewart Home"},"content":{"rendered":"


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“Smash The Individual!
\nSmash the bourgeois lie!
\nDon’t need this bourgeois concept!
\nDon’t need this I…I…I\u00a0<\/p>\n

Smash The Individual!
\nSmash the bourgeoisie!
\nCan’t you see – identity
\nDoesn’t mean anything to me?”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/em>A friend of a friend introduced me to Nick in a pub back in the Autumn of 2005. Our mutual acquaintances had brough us together because I knew a bit about Stewart Home.<\/p>\n

It emerged that Nick was part of a small subculture of people who were obsessively committed to outing the anonymous author of the Belle De Jour blog<\/a> and book <\/a>. I hadn’t read either of them, but was aware of the “phenomena” of the supposed memoirs of a London-based call girl.<\/p>\n

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It seemed obvious to me that the anonymity and subject matter was a recipe for a bit of literary sensationalism and I wasn’t surprised to hear that various writers and journos<\/a> had been put in the frame.<\/p>\n

Was “Belle” a genuine call girl? Was she even a woman? Frankly I didn’t give a toss either way. Having known someone who worked in the sex trade I found it a bit condescending that people felt that the author couldn’t possibly <\/em>be a working girl and must in fact be part of the literary establishment in order to be able to string a few words together. On the other hand there is obviously a tremendous amount of satisfaction in keeping people guessing and perhaps anonymity would allow writers the chance to let loose a bit instead of pandering to expectations.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Nick was interested in Stewart Home because Stewart was the latest suspect in the Quest For Belle. When I first heard this I thought it was the most ridiculous thing I’d encountered in a fairly ridiculous year. After a bit of reflection I thought it was conceivable, but unlikely (for reasons I will get to later).<\/p>\n

Google showed up an article in The Guardian<\/a> which covered some of the back story and also linked to two “dossiers” which pointed the finger at Stewart:<\/p>\n

The first reads a bit like an expose or press release: \u2018BELLE DE JOUR\u2019 IDENTIFIED AS MALE LONDON NOVELIST, 42.<\/a><\/p>\n

The second looks more like some research notes: Clues that Stewart Home is Belle de Jour<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I wasn’t very impressed by either. Most notably stupid were:<\/p>\n

1) use of “google” hits as a measure of truth
\n2) the fact that the initials SH and the word (gasp!) “home” are used by Belle<\/p>\n

There was some plausible stuff about Stewart I didn’t know in there (see? can’t be much of a fanboy, can I?) and probably some coincidences with Belle that you wouldn’t get if you went into a library and pulled a book off the shelf at random.<\/p>\n

Plus, some outright errors – Stewart doesn’t<\/em> publish the Stewart Home Society website<\/a>, so this can hardly be an example of his lack of “modesty”. Similarly it is entirely false to say that Stewart “created” neoism <\/a>or that he was the “sole participant” in that movement, the Praxis group or the Art Strike 1990-1993<\/a>.<\/p>\n

And finally, some frankly weird accusations:<\/p>\n

“There is also his sexism, which is apparent in the Belle diaries in, for example, his imagining a prostitute to have masochistic fantasies.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Stewart’s supposed <\/em>sexism is not proven in the dossier, beyond the fact that the author feels that Belle <\/em>writes about having masochistic tendencies, in a way that the author of the dossier feels could be sexist, were Belle to be a man.<\/p>\n

And:<\/p>\n

The diary entry for \u2018vendredi, le 30 janvier\u2019 contains a humorous, deadpan reference to \u2018Belle\u2019s\u2019 murdering someone (p.132). This is greatly out of kilter with the content of the rest of the diary:<\/p>\n

“And in such days as these, only a cad would casually throw out a line like ‘you’ve gained some on the hips.’ Which is why I had to kill N and bury the corpse under a layer of permafrost on Hampstead Heath. No jury would convict.”<\/em><\/p>\n

But brutal sex murder, described in a matter-of-fact way, has featured in every single one of Stewart Home\u2019s novels, and is recognised by reviewers as one of his hallmarks.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

which is tenuous to say the least.<\/p>\n

I found Nick to be quite likeable, if a bit earnest. He seemed convinced that if all the clues were assembled in the correct way that the identity of Belle would become obvious. I felt that Belle had all the cards, really. A game… a game in which Player 1 does something and tries to keep everything else secret, whilst Player 2 tries to i.d. Player 1. My position is that Belle will reveal its identity if and when it wishes.<\/p>\n

My feeling is that this isn’t Stewart’s game, but that he must be a dream come true for people on some kind of literary grail quest for fixed “meaning”. As long as he refuses to be pinned down, the quest can continue.<\/p>\n

I wondered if the conversation with Nick would get into topics like Oi music or the left-communist influences on the Situationist International, but we stayed firmly on authorial literary ground. Nick would tell me about one of his fellow Belle-hunters and then add quickly “that’s not his real name”. There was whiff of great adventures – secrets, dossiers, false leads, heroes and villains, a battle of mental agility. And, at its climax, some sort of notoriety if you uncover “the truth”.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Finding Stewart Home as part of this process must have been a total headfuck because there’s so much material, so much complexity, that it’s impossible to get to grips with in one sitting. I’ve been reading most of his stuff since seeing references to SMILE <\/em>magazine<\/a> in Vague <\/em>and Kaos<\/em> circa 1987.<\/p>\n

Indeed I’ve known him on and off since about 1989. Not that this is anything special – I remember at one of the Small Press Fairs held back in the early 90s that Stewart would wander down each aisle and end up talking to someone at every other stall…<\/p>\n

I don’t pretend to be an authority on Stewart’s work, or even to undertstand everything he writes about (especially when it comes to art and literature), but I’ve certainly followed his trains of thought over the years and checked out leads he’s flagged up. But then that’s true of a lot of people I’ve met.<\/p>\n

I think my approach clashes violently with that of the belle-hunters. “My” way prioritises ideas, actions, currents<\/em>. Everyone makes a contribution to the pot – people pass on ideas, nick them, use them in new contexts, new combinations. There is no beginning or end, just a process of confusion and clarification. The way I do things, the only aim is amusing yourself, having a laugh with your mates, maybe making the world a better or worse place into the bargain. Oh, and winding people up.<\/p>\n

A large part of this is accepting that nobody “owns” the ideas being played with, but recognising that everything has passed through several incarnations before you “discover” them.<\/p>\n

Conversely it seems that the people wanting to “out” Belle are in love with the idea of the individual who must be unmasked. What people say is not as important as a clue to who they “are”. Identity is more important than ideas.<\/p>\n

I spent some time with Nick talking about multiple names<\/a> like Karen Eliot<\/a> or Luther Blissett<\/a>. This strategy of creating an ‘open situation’ for which no one in particular is responsible<\/em> underlines the stark difference between the two approaches.<\/p>\n

When I first made some notes about my meeting with Nick I wrote that I hadn’t read the Belle de Jour blog, but may now do so. As time has passed I am less and less inclined to read it. Maybe the buzz has worn off…<\/p>\n

If Belle is Stewart then I’m glad because he could do with the royalties. If he isn’t, then I’m glad because he could do with the exposure. His email at the end of the Guardian piece is instructive:<\/p>\n

“My advice to anyone at all interested in the identity of Belle is that they buy all my books and pour over them looking for clues as to whether or not the blog and book might be my work. Personally I attribute Belle to the current anti-social state of social relations. “<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/p>\n

One reason I’m fairly confident that Stewart isn’t Belle is that I know what he’s been doing over the last 3 years or so – I’ve had conversations with him throughout the period concerned. Prolific as he is, it seems unlikely that he’d be able to pull off such a huge scam alongside everything else.<\/p>\n

For example every time we’ve talked, he has kept me posted with recent developments about his research into his mother, Julia Callan-Thompson<\/a>. Stewart was adopted shortly after his birth and the vagaries and bureaucracy of the British legal system prevented him from discovering his biological mother’s identity until recently. Piecing together the puzzle of her less than straightforward life story must have been hugely time-consuming, especially when you consider that she died 25 years ago.<\/p>\n

Stewart’s discoveries have formed the basis of Tainted Love<\/em><\/a> (Virgin \u00a37.99), which was the first book I read in 2006.<\/p>\n

Tainted Love<\/em> is a novelisation of the documents and anecdotes Stewart has managed to track down relating to his mother. This will obviously lead to some speculation as to what is “fact” and what is “fiction” (Stewart himself has desribed it as “thinly fictionalised”). Some reviewers have even gone as far as suggesting that the entire thing is (yawn) some kind of “situationist hoax” (why is that the SI are only ever seen as jolly student japers in some quarters?). Of course (as Stewart might say) fact is often stranger than fiction.<\/p>\n

What is probably beyond doubt is that Julia Callan-Thompson worked as a hostess in various clubs in sixties London, which lead her into the whole “swinging sixties” subculture (as the “scene” was actually fairly small, contrary to its media image now).<\/p>\n

This means that, fact or fiction, the story is a simultaneously humorous and bleak look at the legend of the 60s from an angle which is not normally given much attention. Lennon, Brian Jones and R.D. Laing make appearances in ways which should give some pause for thought for anyone who has bought into their legends. But this is not another kiss and tell offering for readers of Q Magazine<\/em> and Mojo<\/em>. More attention is paid to genuine underground characters like Alexander Trocchi<\/a> (who had connections with the Situationists and has previously featured in issues of SMILE – some irony there) and Michael X<\/a>.<\/p>\n

The dark side of the 60s is expressed fully by the Krays and bent rapist cops, and by “Jilly’s” descent into heroin addiction after being forced to give away her son. As with Julia, “Jilly’s” death is surrounded by some worrying unanswered questions. The book begins and ends with some commentary by “Jilly’s” son “Lloyd O’Sullivan”.<\/p>\n

I found the novel thoroughly enjoyable, and the back story pretty disturbing. I would thoroughly recommend it for both those reasons.<\/p>\n

Also well worth checking is Tainted Love – The Art Rock Oedipal Folk Beat Mod Radio Show<\/a>. An mp3 download of a Resonance FM radio show. It is a collaboration between Stewart Home and Nigel Ayers<\/a> (of Nocturnal Emissions fame). Stewart provides text, Nigel reworks “folk tunes and hippie freakouts of yesteryear” into an excellent looping sound collage.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“Smash The Individual! Smash the bourgeois lie! Don’t need this bourgeois concept! Don’t need this I…I…I\u00a0 Smash The Individual! Smash the bourgeoisie! Can’t you see – identity Doesn’t mean anything to me?” A friend of a friend introduced me to Nick in a pub back in the Autumn of 2005. Our mutual acquaintances had brough …<\/p>\n

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