A Room of His Own: A Literary-Cultural Study of Victorian Clubland

Acknowledgments

ix Acknowledgments For their generous and able assistance, I would first like to thank Marcus Risdell, librarian of the Garrick Club; Sheila Markham, librarian of the Travellers Club; and Simon Blundell, librarian of the Reform Club. I am particularly grateful for their permission to reproduce the materials from their club archives that appear within. As the writer of this book on nineteenth-century British gentlemen’s clubs, I had many marks against me: an author of the wrong nationality, wrong gender, wrong socioeconomics, wrong century, I was an American professor without any powerful clubland connections. And yet these librarians welcomed me into their archives, in a way disproving the very thesis of this book. I suppose clubs can welcome outsiders after all. In London, I also have debts to pay to Jeff Gerhardt, senior archivist of the London Metropolitan Archives, for his support and excellent suggestions and deputy librarian Jan Turner of the Royal Geographical Society for tremendously helpful leads on Richard Burton and the Cannibal Club. I thank Peter Urbach of the Reform Club for his time. And I am grateful to Ted Sotir, who provided lodging for me on several London research trips and who graciously took me to my first gentlemen’s club, the Royal Automobile Club. Here in the States, I happily belong to a vibrant professional community. My smart colleagues and eager students at Skidmore College have sustained my interest in my topic, and Skidmore has funded parts of the project. My colleague Terence Diggory, whom our department agrees is the “ideal generous reader,” read the entire manuscript. I thank librarian Amy Syrell for helping to make some of my research possible in upstate New York and Mary Wright in the English Department for technological assistance. She will know what I mean by this. To my friend Jeff Goodell, thank you for reading my opening chapters when I felt most dispirited about the progress of this manuscript. And to my fellow Victorianist Deirdre d’Albertis, working on acknowledgments  & happiness with you has changed for the better several of my arguments in this book. I value our ongoing association. And to my best reader, Jim Hill, I owe the greatest debt. He has read every word of this manuscript in all its iterations, even when he thought it was obvious why men leave their wives to spend evenings with other men in clubs. I am fortunate to have worked with Ohio University Press on this book— specifically, my editors, Joseph McLaughlin and Kevin Haworth and managing editor Nancy Basmajian. I am grateful to the two anonymous readers who urged me to refine and expand several of my key arguments. And I thank the editors of Nineteenth-Century Contexts for permission to reprint chapter 5. To my family goes my enduring gratitude. As I worked on this book, I thought often of my father, a Mason in the High Twelve Club No. 629 and a Rotarian (Rotary president, no less) from Elizabethtown, Pennsylvania. Though he lived the associational culture that I investigate here, he was a supportive father to both his sons and his daughters. A fair-minded parent, he, along with my mother, reared a robustly coed family. Ultimately, for him, there was no such thing as a men’s-only club. My thanks go particularly to my brother Merle Black who generously talked Churchill for hours with me at the Jersey shore and who, by means of his training and sheer intellect, has always helped me to be a better historian and a more curious reader. My entire family reminds me that wonder and earnestness are worth treasuring. I dedicate this book to my husband, Jim, and daughter, Mattie, who never tired of returning to Pall Mall and St. James’s with me. They always knew the right questions to ask and, in a striking act of affiliation, were unfailingly interested in my answers. They strolled those London sidewalks with me, as curious as George Augustus Sala about those red-backed chairs, those glittering chandeliers, and the serenely remote men framed by bow windows that had a strange and lasting effect on each one of us. ...