Surely I write not for the hopeful young, A mass of information relevant to Thomson's life and work is published for the first time: the millenialist fervour in the West of Scotland into which he was born (including the first printing of a letter written by his mother at the height of that fervour); the world of the Royal Caledonian Asylum in London into which he was placed when he was eight years old; the British Army Corps of Schoolmasters, which he entered as one of the early recruits of this new institution; Ireland in the 1850's, where he served - and where he briefly befriended Matilda Weller, whose gravestone inscription is recorded; Charles Bradlaugh, the leading freethinker whom Thomson first met in Ireland and with whom he lived in London after his discharge from the Army in 1862; London and the freethought movement, including the periodicals for which Thomson wrote much of his subsequent life; his break with Bradlaugh, and the power struggle in the freethought movement that led to splits and rival newspapers; Thomson's nine months in Colorado, and his six weeks in Spain; "The City of Dreadful Night" and its reception; Thomson's struggle for money to survive, and the difficulties caused by his alcoholism; his freethought friends in Leicester; his death, and the letters of friends that chronicle the poet's last days as they try to keep in touch with him. Two Reviews "Leonard tells the tale with great skill. He does not indulge hypotheses about
Thomson's feelings and motives; he lets the poet speak for himself, setting his words
against a meticulously researched description of Victorian Britain's wars of religion and
the literary and free-thinking alleys of Grub Street. A.C.Grayling: Financial Times
... this is not, in the end, a terrible story. Places of the Mind begins with a quotation from Swedenborg, that unjustly neglected visionary, and if there is one lesson to be learned from his writing it is this: there is an intrinsic and eternal resemblance between God and man. Thomson annotated this passage on the "God-Man" and the poet himself - this drunk, this blasphemer - had a stronger sense of the sacred than any of his more pious contemporaries. And, even in the midst of all the horror, he was able to give expression to it: that is the real triumph of a life which, to his contemporaries, seemed stricken and wasted. He kept faith with his vision, and Leonard's biography is to be welcomed for the care and art with which it is restored." Peter Ackroyd: Sunday Times OUT OF PRINT: |
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