Women in Academia in the Edwardian Era: the Real-life "Stellas" - author Clare Flynn guest-posts

I’m delighted to welcome Clare Flynn to the Fictionfire blog. Clare has just published her eighteenth book, The Star of Ceylon. In her novels, she often focuses on the experiences of travellers to exotic locations seen as glamorous or offering adventure, particularly if those travellers are women, and women of a certain era. The Star of Ceylon is no exception: on reading it, I found myself drawn into history and rooting for the lead character, Stella Polegate, as she struggles to find a role for herself in a restrictive and often misogynistic society. Stella is spirited, bright and sensitive yet all too often criticised and repressed. That is, until she meets someone who may have the capacity to see her as she really is…

I asked Clare to talk about women’s education and its role in this compelling and moving story, set in the early 20th century. Readers are already avid for a sequel! Over to Clare:

When I wrote The Star of Ceylon and created the character of Stella Polegate, I was inspired by the story of Philippa Fawcett, the mathematician at Newnham College, Cambridge, who scored 13% higher than the top male student in the Mathematical Tripos but not only wasn’t awarded the prestigious Senior Wrangler title (which went to the lower scoring man) didn’t even receive a degree for her pains. Cambridge didn’t award degrees to women until 1948, just weeks after Philippa died.

But Philippa Fawcett was by no means alone.

The Edwardian period saw a fascinating paradox – women were gaining unprecedented access to university education yet remained largely barred from academic careers and recognition. Neither Oxford nor Cambridge awarded degrees to women even though they reluctantly allowed them to attend and follow the same courses as men. Stella Polegate would have been part of a generation caught between possibility and frustration. It’s painful imagining how dreadful it must have been to be pushed to the sidelines while watching men of inferior intellect wearing the laurels.

Herta Ayrton - Bain News Service (publisher), Public Domain, via Wikimedia Commons

Another female participant in the Cambridge Maths Tripos was Hertha Ayrton (1854-1923). Hertha was at Girton, her application sponsored by George Eliot no less. Hertha passed the Tripos and subsequently gained her degree from the more female-friendly University of London – but her forte proved to be physics. She went on to reinvent the arc light – her paper on The Hissing of the Electric Arc gained her membership of the Institute of Electrical Engineers in 1899. She was not permitted to read her own paper to the Royal Society – it was read by a man. Presumably the idea of a woman standing on the dais would have given those fragile male scientists a fit of the vapours. A later proposal to make her a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1902 was denied as she was a married woman. Men were indefatigable in their efforts to keep clever women in their place. Finally in 1904, the Royal Society let her read her own paper, The Origin and Growth of Ripple Marks. Hertha went on to become the first woman (and one of only two ever!) to win the Royal Society’s Hughes Medal – in 1906. So did she at last get that fellowship? What do you think? Of course she didn’t.

As is so often the case, acknowledgement came posthumously. Hertha has her blue plaque; she has been named as one of the ten most influential British women in the history of science; numerous prizes and fellowships have been created in her name – a name which also graces a STEM centre at Sheffield Hallam University, a Portsmouth street, a billion-pound climate change aid fund, and a berth at Portsmouth docks!

Beatrice and Sidney Webb - LSE Library, no restrictions, via Wikimedia Commons

Next up is Beatrice Webb (1858-1943). Though never formally educated, I’m including her as, though she didn’t attend a university, she founded one! Webb, entirely self-educated, became a formidable social and political researcher. She was also an ardent feminist.

Webb had a failed, stormy, four-year relationship with the twice-widowed cabinet minister, Joseph Chamberlain, twenty-two years her senior. The couple broke up because of his refusal to acknowledge her need for independence. He bluntly told her that he would tolerate no division of opinion in his household. It was for Beatrice a battle within herself of passion and sensuality versus her intellectual ambition. If she were to pursue the latter, she must forgo the former. (Funny how men never needed to make this choice!)

Instead, she married the rather unattractive but adoring Sidney Webb. The pair were active members of the Fabian Society, founding the New Statesman and pioneering social causes and policy. Her 1891 book The Cooperative Movement in Great Britain helped shape the cooperative movement. She was responsible for the concept of collective bargaining and an advocate for equal pay. Webb was a co-founder of the London School of Economics. Her pioneering social research work led to many aspects of the creation of the postwar welfare state. Unfortunately, Beatrice and Sidney had an uncritical, rose-coloured view of Stalin, communism and the Soviet Union, and this led to much subsequent condemnation of their weighty tome Soviet Communism: A New Civilization.

At the request of their friend, George Bernard Shaw, Beatrice and Sidney Webb were honoured with a burial in Westminster Abbey. Again – the rewards pile on when you’re dead.

Another victim of the dreaded Maths Tripos is Grace Chisholm Young (1868-1944) who completed it when at Girton – and incidentally for a bet also took the papers for the Oxford maths degree and scored First Class degree results from both! Alas none awarded. She then earned her doctorate in mathematics from the more accepting University of Göttingen in Germany – after jumping through hoops to be admitted. Armed with her PhD, she couldn't get an academic position anywhere in England and had to settle for publishing papers jointly with her husband, though much of the work was hers alone – an arrangement that echoes my character Stella Polegate's uncredited contributions to her father’s work.

In Stella’s field of anthropology was Beatrice Blackwood (1889-1975), a publisher’s daughter. She studied English Literature and Language at Somerville, Oxford (no degree awarded) and returned to do a Diploma in Anthropology four years later (Distinction). She then took a post as a research assistant in the department of Human Anatomy. When, in 1920, Oxford allowed women to matriculate (shame on you, Cambridge!) she sat both her BA and MA on the same day, adding a BSc in Embryology a few years later.

Blackwood was an ethnographical expert on Papua New Guinea, which she visited extensively, thanks to grants from Yale and Oxford. She became a lecturer in Ethnography at Oxford and the curator of the wonderful Pitt-Rivers Museum, sourcing many of its exhibits herself. Perhaps, had she not accompanied her father to Ceylon, Stella’s life and career might have followed a path similar to Blackwood’s.

The Pitt-Rivers Museum, Geni, CC BY-SA 4.0. Creative Commons licence, via Wikimedia Commons

All these women navigated similar challenges to Stella. Each of them faced a battle for intellectual credibility, the pressure to make a choice between career and marriage, and the painful reality of watching less qualified men advance, using their ideas. Their letters and diaries from this period offer poignant insights into the emotional toll of being, as Virginia Woolf later wrote, "locked out" of the libraries and laboratories of learning.


If you’d like to find out more about Philippa Fawcett, see Clare’s post on Anna Belfrage’s blog.

Find The Star of Ceylon here.

Discover more about Clare and her novels at her website.

Books of 2024

Like so many people, when I come to the end of the year I review all sorts of aspects of it: work, family, health, the state of the world — trying not to linger long on the last of these … Of course, as a writer and reader, books are core to my world, whether I’m helping my editorial clients or guiding new writers, or producing my own work. I’ve ended 2024 on a flourish, publishing my first new book in some years – and I will have more to say about that process in future posts. For now, though, this post is about highlighting some of the books I’ve read and liked in 2024. (They are not all in the photo above as quite a few were read on Kindle.)

I read over 60 books and as in previous years non-fiction books made up a high proportion. Quite a few I am not going to mention at all as they were research books for the novel I’m working on and I don’t want to pre-empt that. Nor am I going to pick a ‘book of the year’ because so many were impressive and for different reasons so it is like picking your favourite child! I’ll list them under categories and you can take it as read (!) that they’re all worth spending time with.

Non-fiction and Memoir 

Judi Dench: Shakespeare, the Man Who Pays the Rent, in which she shares her passion for the magic of Shakespeare’s writing and combines that with her memories of a long stage career.

Rory Stewart: Politics on the Edge. Read this and you will want to laugh and cry. You’ll learn how it is a miracle that anything at all gets done in a failed political system like ours. 

Franny Moyle: The King’s Painter. Any lovers of Wolf Hall will enjoy this, a biography of Hans Holbein, painter of Cromwell at the height of his career and of Ann of Cleves, the trigger of Cromwell’s downfall. 

Alan Garner: Powsels and Thrums. I attended an event at Blackwell’s bookshop in Oxford where actor Robert Powell gave wonderful readings from this extraordinary book, a collection of thoughts, memories and opinions by a unique writer, now 90 years old. If you’re interested in language, deep history and the nature of creativity, this is for you. But it is the brief account of the man he went running with that will stop you in your tracks and bring tears to your eyes. 

Fiction 

I’m listing these alphabetically and they are all jolly good reads in various genres. Language and story and character and setting: these are the watchwords for any good book. I leave you to explore! 

Margaret Atwood: Stone Mattress. Read this for the first three stories if nothing else. They are blindingly good, with biting satire of the literary world, ambition, envy, rivalry, dreams and losses.

Jane Davis: The Bookseller’s Wife. I love Jane’s writing for the richness of detail and this one, set in the 18th century, is no exception. High quality research lies behind every book she writes and I can wait to read the sequel.

Clare Flynn: The Artist’s Wife and The Artist’s War, the last two novels in the Hearts of Glass trilogy; both of these novels feature social change and the First World War – often to heartbreaking effect. 

Jean Gill: Among Sea Wolves, the second of her 12th century Viking stories which blend adventure with heart and otherworldliness. She’s another writer who takes extraordinary care with her research but never lets it weigh her prose down. The narrative momentum is unstoppable and the rich range of vibrant characters compelling. The third in the series, Hunting the Sun, is due out in March and I can’t wait to see where her hero Skarfr’s journeys lead next!  

Linda Gillard: Time’s Prisoner. A house with history, where past and present interweave – that’s Linda’s speciality and she doesn’t fail us with this one. In fact reader demand means that she is close to finishing a sequel!  

Clare Keegan: Small Things Like These. Having spent the past few months writing my new collection of short stories I know that the power of short fiction rests in how much lies packed within seeming simplicity, how the selection of the tiniest sensory detail can convey so much. This brief book is tight, poetic, indignant and moving – it reminded me of Joyce’s Dubliners

S.G. McLean: The Bookseller of Inverness. This is set in the aftermath of the crushing of the Jacobite Rebellion at Culloden. (You can read more in my previous blogpost, about the Historical Novel Society’s conference at Dartington Hall in Devon, where Shona McLean was one of the speakers.) 

Alison Morton: Exsilium. This is a novel that gives more background to her successful Roma Nova series and I was gripped by its multiple point of view approach and fascinated by a part of Roman history I was unfamiliar with – oh, and it was tense! 

Elizabeth Strout: Olive Kitteredge. So many of my friends have loved this book and at last I’ve read it and understand why. For sharpness of observation, comedy that hurts and dialogue that couldn’t be more economically powerful, she’s hard to beat.  

Pip Williams: The Bookbinder of Jericho. This is close to home for me, set as it is in Oxford during the First World War – the bonuses being the details of how the Oxford University Press worked in those days and, as in Clare Flynn’s books, the fascination with the struggle for women’s rights in the early 20th century. 

Poetry 

I’m aiming to publish some of my own poetry this year or next. Here are three collections I admired in 2024. 

Jessica Bell: A Tide Should Be Able to Rise Despite Its Moon. This is a powerful, no-holds-barred collection, the theme of which is the tenderness and resentment of motherhood, where roles must be adjusted, resisted, succumbed to. 

Patrick McGuinness: Blood Feather. I bought this one as a result of another Blackwell’s bookshop event. Patrick read the poems so well, conveying wit, irony and loss in another collection that confronts the mother-son relationship. 

Jenny Lewis: From Base Materials. A superb collection, which I’ve revisited several times since publication. She explores, amongst other things, ageing and mortality – particularly from the female perspective. My two standout poems are ‘Love in Old Age’ and ‘For Sarah Everard, and all those who are/were not protected’, a copy of which should be sent to every police force in the land. It is stunningly good and shockingly true. 

As I said at the start, this is not a comprehensive list of my year’s reading, nor is it a hierarchy. I hope that you may be interested in reading some of these too, and if you do, let me know your thoughts!

 

And if you’re interested in my work, well, there’s the new edition of The Chase, with its beautiful new cover and there’s my new book, a collection of short stories all set in France, One Morning in Provence. Now that January’s here, you may be thinking of travel and holidays – you can use it for a bit of armchair travelling in the meantime!