VIII
War and Death, Grief and Mourning in Modern Britain
DAVID CANNADINE
The history of death in the Anglo-Saxon world during the modern period seems to be well established, at least in outline. The surveys of Ariès and Stannard, combined with the sociological studies of Gorer and Feifel, and the psychological investigations of Lifton and Olson, add up to an impressively uniform view.1 During the nineteenth century, so the argument runs, western society was obsessed with death, whereas sex was virtually ignored. At a time of unprecedentedly high death rates, children were introduced to deathâtheir own, their siblingsâ or their parentsââat an early age. The ceremonial of mourning and the ostentation of cemeteries reached new heights of extravagance: death, grief and bereavement were integral parts of life. But during the last eighty years or so, the position has been exactly reversed. Sex, formerly the taboo subject par excellence, has now been brought out into the open, while death, once the centre of attention, has âbecome shameful and forbiddenâ. Patients now die alone and in hospital, instead of at home, surrounded by loving families, as in former times. In England, funerals are now perfunctory in the extremeâan attempt to deny death rather than come to terms with it. And in America, the same prevailing attitude has led to that extraordinary charade of morticians, caskets, embalming and âBeautiful Memory Picturesâ so hilariously sent up by Evelyn Waugh and devastatingly exposed by Jessica Mitford.2 What was once commonplace has become forbidden; while what was once forbidden has become commonplace. In so far as the history of the western world is the history of the bedroom, the love-bed has replaced the death-bed as the central object of interest and attention.
As well as embodying a beguilingly symmetrical argument, this interpretation enjoys the dubious distinction of enlisting nostalgia in its supportâin the case of death, even if less so in the case of sex. The key work here, to which all subsequent studies are indebted, is Gorer's survey of grief and mourning in modern Britain. For, although his study was of contemporary England, his interpretation embodied a powerful and exceedingly influential historical perspective, which assumed that in the nineteenth century there had been a golden age of grief, in which the carefully structured and universally observed rituals of mourning provided necessary and successful support to those who were bereaved and in need of restructuring their lives.3 But, he went on to argue, the decline of these important and useful rituals in the twentieth century has resulted in a society which gives little if any support to the bereaved. As a result, mourning, rather than being kept out in the open, is now treated âas if it were a weakness, a self-indulgence, a reprehensible, bad habit, instead of a psychological necessityâ.4 Grieving has never been as traumatic as it is in modern Britain. The decline of the rituals of mourning, which had prevailed to such good purpose in the nineteenth century, is seen as a development in all ways to be regretted.
To this interpretation of grief the historians have recently added a corresponding argument with regard to dying. For if grieving in the nineteenth century was successful, death was almost pleasurable. Both Stannard and Ariès, in luxuriant, nostalgic prose, picture the Victorian death-bed scene as âa ritual ceremony over which the dying person presides amidst his assembled relatives and friendsâ, eagerly awaiting the âsweet glory of sal-vationâ and âremoval to a better worldâ.5 By contrast, death in the twentieth century is degraded to the level of âterminationâ, a mere âtechnical phenomenonâ, characterized by âloneliness, irrelevance and an absence of awarenessâ, in which the dying patient is cruelly, callously âejected from his customary social milieuâ, and leaves this world drugged, lonely and afraid.6 In the twentieth century, death is as terrible as grieving is ineffective. Whatever may have happened to sex, the developments on the death frontâat the level of dying as much as at the level of bereavementâare regarded with disapproval.7
This essay, by examining some aspects of war and death, grief and mourning, seeks to argue that this historical picture may be as mistaken as the nostalgia which underlies it is misplacedâat least in the case of modern Britain. It will suggest that the conventional picture of death in the nineteenth century is excessively romanticized and insufficiently nuanced; that it makes assumptions about the functional and therapeutic values of the elaborate death-bed, funerary and mourning rituals which are unproven; and that it ignores significant developmentsâboth ceremonial and demographicâat the end of the century. It will also maintain that the impact of the First World War on attitudes to death has been underrated by sociologists and historians; that its significance was profound for at least a generation; and that inter-war Britain was probably more obsessed with death than any other period in modern history. Finally, in the light of this alternative historical perspective, it will argue that, contrary to both the received view and the prevailing nostalgia, the best time to die and to grieve in modern Britain is probably now.
I
The starting point from which the conventional argument is made is the undoubted ostentation of the Victorian funeral, at all levels of society. The last rites of the Duke of Wellington in 1852 were on a scale of grandeur and magnificence which was never attained before and has never been equalled since. âNothing shall be wanting in this tribute of national gratitudeâ observed Prince Albert, who was responsible for the arrangements; and nothing was.8 Even relatively little-known aristocrats, like the sixth Duke of Devonshire, were made the centre of great pageants, with their coffins extravagantly decorated, and immensely long, solemn and splendid processions. When the fifth Duke of Rutland died in 1857, his lying-in-state was attended by 1,037 persons on the first day and 2,674 on the second, including five labourers who walked twenty-five miles each way.9 In death as much as in life, the aristocracy was set apart on a plane different from that of ordinary mortals. And, although the middle classes could produce nothing to compare with this, the deaths of great civic or entrepreneurial worthies were commemorated with all possible pomp, as in the case of Robert Milligan, first Mayor of Bradford, M.P. for the town from 1852 to 1857, and the founder of one of its great mercantile houses.10 Even members of the working class sought, in death, a level of ostentation which had been denied them in life. âNothing can exceed their desire for an imposing funeralâ, noted Edwin Chadwick in 1843. âThey would starve to pay the undertaker.â Indeed, in that year, it was calculated that of the ÂŁ24 million deposited by the working classes in savings banks, over one quarter represented savings for funerals. As Ariès rightly notes, this was the period in which âmourning was unfurled with an uncustomary degree of ostentationâ.11
Why was this? What was its purpose? According to most authorities, the ritual and ceremonial of the death-bed, the graveside and of mourning fulfilled important functions, giving the greatest possible comfort to the dying, and meeting effectively the psychological needs of the bereaved survivors.12 But this argument, influential though it is, is far from proven. To begin with, the assumption that extravagant ceremony and ostentation helped to ease the prospect of death for the dying is more easily asserted than it is demonstrated. As Lawrence Stone has recently argued, the picture of graceful, peaceful death in the bosom of the family is excessively romanticized. All too often, in the nineteenth century, death was painful, agonizing, even foul and embarrassing. In particular, the all-too-frequent death-bed scenes in which children were the central characters can rarely have approximated to that idealized final tableau in which the Victorian paterfamilias took moving and stately farewell of his nearest and dearest. Nor is it entirely clear that all victims looked on death as the road to glory: the fear of hell and damnation was for many as real as it was horrifying.13
In the same way, it remains undemonstrated exactly howâif at allâthe elaborate rituals of mourning actually helped to assuage the grief of the survivors.14 Olson and Lifton may assert that there is âconsiderable psychological wisdomâ in correct rituals of mourning.15 But the nature of this wisdom remains elusive. At the most trivial level, even the wearing of mourning clothes might be more of a sartorial torture than it was psychologically therapeutic. Contemporaries noted that black veils were âmost unhealthy; they harm the eyes and injure the skinâ. Likewise, black kid gloves were described as âpainfully warm and smutty, disfiguring the hand and soiling the handkerchief and faceâ.16 More importantly, it might be argued that, far from wishing to make exhibitions of themselves by donning yards of black crĂŞpe, most mourners would have preferred to be treated as normal human beings as soon as possible: something which the ostentatious wearing of black and the need to stay apart from society for a year or more by definition prevented. For the excessive concentration of mourning did not so much help the bereaved to come to terms with their loss and make a new life for themselves, but actually robbed them of the will to recover, and condemned them to spend their remaining years more obsessed with death than was either necessary or healthyâas exemplified most spectacularly in the case of Queen Victoria. When Dr Watson's wife died, Sherlock Holmes told him that âwork is the best antidote to sorrowâ, and his scepticism of the assumed efficacy of conventional modes of mourning is one which merits further attention.17
In other words, it is arguable that the Victorian celebration of death was not so much a golden age of effective psychological support as a bonanza of commercial exploitation. The elaborate funerary and mourning rituals were more an assertion of status than a means of assuaging sorrow, a display of conspicuous consumption rather than an exercise in grief therapy, from which the chief beneficiary was more likely to be the undertaker than the widow. Indeed, in both its extravagance and its ineffectiveness, the English way of death in the nineteenth century may most plausibly be seen as the direct precursor of the American way of death in the twentieth. Then, in England, as now in America, the bereaved were pestered by undertakers whose main aim was to make as much money as possible. The yards of crepe which mourning etiquette required were of more importance in making the fortunes of firms like Courtaulds than they were in comforting the bereaved. The whole obsessive paraphernalia of mourning pin cushions, mourning brooches, mourning aprons, mourning lockets, mourning necklaces, mourning earrings, mourning parasols, mourning handkerchiefs and even mourning bathing costumes, were more a cause of financial anxiety to the bereaved than a source of emotional solace.18 âThe terror of inevitable expenseâ was a very real thr...