Essex Girls: For Profane and Opinionated Women Everywhere
By Sarah Perry
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'Not all Essex girls are party girls. They can be sages, martyrs, leaders. In her neat and provocative little book, Sarah Perry celebrates their courage and vivacity.' Hilary Mantel
A defence and celebration of the Essex Girl by the best-selling author of The Essex Serpent
Essex Girls are disreputable, disrespectful and disobedient. They speak out of turn, too loudly and too often, in an accent irritating to the ruling classes. Their bodies are hyper-sexualised and irredeemably vulgar. They are given to intricate and voluble squabbling. They do not apologise for any of this. And why should they?
In this exhilarating feminist defence of the Essex girl, Sarah Perry re-examines her relationship with her much maligned home county. She summons its most unquiet spirits, from Protestant martyr Rose Allin to the indomitable Abolitionist Anne Knight, sitting them alongside Audre Lorde, Kim Kardashian and Harriet Martineau, and showing us that the Essex girl is not bound by geography. She is a type, representing a very particular kind of female agency, and a very particular kind of disdain: she contains a multitude of women, and it is time to celebrate them.
Sarah Perry
Sarah Perry is the internationally bestselling author of The Essex Serpent, Melmoth, and After Me Comes the Flood. She lives in England.
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Essex Girls - Sarah Perry
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EARLY ONE EVENING some months ago, I returned by bus to the town where I was born, and alighting in Chelmsford at a stop on Wood Street I found myself attended by Essex ghosts. Some distance from where I stood, I saw a red brick wall stained by efflorescence and surmounted by black iron railings. Behind the wall, beyond a length of grass, I saw for the first time a row of modern houses, which had been built since I last visited. Standing in the dusk, the bus departing behind me, I could read this wall like a manuscript. It is all that remains of the hospital where I was born weeks early in the autumn, not having been expected until winter: I was blue, my father tells me, and a shocking sight. The hospital was demolished thirty years after my birth, and had by then been empty and derelict for years. In a photograph taken before the demolition and published in the local press, a black iron fire escape extends up the exterior wall of a forbidding building, and vegetation is rampant at the windows; it is just possible to make out the white chimney of the hospital incinerator beyond the pediment. On the tarmac, which is cracking open in the carpark, a solitary chair has been abandoned, as if an anxious patient has just departed the waiting room.
But I knew this wall was a palimpsest, so I went on reading, and found – beneath the corridors down which my mother had walked with me in her arms – the Chelmsford Union Workhouse, whose fourteen rooms and infectious ward became the St John’s Hospital; and behind the workhouse an almshouse, which was ‘always wanting repair’; and behind this the barracks that stood on that same ground. Then I thought I saw, in the passages that ran between the modern houses, the dead remnants of an Essex past still going about their business: Hetty Alderson, for example, who in 1893 was sent at the age of fifteen from the workhouse to be employed and beaten by the wife of a cycle manufacturer, and coming up behind her, farm boys from Prittlewell and Steeple, too thin for their scarlet regimental tunics.
St John’s Hospital, Chelmsford, shortly before its demolition in 2010.
Then – I was in no hurry, and the evening was pleasantly dark – I saw, passing without effort through the wall and iron railings, the ghosts of three Essex girls coming out to greet me. First came Rose Allin, with her head wrapped in a length of cloth, and a jug of water in her right hand: she was young and walking briskly, and had in the folds of her dress the scent of burning wood. Then bustling little Anne Knight, with her piercing pale eyes, holding up a white sign, and gesturing fiercely to it: Chelmsford was her home town, and she hadn’t come far. Then – after a minute or two, and with an apologetic air, since she was an Essex girl not by birth, but by temperament – Emily Hobhouse, concealing a slight cough in a fine lawn handkerchief.
As I saw them there, I recalled how late I had come to feminism, and how each of these women had in their way formed my sense of myself as a feminist. I suppose I am not alone in having once been oblivious to what I owed to women before me, and to the notion that I ought to find ways of repaying the debt. I had not been raised to see any inequity between the genders, still less to deplore it; and if I thought of feminists at all, it was with a vague sense of a militant effort which had once been a necessity and was now mercifully redundant. It did not occur to me that the ‘Essex girl’ joke which I inhabited was a feminist matter, and that I ought to interrogate and