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HORACE WALPOLE’S
PLAYTHING
JEREMY MUSSON
is delighted by a new account of the story of Strawberry Hill compiled
with the same imaginative wealth of curiosities that characterise the
house.
Strawberry Hill:
Horace Walpole's Gothic Castle
Anna Chalcraft and Judith Viscardi
(Frances Lincoln, £25)
Horace
Walpole's house Strawberry Hill began as a private indulgence and became
a public wonder. He called it his ‘little plaything house', where he and
his friends, who formed a Committee of Taste, indulged a part-serious,
part-silly, love of Gothic. Over several decades, it was transformed
from an anonymous little retreat to one of the most talked-about houses
in England. The public flocked to see it, and no fewer than three
guidebooks were produced for paying visitors, who received, probably
none-too-accurate accounts from his long-suffering housekeeper,
Margaret, who nonetheless grew rich on the takings.
He drew
inspiration from Westminster Abbey and King’s College Chapel in
Cambridge, and called his Long Gallery, with its luscious fan vault
moulded in papier-mâché, richer than the roof of paradise'.
Walpole's little house had a chequered history in later years, and spent
a long time in institutional use, but is being triumphantly restored.
This new book is a wonderful account of this unusual house.
The
authors, both seasoned campaigners for Strawberry Hill's future, have
based it on Walpole's own guidebook - inspecting the house as the
18th-century visitor would have done and bringing together the hordes of
evocative illustrations and fragments that are part of this story - to
create the fullest published account of the home yet written, glorious
in all its colour and detail.
They
have created a cabinet of curiosities in book form that exactly captures
the flavour Walpole himself sought. Even he wrote, in 1784, of the
‘conventual gloom of the inside, which however, when the sun shines, is
gorgeous, as he appears all crimson and gold and azure through the
painted glass’. His house was a place for the imagination to run riot,
and in this lay the magic for all those who tramped to the door in the
18th century, and those who will tramp again.
Country Life, 18th
October 2007
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