Landskipping is about viewing the view, from the 18th century to the present. From the title (which is the only self-conscious thing about this terrific book) I feared we might be in for a heavy dose of Wordworthishness and ‘the lone enraptured male’ school of writing. But Anna Pavord, along with Kathleen Jamie, Dorothy Wordsworth and Jane Austen, is more down-to-earth than any Romantic moper. Like the author of Sense and Sensibility, she sees both sides of the coin.
Romantic mopers, however, do crowd the early pages. Once a ‘correct’ taste for landscape became a desirable attainment in the mid-18th century, the way you looked at wild places was a way of demonstrating sensibility rather than sense. The practical agricultural reformers only began to assert their influence towards the end of the century; and Pavord, with her Welsh farming background and wide-ranging cultural interests, proves a marvellous observer of both ways of looking at what was once known as the country but now gets called the countryside.
The first part of the book deals with how poets and painters reacted to the awesome sights of mountains and lakes.
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