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The Missing Ink by Philip Hensher is more than just a history of handwriting. Itâs a history of handwriting and writing implements, a history of education and graphology and a look at how handwriting has figured in the work and life of literary figures such as Dickens and Proust. And because it is all of these thingsâand more!âThe Missing Ink is a whirlwind tour of Europe and America, the eighteenth, nineteenth and twentieth centuries, science and pseudo-science, the elementary schoolroom and literary criticism. That Hensher manages all this concisely, in under 300 pages, branding every page with the same top-notch prose he uses to fill his many novels, is a testament to his virtuosity.
With this book of nonfiction, Hensher demonstrates how handwriting, like all things, is political. As a gay man, Hensher is ultra-sensitive to the ways in which the various schools of thought about how best to teach handwriting have been, at their core, âexercises in control and punitive disciplineâânationalistic, moralistic exercises which sometimes even resorted to the quackery of hand-restricting devices. Robert Schummanâs career as pianist was derailed by just such a device. âThere must have been many more,â Hensher surmises, âwhose ability to write was actually damaged by such horrible devices âŚ just as endless Edwardian women found their internal organs mashed into each other by the stays and corsets of the period.â Hensher is sensitive to social isolation, too, whether it stems from sexuality, from class differences or from level of education. He writes:
Not just the act of writing, but styles of writing, act as little-bombs in Dickens, often connected to self-improvement and ultimate social isolation. When young Pip, in Great Expectations, writes his first letter to his brother-in-law Joe on a slate, he is starting on a path that will threaten to separate them forever. âmi dEr JO i opE U r krWite wEll âŚ
The Missing Ink is also very obviously the product of a gay man in its in-your-face forthrightnessââSpotting psychological tendencies which you know about anyway in the handwriting of famous people is, I have to say, the occupation of idiotsââin its witââSomeone who uses the Greek E probably had an early homosexual experienceââand in some of its diva-worshipping descriptions of its would-be hero:
If this book has a hero, itâs the proponent of child-centered art and writing, Marion Richardson. She was primarily a teacher of art, and fascinated by childrenâs art years before the avant garde turned it into a cult object. She must have been a woman of extraordinary energy and originality of mind.
Later, the author goes so far as to tell us Richardson was âa solid, plain-looking, intelligent woman: Klee would have loved her.â
Hensher, a writer of novels that have often passed the 500-page mark, limits himself in The Missing Ink to short chapters interspersed with interviews he seems to have conducted himself, sometimes in public places, sometimes with other gay men. When one of his subjects veers off the subject of handwriting, exclaiming âWhat a waste,â Hensher asks âWhat?â and the interviewee responds, âDid you see that straight guy?â
But perhaps The Missing Ink is gayest in its interest in obscure aesthetic pursuits, which are often the result of a gay manâs exclusion from more popular pursuits, like sports, like proms or bullying. Who else would come to the conclusion, for instance, that the printing font sans serif
belongs to that rare historical moment when simplification and the shedding of the inessential led, not to anonymity, but to a richer and more resonant character
The early twentieth century was full of such moments, from Hemingwayâs stripped-back prose to the house by Walter Gropius un Vienna that the Emperor complained âhad no eyebrows.â
Indeed, The Missing Ink, is very much concerned with the loss of individuality and characterâa sad phenomenon that has been brought about by, among other things, the dominance of the keyboard. And The Missing Link is equally as concerned with the loss of individuals as it is with the loss of handwriting, and in this way it is informed by the age of AIDS. Hensher begins on a note of lamentation, telling us that he was partly inspired to write the book when he realized that he didnât know what the handwriting of a long-time friend looked like. He comes back to that note of lamentation again and again throughout the book, sometimes angrily, sometimes wistfully, and he ends with death, telling us about a writing student who died. Hensher had this student keep a handwritten writerâs notebook. He felt compelled to see the notebooks again after her rather sudden death. This, however, did not prove easy:
The department in which I worked had created great difficulties in letting me see it at all. Administrators who never met the girl had pretended that it was locked up and could not now be unlocked. Looking at it, I could understand why it has created such nervousness in them. It frightened people who were frightened of literature, and humanity, and the texture of life.
So, in other words, handwriting, which differs from one person to another, reveals âthe texture of life,â but it is increasingly a missing linkâor A Missing Inkâbetween people, so we, sadly, have become or are becoming a society without a tactile sense.
Whether youâll enjoy the The Missing Ink depends. Are you interested in a history of handwriting? And if so, are you interested in a history thatâs informal in its tone and general approach? If so, try Hensher. If youâre interested in a more âseriousâ study, then you can at least try Hensherâs bibliography.
The Missing Ink: The Lost Art of Handwriting
by Philip Hensher
Faber & Faber, Inc.
Hardcover, 9780865478930, 288 pp.