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A Passage of Light &
ShadeB Y N I C O L A W H I T E
A STORY ABOUT THE ROYAL ED INBURGH HOSPITAL
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A Passage of Light &
ShadeB Y N I C O L A W H I T E
A selection from the reflective journal and papers of Eilidh Moss,
research student.
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6th June, 2013
Doctor Dunbar, my supervisor, says I have an undisciplined mind.
If I ever get this PhD, I don’t think I’ll call myself doctor like he
does. It’s confusing – you imagine having to keep saying No, not a
real doctor. On the other hand, it’s a good answer when idiots ask Is
it Miss or Mrs? As if your marital state was key information for
paying your electricity bill.
Doctor Dunbar’s right. How did I get on to electricity bills?
To tame my undisciplined mind, he says, I need to keep a
journal. No one need ever look at it but me. The point of a reflective
journal, Eilidh, is to trace your thinking processes during the construction of
your thesis. Research, he says, is a process of recalibration. You start
with a question, then try and answer it, and in answering of it, the
question changes.
I’ve settled on my thesis title. It’s going to be ‘Architecture as
Cure: New Craig House and the Blueprint of Moral Management’
Sounds like a real book. Something to be quoted in footnotes.
But what is my central question? The one that will lead me through
my work. How about:
Can a building make you sane?
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8th June, 2013
This morning I found a great quote from Thomas Clouston,
the man responsible for building New Craig. He was physician
superintendent of the Royal Edinburgh Asylum and a typical
Victorian patriarch – sure of himself, energetic, bearded. He writes
about how – in the late 1880s – he studied all the asylums of the day,
then drew up ‘experimental plans made by me and a patient of mine
who took a great interest in the matter.’
Isn’t that interesting? He included a patient’s point of view.
They worked on it together. I never expected that. And he talks
explicitly about the architecture as part of the treatment, saying the
aim of the design is to ‘secure the best chance of recovery, happiness,
safety and comfort.’
I think I could be on to something.
13th June, 2013
Like all the psychiatrists of his day, Clouston was described as an
alienist. The mad being alien to the well, presumably. His patients
were lunatics. The hospital was an asylum. All these words consigned
to the bin of history. The terms become sullied and we move on,
finding something fairer, like ‘facility’ and ‘service user’. Fair, but not
exactly poetry.
I don’t think asylum is a bad word, necessarily. It sounds like
sanctuary, safety, a place apart from the world’s troubles. Who
wouldn’t want that?
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Photograph ref. RE/PL7/D/011.
View of New Craig House, c. 1895
It is such a huge building that the photograph can’t contain it, and
it tumbles down the line of the hill, bristling with turrets, chimney
stacks and tiny roof temples. A big square tower tops it all. Some
scholars claim it was modeled on a typical country house, but the
scale of it suggests some kind of massive beaux-arts hotel. It’s been
described as Italianate, as neo-Gothic, as French, even as Jacobean
revival. It borrows its looks from the past, but in a way that no-one
can quite pin down.
Another quote from Clouston: “This charming hill had attracted
my covetous attention from the time I went to Morningside. Nothing
more lively than its old trees, nothing more cheerful than the views
in every direction from it, exists in Edinburgh or Scotland.”
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Photograph ref RE/PL7/D/034.
Corridor interior with staff c.1895.
The corridor is elaborately panelled in dark wood, stuffed with
furniture, crystal wall lamps, potted plants, even a wally dog on the
mantelpiece. It does look like a well-staffed mansion here. I don’t
know if that’s a maid or a nurse, that girl in the long white apron and
cap. The woman in front looks like she’s in charge, her stiff black
dress makes me think of the word bombazine. There’s a man with
a moustache in the background, blurred with hurry.
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20th June, 2013
Exciting day. I finally got inside the building for a quick tour. It’s
about to be made in to luxury flats, so this might be the last chance
anyone gets to see it as it was. Well, not really as it was – Napier
University had it for years, the few bits of furniture are blandly
modern, and walls are pasted now with woodchip paper and studded
with exit signs and fire alarm boxes.
I had to try and imagine the feel of the wards, the communal
bathing rooms, the once-genteel drawing rooms. There’s the great
hall, of course, double height, impressively gloomy. The upper
balconies are barred most ornately with wooden screens against
those who might jump off. The hall is where the asylum dances were
held, right up into the 1980s. In Victorian times, journalists would
come and observe the lunatics en fête.
The corridors stay in my mind most of all. The potted plants
and rugs are gone, but the space allowed for circulation is generous
and well thought out. Main passages are divided up into shallow-
arched bays.
Every second bay is lit by a skylight, some round and spoked
like wheels, some with square-paned windows. It reminds me of
somewhere I know, but I can’t place it. The young man showing
me round was in a hurry.
‘All right?’ he said, standing at the end of the corridor. I followed
after, passing through falls of light, shade, light, shade.
The corridors in the other part of the hospital are long and
institutional. The main part of the Royal Edinburgh is a bit like a
town – buildings of all types and ages. There’s a 60’s tower block,
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30’s pavilions, sheds, portacabins, glasshouses. Up here on the
hill, the rose and yellow bulk of New Craig and its surrounding
parkland feel like a country estate, a retreat. Built for the nobility
in a time when such things were thought to be innate rather than
lucky circumstance.
* * * * * *
21st June, 2013
A librarian just told me there are letters written by New Craig
patients in the archives, hundreds of them. I’m suddenly excited
by the idea that I could include patient’s opinions of the building
in my thesis – set their impressions against Clouston’s view that
the architecture would aid recovery.
* * * * * *
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Flat D,
145 Marlborough St,
Portobello
24/6/13
Dear Mum,
I felt very upset after talking to you last night. I felt you were
accusing me of deliberately trying to distress you, when I really
had no idea it was New Craig House you stayed in when you were
unwell. You never talk about that time, so how can I have known?
Think about it.
This isn’t about you at all, this is about my work, which is very
important to me. I can’t just choose another thesis subject. I hope
you can understand that, and that you can see it more calmly since
we spoke. It’s very frustrating that you can call me but I cannot
call you. If you got a phone line in at the croft, you wouldn’t need
to walk to the box in the rain. I worry that if you broke a leg or
something, you wouldn’t be able to raise the alarm.
I can almost hear you rolling your eyes from here, so I’ll sign off.
Your obedient daughter,
Eilidh xx
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Extract from tape transcript. Interview with former nurse
Agnes Beattie, who worked in New Craig in the 1930s/40s
‘Old Craig House was all ladies then, an eerie old place, but the furniture
was lovely. Supposed to be haunted. Of course, New Craig had its own ghost
too. Not that I ever laid eyes on her, I don’t believe in that kind of thing.
We had enough excitement in the hospital, if you know what I mean,
without making up hallucinations.
‘All the nursing staff slept in the hospital then, some of us along the
yellow corridor between wards 23 and 24. That was the route the ghost
was supposed to favour.
‘Anyway, some of the younger ones refused to do night patrols in case
they’d see her – the Grey Lady they called her. She wore an old-fashioned
dress that swept the floor. Some said she was a nurse. My friend Molly
Gordon, god rest her, she swore she saw her one night, this misty figure
standing very still over the bed of a patient who was in a bad way. But
in the middle of a long nightshift, you know, you can’t trust your eyes.
We’d be sleeping standing up...’
I shouldn’t let myself be distracted by this kind of thing, but
what an intriguing idea. A conscientious ghost, a watcher.
* * * * * *
5th July, 2013
I dreamt last night I was walking the corridors of New Craig House,
looking for something. I started to open a door when I realised that
there was something terrible behind it, and I woke up from fright.
I never did get back to sleep.
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8th July, 2013
I’m in the reading room now, on the very top floor of the library.
This is where you access the archive for the Royal Edinburgh.
It’s quiet and clean and light-filled – one glass wall looks out on
a decked balcony where no ever goes, another glass wall overlooks
the reception, where you surrender your belongings, your food and
coat and bags and liquids, to a locker. Only pencils are allowed in
the Reading Room.
I’ve been issued with a little green member’s card, which makes
me stupidly pleased. I have the impression that the other people
here are doing work that is both important and terribly obscure.
Some tables have big lecterns made of black foam on them, so that
old books won’t be strained as they’re opened, and there are small
and large pillows for the same purpose, and slinky chains covered
in knitted silk to gently hold down the pages. The archivist said
these are called snake weights. I love these trappings, the white gloves
that some of us wear, the linen ribbons that tie files closed, the dull,
orderly colours of those files. I could just put my head down on one
of these book pillows and snooze the day away.
Whenever someone leaves or enters, the door gives a kind of
sigh or suck, as if the air in here is so rarified it has caused a vacuum.
The archivist wheeled in a trolley for me. She’s called Amy and
is perhaps Japanese, perhaps not. She always wears black, and makes
me feel untidy, scattered.
Why am I rambling?
She has brought me boxes of patients’ letters from the early years
of New Craig. I am allowed one file at a time. Each letter or paper
scrap is held in a see-through sleeve. Some are in neat copperplate,
some scrawl.
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Some writers use every scrap of the paper then start new lines at an
angle to the old, until the whole is indecipherable.
Thankfully, some patients do talk about the building. A little:
“I sleep in a large room with a lot of people and I don’t like it at all…”
“I have to go to a hall of immense size for any food.”
Most appeal to families and friends for their release:
“Charlie when you were ill I would have laid down my life for you. Will you
do nothing for me now – there is no hope for me at all in this dreary place.”
“You do not know what I suffer here – I know I deserve nothing from any of
you but what it would be to be among you all and getting the kindness and
good food and the companionship of you all again…”
squashed in the margin of this letter:
do
write
to
me
It is immensely moving, to see the very marks they left on paper,
more than a hundred years ago. Some sound very lucid to me:
“You must either become a low panderer to the personal vanity of
Dr. Clouston himself or live in constant and chronic war with his staff.”
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And this woman caught my attention, probably because it mentions
the beach near my flat:
“I do not know why I am being kept here, or what reason the people who
brought me here gave for doing so. I was told the people at Portobello thought
I was going to drown myself, but I never had any such desire or intention, but
very much wish to live as long as possible, especially now, when except for my
being brought here, everything was on a fair way to come right.”
Her name was Jessie Venables, admitted in 1900. I asked Amy
the Archivist if there was any more information about her, and
she brought up the case files for me to see, big bound ledgers of
admissions, diagnoses and treatment – fascinating.
It said Jessie was ‘raving in a most incoherent manner’ when
admitted. A policeman discovered her hiding in someone’s garden
following reports of her walking in the sea. Yet in her letter she
sounds so clear. Maybe you can appear worse on the outside than
you are inside. I think usually it’s the other way round.
Anyway, Jessie was discharged just a month after she came in.
They say she was ‘much improved’.
Walking to the bus stop, I suddenly remembered something Amy
said about the letters. She said they’d been attached to the case notes
as evidence of the patient’s mental state.
I didn’t think it out at the time. That means they never got to
their destination. All those earnest arguments, the appeals to bonds
of love and affection. Plucked from their envelopes and shut up in
a file. The patients left wondering why no one answered.
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Croft 165,
Salen,
Ardnamurchan
Friday, 12th July
My Eilidh,
There is always a heron at the lochan that I pass on the way to
the store and phonebox. It flies away usually, but today it didn’t.
Do you think it has decided to recognise me?
There is a deep peace here that I love. I really don’t need a
phone or a computer. I have friends. Sally in the next croft calls by
every day and she is even more of an old woman than I am, so don’t
worry about me keeling over and the cat eating me, or whatever it is
you fear.
You want to know what I remember about Craig House, about
the building. I’m not being awkward, but I really don’t remember
much at all. My head was not good and the drugs they gave me were
stupefying. The building was grand, but shabby, and often it was
cold. I remember the big hall that you mention. Mostly I remember
the terrible lack of privacy. I think that’s what has given me a horror
of crowds.
We all have to find our way, find what’s right for us. Look at you
now, you’ve found a passion and focus at last, and I’m very proud of you.
Wouldn’t your teachers be amazed that you’ve turned out academic?
I’ll phone on Sunday as usual.
Much love,
Mum
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23rd July, 2013
I’ve asked my mother twice now, when it was she was at the hospital,
but she says she can’t remember the date. She must remember what
the year was, at least. I know she doesn’t like me asking. I was born
in 1972, so it must have been some time before that.
I could go up and visit, talk to her face to face, maybe show her
some of the photographs from my research. That might prompt
something. It’s bad to shut things away. Everyone knows that.
I asked at the reading room desk if they had patient records
for the sixties, but they said no, these things are confidential until a
hundred years have passed. Seventy-five if the person is deceased.
Unless you are a relative.
I’m a relative! I said.
Well, you need to bring in the death certificate, they said.
I felt terrible. Couldn’t explain it was my mother I wanted to
know about and she’s not dead. I pretended it was nothing urgent.
I keep getting pulled away from the physical world, into the
stories of patients, into wondering about my mother. The building,
that’s my focus.
Stone, wood, plaster, glass. Things you can touch..
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25th July, 2013
Today I put in a request to view all the archive photographs from the
Royal Edinburgh Hospital. I was hoping I could track the physical
changes to New Craig over the decades. Three big boxes came out
on the trolley, each one full of a huge mix of images, many with no
information or date. Just reference numbers. Some of the interiors
are definitely New Craig, but others are harder to identify – could
be Mackinnon house, or one of the other buildings.
All day, I looked at them.
Black and white press photographs – a visit from the Queen
Mother, people being presented with honours or bouquets, nurses
lined up in frilly starched hats and cuffs.
Two stark, cold-eyed images show the process of Electro
Convulsive Therapy. Before. During.
The next set were professionally done, large prints featuring
patients engaged in occupational therapy. By their clothes, it’s the
sixties. Someone at a potter’s wheel. A woodworking class. Men in
suits stuffing toy bunny rabbits. Were they put in suits for the day,
for the photographer, or did they always look so neat?
I confess, I did look out for my mother, without success.
There was a little album of colour snaps from the 90s that were
cheerier than the rest – outings, parties – everyone in fancy dress,
smiling. You can’t tell who is staff and who is patient. For that
evening they were clowns and wizards and geisha girls. Behind
them, on the wall, is a poster headed ‘Resuscitation’.
I came across another press photo, another line up of doctors
and nurses. One day, before it reached this box, somebody got hold
of this photograph and scratched every face out – angry white Xs
and spirals are scraped where the heads should be, almost through
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the paper in places. I sat with it on the table in front of me. So much
bad feeling coming from such a small rectangle.
Toward the end of the day, I came to a series taken on a women’s
geriatric ward, perhaps in the ‘70s. Their eiderdowns are patterned
with huge cheery flowers but this only serves to mock the bed-bound
ladies with sunken cheeks and open mouths, like wee birds.
One woman sits in a shabby metal chair, smiling down at the
stuffed cat tucked under her arm. Her slippers seem enormous on
the ends of her broomstick legs. On a nearby bed, an old-fashioned
baby doll waits, face down, for its bed companion, its ancient
mummy. Tears pricked my eyes. Ridiculous. I tried to pay attention
to the window detailing.
Then they were closing the reading room. Always prompt.
I stood to show willing, and gathered the photographs. As I did
I noticed a detail in one of the geriatric ward photos. In a corner
bed a woman looks up into air, half smiling at nothing. But in the
window behind there’s a reflection – at first I took it for a curtain, but
it seems to be the long belted dress of a woman. Yet there is nothing
in the room that corresponds to the reflection, and no curtain. The
old woman smiles at the place where a figure should be.
‘We’re closing – now.’ The person behind the desk says, calmly.
Outside, the cobbles are wet and gleaming. I feel soaked in these
people I’ve seen. Photographs are made from light. Across all the
years, their reflected light has entered me. I want to go home and
just sleep and sleep.
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29/7/13 13.14
From: [email protected]
Subject: Supervision Session 29th July
Dear Ms. Moss,
I was sorry to hear you are unwell, and that it was consequently
necessary for you to cancel this morning’s supervisory session.
The university has asked us to request doctor’s certificates in
the cases of absence through illness. Since you did not reschedule
the meeting in good time, perhaps you could supply this.
Due to my heavy workload and summer vacation, it won’t be
possible for us to meet until September. Could you let me know
that your work is indeed progressing. I cannot over-emphasise
the importance of supervisory meetings.
Looking forward to hearing from you,
Derek Dunbar (Dr.)
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30/7/13 18.51
From: [email protected]
RE: Supervision Session 29th July
Dear Dr. Dunbar,
I am sorry that it was not possible to cancel our session with you
in ‘good time’. The flu came on very quickly over the weekend.
I cannot provide a doctor’s certificate, because I didn’t attend the
doctors. I believe people with flu are discouraged from spreading
germs in waiting rooms.
In terms of my progress, I am gathering patients’ accounts of
the architecture. I know you have some misgivings about this, but
I really think it will be worthwhile and add a qualitative dimension
to the aesthetic and sociological. The Patients’ Council have been
very helpful and have arranged interviews with several past patients.
There was also a delay in gaining further access to the building,
but I am to be allowed a full day inside it this Friday.
Be assured that my research progresses well, and I look forward
to discussing it when next we meet.
With best wishes,
Eilidh Moss
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1st August, 2013
I think Dr. Dunbar knows I’m avoiding him. It might not have been
real, viral, flu I had, but I honestly couldn’t leave my bed. I slept for
days and now I cannot sleep at all. The view of my bedroom bores
me. I’m not sure I’m smart enough to do this thesis justice. I feel like
a fraud.
It was so bright this morning, I finally got up from my bed at six
and walked down to Portobello beach in the quiet. The tide was far
out. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jessie Venables standing on that
very shore more than a hundred years ago.
I walked out to the waterline. Foam slid towards me, drew back.
Again. Again. Mesmerising. I didn’t mean to walk right in, but then
found myself wet to the knees.
A man shouted ‘Hey you!’
I turned and gestured, patting the air in a way that I hoped he
would read as everything’s fine. He shrugged and walked off after his
dog. He didn’t raise the alarm. No coach and horses came to take
me off to Morningside.
Was that what I was after? Like mother, like daughter. Or did
I just want to feel close to Jessie?
We all have times when we don’t understand what we do.
* * * * * *
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2nd August, 2013
I’m back in the reading room, back at work. It’s suddenly festival
time again, and they’ve set up tents in George Square and stalls
selling belgian waffles and gourmet burgers. None of that circus
reaches us up here, the high scholars of the library tower.
I was just going to write something silly about how this room is
my personal asylum, when I noticed the cameras for the first time.
Dark glass spheres hang from grey sockets in the ceiling above
every single table. This is a panopticon, not an asylum. Everything
is visible to the masters. I tilt my laptop screen towards me, so that,
if anyone is watching, they cannot see these words.
Thomas Clouston didn’t approve of women using their minds.
He said, “All the brain energy would be used up cramming a
knowledge of the sciences, and… there would be none left at all
for… reproductive purposes.” He thought education made women
barren, and that a future Britain would have to import uneducated
women from other countries to continue the race.
Not so benign as he first seemed. His views were of the time,
that’s the best I can say.
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9th August, 2013 (My second tour of New Craig)
They said I could stay as long as I wanted, but couldn’t let me have
keys, so effectively they locked me in. I had a number to call when
I finished.
I brought my camera and a notebook for observations. On one
of the big fireplaces in the Great Hall there’s a strange coat of arms –
a naked man, horizontal, floats above a castle and below a hand with
an eye in it. Weird, masonic stuff. (since writing this I discover it is the
surgeon’s coat of arms!)
The building has a confusing layout – deliberately so? I read
somewhere that there were secret staircases just for the staff to
circulate in, and that tunnels ran between the buildings and down
to the town, but I never found them. As I wandered about, I kept
thinking I heard movements in other parts of the building. But that’s
the way old buildings are.
New Craig was designed for paying patients, the gentry, but
when the NHS came in, there were no more divisions between rich
and poor. So how was it for people to come from modest cosy homes
to this rambling place, this cold castle? I certainly didn’t feel more
sane for being there, and that’s supposed to be the point of my thesis.
Because I was on my own, things that were probably quite
ordinary seemed eerie:
I opened a door in the basement and found a room carpeted in
autumn leaves a foot deep.
I found a hatch at the top of a small staircase and entered a low,
attic-y space above the Great Hall. Ropes and pulleys stretched
the width of it. I think they’re for letting the big chandeliers up and
down. The space seemed untouched for many years. There were
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some old clothes there, and graffiti scratched in the plaster. I looked
close to read it. This is Me – it said with a small arrow pointing at
something – a twist of paper, like a rawlplug – sticking from the wall.
I pulled the twist from its hole and unwrapped it.
It was a tooth. A person’s yellowed tooth. This is me. I put it
right back.
Wanting the light, I climbed up to the square tower and spent
too long looking out. The castle rock was straight ahead, the Forth
bridges visible beyond. I was thinking that the view hadn’t changed
so much since 1900 and with that thought came an odd sensation,
like I was looking out of somebody else’s eyes.
Reading this over, it all sounds rather fevered. It’s hard to
explain. Being alone in New Craig felt like walking around in my
own dreams, the same empty corridors and odd discoveries, and
a sense of someone watching over me.
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Notes from an interview with Henry K,
a patient at New Craig House in the 60s and 70s. 14/8/13
Henry was the first of my interviewees. He struck me as very dapper
– he wore a cravat and a yellow jumper, but his accent was not posh.
His face was very lined up close. He pronounced hospital ‘hose-
bottle’. He wasn’t that happy about me using a recorder.
I kept being distracted by the fact that one of his lower front
teeth was missing.
He talked entertainingly about other New Craig patients, saying
that there were people there from before the war, many of them
‘Dukes and Duchesses and whatnot’ abandoned by their families.
He said that the grandeur of New Craig was a deliberate attempt
‘to keep us in our places.’ He talked of the doctor’s coffee room
where a patient who had been a musician played on the Bechstein
while the doctors listened over their china cups and saucers.
I couldn’t get him to focus on the architecture for long, he
wanted to talk about how the medical establishment mismanaged his
care. He seemed to see a grand plan or dark game behind what had
happened to him, something mapped out. I told him that I thought
the world was more random than that, and he looked, not exactly
disappointed with me, but as though I had failed a test, just as he
expected.
At the end, I asked him about the ghost stories. ‘People like us
can’t admit things like that,’ he said, ‘you have to be careful.’
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16/8/13 10.03
From: [email protected]
Subject: Supervision Session Tuesday 10th September
Dear Ms. Moss,
Please confirm that you can attend a supervisory session
on 10th September at 9.30am. In advance of this, could you
send me your thesis outline and draft first and second chapters,
say by 3rd September, to give me a chance to absorb them.
I have to say I am concerned with our lack of contact over the
summer, and am anxious to see progress. I need to remind you
that unless delivery targets are respected, your place on the
postgraduate programme may be at risk.
Best wishes,
Derek Dunbar (Dr.)
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16th August, 2013
Doctor Dunbar is a mean, cold-blooded reptile. I thought doing a
doctorate would have its creative side, and that Doctor Derek might
be an inspiration, a real mentor, but he makes the whole thing full
of doom and grind and anticipatory disappointment.
Three weeks to pull together some chapters. Yikes. I have been
avoiding it. Now I need to just get down to it, but I’ve an interview
scheduled for tomorrow with Helen, another ex-patient. Can’t cancel
her, though I wish I could.
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Extract from an interview with Helen M, patient at various
points in the 60s, 70s and 80s. 17/8/13
I don’t know how to process what Helen told me. My head is still
reeling, I can only write the words out from the recording.
‘… when you first came in they would give you quite strong
drugs, chlorpromazine, I think. They dosed you up, then eased off
until you could just about walk, but oh, you shook and you slavered.
Dreadful. … some of the staff were harsh people. They would talk
about you as if you weren’t in the room. ‘She’s getting so fat.’ That
kind of thing. I liked the Irish nurses or the ones from the islands
– they treated you softly. Thing was, I was so ill, but because I had
trained as a nurse myself, they gave me a baby to mind.
What? A real baby?
Yes. The staff didn’t have time to look after her, so I had her
during the day, and they would take her at night, but really it didn’t
help me at all. Didn’t help my anxiety.
I don’t understand – what was a baby doing in the hospital?
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They were more progressive back then, in ways. When mothers
came in with puerperal psychosis, they brought the babies in too,
so that a bond might be formed. But this mother was so ill, she was
practically catatonic, and so I walked the baby around the corridors
all day. It wasn’t until she left I could get any rest at all. I’m still
in touch with the mother, and the baby is fine, apparently, turned
out to be an academic, she says. Eilidh. She named her after one
of the nicest of the island nurses. Oh. Same as your name …’
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chlorpromazine n. a drug derived from phenothiazine, used
as a sedative and a tranquilliser, esp. in psychotic disorders.
Formula C17H19CIN2S.
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puerperal psychosis n. a mental disorder sometimes occurring in
women after childbirth, characterised by deep depression, delusions
of the child’s death, and homicidal feelings toward the child.
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Croft 165
Salen
Ardnamurchan
Tuesday, 27th August
My Dearest Eilidh,
I didn’t tell you because there was no point in telling you. I didn’t
want you to feel that your life had been blighted in some way by
spending your early weeks in a ‘loony bin’. And perhaps there
is some guilt there too, that I couldn’t take care of you as I would
have wished.
When you used to beg me for a brother or sister to keep you
company it pierced my heart, but I couldn’t go through that again.
It was a long time before I could even hold you in my arms.
It is chemicals that do these things, Eilidh, just chemicals in
the head. Nothing to fear. You have never not been loved.
Mum,
XX
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29th August, 2013
On the very first page of this journal, I wrote the question that
was my quest:
Can a building make you sane?
What kind of idiot asks a question like that? I feel as bad as
if I went into a refugee camp and interrogated people about their
tents – the colour of the canvas, the sleeping arrangements, whether
they preferred the flaps closed or open, as if those petty details could
erase the trauma and conflict that brought them there.
I’m back to square one. Maybe even not on the board.
Buildings do affect people’s wellbeing. I still believe that. And
the patient that drew out the plans for Thomas Clouston believed
it too. Architecture is not nothing. But it certainly isn’t a cure.
Compensation perhaps.
My mother couldn’t bear to look at me. A young women with
schizophrenia and a bunch of Gaelic nurses carried and dandled
me in her place, down long corridors I feel I can almost remember.
The light fading in and out from bay to bay.
I thought I was on one side of a fence and these people, these
patients, were on the other. But there is no fence.
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2nd September, 2013
I went back to finish looking at all the Royal Edinburgh photographs
today, that last box. I had this feeling she was there, and she was.
It was almost the last photograph, as if she’d been hiding from me.
Nurses and patients play croquet on the lawn in front of New
Craig. There’s a tree in full blossom behind them. The grass is
spangled all over with daisies. A nurse takes her turn with the mallet
and a group watches. Among the group are three young women,
standing together. And one of them is my Mum. She is looking down
at the grass, one hand fixes her long hair behind an ear. She is very
thin, but she does not look unhappy.
Behind her, in the shadow of the tree, a figure stands in the
shade, just a dark silhouette. Her head is obscured by a low branch
of blossom. She seems to be carrying a sideways bundle. A little
bundle that could be laundry, could be me. Yes, her dress is long
and sweeps the ground. But that was the fashion in 1972. There
is no reason to think there is anything odd about her.
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Flat D, 145 Marlborough St,
Portobello
5th September, 2013
Dear Mum,
Apparently, I only have to change once at Fortwilliam, so the bus
should have me with you at 4.15 Saturday afternoon. You don’t
have to meet me at the stop, I can walk to you.
I’ve been granted a break from my studies, a term’s grace to
sort out what I’m doing. Doctor Dunbar says it’s not unusual to have
to re-think things, he’s been very understanding, actually. But don’t
worry, I won’t stay with you all that time, just a week or maybe two.
We’ll see how it goes.
We don’t have to talk about when I was a baby or about New
Craig, if you don’t want to. It will be lovely just to sit in the porch
beside you and share the view, catch up on some reading.
It is odd, though, don’t you think, that I was drawn to that place,
that subject. I’m like a salmon going back to where it was spawned,
and not knowing why it’s doing it. I got a bit too drawn in, I think, let
myself fall into some weird imaginings. I’d love to ask you one thing.
Did you ever feel a presence there, something strange but benign?
Sorry, I said we didn’t have to talk about it and I’m doing just that.
You know I’m not superstitious, but a few of the things that have
happened over the last couple of months, well. There’s more things
between heaven and earth than I can get my head around.
That’s for sure. See you Saturday.
Your loving daughter,
E Moss BA, MA, not yet PhD
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Ever/Present/Past
The history of the Royal Edinburgh Hospital spans 200 years, covering
many lifetimes and diverse experiences of the psychiatric system. These
experiences, some sad, some heartening, some funny and some down
right odd, give a different insight into the everyday life of this hospital
and the ways in which it has changed over the years.
When Artlink was set the task of capturing the hospital’s history
it decided to approach the whole project in the same way it runs
its workshops. First start with the individual; learn from their
experience; then see where it takes you. The artists involved in
the programme became researchers, meeting with individuals,
slowly unearthing stories, collating these experiences, offering
new perspectives, turning their research into artworks. The result
is EVER/PRESENT/PAST, a year long programme curated and
co-ordinated by Artlink which exposes the history of the REH
through events, talks and exhibitions.
Nicola White’s story is a fictional snapshot of the hospital’s
history. A way of capturing the many different experiences we have
encountered over the years, transforming them into a short story
that re-imagines the patient’s experience of the hospital.
Nicola met with patients and staff, spent time in the Lothian
Health Services Archive and navigated her way through a mountain
of personal accounts of life within the hospital. We were aware
that for the writer the sheer volume of experiences could be
overwhelming and that for everyone involved that these experiences
might be incredibly sad and at points, disturbing.
Nicola, began to take little bits of people’s stories and weave
together a fiction that takes in the Victorian life of the hospital,
as well as giving a very personal account of experiences of
a young woman and her mother in the 1970’s and present day.
Artlink would like to thank everyone involved in the creation of this
story. Your life experiences, the many years you have spent going in
and out of the hospital either for treatment or to work, could never be
encapsulated within one short story.
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However we hope that A Passage of Light and Shade dignifies the
patients experience by giving a little insight into one imaginary
patient’s time within the hospital.
Alison Stirling and Trevor Cromie
Co-curators EVER/PRESENT/PAST
Thanks to: Artlink Director Jan-Bert van den Berg for his invaluable
support and guidance throughout the project.
Author’s note
In creating this story, I drew on the archive of the Royal Edinburgh
Hospital and on the testimony of former patients and staff.
The incidents are based on fact, but the contemporary characters
are imaginary and not intended to resemble any actual persons,
living, dead or supernatural.
The reading room is based on the Woolfson Reading Room
at the University of Edinburgh Library, and the reference numbers
are invented.
The Author
Nicola White grew up in Dublin and New York and worked in
Glasgow as a contemporary art curator and as a television and radio
producer. She now writes full time. Her first novel, ‘In the Rosary
Garden’ won the 2013 Dundee International Book Prize.
Sincere thanks to: Alison Stirling, Trevor Cromie, Dianna Manson,
Neville Singh, The Patients’ Council of the Royal Edinburgh
Hospital, and Laura Gould and all at the Lothian Health
Services Archive.
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Credits
A Passage of Light & Shade is published by Artlink in an edition
of 1000, November 2013, as part of a series of commissions
commemorating 200 years of the Royal Edinburgh Hospital
© Copyright 2013 the author and publisher.
The EVER / PRESENT / PAST project has been co-curated
by Trevor Cromie and Artlink’s Projects Director Alison Stirling,
the exhibition has been realised in collaboration with the Talbot
Rice Gallery.
Design by Nicky Regan, Submarine Design
Written by Nicola White
Edited by Alison Stirling and Trevor Cromie
Images courtesy of Scran.
Front cover: 000-000-092-897-R © Lothian Health Services Archive. Licensor www.scran.ac.uk
P5: 000-000-041-365-R © The Scotsman Publications Ltd. Licensor www.scran.ac.uk
P6: 000-000-092-996-R © Lothian Health Services Archive. Licensor www.scran.ac.uk
P 33: 000-000-487-112-R © Royal Commission on the Ancient and Historical Monuments of Scotland; B/64297. Licensor www.scran.ac.uk
Artlink promotes diversity, drawing on lived experiences to inform creative
responses which are both relevant and enduring.
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A Passage of Light &
ShadeB Y N I C O L A W H I T E
A STORY ABOUT THE ROYAL ED INBURGH HOSPITAL
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