One advantage of insomnia is that you get to hear the weirdest, graveyard-shift radio programmes. The BBC World Service’s documentary about Quiverfull Christians (The Womb as a Weapon), for instance, which I heard at 3 a.m. the other morning and am still pondering.
QC’s don’t hold with birth control. They believe that children are weapons in the fight against evil: the more the merrier, but 6.8 at the very least. It goes without saying that women on quiver duty can’t have jobs. They have to stay at home procreating and being submissive. So far, so goodish. I’m submissive, have half a dozen kids, work from home but what’s with this 6.8 minimum requirement? Because that’s the average child count per Muslim family, and Christians have to keep up or give up, says Nancy Campbell, the Quiverfull’s spokeswoman.
She sounds about as submissive as Mrs Pankhurst. You have to be tough to tell women bashing their heads against glass ceilings to be meek. But telling them to have more babies than Muslims is something else.
In the circumstances, should I postpone the macho man piece I was going to write (I’ve just hoovered up Hemingway in one of my intermittent ‘listen-again-to-favourite-novelists’ blitzes) and write about tough Nancy women instead? I could do both. Hemingway’s novels may fall into the iceberg category – 90% of what’s really going on isn’t written down, it’s in the subtext – but his heroes are pretty straightforward. They’re tough, taciturn, stoical, sexy and subscribe to the ‘grace under pressure’ code.
And that’s about it. They can, like Harry Morgan, get into a gun fight with Cuban bank robbers and lose an arm. Or be wounded in the war, like Jake Barnes, and become impotent. But they remain pretty much the same. Well, maybe not Jake. He gets even sexier, and also heart-wrenchingly tragic, because he’s so damned taciturn and stoical and the love of his life is a nymphomaniac.
Every actor fancies himself as Jake Barnes, narrator of ‘The Sun Also Rises’, but be warned: famous Hollywood stars aren’t necessarily the best readers. William Hurt does tough-taciturn-stoical OK, and Spanish bullfighters perfectly. But cuckolded Scottish drunks and nymphomaniacs aren’t his strong suits. Nor, with one notable exception, are strong women Hemingway’s.
Pilar, married to a treacherous guerrilla leader, in ‘For Whom The Bell Tolls’ is the odd woman out. It must be 15 years since I sobbed through this achingly sad love story set in the Spanish civil war, but I’m sure it is Pilar who coined that schmaltzy, post-coital query about whether the earth did or didn’t move. Hemingway’s women are beautiful, but they aren’t tough like Nancy, whose strident ‘we are doomed unless we multiply’ harangue gave me the creeps. And the quivers. She’s a bully, which isn’t the same as being tough.
Becky Sharp in ‘Vanity Fair’ is tough. Scarlett O’Hara in ‘Gone With The Wind’ is mega-tough and Lisbeth Salander in ‘The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’ is mega-mega-tough. Bullies they are not. On second thoughts, let’s ditch Nancy and her dangerous neonatal nonsense and come up with a list of tough, inspiring literary heroines/anti-heroines, preferably beautiful, too (which rules out Jane Eyre, thank God!).
Here, in no particular order, are some of my favourites: Hester Prynne in ‘The Scarlet Letter’, Flora Poste in ‘Cold Comfort Farm’, Jean Brodie in ‘The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie’, Madame de Merteuil in ‘Dangerous Liaisons’, and Alice in ‘Alice in Wonderland’.
Fiction aside, the toughest woman I’ve ever met is Aung Sang Suu Kyi, Burma’s tiny, fragile, exquisite, pro-democracy leader. We had tea when she was under house arrest at her home in University Avenue, Rangoon in 1995. None of her books are in audio, but you can listen to a 15-minute clip of the interview she gave to Charlie Rose on American TV in 2012.
Rose: “I’m going to ask you two simple questions: where exactly are you right now, and where is Burma?”
Daw Suu Kyi: “Those are not simple questions. They are the most difficult questions you could ever ask. But…”
And – quietly, resolutely, patiently – she proceeds to put him right. Listen to it and rejoice. You too, Nancy.