I came to know Grahame through the world of books, when this fitzrovian
character with his battered briefcase, would come into my shop,
and it soon became obvious he knew a lot more than I did about
his favourite books and authors. Not that Grahame was ever a showoff
- his erudition was worn lightly, so if he could quote Lacan or
Derrida in the original in his unashamedly execrable french accent,
it was because he not only had read them, he had also understood
them. He took particular pleasure from one of his favourite philosophes,
Julia Kristeva, being as beautiful as she was clever. If they had
ever met he would certainly have asked her out. He was equally
at home in his other passion,the world of English Antiquarianism
in the 16th and 17th centuries, a time when it was possible to
know everything there was to know. If he could have been spirited
back there I think Grahame would have held his own around a table
with Francis Bacon,or Robert Hooke or Aubrey, and there was a time
when he could have drunk his hero Rochester under the table.
In the last few months of his life I spent a lot of time with Grahame
trying to keep him cheerful. I found the best way to take his mind
off his troubles was to ask him about his past as a student
and teacher, and his acquaintance with so many interesting
writers and artists. Curiously enough he was such good company
in full flow I was the one that was cheered, so I'm going to
miss him always, and I'll never forget him.
David
Plumtree 22nd October 2006 |