Professional Documents
Culture Documents
1924-1993
In Memoriam
Edward Palmer
Thompson: In
Memoriam*
NICHOLAS ROGERS
dward Thompson died on 28 August 1993 after a
long and lingering illness. Those who visited him
at Wick Episcopi in the last few years, or saw him
at the few conferences he then attended, must have predicted,
as I did, that the end was near. But his peaceful death in
his own garden nevertheless came as a terrible blow.
E.P. Thompson was arguably the greatest historian of this
century writing in the English language. He was certainly
one of the most influential. A tall, white-haired, dishevelled
intellectual, with a physical likeness to the actor Paul Scofield,
Thompson's presence, delivery and passion at the conference
lectern were positively electric. The first time I encountered
him was at an Anglo-American conference in London in the
early 1970s, where he presented his now famous piece, "Patrician Society, Plebeian Culture" (published much later in
Customs in Common). It was a remarkable contribution, full
of wit, satire, dialect and dialectical thinking, refusing Whig
pieties about the progressive eighteenth century, and putting
the raucous, rebellious, ironic, profane, plebeian crowd
squarely back on the historical map. It positively stunned
the audience, and reminded his listeners, perhaps uncomfortably, that history was an engaged and political enterprise.
Thompson's talks were always a tour de force, a perfect
treat to listen to and watch. But they supplemented and reinforced his colourful, textured and impassioned prose.
Whether writing essays on contemporary issues, or on theoretical or historical themes, Thompson's command of the
English language was astonishingly rich. His prose bristled
with arresting metaphors and witty asides. He was a consummate narrator, who layered his arguments with poetic
imagination, Swiftian satire, and deft quotations.
The tone of Thompson's writing was immensely compelling to those who refused capitalist homilies and ideological
closure. But his theoretical departures were also critically
significant. Together with other members of the Historians'
Group of the British Communist Party in the immediate postwar years - among them Hill, Hobsbawm, Hilton and Rude
- he helped transform a British radical tradition into a rich
paradigm of Marxist historiography. It was central to the
writing of British social history in the 1960s and 1970s and
subversively influential in North America, where modernization models abounded.
Thompson's specific contribution to this collective enterprise was his rejection of economistic modes of historical
explanation, his restatement of the importance of human
agency to Marx and Marxist historiography, and his wonderfully nuanced redefinition of class formation, which allowed "the poor stockinger, the Luddite cropper, the 'obsolete' hand-loom weaver, the 'utopian' artisan, and even the
deluded followers of Joanna Southcott" their role in history.
As Ellen Woodnotes in her appreciationof his work, Thompson
continually reminded his readers of the historicity and embattled path of capitalist enterprise and of the forces that
struggled against it. His work stands out as a crucial antidote
to the euphoria of capitalist triumphalism.
Thompson's The Making of the English Working Class
remains indispensable reading to anyone interested in social
history. His study of Morris offers important insights into
the juncture of Romanticism and socialism. His forays into
the eighteenth century, whether in Whigs and Hunters, Albion's Fatal Tree, or Customs in Common, reaffirm the cultural resources of the poor in the age of primitive accumulation, and explore the role of the state as a source of elite
appropriation, as well as the ambiguous role of the law in
the consolidation of consent. As Harry Arthurs' commentary
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BRYAN PALMER
t is difficult, this close to Edward Thompson's death,
to comment on our loss, for I feel it quite personally.
I am going to quote extensively because Thompson's
own words so richly illustrate what made him the great socialist, inspiring historian, and devastating polemicist that
he was, and will remain. And I want to bypass most of his
well-known writings, drawing his words and tone instead
out of pieces less appreciated and less widely read. My purpose is not to outline the contours of a life of significance
and embattled engagement, but to convey something of the
tone that carried Thompson's impact and influence into
realms unlike those of any of his contemporaries.
Tone mattered to Thompson, and his distinctive tone marked
him always as an awkwardly alien presence, set apart from
the conventionalities of academic life and the left. For many
his tone was excessive, overly gladiatorial in its combativeness. No one used invective, satire, hyperbole, and ridicule to cut to the bone of pretension and complacency more
effectively than Edward Thompson, and those who felt the
bite of his words carried their wounds for some time. There
were some on the left who claimed that Thompson's polemical style and crusading zeal were somehow inappropriate
to socialist discourse. His tone angered many. Yet it was
central to his staying power as an oppositionist, for it was
in Thompson's refusals that his imaginative histories, powerful polemics, and sustained sense of the necessity of alternatives registered intellectually and politically.
As early as 1961, Thompson replied to those who would,
persistently, question his tone:
affair on her head, knitting definitions without thought of recognition or reward (some of them will be parcelled up and sent
to the Victims of Industry) - and in her presence how one must
watch one's - LANGUAGE! The first brash word, the least
suspicion of laughter or polemic in her presence, and The Tradition might drop a stitch and have to start knitting all those
definitions over again. ... What is evident here is a concealed
preference - in the name of genuine "communication" - for
the language of the academy.
Thompson did not care much, to put it mildly, for this language and this place. He earned his authority against what
he called the "freezing negative" of the academic tone.!
One part of his counter-tone was an insistence on rekindling the ideas and values of those who had been part of
his tradition of socialist humanism. In a series of "homages"
he paid tribute to those, like himself, who stood fast for
alternatives to both capitalism and the deformed and degenerated workers' states of Stalinist "socialism." Along the way
he revived those buried in obscurity, forgotten, or underappreciated.
His remembrances
often touched an exposed
nerve, where his own history came to the fore in a statement
of loyalty to another.
Against the longstanding left allegations of Thompson's
parochial Englishness
and narrow provincialism,
must be
placed his own words on Tom Maguire, a founding figure
in the socialism of the West Ridings, where Thompson taught
in adult education for 17 years:
If many of the Yorkshire young people had in fact got socialism
"inside of them," then something of its quality - the hostility
to Grundyism, the warm espousal of sex equality, the rich internationalism - owed much to Maguire. It is time that this
forgotten "provincial" was admitted to first-class citizenship of
history ...
Or, in light of the pivotal role of 1956 and the subsequent
history in forging a New Left, consider these words on
Thompson's friend, the communist poet Thomas McGrath:
And what if that movement was collapsing in ruins and bad
faith all around us, did not poets have the duty to warn? McGrath
was right. But that did him no kind of good. Come 1956 and
all that, and surely McGrath was at last liberated, freed from
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the Stalinist shackles, in touch once again with the new and
ebullient radicalism of the 1960s, in accord with an audience
once more? Well, no. That wasn't how it was.
For his ally, the American sociologist C. Wright Mills, he
offered this epitaph, not unlike the words of remembrance
that might echo in the heads of his own comrades and colleagues:
Wright Mills had few disciples. He didn't ask for intellectual
allegiance, nor did he respect those who offered it too readily.
His work provoked a critical admiration. We had come to assume
his presence - definitions, provocations, exhortations - as a
fixed point in the intellectual night-sky. His star stood above
the ideological no-man's land between the orthodox emplacements of West and East, flashing urgent humanist messages. If
we couldn't always follow it, we always stopped to take bearings.s
Such men, and women of the stature of Mary Wolle stonecraft and Dona Torr, earned Thompson's respect because of
their relentless oppositional character, their tone of resistance. They made their choice, not for acquiescence and accommodation, but for change, and they acted to that end:
Whatever evil there is
I declare was first let in
By timid men with candles
And abstract talk of sin.
Man is what he has made,
Chipping bone with bone,
Shaping the teaching spade:
Urged by his human needs
Changes the world, and then
Transfigured by his deeds
Changes necessity,
Becoming whole and free.3
Edward Thompson was not timid in the face of evil; he
carried no candle. His refusal of inhumanity, be it manifested
in Stalinist suppression of workers' power in Hungary in
1956, complacent denial of the horror of child labour in the
Industrial Revolution, or an escalating nuclear arms race,
was not whispered, but was shouted, with loudness and determination. This did not mean that his voice became "whole
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5.
E.P. Thompson, "The Long Revolution, I:' New Left Review 9 (MayJune 1961), pp. 24-25.
E.P. Thompson, "Homage to Tom Maguire," in Asa Briggs and John
Saville (eds.), Essays in Labour History (London: 1960), p. 315;
Thompson, "Homage to Thomas McGrath," Triquarterly 70 (Fall
1987), pp. 122-123; Thompson, "Remembering C. Wright Mills," in
The Heavy Dancers (London: 1985), p. 261.
Thompson, "The Place Called Choice," (1950) in The Heavy Dancers,
p.258.
This phrase and the following long quote in the next paragraph come
from E.P. Thompson, "Highly Confidential: A Personal Comment by
the Editor," in Thompson (ed.), Warwick University Ltd.: Industry,
Management and the Universities (Harmondsworth: 1970), pp. 153156.
Thompson, The Making of the English Working Class (New York:
1963), p. 832.
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old-boy networks. Not only did he tease and insult with vitriolic eloquence, but he expressed enormous contempt for
scholars and institutions who were in receipt of funds that
came with ideological strings attached, as was increasingly
the case in the 1970s and 80s and 90s. I think he simply
could not believe that anyone could be so naive as to believe
that their work would be unaffected by the political views
of those who paid for it. But perhaps even more wounding
to those who derived their self-esteem from chairs and promotions, and equated such things with the quality of their
work, was his absolute indifference to such beliefs. He was
a meritocrat through and through, but he was a profound
democrat as well. He knew, from his long association with
adult education before he came to teach at Warwick, that
the attempt to grasp history, to write it and make it part of
a lived culture, was an ambition still-born in many university
classrooms, but alive and flourishing in a host of local education, trade-union, political, church, and other classes, in
the work of many unemployed graduates, and in that of dedicated local historians. He sent such people to the sources
he sent his graduate students to, he put up indigent historians
for months at a time in his home, and he made no distinctions
except on the basis of the quality and significance of the
work, encouraging publication of anything worthy.
For him, the significance of the work lay in its place in
the historical understanding of all his fellow-citizens. The
Making of the English Working Class (the largest-selling
Penguin book ever) put him in touch with hosts of people
whom he would never otherwise have met, as his short membership in the Communist Party had earlier. And this radical
democratic practice in his own work had a precedent in his
own family. His father, first a missionary and then an Oxford
don, wrote many books, of which I have read only one, lent
to me by my friend and colleague Reuben Hasson. The Other
Side of the Medal (published in 1925 with a second edition
in 1926, and reprinted in 1989), by Edward John Thompson,
is an account of the suppression of the Indian Mutiny of
1857, based on original accounts. It is a good piece of history, written at a crucial stage of the fight for Indian independence in which E.J. Thompson was so involved, with an
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argumentative, with a warmth few of us had known in intellectual work before or have known since.
He was a great man and a great teacher and friend. It is
hard to believe that we must now do without him.
lOAN DAVIES
ultural Studies, which has become something of a
buzz-word for those who see themselves as dissident
academics in North America and the Antipodes, was
a product of a very real struggle involving all the political
definitions that were present in Britain, in the late 1950s
and early 1960s. Those of us who marched to Aldermaston
and back, who helped to establish the New Left Club (at
the Partisan Coffee House at 7 Carlisle Street in Soho, London), who discovered Jazz with Eric Hobsbawm, who taught
evening classes for the Workers' Educational Association,
who fought with the Fife Socialist League, who defended
(equally) Tom Mboya, Lenny Bruce, Wole Soyinka, C.L.R.
James and Vic Allen were surprised to discover that what
we were doing was inventing Cultural Studies.
The death of Edward Thompson pulls us up short. Cultural
Studies has become the gossip of this and that. In
Thompson's case this involved the petulant diatribe against
Perry Anderson in the 1960s, the cantankerous outburst
against Stuart Hall and Richard Johnson at a History Workshop conference in an old church in Oxford in the late 1970s,
the absurd pomposity recorded by those who only knew him
from the outside. And, of course, the labelling: in the Oxford
meeting he said "I reject without reservation the identification of the Marxist tradition of historiography, of which I
have been taken as one representative, as 'culturalism'. This
term is Richard Johnson's invention." But, of course,
Thompson was all and none of that. It is impossible to think
of any of these disputes without recognizing that they were
not academic in the arcane sense of cultural theory, but directly political. There was nothing that was technically "academic" which was not equally political. From the execution
of his brother by firing squad in World War II (which he
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H.W. ARTHURS
learned a new word from Edward Thompson: "imbricated." Imbricated is not a word which will often see
service as le mot juste - not in legal circles, not at
memorial tributes. But imbrication says neatly and succinctly
what I want to say today, and I want to take it as the text
for my remarks.
Imbrication is a method of making roofs - thatched or
tiled roofs - by which successive layers are laid down,
each overlapping the other, to form an integrated and impermeable surface of great strength and, usually, considerable charm. In a passage in Whigs and Hunters Thompson
speaks of law being "imbricated" with social and economic
activity:
Howcan we distinguishbetweenthe activityof farmingor quarrying and the rights to this strip of land or that quarry? The
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definitions of property and the contestation of capitalist definitions. The most recent example is the essay in Customs
in Common on "Custom, Law and Common Right." Here
we see new capitalist definitions of property asserting themselves against, and being resisted by, different conceptions
of use-rights, as capitalist conceptions of productivity, particularly in the notion of "improvement," begin to establish
themselves, even in law, as a title to property. (Incidentally,
as a historian of political thought, I found all this particularly
useful. Anyone who wants to make sense, say, of Locke's
theory of property could do no better than to read Thompson
on the historical opposition between custom and the political
economy of "improvement.")
Or take his attack on the concept of "industrialization,"
the tendency to treat industrialization as a single, neutral,
ahistorical, technologically determined process, and his insistence on the specificity of industrial capitalism, as a development determined not just by some neutral process of
technological progress but by the specific logic of capitalism
and its specific mode of exploitation, its specific drive for
productivity and labour-discipline. His essay on "Time,
Work-Discipline and Industrial Capitalism" is one of the best
examples of what I have in mind. It does a brilliant job of
conveying the specificity of capitalism, not only the great
transformation in work practices and social relations it entailed but also the tremendous existential changes it involved,
in something as fundamental as our experience of time.
I use Thompson's essays a lot in teaching an undergraduate course on the rise of capitalism, where my main objective
is to detach students from their unquestioned assumptions
about the universality and trans-historical quality of the society in which they live, its conceptions of human nature,
rationality, and social values. I use these essays, in spite of
their difficulty, because I have not found any better critical
liberation than Edward Thompson's history. But no one should
think for a minute that it is only unsophisticated undergraduates who need this kind of lesson. There are Marxists who
could do with some of his cautionary lessons about the portrayal of capitalist development as a neutral, ahistorical, technological process. And that, of course, is nothing compared
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