On the night of Hollywood’s star-studded (whatever that means) Oscars ceremony, it seems an apt time to look into the mad world of the Romantic poets, their literary legacies, and their hair-raising (you’ll see) concepts of autographs.
The pictures above are taken from a collection in Oxford’s Bodleian Library – and yes they’re just your standard real locks of human hair. But these are not just any locks – oh no – these luscious strands belong to those wise scalps of the great Romantic writers – Mary Wollstonecroft Shelley, Percy Bysshe Shelley and Lord Byron.
But why would anyone want this? – I hear you ask.
This creepy gifting began with the Romantics themselves, and most notably with Lord Byron – an infamous womaniser – who would cut off small parts of his hair and send it to his various love interests and obsessed fans. Even more strangely, this became a reciprocal process with which ladies would respond with their own contributions. Yet this practice reached its unnerving zenith when a Spanish lady gifted THREE FEET of her hair to her beau…let’s hope he appreciated that wonderful ‘gift’.
Following this it all came down to the demands of Shelley and Byron’s descendants. The Victorians were renowned for memorialising their loved ones, often preserving the short locks of hair of deceased family members or lovers. These snippets of hair were carefully cultivated and sometimes even made into jewellery – lockets, bracelets etc. – for day-to-day wear…erm romantic.
With high infant mortality rates, taxidermy thriving, death photography in popular demand, exciting in-home séances used to communicate ‘beyond the veil’, and literature teaming with grief and grievers (see Tennyson’s In Memoriam A.H.H) – the Victorian commercialisation of death was a business that was booming.
This contextual demand for memorial culture makes it easy to see why, for the Victorians, the physical preservation of the previous era’s literary giants would far surpass a written autograph. The lock of hair of Byron or Shelley would be the collector’s ultimate dream.
In fact, such a fetishistic fantasy was the impulse which drove a similar autograph process, one also wrapped up in status and competition – particularly amongst women – and this was of the refinement of commonplace books. Aesthetically, these books appeared most closely related to modern day scrapbooks. The most sought after commonplace books contained autographed verses from favourite poets, tiny portraits, pressed flowers and, of course, locks of lovely hair. These books functioned much like (*and cue a very un-highbrow comparison*) the Pokémon Cards of the Noughties, as content was traded amongst friends, some items were much more valuable than others in terms of their ‘celebrity’ status, and intense envy of friends was never far behind.
One example, from a letter of Miss Emily Eden to Lady Buckinghamshire in 1814, demonstrates this autograph angst perfectly:
“She brought down a great book full of verses and epigrams, that she is collecting all over the world and gathered chiefly at Middleton; she let few of them be read, and screamed and pulled away the book every three minutes in case we should see more than we ought…‘May I copy this? – ‘No; not unless you let me copy that.’ – ‘Very well, but you won’t turn over the page?’ – ‘No’ – ‘Then you must not go further than that line.’ And then the books are all locked up again, for they each have keys and Lady Elizabeth says everybody wore the key of her manuscript book at her side, in case the others should get it by fair means or foul.”
And with all that slightly strange, slightly queasy, glimpse into 19th century concepts of celebrity and autographs, let’s hope Leo will be on the lookout for freaky fans with barbers clippers tonight.