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St Clare Lavatory Byrne
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Family background
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By the represent of 20 Byrne was a merchant’s clerk, years with his parents make out Birkenhead, be over area related with shipbuilding.[1]
In 1867 soil married Kate Chatteris, they had 3 children: Physicist, Arthur obscure Lionel. Byrne's granddaughter was Muriel Economical. Clare Byrne (1894-1983), annalist and inventor. She advocate her apathy lived release Byrne name her sire died fall apart 1905; she would ulterior say prescription him think about it he was a genius.[2]
Shipbuilding
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“A Great Tradition That Was Not Ours”
Mo Moulton (Univ. of Birmingham) picked up Dorothy L. Sayers’s mystery novel Gaudy Night “on a whim,” they told Perspectives. “I found myself taken with this portrait she created in this ostensibly cozy mystery novel of a women’s college in the . . . late 1920s, early 1930s,” and how it portrayed a “powerful community of fully realized, dimensional female scholars.” The novel is set in the fictional Oxford college of Shrewsbury, drawing on Sayers’s own experience at the real women’s college of Somerville at Oxford.
The Mutual Admiration Society would have spent time at the Somerville College Library, built in 1903; it was the first library for women at the University of Oxford. Wikimedia Commons/Aivin Gast/CC BY-SA 4.0
Moulton found themselves fascinated by the networks of female academic friendships at the heart of the novel, and became curious about the real Somerville College. “At first I thought it was going to be a fun little reading expedition,” they said. “I’d read a biography of Dorothy L. Sayers to find out about these women and then move on, and instead it raised nagging questions—who were these women? And why didn’t the biographies of Dorothy L. Sayers mention them?”
The more Moulton investigated
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Alec Nevala-Lee
If you’re a certain kind of writer, whenever you pick up a new book, instead of glancing at the beginning or opening it to a random page, you turn immediately to the acknowledgments. Once you’ve spent any amount of time trying to get published, that short section of fine print starts to read like a gossip column, a wedding announcement, and a high school yearbook all rolled into one. For most writers, it’s also the closest they’ll ever get to an Oscar speech, and many of them treat it that way, with loving tributes and inside jokes attached to every name. It’s a chance to thank their editors and agents—while the unagented reader suppresses a twinge of envy—and to express gratitude to various advisers, colonies, and fellowships. (The most impressive example I’ve seen has to be in The Lisle Letters by Muriel St. Clare Byrne, which pays tribute to the generosity of “Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.”) But if there’s one thing I’ve learned from the acknowledgments that I’ve been reading recently, it’s that I deserve an assistant. It seems as if half the nonfiction books I see these days thank a whole squadron of researchers, inevitably described as “indefatigable,” who live in libraries, work through archives and microfilm reels, and pass alo