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Just after bonfire night in 1989, Stephen Medcalf, who was tickled by the idea of being photographed at home, wrote to me , ‘I do not promise not to tidy it a bit … a clergyman in Norfolk told me what my room looked like from the way I sat in my chair at breakfast, he said he could see all my books would be ranged round where I could reach out for them without getting up. ‘

Stephen Medcalf at home, December 1989

Previous occupants at 61, New Road in Lewes, a terraced cottage on the hill just under the castle, had painted a jungle-scape after Le Douanier Rousseau above the front room chimney piece, and Stephen had hung his family portraits against it. After lunch at the Lewes Arms he posed serenely, cross-legged in front of the fireplace and Magus-like on the doorstep. The photographs lay in a drawer until he died in 2007.

 

 

Stephen Medcalf (1936-2007), English scholar, academic , bibliophile and mystic, taught at the University of Sussex from 1963 until 2002.

Books were his merchandise and eclectic dog-eared volumes from second-hand bookstalls were his chosen tokens of favour. Here he was in his element, like a troglodyte in his cave camouflaged against tannin-soaked carpets and brown leather bindings.

He said that he would like to have the slogan, ‘THERE ARE NO BORING THINGS ONLY BORED PEOPLE,’  tattoed on his back and chest in red and green and gold and black.

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  • Comment by Louise — 2 December, 2012 @ 9:25 pm

    Oh, what an obviously loveable man! Thank heavens you photographed him and I particularly enjoy the fact that he had tidied up.

  • Comment by Sam Bell — 25 July, 2013 @ 10:03 pm

    I was very lucky to be taught by Stephen in the mid-seventies at Sussex, and to visit his shambolic home too. He also came to visit at my home in Devon one summer, when we toured just about every church in the region.

    Great to come across this memento.

  • Comment by Chris Boyne — 26 November, 2013 @ 6:58 pm

    Those who were taught by Stephen will remember that his room in the (old) arts building at Falmer rapidly took on the quality of his house. He was often invisible behind vast tottering piles of books and papers, from where a steady stream of oracular utterance proceeded. He was a saintly man, though he would have been the first to deny it. I wish I had come to know him again in later life.

  • Comment by John Braby — 6 May, 2017 @ 8:06 am

    The drawers of his filing cabinet were marked “Paper/Paper/Paper”.

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