Saturday, June 08, 2019

'Nest of Spicery'

In Gallery of Literary Portraits (1845), George Gilfillan writes of Charles Lamb: “Of the Essays of Elia, why need we say any thing? They are ‘nests of spicery,’ sweet, subtle extracts from that rarest of hearts, and most curiously-unique of intellects.”

It’s the quoted phrase – “nests of spicery” – that triggers envy in this writer. What is a nest? A shelter for offspring. And “spicery”? Perhaps an aromatic container for spices. Combined, the two words evoke the soothing, comfortable charm of Lamb, like a warm, fragrant house at Christmas. But why the quotation marks? Where did Gilfillan find his sweet-scented allusion? It’s from Act IV, Scene 4 of Richard III, in which Elizabeth says, “But thou didst kill my children,” and Richard (Duke of Gloucester) replies:

“But in your daughter’s womb I bury them:
Where in that nest of spicery they shall breed
Selves of themselves, to your recomforture.”

This suggests that the “nest of spicery” is the uterus, Richard’s intentions are hardly benign (the daughter is his niece), and the image is disturbing. But is Shakespeare anatomically confused? I consulted Eric Partridge’s Shakespeare’s Bawdy (1955), where things get spicier. Here’s the entry for “nest of spicery”: “The pudenda and the circumambient hair.” More anatomical confusion. The OED makes no reference to Shakespeare’s complete phrase but defines spicery as “spices” or “spice shop.” It appears Thomas Wolfe got the message. While searching for the phrase online I came upon his use of it in Of Time and the River (1935).

By the way, though Gilfillan’s prose can get a little fulsome and overheated, he does understand and appreciate Lamb. Later in his portrait he writes:

“He shunned aerial heights of speculation, and vertigo raptures of passion; he cut no Gordian knots; he winked hard at all abstruse questions; he babbled not about green fields; he detested politics; he had small sympathies with the spirit and literature of his age; but he sat still in his study, with Ben Jonson and Webster, or he puffed out poetry from his inseparable pipe . . .”

1 comment:

Baceseras said...

It is the Phoenix that builds a nest of spicery for its grave and womb of its rebirth, I'm surprised if Partridge didn't mention that, as one bird of another.