Interconnect

Fissures within the urban landscape

issue 15 October 2005

Published recently in the Times, William Rees-Mogg’s contention (in a well-meaning if speciously argued piece on the Vatican’s continuing opposition to the ordination of self-confessed homosexuals) that the sexual proclivities of priests attracted to pre-pubertal children was ‘comparable to Oscar Wilde’s relations with London rent boys’ is typical of a fashionable misapprehension which confuses paedophila (as it is currently understood) with the neo-Socratean, hopelessly idealistic conception of paederastia into which Wilde and his associates threw themselves so energetically at the end of the 19th century. As Morris Kaplan so eloquently defines it in his slim but no less esoteric Sodom on the Thames, theirs was a love that combined ‘the passionate devotion and persistent fervour of one, with the forgiving tenderness and self-sacrifice of another’.

Not that this view of ‘the faerie realm of boyhood’ sits any more easily with the far more protectionistically inclined collective consciousness of contemporary society, but neither is this book a paedophile’s charter. Kaplan’s peculiarly tactile dissertation is academically sound — he is a New York trial lawyer — and must be read as entirely representative of its subject’s times and mores.

Even after the incorrigible Eton housemaster Oscar Browning had been banned from seeing (during term time at least) one of his favourite pupils, future viceroy of India George Nathaniel Curzon for developing ‘far too close a personal tie’, the boy’s father Lord Scarborough still felt confident enough to allow Browning and his precious son to take an extended trip to Europe, as he wrote to the old sex pest, ‘… giving you full credit for acting from the purest motive … [one that] … yr sole desire and object has been to elevate … [Curzon’s] … character’.

Oh that the same could be said about Lord Arthur Somerset, who was not quite so lucky when his ‘paederastic’ liaisons with telegraph boys from the Cleveland Street post office blew up in his face in 1889.

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