{"id":6250,"date":"2010-02-18T13:51:24","date_gmt":"2010-02-18T18:51:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=6250"},"modified":"2010-02-18T15:56:23","modified_gmt":"2010-02-18T20:56:23","slug":"for-the-love-of-film-reflections-on-iris-barry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ourgrandmotherskitchens.com\/?p=6250","title":{"rendered":"For the Love of Film: Reflections on Iris Barry"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Long ago and far away, I wrote a not very fascinating master\u2019s thesis about a person who was very fascinating indeed.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Iris Barry (1895-1969) was one of film preservation\u2019s heroines. This chic Britisher was an influential film critic in London in the 1920s, writing for three separate periodicals\u2014the popular Daily Mail<\/em>, the literary Spectator<\/em>, and the fashionable Vogue<\/em>.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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A founder of the London Film Society, she was one of the first people in Britain\u2014indeed, in the world\u2014to call for films to be preserved.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Barry moved to New York in 1930 and cultivated friendships with a number of people in the city\u2019s artistic and philanthropic circles. In 1932 her contacts paid off; she was asked to establish\u00a0a library at the Museum of Modern Art<\/a>.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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In 1935 the museum started a film library\u2014and Barry became its first curator. Her charge, according to Time<\/a><\/em> magazine, was to \u201cpreserve for students and posterity important moving pictures of the past.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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For the next 15 years she helped invent and establish the whole idea of saving and curating films.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I recently asked Haidee Wasson of Concordia University, author of Museum Movies: The Museum of Modern Art and the Birth of Art Cinema <\/em>(2005), about Barry\u2019s accomplishments at the museum. Wasson replied in part:<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Barry wrote in her autobiographical notes that the accomplishment of which she was most proud was that after her work at MoMA, she believed that “films would be dated like fine wine.” Before her, this was not a convention of film culture.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I hadn\u2019t thought about Barry for years until a few days ago, when I read about a wonderful idea and cause. This week Ferdy on Films<\/a><\/em> and the Self-Styled Siren<\/a>\u00a0<\/em>are organizing a blogathon called For the Love of Film<\/strong> to highlight the ongoing task of film preservation and to raise funds for the National Film Preservation Foundation<\/a>.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I decided at once to participate\u2014and to resurrect my research on Iris Barry. My thesis dealt with her early work, particularly her writings for the Daily Mail<\/em> between 1925 and 1930.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Unfortunately, my notes (if they still exist) are in another state, and I haven\u2019t had a chance to get there to look for them since I heard about the blogathon.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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So I\u2019m sharing with you a few of my memories of Iris Barry\u2014old, secondhand memories, but vivid ones nonetheless.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Barry was conscious from the very first of her role as a promoter and defender of film. Her 1926 book Let\u2019s Go to the Pictures<\/em> (titled Let\u2019s Go to the Movies<\/em> here in the States), like her criticism, embodied the different personae she adopted in relation to film.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Barry was conscious of her membership\u00a0in London\u2019s artistic and literary circles.\u00a0A\u00a0prot\u00e9g\u00e9 of Ezra Pound, she had written poetry and fiction before finding an occupation in film criticism. She wanted to establish film as an art form and to define the sort of art form it might be.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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She also saw herself as an unabashed film fan\u2014a lover of the experience of going to the movies as well as of individual films and stars.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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It was in part this schizophrenic nature of Barry\u2019s film criticism that drew me to her. She could heap praise on Felix the Cat (whom she called \u201can institution, a totem\u201d) as well as D.W. Griffith\u2019s masterwork Intolerance<\/em>.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I\u00a0believe that most\u00a0of us who have written about film and its history share this duality. We want to study and preserve films because they can be rich examples of cultural history or magnificent works of art.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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We also want to study and preserve them because we grew up getting a thrill from westerns or thrillers or screwball comedies, from Clint Eastwood or Ginger Rogers or Anne Hathaway. Like Iris Barry, we are all fans of the flickers.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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One of Barry\u2019s other appealing characteristics as a critic was her insistence that \u201c[t]he Cinema exists to please women.\u201d She maintained that the majority of filmgoers in Britain were women and that filmmakers programmed for them.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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She also urged her fellow female film watchers to be discriminating, to ask for more than sweet love stories in their film fare. \u201cThe cinema provides us with the safe dreams we want,\u201d she wrote, \u201cand if our dreams are often not worth having, it is because we demand no better.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Marcine of the blog A Clock Without Hands<\/a><\/em> wrote a post last summer citing Barry\u2019s accomplishments and concluding, \u201cIs it even necessary for me to say that [Barry] has lived my dream life?\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I also applaud Iris Barry\u2019s accomplishments. Her life\u00a0was not always a dream, however. In a recent email Jillian Slonim of New York, who is working on a biography of Barry,\u00a0described\u00a0her as\u00a0“a person whose public activities were known and acknowledged but whose private life was both complicated and kept under wraps by her.” <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I look forward to reading Jill’s work as I indeed know little about Barry’s life. Jill says, “[T]he more I delve into Barry the more interesting she becomes to me.”<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I do know this:\u00a0Iris Barry\u00a0was often poor. She arrived in New York at the onset of the Depression with a great wardrobe but not much else. I admire her courage in striking out on her own this way, but the experience doesn\u2019t sound pleasant.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Her close relationships were stormy. She seems to have been drawn to men who abused or neglected her. The most significant example of this phenomenon (and probably the most significant man in her life) was the poet and artist Wyndham Lewis, with whom Barry lived from 1918 to 1921.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Wyndham Lewis, "L'Ingenue" (1919, a portrait of Barry), Courtesy of the National Portrait Gallery<\/p><\/div>\n

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Lewis was a stereotypical Bohemian artist of his period\u2014temperamental, unfaithful, and occasionally just plain mean. He and Barry had two children, both of whom were farmed off to others to raise.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Barry married twice\u2014once in London to a poet named Alan Porter; the second time in New York to John Abbott, a financier who was an administrator at the Museum of Modern Art and technically supervised her, although it seems clear that she was the one in charge of the Film Library. Neither marriage lasted.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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In the late 1940s at the Cannes Film Festival she met Pierre Kerroux, a Frenchman who was apparently working as a smuggler at the time. She lived with him in Fayence at the end of her life. At least one friend of hers I interviewed at the time of my master\u2019s thesis was concerned that Kerroux abused her physically.\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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The two had few resources on which to draw. Barry\u2019s occasional work for the museum could not have supplied much income. And she clearly had a drinking problem by the end of her life if not before.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Barry may have been thinking of her own relationships with men when she wrote in her Portrait of Lady Mary Montagu<\/em> (1928):<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n

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Love she really knew very little about. That is the misfortune of women, that they have an appetite but no natural genius for it…. It is simple enough for a man to be attracted by a woman; but so very hard for him to accept her as a human being.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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In my correspondence with Haidee Wasson I asked what attracted her to Barry. Here is part of her reply:<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I was drawn to Iris Barry partly because she was such a pivotal figure for the history of film, and its relationship to art institutions like the Museum of Modern Art in New York. The more I learned about her the more compelling I found her to be. She was dynamic and uncommonly intelligent.\u2026<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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And, I long have had the sense that she didn’t suffer fools. Barry also managed to balance the compromises required of working within established institutions yet also mining a deeply personal passion. I don’t think she was always the most likable person in the room. But, she was bold, proud and uncompromising.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I don\u2019t wish for Iris Barry\u2019s life\u2014the poverty, the\u00a0difficult relationships, the willingness to strike out blindly on new courses without thinking them through. Nevertheless, I do envy her passion: for film, for art, for preserving beauty and culture.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I celebrate her achievements as a critic and a curator. And I admire her poetic soul.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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In a 1931 Bookman<\/em> article about\u00a0London’s\u00a0literary\u00a0and artistic\u00a0milieu during World War I Barry wrote:<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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The effect, all too little realized at the time, was as though something that mattered very much had somehow and rather miraculously been preserved round that table when so much else was being scattered, smashed up, killed, imprisoned or forgotten…. <\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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It was, for the hours the gathering lasted, less important that so many were being killed and more that something lived: possible to recall that for every Blenheim there is a Voltaire and that the things that endure are not stupidity or fear.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Iris Barry herself accomplished “something that mattered.” And she was someone who mattered.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Happily, Barry is beginning to achieve the recognition she deserves. Haidee Wasson and Leslie Hankins have both published journal articles examining her writings. Jillian Slonim is finding everyone she can (and every piece of paper she can) to shed light on Barry’s life and work.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Jill reports that MoMA is planning to launch a “Modern Women” exhibition\u00a0in Spring 2010 that will include some of Barry’s original programming.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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More intimately, perhaps, with Jill Slonim’s help the town of Fayence, France, held a “Jour Iris Barry” last fall. On this day\u00a0Fayence celebrated its late resident and officially named the movie theater in the town’s new cultural center after her. <\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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If like Iris Barry YOU have a passion for film, please consider donating to the National Film Preservation Foundation<\/a>. The NFPF is giving away four DVD sets to donors chosen in a random drawing this week.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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And of course please do visit some of the other bloggers who\u00a0are writing\u00a0this week For the Love of Film<\/a><\/strong>.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Meanwhile, here is a (vaguely) Iris-inspired recipe.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I have to admit that none of my old research on Barry gave me a clue about what to cook. <\/span><\/span>Unfortunately for me but not for her,\u00a0Jillian Slonim\u00a0is currently at the Berlin Film Festival.\u00a0She wrote:<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Iris did like to eat though she went through many periods in which she could not afford to eat well or what she might have wanted to eat. I seem to remember reading something she wrote in her later years–when she lived in Fayence–about liking asparagus but won’t be able to check that until I’m back home…too late for the blogathon.<\/span><\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I turned to Haidee Wasson, who told me of Barry\u2019s \u201ctea habit.\u201d Apparently, she enjoyed afternoon tea, particularly in her London days. So I brewed a pot of tea and made some smoked-salmon tea sandwiches. I\u2019m sure that when Barry was doing well financially she enjoyed them. I hope you enjoy them, too.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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And I promise my next post will be MUCH, MUCH shorter than this one…….<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Film (and Fish) Lovers\u2019 Tea Sandwiches<\/strong><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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I started to write down exact proportions for these little treats, but I gave up on that idea rather quickly because like most tea sandwiches they are best assembled to taste. I just stirred lemon zest, dill, and pepper into the cheese until it tasted delicious but not too strong.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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If you want to vary the recipe, you may certainly add capers to the cheese and\/or garnish. And if you\u2019re like my mother (who adores butter), you may add a layer of butter underneath the cheese.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Ingredients:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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thinly sliced white bread (either a solid homemade bread such as the one I used in my BOLT sandwiches<\/a>\u00a0or a commercial brand such as Pepperidge Farm)
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\na handful of fresh dill, chopped but not too finely
\ngrated lemon zest
\nfreshly ground pepper
\nsliced smoked salmon, cut into small pieces<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Instructions:<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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If you want to, cut your bread into pretty shapes. Since Saint Patrick\u2019s Day is coming up, I used shamrocks. Cut off the crusts even if you don\u2019t make shapes.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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In a bowl thoroughly combine the cheese, most of the dill, most of the lemon zest, and the pepper.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Spread the cheese mixture generously onto the pieces of bread. Top with salmon and a bit more dill and lemon zest.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Brew up a pot of tea and watch an old film.<\/span><\/span><\/div>\n
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Iris Barry in France with artist Jean Raine (Courtesy of www.jeanraine.org)<\/p><\/div>\n

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