Such an apparently non‑binary performance is a gift to the biographer, who is always under pressure to illustrate the contemporary resonance of her subject. But Hewitt never really pushes further into the muddling contradictions of Bonheur’s life and times. Here was a cross-dressing lesbian who liked to opine that other women should stick to frocks and an animal painter who insisted on the dignity of her dumb subjects while simultaneously making a fortune out of them. Not all of which is quite apparent from this diligently researched, beautifully produced and insistently sympathetic biography.
Calamity: The Many Lives of Calamity Jane
"as Karen Jones sets out dismayingly early in her book, the only things that the real-life ‘Calamity Jane’ can with confidence be said to have in common with her legend is that she wore trousers, swore like a navvy and was pissed all the time..."
— The Spectator
Does she merit such a reverent and lengthy biography? At more than 400 pages, this book is more lumbering ox than gambolling lamb. Historical background is not so much sketched as scored in. “Oh no, here we go,” you think as Hewitt ploughs through another digression on Saint-Simonianism, the Knights Templar, French translations of the novels of Sir Walter Scott, the abattoirs of Paris, cross-channel paddle steamers, gynaecology in the 1880s, or the Auvergne and its environs.