13 - Conclusion: The Fair Songster

Summary

Who was Kitty Clive? Her very name suggests her elusiveness: was she baptized Ellenor, as Patrick J. Crean suggests, or Catherine? The former smacks of Ireland, the latter of England. Was she really ‘Mrs. Clive’? Her marriage appears to have been a fiction. And then there's the propriety linked to the name ‘Clive’: was she a paragon of rectitude, as even her detractors long claimed, or was she a Sapphic lover, winking her same-sex loyalties even as she staged sneering mockery of the homosocial man? Clive's story confounds smooth telling.

Archival data apart, what is left to us of Clive are reports and representations. These clash constantly, because Clive was a celebrity of the first order. The business of stars is to create, destroy, elude, and constantly change what audiences think they know about them. Clive commanded these arts in the playhouse, where performer met audience nightly. Physically close, the playhouse star moved between familiarity and mystery: adopting a new dramatis persona on stage, acting and singing in a way that was familiar yet different, pointing up this familiarity and difference, and disappearing once the work ended. A Clive or a Garrick shape-shifted with great ease while being instantly recognizable, embodying a selfhood whose parameters were always fluid.

Voice was Clive's means to convey herself, first in music, then in stage speech, and ultimately in writing. Music schooled her in control – mental, physical, and emotional – and success showed her what audiences wanted. She was cherished for being original, yet her audiences admired not what she bared, but what she showed herself capable of hiding, and how. For Clive, as for many of her contemporaries, voice was a primary means of both concealment and confession. She keyed hers to socia advancement, but possessed a unique sound, a distinct vocal grain with which audience identified her, regardless what character she played. In its poise, her voice dazzled, but left her open to charges of hypocrisy. In its boldness, her voice hooked listeners, but left her open to charges of impudence. When mimicking reigning Italian sopranos, she slipped between compliance with Town fashion and defiance of it, creating her own brand of vocal music. As she toggled between seeming polite and seeming frank, she sometimes succeeded in drowning out, to audience applause, the author's voice with her own.