Triformis.” Some researchers believes she may have done this merely to help the magazine look like it had a larger staff than it did. Hastings wrote and co-edited for the socialist journal The New Age under or a long list of pseudonyms, including the battling “Beatrice Tina” and “D. In short, she was what she would be later described as, a woman with “ as many faces as voices.” Beatrice Hastings In addition to being Modigliani’s first “great love” and model, she was a journalist, a novelist, a poet, a political advocate, a convert to Theosophy, a spiritualist religion and philosophical school established during the late 19th century that had a profound and long-lasting influence on modern, and particularly abstract art. Chis Mourant in his essay about Beatrice’s time in Paris.īeatrice Hastings was born Emily Alice Haigh in South Africa in 1879, but would change her name upon moving to London as a young woman, along with reinventing nearly everything about herself several times over through the course of her life. “In literary and art history scholarship, Hastings rarely appears other than as an occasional footnote to the life stories of her more famous contemporaries,” writes University of Birmingham’s Dr. Avant-garde feminist? Parisian war correspondent? Occultist? Forgotten Modernist? Modigliani’s first great love and muse? As it happens, she was all of the above. And on that note, let’s get some clarity on just who this mysterious chameleon, who wrote under at least thirteen different pseudonyms, actually was. Triformis is also a pseudonym … for Beatrice Hastings. What’s left unsaid, of course, is that Triformis has a secret too: D. In fact, she’s Beatrice Hastings, the militant suffragette and unconventional feminist whose notorious book was recently boycotted. Beatrice Tina is so grateful, she lets Triformis in on a little secret: she is not really Beatrice Tina.

But recently, they’ve managed to find some common ground. A writer you’ve been enjoying, a women’s suffrage advocate named Beatrice Tina has been arguing, via the “Letters to the Editor” section, with someone called D. It’s the first decade of the twentieth century, and you’re in London reading the avant-garde weekly magazine, The New Age. A forgotten Modernist writer imagined, Beatrice Hastings

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