Saturday 18 August 2018

Yuste

We went to see King Lear earlier this week. I've not seen it before - I don't really know why - and I loved it (both production and play). I had two reflections. Firstly, on Jacobitism: there must be a book on the staging of Shakespeare, but I assume that Lear wasn't ever staged at all between 1688 and at least 1715.  The themes of ungrateful daughters and a French invasion may have been a little too raw.

By far my most common thought though was of Yuste, the location of the retirement of Charles V. I've long been fascinated by Charles V as a pivot point in European history. His own, memorably described, 'genealogical joyride,' brought into single ownership an unprecedented profusion of crowns and though I think his power in practice operated below the level of all those coronets, it was still vast. The consequences are still with us. Under him, the Reformation began and took hold, vast sections of the New World were colonised, the Union of Austria and Hungary was created, and in some ways, much of the next hundred years and beyond was shaped simply by his will. The partition of his domains between his brother and son in itself changed the dynamic of Europe. That he detached the Low Countries from the German Habsburg inheritance and linked it to Spain could be described as leading to the creation of up to six modern states. Portugal, Austria, Belgium, the Netherlands, Luxembourg, and Lichtenstein include at least two of my favourite places in the whole world, but they are all, to some extent, dynastic accidents.

That decisive partition is even more extraordinary because it was made while Charles remained alive. in the mid 1550s, he gradually abdicated all his possessions and retreated to a monastery, where he remained for over two years before dying. It would be wrong to argue that Charles was at the peak of his powers - he was in the middle of war with the French for a start - but this was in no way a forced abdication due to weakness (though I think there is some evidence of excruciating pain from gout playing a factor). For me though, extraordinary though the decision is, the truly astonishing thing is the period following: for over two years the most powerful European polity had two kings, and two very different kings at that. In that period, Philip II was fighting the French and indeed the Pope, while Charles apparently continued to correspond abroad. Yet, there are no suggestions of clashes, or that disaffected factions ran to Yuste. This is not the norm.

Though fascinating, to my knowledge there is nothing written in English at least about this almost unique period of two kings and about the self-imposed internal exile of the most powerful man in Christendom. I suspect it is little known (I wonder if early Jacobean audiences would have known of it), and little thought of. This is a great shame.

Wednesday 1 August 2018

Bibliography, July 2018

BOTM: W. Thesiger, The Marsh Arabs (1964)*

D. Barber, The third plate (2014)
N. Boulton, How I won the yellow jumper (2010)
P. Fitzgerald, Human voices (1979)
A. Maitland, Wilfred Thesiger (2007)
G. Maxwell, A reed shaken by the wind (1957)
A. Tinniswood, The long weekend: Life in the English Country House Between the Wars (2016)

This has been a great month. Barber first: I liked this a lot, about sustainable farming, but I bought in on the strength of articles like this and I wanted there to be a lot more about grains. I liked the middle, about pigs and fish, but it wasn't as strong as the vegetable sections. So a miss, but a great one. Next: Tinniswood on country houses was a treasure chest of anecdote and wonderfulness. How you react to stories of mad aristos is a key driver of politics. I love them; A less so. It's probably why we vote how we vote. However, while lovely, I missed analysis and and numbers. At one point, he takes a small sample of Debrett's to assess the numbers losing their stately homes over the period. That's just lazy.  Third: Human voices lovely, particularly good for me due to the BBC colour, but excellent generally.

However, inevitably, BOTM had to come from the cluster of Thesigania (my neologism), prompted by reading Maxwell's book on the Iraqi marshes. Reading both and then the biography was fascinating, as the layers of legend were stripped away in order. Maitland's biography is too long, and spends too much time too early, but still fascinating. In the end Thesiger's own work is the best. I recall, the first time I read them, I preferred this to Desert Sands. I can't remember why now, but it is a wonderful description of fascinating, fragile world, destroyed by modernity and Saddam.