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Beg, borrow or steal it – a book you must read…

December 28, 2008 – 10:19 pm

You'll never go into Chauvet Cave. I'll never go into Chauvet Cave. Probably only a few dozen people will ever go into Chauvet Cave.

And that's as it should be, for our absence has preserved, and will continue to preserve, traces of the previous users of the cave – human beings from around 32,000 to 26,000 years ago, who left a tremendous gallery of paintings of the animals of the time (and an occasional faint trace and image of themselves) and the cave bears and other animals with which they shared it.

The magic for this French cave was that it wasn't discovered until 1996. Unlike Lascaux, and so many other such treasures, it wasn't trampled by careless 19th and 20th-century feet – subjected to the breath and probing hands of thousands (which has caused so much damage that Lascaux has now been closed).

But it hardly matters, for with Return to Chauvet Cave – Excavating the Birthplace of Art: The First Full Report by Jean Clottes, a comprehensive, flamboyantly illustrated text — not so much a coffee table book as a dining table book, given its size and weight — you get pretty close to seeing everything in the cave that's yet been seen. (The careful, considered process of research means that it will be decades before everything is examined.)

The tremendous job that is exploring this cave was granted to a research consortium, and one of its promises was that it would publish and make available its results as soon as possible – and it is certainly living up to its word with this book, and doing so in a way that is both eminently serious and considered, but also perfectly accessible to the lay person. (You can get a preview on the official website.)

Everything that has been done is carefully explained and illustrated. You get to see, for example, the photograph of the footprints of a large canid at their clearest spot, then a drawing made from them, which makes them far clearer to the non-expert eye. Then the way this is done is explained – with a picture of a person making the cast from which the drawing was done. The text explains why this helps.

You get the feeling that every word in the text was carefully considered: take that "canid" – not "dog", and not "wolf", and that's because "the morphology of the autopodia differs from the wolf's in that the relative length of the middle digits is reduced". But, the first proven evidence of a dog is 14,000 years ago, far after this print was made, although "genetics studies are putting forward a serious argument for the wolf transforming into the dog around 100,000 years ago".

But it is not just animal tracks. There's a human track, one that can be followed for a considerable distance, and that will almost certainly be followed further in the future. Just one track, of one person. Based on comparison with modern Europeans — who are known to be broadly comparable to Cro-Magnons — "the prints must be those of a pre-adolescent about 1.3m (4.5 feet) tall. The low length/width ratio … rather suggests a boy."

There's more. At various points the boy wipes a clay-stained hand on the walls, leaving print, and along his path there are scrape marks from the torch – scrape marks that were clearly placed to mark the route through the labyrinthine cave. The carbon of those marks has been dated to 26,000 years ago – 4,000 years newer than any of the dates in the cave.

Even in the cautious language of science, there's a very clear story to be told. We don't know, almost certainly can never know, what the boy made of the paintings as he explored the cave, but he was almost certainly looking at something strange and wonderful, exploring for reasons that we can only guess at. There might be more to the story — for the track of the canid and the boy, in the pasts explored thus far — appear to follow much the same route. (This is the only evidence anywhere found for a canid in the cave. It certainly suggests another element in the story.)

That's only a small part of Return to Chauvet's Cave, although I found it the most exciting. What the book does is begin with a short survey of the discovery of the cave and research techniques, a scan of its environment today, and when it was in use. It then examines the cave's art in two ways, working through chamber by chamber and making the important point of looking at the blank spaces as well as the art. Clearly the artists had an intention, a purpose, in leaving bare spaces that might have been decorated.

What is also clear is that there is a distinct pattern to the depictions: "The cave can be viewed as two collections, which were used differently: up to the Candle Gallery, with the majority of red figures, its panels of hand dots and its bears; the second part … with an abundance of engravings and black paintings organised in great panels. Aurochs, bison and deer are only found in these deep areas."

The drawings not only have an intellectual coherence, but a stylistic one. Clottes writes, "We conclude that most figures were drawn by a very small number of people who shared the same ideas, probably during a fairly short period of time, even during the period when the cave was first visited by humans". The boy, and his people, if they added anything at all, did so in a way that was indistinguishable.

Then the text closely studies the techniques, and it is clear here — if it wasn't already from the spectacular images — that this is a sophisticated, developed artistic culture. For example, "By stumping, mixing the pigment with the clay on the surface of the limestone, the artists succeeded in creating volumes, thanks to the numerous shades of greys, browns and sepias." Finally it looks at the depictions of different animals and symbols – possibly where it gets most frustrating, since we of course know nothing of the meaning behind the choices, and quite probably never will.

This isn’t to say that people aren't dying to try, and that's how the book concludes, with an essay by an anthropologist, Joelle Robert-Lamblin, who, while accepting the dangers of comparing contemporary ethnographic observations with prehistoric remains, suggests that this can open up the "scientific imagination". Doing that, he concludes that "two systems of depiction are found together: one of them is figurative, extremely realistic, revealing the artists' skill in observing nature; the second system which compromises not forms but sign is symbolic … the walls thus seem to reveal an Aurignacian art that is profoundly marked by the theme of duality."

Then, of course, with weary inevitability, we reach the point of gender difference where Robert-Lamblin suggests that the difference in art in the earlier stages of the cave and later, which "could indicate that different individuals were given access to the cave in different places: women, children, and non-initiates perhaps entered the first part of the cave, whereas only veritable 'initiates' could go deeper. (Or, entirely equally probably, men might have been excluded and the women were the initiates – no evidence either way!)

I do agree with Robert-Lamblin on the fascinating interaction between humans and bears. Both shared this space and perhaps sometimes struggled over it. In places the humans seem to have clearly tried to cover up bear scratch marks; in others, the bears — presumably not acting with the same intent — have almost destroyed the human handiwork.

There's much, much more in this book and its discoveries. One fascinating subject for the expert is its apparent shooting down of a traditional division of the black and red paintings into different periods. The only more I can say is get hold of this book from a library or bookstore, and read it. It is a grown-ups book, but if you know a curious, bright, questing pre-teen or early teen child — one who's interested in history and geology and botany — I'd lay hands on this book and read it with them: you'll have a paleontologist on your hands before you know it.

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Getting ahead in the Sun King’s France

December 26, 2008 – 11:50 am

There’s no doubt about the top position that a woman could reach in France in the time of Louis XIV, at least by her own efforts. That supreme goal was to be the king’s official maitresse en titre, the king’s official mistress. Louis in his long reign had just three. It is the middle of these, Athenais, or to give her proper due, the Marquise de Montespan, about whom Lisa Hilton has chosen to write a biography, titled The Real Queen of France: Athenais and Louis XIV.

As that title suggests, Hilton admires Athenais; she’s more than a little seduced by this powerful character, but then given all of the assassination that the marquise’s character has endured – in her lifetime and afterwards – perhaps as a corrective that’s no bad thing. We can do with positive, approving accounts of powerful women – particularly those who’ve started from practically nowhere and risen, determinedly and creatively, to the very top.

But that’s not a view of her generally shared by either contemporaries or later historians. The famous letter writer Madam de Sevigne called her “the Torrent”, or “Circe”, and her character’s been blackened by her alleged involvement in the “The Affair of the Poisons” – a murky, widespread case of alleged sorcery, witchcraft and poisoning that stretched through all of French society, from the bottom to the centre of Versailles itself. (Hilton convincingly acquits Athenais of serious involvement in the case – she might indeed have used love potions on the king, but wild claims of black masses and poisoning attempts don’t, she says, hold up to any sort of scrutiny, and can be traced to political machinations behind the investigation.)

That’s not to say, however, that Athenais didn’t have contemporary admirers – not to mention those seeking to ride on the skirt-tails of her success – they called her La Grande Sultane, or La Maitress Regnante. And that hints at what Hilton sees as her greatest success – and contribution to France – her place at the very creative heart of the cultural heartland that Versailles became.
Hilton is very good at setting the scene of Versailles – the way Louis – his childhood scarred by conflict between his regent mother and the aristocracy – sought to enfold and trap France’s entire ruling class within this gilded prison, and the way in which its excessive luxury was, she says, a driving force for France’s industrial development, and growth of France as the defining luxury brand – a position that to large degree it still holds today.

The biographer follows a direct, simple and linear path through Athenais’s life, beginning with her childhood in a family of the bluest of blue blood, although seeing her prospects of a glorious marriage (by which was meant not one of love but of fine family alliance to money, power and more blue blood) reduced by her father’s extravagance and the cost of the dowry of her elder sister. So, Hilton explains, it was at the advanced age of 22 that Athenais was to be tied to the decent, good-lucking and moderately solvent Marquis de Noirmoutiers. Had that come off, Hilton doesn’t speculate, although the reader surely must, there might not have been this “Real Queen” – her career might have followed a more conventional path.

But this young man got tangled in a messy case of aristocratic honour – an early morning duel that left three men dead and him fleeing into exile, Curiously, only weeks later, Athenais found herself marrying the Marquis de Montespan, brother of one of the dead man, in the closest thing to a love match the 17th century was likely to see among the aristocracy. He should have been marrying money, so really should she, but he additionally had no connection to power or influence, and a strong reputation for gambling and extravagance – which he was soon to be living up to, and how, as well as proving his inability to succeed at anything he tried his hand at – notably military matters.

So it became essential that she secure for herself a good court post – which she duly did, becoming lady in waiting to the poor dim and dumpy Spanish Queen – that was no fun in itself, but it put Athenais at the centre of the court – in its masques and ballets, its spectacles, and very near to the king himself, and to her fellow lady in waiting, Louise de la Valliere, the king’s first, and still installed official mistress. Hilton is rather hard on Louise – she surely can’t have been quite so dull as the writer suggests – but it seems clear that once Athenais put her mind – and her body – to it, Louis couldn’t but be dazzled, and seduced from his sworn mistress. (Not that, Hilton reports, it was hard to seduce Louis – practically any woman in the right place at the right time could do it – often several of them in one day – but usually it was more than a moment of divertisement.)

There’s plenty of detail and background colour, but you never really feel as a reader that you, or Hilton, has got truly close to Athenais, has understood not just her ambition, but the person beneath it. I’m not sure, however, that you can blame the biographer for this. As Hilton explains, the Versailles that Athenais played a big part in creating was Europe’s perfect model of the baroque – “the expression of classical idea of life lived as spectacle, in which men conduct themselves as ‘actors’ before God and every public gesture becomes ceremonial.” Louis himself acted the king so much, Hilton suggests, there may not have been anything left of the original man underneath. (Helped in the early years of relationship she suggests by the arrogantly confident Athenais – who always trusted that her fine breeding would see her through.)

One minor irritation in the book is that popular poetry, ditties and jokes are scattered through the text, but translated only in the endnotes. My reading French can just about stumble through them – although almost certainly missing some of the puns, but why not make these – in a text very much meant for popular consumption – immediately available on the relevant page.

But overall it is a rollicking, entertaining, even inspiring, spin through a life lived to the full. Hilton does a decent job of helping the reader keep track of multi- titled aristocracy and their complicated genealogy. And you’ll emerge also with a clear sense of Versailles in its best days (the accounts of the undergardeners sprinting frantically from fountain to fountain to ensure they “played” as the king walked past will certainly stay with me whenever I think of those endless vistas, which still survive today. And if all of this is tinted for the modern reader with the knowledge of what comes next – the Revolution and all of that – Hilton has sensibly chosen to avoid that – putting Athenais in her own flawed but glorious time, and letting the future take care of itself. (Except to note, for those who care about such things, that through her daughter to Louis, Mlle de Blois, Duchesse d’Orleans, that her great-great-great grandson became King of France (the nation’s only constitutional monarch). And by way of his 10 children, Athenais came to be related to the royal houses of Spain, Portugal, Belgium, Bulgaria, Italy and Luxembourg.

And as I sit writing this, in Burgundy, France, there’s an almost local connection – for Athenais died in 1717 (almost forgotten) in the spa at Bourbon Lancy – just 100km or so down the road. She’d gone there seeking a cure – as she’d regularly done in her glory days – and of her journey there in May 1676 Hilton provides a detailed account.

“Athenais was accompanied by her niece and her sister, Mme de Thianges, and they travelled in typical style, in a barouche drawn by six splendid horses.Behind followed a coach containing six maids, two wagons, sic pack mules, Athenais’s bodyguards and a dozen outriders. In total, the party number forty-five. Mme de Sevigne was following the same route as the royal mistress…
Athenais paised at Nevers, where she was given an official welcome at the chateau …. the cure at Bourbon lasted 30 days, and consisted of drinking the waters, therapeutic thermal baths, ‘medicines’ such as bleeding and purges, and bed rest. Mme de Sevigny was enthusiastic about the results, although her modesty was rather tried by the outdoor baths, and she did not venture into the mud pits. She comments on the excellent mix of Vichy and Bourbon water on offer…
From Bourbon, Athenais and her party set off for Moulin aboard a magnificent barge, painted and gilded and furnished, as the indefatigable de Sevigne reports, “in red damask… with quantities of devices and streamers in the colours and France and Navarre… Athenais had obtained this magnificent equipage from Gilbert Bourdier de Roche, the intendant of the baths, who considered himself amply recompensed for the enormous expense by the letter Athenais reported she had written to the King, full of praise for his attentiveness.” (p. 180-181).

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Maria Antoinette – a solid account of a woman who never really got a grip on reality

December 26, 2008 – 11:47 am

There are few subjects that divide historians as much as Marie Antoinette. Those of the anti-monarchical, pro-Revolutionary, or just plain misogynist school, are convinced that she was a nymphomaniac, traitorous bad mother with no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Those of the royalist school by contrast, along with the odd feminist who’s tired of reading the same slurs again and again about powerful women, tend to defend her as purer than the driven snow, well-meaning, if, they have to admit, a little out of touch with the realities of France.

Evelyne Lever, a prominent French historian, with the benefit of some papers and facts only relatively recently available, has trawled through the archives, reasonably weighed the facts (it seems – she has fewer obvious angles than most writers I’ve read on this subject), and, perhaps unsurprisingly, come down somewhere in the middle. No, Marie Antoinette almost certainly wasn’t faithful to the king (although this will probably never be proved with complete certainty); no, she never sacrificed the interests of her native Austria to the land into which she’d (so unhappily) married into; no, she never developed any realistic political sense. But there were entirely understandable, if not defensible, reasons for all of those failings.

First, Antonia, as she was known in her birth family, was not properly brought up for the royal duties she was almost certain to perform. Her mother, Empress Maria Theresa, might have been an early “Superwoman”, almost singlehandedly running an empire while giving birth to a dozen children and seeing nine (exceptionally for the time) growing into adulthood, and she might have ensured her daughter learnt courtly manners, but she didn’t see to her education in politics, ethics or simply how to get along with people when more than a winning smile was needed.

When the 14-year-old bride arrived at the political bearpit of Versailles, and met her strange, slow-witted and socially paralysed husband, she had none of the tools she needed to manage. That she was frivolous, spendthrift, unwise in her choice of friends was Maria Antoinette’s fault, but even had she been a more sober character, this would have been a tough challenge.

Second, there’s no doubt she was intellectually limited – but she was continually given what was, for her own interests, bad advice. Her mother and brothers and sisters, and their advisers – who Maria Antoinette was carefully not told were acting for her mother – kept advising, even bullying, her to advance the interests of Austria – even when their goals were clearly achievable within the realpolitik of Europe.

Third, she was almost certainly unfaithful with the handsome Swedish solider Count Axel Fersen (although probably not, Lever concludes, with other men with whom she flirted – and as for the claims of lesbian affairs, there appears to be no evidence of that at all). Lever has looked closely at his papers – and at the details of the way various palace chambers were remodelled. But although for a Queen this was certainly a very serious business, it isn’t hard to see how, with her sexually dysfunctional and difficult husband, she might feel badly in need of comfort. Thanks to the report of her blunt but perceptive brother, the Emperor Joseph, Lever is able to report exactly what was wrong with their sexual relationship – in terms that even a modern newspaper agony aunt might find to be a bit too much information.

You can’t accuse Lever of holding back, and she’s ensured that this account is as entertaining and readable as you might expect of one of the great tragic tales of French history. No doubt those seeking academic tomes will look in other directions, but general readers seeking a balanced historical account, in a solid framework, that will help them understand the woman and her time, should find this entirely satisfactory.

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Travel

Christmas in France

December 25, 2008 – 12:39 pm

I thought that I was having a pleasant if restrained Christmas – a fancy half-langoustine done up by the charcuter in aspic, with a dressing of boiled egg and tomato, a slice of truffle pate, some pre-prepared potato dauphinois, and a few fancy sweets, but having read the local Autun paper, which filled its front page with a no doubt highly popular vox pop of “what are you doing for Christmas?” I know that I’m serious underdoing it. Each respondent has an almost identical list: snails, foie gras, oysters, roast beef, smoked salmon, cheeses, to which there are added variations, mostly around dessert, along the lines of chocolate mousse, Christmas biscuits and Christmas ice cream.

It still seems to be the women who are responsible for this labour – although it was clear from the crowded butcher in Etang sur Arroux last on Christmas Eve that the French form of the ready meal – as prepared by your local shop – is well used. “How long should I cook it for? What temperature?” the woman in front of me was anxiously asking. Most shoppers were taking away a wooden crate containing several large foil dishes – enough to feed a small army.

I’m thinking about spending the afternoon working in the garden, but perhaps that will shock the locals – it seems Christmas is sacred in French – in a carefully secular sense – the small towns and hamlets are all festooned with lights (as are many of the houses), but all in a carefully secular – snowmen and reindeer – sense. I was surprised that the local paper is full of notices from mayoral and other official offices saying they are closed on Christmas Day (well isn’t that kind of obvious?) but I suspect this is a sign of anxiety about the officially secular state – and if that’s the case, shouldn’t offices be open today?

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A Wifi cafe near the Gare de Lyon?

December 20, 2008 – 8:48 pm

Surprisingly difficult to find, but there is the curiously named Le Killy-Jen up the Boulevard Diderot, in the direction away from the Seine, which is pretty chilled – and even more so on Fridays, a[[arently, when chair massages are offered….

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Why you should never pay a mahout in Bangkok (or Phuket)

December 19, 2008 – 12:36 am

At regular intervals, elephants go on the rampage in Bangkok, sometimes simply because it is just an incredibly stressful environment for them (I remember some years ago a woman being crushed to death in a car because drivers in a queue all started blowing their horns and the elephant unsurprisingly lost it), and sometimes they are mistreated.

In this case the latter … the mahoutt “left it chained without food since Wednesday morning while he visited a relative”

If you are thinking “somewhere I read that elephants were banned from Bangkok” – well you’re not wrong – that’s been “done” about six times… but policemen will take bribes, plus there’s the fact that since Thailand has virtually no forest left, having logged it all, there’s no work for elephants in the countryside.

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