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Books History

Not just flouncing around the park

It’s the centrepiece of many a Regency romance, the attractive wooded park beside the soaring mansion, in which the heroine can flounce as the hero gallops up on a high-mettled steed, fresh from chasing down some innocent deer. Yet there’s much more, in complexity and ihistory, to the park than that, as S.A. Mileson explains in Parks in Medieval England. No dashing knights here, however, this is a monograph based on a PhD thesis and it does rather show – dashing it isn’t, but there is an interesting story to tell here, and some fine anecdotes.

Milseon follows parks back to the Norman era – and suggests that they may well have had Anglo-Saxon predecessors, and is firm that their primary purpose was always hunting – specifically of deer. He spends quite a bit of this short monograph defending the claim that hunting was central to aristocratic life in the Middle Ages, saying that there is a revisionist strand of history claiming that it wasn’t, although this always feels like a bit of a straw man.

Although that does allow for the telling of many compelling stories. I’ll never look at Westminster quite the same way again after learning that:

During the celebrations for the coronation of Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon at Westminster in 1509, eight bramble-clad knights presided over a group of men dressed as foresters or park-keepers, all in green clothes and complete with horns, who arranged a ‘pageante like a park’, with artificial trees, undergrowth and fallow deer. The unfortunate deer were released from the enclosure and chased down by greyhounds in the palace grounds, their bodies presented to the queen and ladies.’

Mileson identifies the great age of park-making as the 12th and 13th centuries, a period when the population of England “more than doubled and perhaps trebled”, which put strain on hunting lands and particularly on deer populations. The native red and roe deer declined and large numbers of fallow deer were brought from the Continent.

When we think of hunting today we think of a long horseback chase, something that even the largest park would struggle to cope with, but as Mileson explains, it often took forms other than the par force chase., most of which you couldn’t exactly call sporting. Often a group of beaters drove deer towards a trap or waiting archers. This seems to have been, Mileson notes, the primary method of hunting in pre-Conquest Britain, when hedges or “hays” were often used as traps. Deer could also be stalked on foot, something Henry V is supposed to have particularly enjoyed.

Yet parks weren’t only practical. Mileson shows how having a park could be an important part of creating and maintaining status, particularly for families coming up in the world. He quotes a later source, the late 17th-century agriculturalist, John Houghton, who disliked their uneconomic status, but noted that for their owners “they make or preserve a grandeur, and cause them to be respected by their poorer neighbours”.

Perhaps the most interesting, and no doubt difficult to chart, aspect of parks, was undoubtedly their impact on their communities. On an always crowded island, carving out hundreds of acres of land – often including, Mileson shows, valuable farm and pasture land – was bound to have significant impact. Theoretically at least, it was possible to challenge an emparkment:

“Free men could, of course, take their grievances to the king, and from the later 12th century there were standardized legal actions available which could be used to claim access to land, but for many people legal action would have been too risky and expensive…around half of the population was legally unfree and had no right to use any court other than their lord’s own manor court, which was hardly a sympathetic venue.”

The loss was not only of productive land – the physical obstacle to trade and development could be significant. Mileston quotes Devizes in Wiltshire and Sheffield in Yorkshire as two towns that developed in odd shapes due to parks; sometimes even settlements were completely destroyed. Trade also suffered: compensation was given to Ludgershall in Wiltshire in 1348 because a new royal park meant “the paths and ways leading to the town through the field from the both are now closed, whereby men and merchants no longer come to the town to do business there.”

There was always resistance – much poaching and “breaking” of park walls was certainly at least inchoately political – an expression of what were felt to be proper rights. The peasant rebels of 1381 demanded that “all game, whether in warrens or in parks and woods should become common to all”.

So while this is a story of a specific aspect of the medieval landscape, it does shed light on the development of medieval society and the tensions within it. It’s a survey of what the author says is a relatively undeveloped field, so often unsatisfying in its unanswered questions and lack of depth. But worth sticking with for a different angle of a strange and distant world.

Books History Science

The human race – our past and future, imagined

I don’t know if this genre has an “official” name, but when I describe it you’ll know instantly what I mean: the grand sweep of history novel. Edward Rutherford covered 2,000 years of the British capital in London: The Novel. James A. Michener covered Israel’s even longer history in The Source.

But no one, really, can get a grander sweep than Stephen Baxter does in Evolution, a Novel. For he starts in the age of dinosaurs, with a little rat-like primate ancestor of ours called Purga, who witnesses the collapse of that great ecosystem to a near planet-destroying comet, 65 million years ago, watches as the human race evolves, then imagines our decline, finishing 500 million years into the future when we’re symbiotically dependent on a tree that directs our existence, the last tree it turns out, on a dying earth.

The key trick with this genre is to quickly create characters with whom the reader identifies, since we won’t have a lot of time to get to know them, and this is something at which Baxter excels. Even his more primitive creatures, anthropomorphised of course, quickly grab your sympathy.

And his imagining of the life of Homo erectus, the later hominids, and modern humans – represented by the difficult, troubled and imaginative brain of a woman 60,000 years ago in the Sahara, ancestral Australian Aborigines 52,000 years ago; the last Neanderthals 32,00 years ago in western France; the world’s first city, Catal Huyuk 9,600 years ago; the dying age of Ancient Rome; and the last humans like us, some time tens of thousands of years into the future – deep frozen survivors waking into a different world.

There’s much imagination here – there’s a sense that this is a science fiction novel (which is how Amazon classes it), and the whip-cracking intelligent dinosaurs is, to this reader, one step too far.

But it is also clearly based on a stupendous amount of research into paleontology, archaeology and anthropology, and intelligent thought about how the world might have worked in different eras. There’s also a delightful sly wit; Republican Rome is the pinnacle of our species, which is not how most people today would put it.

Generally, however, this learning is worn pretty lightly (if showing signs of the dinosaur obsessed youngster I bet Baxter once was). For this is an easy-reading, intoxicating novel – the whole history of evolution, and the theories behind it, accessible to any reader at all. You could call it an ideal intelligent airport novel.

Miscellaneous

Buckwheat and coconut cake

A gluten-free recipe of my own devising. (No, this isn’t often a food blog, but this really did work out quite nicely.)

Half cup of sugar
Slurp of vanilla essence
Three-quarters of a cup of butter
1 cup of gluten-free bread flour
1 cup of buckwheat flour
2 teaspoons of baking powder
Three-quarters of a cup of dessicated coconut
2 tablespoons (or so) of milk

1. Beat butter, sugar and vanilla (or cheat and half-melt butter in microwave – I do.)
2. Mix flours, coconut and wet mixture, and add enough milk to form soft dropping consistency
3. Bake around 170 (fan-forced) for about 40 minutes in greased tin.

Would be very nice with creamed cheese icing (like carrot cake), although I’m eating it like a pudding with yoghurt.

Books Environmental politics

Think again about those cute little veggies…

…for, as I’ve been reading in Fresh: A Perishable History, there’s quite a story behind their journey to your plate.

They are “too perishable to spend long in transit, yet too expensive to produce in the countries that consume them. The United States imports most of its supplies from Central and South America (Guatemala and Peru count among the major producers), while Europe counts on its former African colonies. A few Southeast Asian countries export baby vegetables to both the East and the West.”

Growing them requires a huge amount of dedicated, careful labour. “The haricot vert, for example, must be protected against wind and hail, watched and pruned so that it does not grow crooked, and harvested at precisely the right time. Even a 24 hour delay and the bean grows too big and fat.”

So, author Susanne Freidberg explains: “Some of the highest-value crops are produced in some of the most unlikely places – places that would not seem the logical choice if delivering freshness were the sole priority. Burkina Faso, for example… it’s stuck in the middle of West Africa’s drought-prone Sahel and is one of the poorest nations on earth. Refrigeration is scarce, as are paved roads.

“As a former colony of France, though, Burkina Faso has both direct flights to Paris and nearly a 100-year history of growing food to French tastes. Growing haricot vert for French colonials used to be a form of forced labour. Since the early 1970s it has been the country’s most important ‘non-traditional’ export crop produced by small farmers around a scattering of donor-funded irrigation projects. When all goes well, it’s a much more profitable crop than cotton, the country’s biggest foreign-exchange earner.

“Yet things often don’t go well. …some of the major production zones are several hours from the airport in Ouagadougou, the capital city. The country’s green bean merchants targeted these regions not just because they had irrigation but also, paradoxically, because they were remote. Close to the city, farmers can grow cabbages and tomatoes for the urban market. ‘It’s difficult to find people who’ll work as hard as the haricot vert requires,’ said one trader. ‘So I go farther out to find quality.’ …If a truck breaks down, or a plane arrives a few hours late, the beans wither. At that point, they are worth less than the cardboard cartons they travel in. It’s not uncommon for severaltons of produce to perish on the runways. Farmers usually bear the brunt of the losses…”
(pp.193-5)

Books Women's history

A woman to remember

Napoleon feared her, the crown heads of Europe courted her, as did the intellectual elite, she was much quoted in her own time and ours, yet Anne Louise Germaine de Staël-Holstein – generally known as Madame de Staël, was a figure who had almost disappeared into the mists of history.

How astonishing it is, that the woman of whom the French memoir writer Madame de Chastenay wrote, there were three great powers struggling against Napoleon for the soul of Europe: “England, Russia, and Madame de Staël,” could have suffered such a fate. And Vienna, a city heavily marked by its opposition to Napoleon, would, despite the fact that she stayed there for only five months, for years after refer to 1808 as the year of Madame de Stael’s visit.

I’ve been obliquely bumping into her during my excursions through women’s history for years, but it was only when reading about her friendship with Juliette Récamier , and learning that she’s been the subject of no less than five recent books, led me to finally determine to read more.

I’d love to read all five books, but since that isn’t going to happen, I chose Angelica Goodden The Dangerous Exile, in part because it seemed to focus rather less on the romantic side of de Staël’s life, and if there’s one aspect of her I find rather repulsive, it’s her rather histrionically conducted love life.

That, of course, got her into trouble in her own time – having children to men not your spouse being rather frowned upon. Fanny Burney wrote in 1813, about her dropping of de Stael in 1793: “I had found her so charming that I fought the hardest battle I dared fight against almost ALL my best connections… She is now received by all mankind – but that indeed, she always was — all womankind, I should say with distinction and pleasure.”

That was when de Staël was in exile in England, yet for Goodden, she is always more or less in exile – fighting to be allowed to be the person she wants to be, when she’s a woman. Behind her exile the author identifies the question: “how is it possible to be politically aware, politically active and yet a woman?”

And she’s also fighting to make society correspond more closely to what she sees as positive, womanly virtues. So de Staël in the second preface to La Nouvelle Heloise, defends reading fiction as a moral activity, “believing that the novel’s presentation of intimacy fosters a sense of values that beg to be preserved in a world otherwise enslaved to the vulgar thrust of glory-seeking and self-interest”.

Mary Berry describes dining at Stael’s house in Paris with among others Recamier. The salon society of Paris, though more serious than before the Revolution, still impressed visitors as cultured and more stylish and sophisticated than London’s

“Napoleon’s empire, and with it the exclusive rule of men, had not yet begun. In the salons people still listened to music and conversed; they watched plays and talked about literature and art rather than money and other concerns of a world governed by self-interest.”

Goodden also makes it clear how the European intellectual elite valued her. Goethe was drawn to her: “There is something charming about her presence, both in the spiritual and in the physical sense, and she seemed not displeased when one showed one’s impressionability in the later respect too. How often she tried to unite sociability, well-meaningless, inclination and passion! Indeed, she once said, ‘I have never trusted a man who hadn’t once been in love with me.'”

The Queen of Prussia, Luise von Mecklemburg-Strelitz, was a passionate opponent of the French Revolution and a declared enemy of Napoleon – also considered “as beautiful as Recamier”. It was a mutual charming between visitor and queen, although it is to de Staël’s credit that she found the Queen’s reign utterly deadened by Prussian militarism. She wrote to Goethe “whatever liveliness and youth might have existed my perceptions are is virtually suffocated here”.

Goodden says her Corinne and earlier heroines “seem to epitomize the impotence of women in early 19th-century Europe, unwisely loving, caring too much, destroyed by the grief that follows disappointment, and perfectly embodying the futility of the only kind of reason credited to them, that of being able to analyse their feelings but not uproot them”.

Yet while this is often expressed in romantic terms, Goodden sees the disappointment as also clearly political. She sees this particularly in de Stael’s novel Corrinne – “the title character has broken the bounds of convention as a woman and an artist, and the art is an expression of the political state that may come to prevail in her country”. There’s implicit criticism of France here, for, as de Stael had written in De La Litterature: “As soon as a woman is marked out as a distinguished person, the general public is prejudiced against her. The crowd only ever judges according to certain common rules that can he adhered to without risk.”

Corinne was twice translated in English in the year of its publication. George Eliot admired it and Elizabeth Barrett, born the year before it appeared declared it to be “an immortal book”. Maria Edgeworth describes both male and female members of her family being consumed with grief at the unfolding of the story, during a reading that continued into 2am

The power of her pen and her tongue – and the way it was feared by Napoleon, was demonstrated in 1810. Mathieu de Montmorency spent a few days with her at her unhappy refuge at Coppet and was immediately exiled by Napoleon, her link being given as the absolute cause. Recamier also suffered the same fate. Goodden writes: “To be known to Staël was immediately to become persona non grata, however, little political influence one possessed.”

Soon after the birth of a child, in 1812 she evaded Napoleon’s spies and embarked on a two-year trip to Austria, Bohemia, Moravia, Gailicia, Russia, Sweden and England. She would use her own persecution by Napoleon as an example to warn against his threat to Eirope.
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Environmental politics

Always read the small print

…or this might also be called another small example of globalisation idiocy.

I’ve got difficult, oily hair, and I’ve been looking for some time for an organic shampoo that can handle it. And I thought one day when dashing through Waitrose I’d found it – lovely lemon smell, really keeps hair clean for at least a day.

It was only when I was soaking in the bath, recovering from a tough cricket game, that I happened to read the really small print on the back, to discover that this plastic bottle has been imported from Canada – an utterly inordinate amount of “food miles”.

So it is back to the search for a British organic shampoo – really folks, it can’t be that hard!

(P.S. I’ve tried make-it-yourself with castille soap, lemon juice etc, but have not so far found that to be a success – anyone who’s got a good recipe, please let me know!)