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Rowland Strong’s Nice of times terrible

One of my great pleasures on holiday is reading books of no conceivable use whatsoever, just interest, and as a source the London Library is perfect for the purpose. So thus it is that I come to be sitting on my hotel balcony in Beaulieu-sur-Mer (just down the road from Nice), having just finished the original copy from the library’s copy of Rowland Strong’s The Diary of an English Resident in France During Twenty-two Weeks of War Time (which you can also read online). That’s the First World War, and the first weeks of it. Probably keenly in demand in the library of 1916 when it was purchased – although only borrowed eight times in the past decade.

Strong it seems was a jobbing correspondent (there’s a piece of his from the New York Times online), and I’d say this source is being kind when it suggests he “seems to have been a fervent anti-Semite”, given some of the passages in The Diary. Of course it isn’t fair to judge a man of 1916 by the standards of today, but it seems to me that even by his day’s standards he must have been a pretty virulent racist, as well as of course being highly classist and misogynist. (He writes after the bombing of Reims cathedral: “The only other people fiendish and barbarous enough to have conceived and set the example of such an abominable act of vandalism, within recent times, are the British suffragettes.” p. 170 – a lovely example of the kind of hostility they must have engendered in this sort of “gentleman”.)

He also suffers from a “spies under the bed mania” and I had to laugh at the bit where he’s advised that he should take a story to the Daily Mail when no one else will print it – nothing changed there then.

You can, perhaps forgive him an anti-German prejudice, as in this passage (and as someone who’s tried to read Kant in translation I have some sympathy on this score), but he’s just as bad about other races:

“Both of these French naval officers were admirers of, and had an intimate acquaintance with English art and books, to a far greater extent than I have ever found among Germans with all their boasted ‘kultur’. And with all of it a lightnes of touch, a lambent humour, a sprightly wit, which, as compared with the long-winded, wranglesome conversation of the intellectual German, is as light to darkness.” (p. 22)

But there’s still a pathos in reading this account – written just down the road from where I am now, in one of the buildings probably still standing there, a pathos that comes from the fact that Strong doesn’t know what happens next – or indeed often what is happening at the time. In a casual aside he notes that men coming back from the front note the guns are very loud – you can imagine some poor mentally battered soldier telling this tale, and the bluff Englishman playing it down. Which is not to say that he’s totally unrealistic; he writes on August 10 (1914) from Nice: “There is an idea gaining ground here that Germany is already suing for peace, on account of food difficulties. I fear this is still a little premature.” (p. 41)
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Feminism Women's history

There were female monks in Thailand

Research has shown that there were female monks in Thailand. It might sound like an arcane point, but in fact it is vitally important, because the claim that there never were is used to deny women the right to full ordination.

The nuns you will see around traditional Thai temples – dressed in white not saffron – are treated as little more than servants, and are not fully ordained. And even more importantly, in popular belief they can’t help their parents to heaven, as male monks do with even a few months in the temple (as most teenage boys do).

And since there’s a traditional that children must “pay back the breast milk”, girls have to do this instead by making money. And the only way that lots of girls have to have at least the possibility of making lots of money is through sex work – sex work that often starts very young, and could never be reasonably said to be a free choice.

Women's history

What you’d call a fighter

Anne Okeley was born in Quinton in Northamptonshire in 1691, and her parents saw that she was “taught and learned the solid and useful accomplishments of her sex, according to their middling station in life”. She married in 1718, but her Bedford husband was a spendthrift and when he died left her destitute with five children under 11.

Initially she supported them as a jobbing seamstress, but then she decided to start her own business, raising capital by renting part of the house that she’d managed to save from her marriage settlement and persuading her father to give her the money he’d left her in his will. She went to London, then return Bedford with the stock to open a millinery shop.

And for 33 years it prospered, so she was able to send one son to Cambridge and another to become a naval officer. She was crippled in one arm in her mid-50s through being struck by a wagon, and suffered from breast cancer (allegedly for 30 years), which finally killed her. All of this accomplished despite her lack of mathematics. “She never knew her stock, she never knew her profits; a stream of cash circulated weekly through her hands our of which she took what she hoped she could afford.”

(From Lawrence Jameses’ The Middle Class: A History, p. 82-83.)

Books Feminism Women's history

The other story of Abelard and Heloise

The story of Abelard and Heloise is normally told as a great love story, a sort of medieval Romeo and Juliet. But there was much more to the story – Abelard was a rebel, and perhaps surprisingly a proponent of women’s ordination, at least in some forms.

This story is told in Gary Macy’s The Hidden History of Women’s Ordination: Female Clergy in the Medieval West. As that title suggests, Macy finds plenty of evidence that at least until the early 12th-century, the ordination of women was generally not particularly remarkable in the church, although ordination was — for both men and women — a less defined rite, something that formally placed an individual in a position, rather than an institutional rule and ladder.

It was Abelard’s much-hated teacher Anselm, the most celebrated scholar at the School of Laon, who was running a line that would completely remove women from ordained ministry, restricting true ordination to priests and deacons, and arguing that there were no true women deaconesses in the scripture, and only heretics had allowed them.

Macy says that Abelard was consistently and vehemently opposed to that position, writing for example in response to Heloise’s request for a history of the ordo of holy women, which, Macy suggests may have been “a cry for defense of women’s orders in the high Middle Ages”. In this work, Aberlard “argues that this ordo was established by Jesus himself and not by the apostles, specifically rejecting the teaching that only the male priesthood and diaconate were part of the original church. Further, this ordo predates even the Lord in the great Jewish women of Hebrew scripture, and in Anna and in Elizabeth, whom Abelard dramatically described as prophets to the prophets.”

Macy adds that both Heloise and Abelard asserted that the title abbess was the new name for the ancient order of deaconesses.

And, Macy adds, Abelard was far from alone in this in his time, but by the end of the 12th century, the memory of women’s ordination was being written out of church history. One of the early proponents of the “it never happened” school was Rufinus, writing between 1157 and 1159, who defined “real ordination” as ordination to the altar and everything else as mere commissioning to a job. Consequently, Macy concludes: “In one of the most successful propaganda efforts ever launched, a majority of Christians came to accept that ordination had always been limited to the priestgood and the diaconate and that women had never served in either ministry.”

In reaching this point, Macy has been able to recover just a few women from this great coverup, and a little about their circumstances. Hildeburga, the wife of Segenfrid, bishop of Le Mans from 963-996 is remembered because a later writer treated her husband disparagingly because he married and bequeathed a large portion of church property to his son. (But since churches were hereditary in the period, this was probably no big deal at the time.)

Namatius, the wife of a 5th-century bishop of Clermont-Ferrand, is recorded by Gregory of Tours, generally no friends of clergy wives, as pious and humble, and the donor of the church of St Stephen.

“She wanted it to be decorated with coloured frescoes. She used to hold in her lap a book from which she would read stories of events which happened long ago, and tell the workmen what she wanted painted on the walls.”

Then there’s the very curious Brigid of Ireland, who is ordained as a bishop in her own right, if by accident, since the ordaining bishop was “intoxicated with the grace of God”. And apparently to prove this right, while she was being ordained a pillar of fire ascended from her head.

Also surviving is the early medieval Mozarbic rite for ordaining abbesses (which was distinguished from the rite for abbots), Macy reports. “When an abbess is ordained, she is vested in the sacristy by one dedicated to God, and the religious mitre is placed on her head… At the conclusion of the rite, both received from the bishop a staff and a copy of the rule of the order, as well as the kiss of peace from the bishop”.

And the abbess had the duty to hear her nun’s confessions, with at least two of the rules stressing the importance of doing this daily. “For all intents and purposes, abbesses plated the same role for their communities in hearing confession and in absolving sin as did bishops or priests for their communities.” And it is clear that in some convents, communion services were not led by a priest, but most likely by the abbess.

This is all, in the modern context of controversy about the place of women in various churches — the subject of bishops currently consuming much energy in the Anglican communion — all explosive stuff, and the more powerful for the fact that Macy carefully positions himself outside the modern arguments, taking a place as merely a medieval scholar who stumbled across these facts and wanted to correct the historical record. Accompanying this is writing that seems almost deliberately dull – you can see the author tiptoeing over the modern political quicksands, sticking firmly to the “I’m only doing historical scholarship” path.

So there’s not gripping reading here, but important stuff. And there might even be a lesson in here for the modern church, which is, one analyst says women “feel forced out of the church because of its “silence” about sexual desire and activity, and because of its hostility to single-parent families and unmarried couples”.

History

Marlowe, Shakespeare and imagination

There’s a new remainder bookshop in Camden (everything £2, including many decent history books) – such a dangerous thing. And how I came to spend the afternoon reading a rather curious text: History Play: The Lives and Afterlife of Christopher Marlowe, by Rodney Bolt.

It’s what might be termed an imaginary history – heavily researched in part, with a lively account of later 16th-century London — then leaping off from a restaged version of Marlowe’s murder (a handy body-double is roped in) and following the not-really-dead playwright around the cities and courts of Europe, while he pens in his spare time the plays that Shakespeare will take credit for in London. (It ends with him sailing off to the New World, with a ship sinking along the way that becomes The Tempest.)

Now I’m unfashionably convinced that Shakespeare was actually Shakespeare — being a dedicatee of Ockham — but it does make for a fun read, although if you are going to go for alternative “authors” for Shakespeare I much prefer Robin P. Williams’ Sweet Swan of Avon, which has Mary Sidney, Countess of Pembroke, holding the pen.

But Bolt does write in a lively style, and has a real ear for an anecdote. I didn’t now that our term euphemism comes from the title of a prose romance, Euphues, by John Lyly, a Marlowe contemporary, which boasts “a peculiar, heightened style”.

Such fastidiousness wasn’t for the stage of the time, however. Bolt notes that “furious fenestraclasm” was a favourite mode of dramatic criticism: “In 1583 Trinity paid ‘for lv foot of newe glasse in the hall after the playes’, and subsequent to that took the precaution of ‘taking downe and setting up the glass wyndowes’ for the duration, while St John’s paid for ‘nettes to hange before the windowes of ye Halle”. (p. 39)

And Bolt is clear on the multiculturalism of this heaving, shifting Europe, in which, he says, strolling English players, crossing borders and language, were a major part: “The English comedians’ spontenaiety and vividness so enthused audiences that it revolutionised northern European theatre, turning what had previously been stuff, formal receitation into drama. … In Frankfurt, according to the 16th-century traveller Fynes Moryson, both men and woman ‘flocked wonderfully to see their gesture and Action, rather than heare them, speaking English which they understood not’, and at Elsinore in 1585, the citizens flocked so ‘wonderfully’ to a performance in the town hall courtyard that they broke down a wall.” (p. 76)

History

A historical miscellany

* An interesting review of Marriage and Violence: The Early Modern Legacy, which reports:

For Dolan … “conflict between incompatible models and irreconcilable expectations is the history of marriage.” She rejects the standard story that marriage has moved from “patriarchal to companionate, from obedience to intimacy, from sacrament to contract.”
None of those transitions fully took place, she writes — indeed, they’ve “stalled.” Rather, we have “inherited three models of marriage from early modern England (1550-1700): marriage as hierarchy, as fusion, and as contract. These three models are incompatible and, to make matters worse, each is riddled with internal contradictions.”

* The Telegraph has been indulging in a spot of Australian geneology, reaching the conclusion that the Australian prime minister is a descendant of underwear and sugar thieves and forgers.

* A cycling column is not the place you might expect to find history, but this has some interesting background on how political conservatives have at times embraced cycling. “An editorial in the world’s first dedicated cycling magazine [in France] thundered in 1869: “It supplants the raw and unintelligent speed of the masses with the speed of the individual.””

* And there’s a new theory about why the Mary Rose sank. I’m not sure it really supplants the old ones, but it does add an extra bit of texture to early modern history.