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Thursday, September 16, 2004

Interesting Factoid

I have been reading a heavy book lately called “The Age of Faith” by William Durant. It’s only one in a series of twelve tomes recording the history of the Western world from pretty much the dawn of time, and covers 300 A.D. to 1300 A.D. from the Moslem, Jewish and Christian perspectives. I picked it up for ten bucks at a used book store because I needed something thick and dry – I go through novels too quickly and am left always looking for the next thing to read. I figured this one would keep me busy for a while. It has.

For about a month now I have been reading this beast off and on (I took a break to read a Medieval themed bodice ripper last week and was the better for it) and have become completely hooked. Will Durant is a superb writer. Yes, the work is scholarly and maybe a little pedantic at times, but for someone who was born in the wrong century, it is fascinating. Unfortunately, it’s not the kind of book you can take to the coffee house on the corner and read without some Patagonia-clad stranger coming up and asking if he can use the dictionary. It is five inches thick, so it doesn’t really travel well.

I learned something new yesterday. According to Durant, the Italian Renaissance is directly connected to the Russian Iconoclasm of the 8th century. Opposition to religious icons by the Byzantine emperor Leo III in 726 led to the Iconoclastic Controversy, which continued in the Eastern church for more than a century before icons were again accepted. Countless works of art were destroyed in the name of religion, but this is hardly surprising since most human evil in the last 2000 years (at least) can trace its roots directly to one religion or another. Because of extreme persecution – people, as well as paintings, were destroyed because of religious fanaticism – Russian monks fled south via the Black Sea, passing through the Bosporus, sailing around Greece and arriving at the Italian boot heel.

An interesting and pivotal effect of this exodus was the influx of educated men who brought with them not only rescued object d’art from the Byzantine world, but ancient Greek manuscripts that had been faithfully copied by the Byzantine clergy (though Byzantium produced no notable literature of its own, the modern world owes a great debt to their careful reproductions of classical manuscripts). Over time, southern Italy collected quite a group of intellectuals armed with the Classics and recent memories of bloody censorship. The impact of this migration sparked, over time, a humanistic movement that blossomed from the “progressive” schools of thought at Palermo, Pisa and Salerno into a full-fledged classical Renaissance.

I always wondered why Venice is home to one of the best remaining examples of Byzantine architecture today – St. Mark’s Cathedral. Now I know.

5 Comments:

Blogger k_sra said...

Cool. Now I know. Reminds me of a film called Andrei Rublev about the famous Russian icon painter of the same name and his struggle for artistic freedom in a war torn country.

8:18 AM  
Blogger Worldgineer said...

(mildly off topic)I love St. Mark's Cathedral, along with Piazzo San Marco. Too bad Venice is sinking and (my prediction) will be all but destroyed within a few decades. The entire island was constantly under construction when I went, and nobody lives in the first story of their houses due to moisture. Don't hesitate, people. If you ever want to see Venice, see it now.

4:35 PM  
Blogger honest + popular said...

(still mildly off topic) I saw it a couple of Christmas's ago. Winter's great for Venice 'cuz it doesn't stink then. Favorite parts of the visit: the surreal looking train ride over water to get to it, the canals (duh), all the tiny bridges, catching up with a flock of other gondolas in the moonlight in front of previously mentioned cathedral, and the way the entire old, beautiful, deserted and decaying place felt mood-wise in the weak winter light like home-sweet-home for vampires. And my bathtub at the hotel. (I love me some bathtub. Damn, I miss that thing.)

Lydia, your brain takes you places mine hasn't been in the mood to visit for a while now. Thanks for reminding me and enlightening me. Now, what was the name of that bodice ripper?

6:44 PM  
Blogger Lydia said...

The bodice ripper was one that I first read as an early teen, called "A Knight In Shining Armor" by, you guessed it, Jude Devereaux (yeah, I bet that's her real name). It really is as cheesy as it sounds. But I've never read anything quite so poorly written that nevertheless held my interest. The plot is simply retarded - girl is with loser guy who has a loser 13-yr old daughter that is jealous of girl, girl gets left at a Medieval church in England, cries brokenheartedly at the tomb of an ancient knight, who is called across the centuries to help right some wrongs, they fall in love, he goes back to his century, then she goes to HIS century and then the fun really starts. It is fundamentally dorky from beginning to end, but also deliciously girly, the kind of book that's fun to read in a Victorian bathtub by candlelight with a glass of wine at hand. I compare it to watching a cartoon - no real substance, only pure, guilty, saccharine enjoyment. Porn for girls!

8:28 AM  
Blogger honest + popular said...

You keep saying that! I'll show you porn for girls. Ummmm, well, actually I won't, but I just wanted to say that I would. (So embarrassed now.)

Now I really want to sit around and come up with really retarded (hopefully Regency era sounding) pen names! I'm gonna get a formula and churn out stories and wear clothes a la Helm and attend romance writers' conventions and sign things for my ravenous fans and make a huge pile of money off of my tenuous literary forays into the realm of questionable sexual politics. (Now why won't they make cable news shows about that kind of politics? I'd watch. Hell, I'd vote. I'd run for office. H+P for president.)

You crack me up, girl. 'S'nice on a Monday.

2:07 PM  

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