Day 1/2 in France


I’m already making good on my promise to upload daily despite the fact that I’ve really done nothing worth mentioning aside from whine insessantly about my 24+ hours awake sleep-deprived bones. 

Today was a travel day.

We arrived in Paris at 8:35am after a restless 8-hour flight where neither of us had been able to sleep but not for lack of trying–I tried putting myself to sleep with an in-flight movie of X-Men Apocalypse (I lasted only 15 minutes and I don’t mean wakefulness). When we landed, we were immediately ushered into a customs check line that lasted a good 2 hours which is unsurprising given the recent unfortunate events in France. By the time we obtained our rental car–an Italian car stuck on Russian for the GPS because why not–it was around 12:30pm and we were DYING.

We spent the next few hours marveling at the plentiful graffiti EVERYWHERE, realizing it was apparently the norm for male drivers to just randomly pull over and urinate visibly on the road, and get horribly lost in a picturesque yet run down commune in France. Also, French drivers are worse than Chicago ones.

While I didn’t do much on a day where all I’ve wanted to do is nap it away, I’ll leave you with ducks. FRENCH speaking ducks:

Histastrophe in…Europe?!

paris

I’ve made a lot of empty promises on this blog. Any where from UNESCO World Site features, to Myths and Folklores, or to updating regularly (Hah….*cries*). But here is one I can absolutely, with no misplaced delusion the level of Commodus, assure you is actually for real happening.

I am going to Europe.

France, Spain, and Italy to be exact. For 3 weeks starting TODAY.

While there, I will be updating my long dormant History blog daily (as the international wifi allows for) with my adventures. Knowing me and my profound nerddom, you can count on some historical site coverage such as Versailles, Pompeii, and if I manage to win a few tussles, the Sfroza fortress among other things. Naturally, there will probably be Instragram photos of food because I’m one of those shamelessly awful people who delights in filtered pictures of mashed potatoes and I’d also love to chronicle my journey in uncovering my family’s history and meeting, for the first time, our local Italian relatives.

So if you were already here for my History musings, there will be plenty of that to come SERIOUSLY this time. And if you’re a dear friend curious to read about my travels, please follow along! I can’t wait to share my experiences with you.

Arrivedercri and I’ll see you all in a different timezone!

 

French Etiquette

Marie Antoinette's Execution

Pardon me, sir, I did not mean to do it.

-Marie Antoinette’s, the last Queen of France, supposed last words before being guillotined on October 16th, 1793 during the French Revolution. She had accidentally stepped on the executioner’s foot.

 

Memoirs of the Sansons, Chapter XXXI ‘The Queen’: [1] Source written by the executioner Henri Sanson’s grandson. Makes no mention of this comment, yet other passing phrases between The Queen and her executioner are as follows:

“Have courage, madam!”

“Thank you, sir, thank you.”

He then offered to support her to the scaffold to which she was said to have replied,

“No, I am, thank Heaven, strong enough to walk that short distance.”

Memoirs of Marie Antoinette, by Madame Campan; Removal of the Queen: [2] Memoirs on the court of Marie Antoinette as told by her lady in waiting, Campan. The below is a quote from Alphonse de Lamartine from his Histore des Girondins, a French poet, writer, and politician who helped to compile the Memoirs with Campan:

The Queen, after having written and prayed, slept soundly for some hours. On her waking, Bault’s daughter dressed her and adjusted her hair with more neatness than on other days. Marie Antoinette wore a white gown, a white handkerchief covered her shoulders, a white cap her hair; a black ribbon bound this cap round her temples …. The cries, the looks, the laughter, the jests of the people overwhelmed her with humiliation; her colour, changing continually from purple to paleness, betrayed her agitation …. On reaching the scaffold she inadvertently trod on the executioner’s foot. “Pardon me,” she said, courteously. She knelt for an instant and uttered a half-audible prayer; then rising and glancing towards the towers of the Temple, “Adieu, once again, my children,” she said; “I go to rejoin your father.”

This is, perhaps, the origin–and though most contemporary sources of her time weren’t without bias or accusations of cake eating, this is one of the few sources painting Marie as a sympathetic figure. Unfortunately, with the politics surrounding the French Revolution, it’s a mess to separate fact from fiction.

Marie Antoinette's Prayer Book

Myths, Tales, Folkore, and Fairies

Greetings, my beloved, estranged, and neglected blog!

A lot of things have been happening in my life these past few months which I will blame entirely on my absence and not my extreme lack of self-control and questionable work ethic.

In April, I left my long-time barista job for better prospects: …a less than enthusiastic venture into waitressing. The money was fantastic (but hard earned) and the people charmingly miserable about their jobs yet astoundingly pleasant to be around. But as the weekends disappeared all together and the doubleshifts mounted, I was suddenly without free time and hopelessly short on motivation–nursing that couch and Netflix queue like a cure-all. I arrived at the conclusion quite rapidly that I needed to be free so I quickly went out and got myself a big girl job and life has been pretty grand since!

I managed to kick out a video game article in the mean time, but now I’m ready to get back into research and history! Which brings me to my new project idea…during one of my many recent Netflix binges, I stumbled across Once Upon a Time. And while it’s not exactly Sopranos level of television delicacy, I enjoy it quite a bit as well as the new found spark I have for the stories that inspired it. I can’t help but feel like I’m extremely out of touch with our cultural milestones of yester-year, and it’s certainly been ages since I popcorn-read Heracules in front of 12-year-old peers, internally admonishing them all for mispronouncing half of the names. In fact, I must admit, even as much strength my relationship with History has, I have been rather neglectful of it for quite some time…having not actually READ some of the most famous texts including Beowulf, Tales of Genji, and the Epic of Gilgamesh for starters.

Well, of course, this will be my new mission going forward. Roughly attempting to start from the beginning in a lenient chronological order, I will be going back to the basics, so to speak. Looking over and finally reading the stories that have spanned across time and this world since we’ve collectively decided that writing things down goes beyond economic list-keeping usefulness.

So, if you’re still with me and plan on being with me (hopefully less tentatively this time), I plan on covering the big stories from big civilizations in history and, maybe, if I find some good sources, the not so big ones. And like all decent History blogs should, I’ll make sure to keep everyone well briefed on the subjects at hand as I move through my work!

Next up, I’ll be dabbling in Ancient Sumeria…

UNESCO World Heritage Sites 2014: Piedmont, Italy.

It’s time folks!

UNESCO is putting together a new vote on the latest World Heritage sites, the best preservation technique the modern world has to offer. The chosen sites are being announced as I type this, but I’m sure all of you are wondering (including myself, honestly) what some of the significance behind these historical sites may be. And as one of my childish dreams (while I toil away with an AA degree in the service industry) is to one day work with UNESCO on these sites, I’ll be doing my own personal PR digging and pretending I’m some how a part of all of this grand occasion by doing a little research into the history of our new World Heritage Sites.

Vineyards of Piedmont, Italy.

Vineyards of Piedmont, Italy.

Most people have probably not heard of Piedmont, frankly, I being one of them. I have, however, heard of all of the peoples at one time being in control of this expansive Italian region. That being in a particular order: Celtic tribes, Romans, Burgundians, Goths, Byzantines, Lombards, Franks, Holy Roman Empire…sounds pretty familiar across Europe, no? And after all this confusion to claims, Piedmont eventually emerged as the Kingdom of Sardinia dating from the good ol’ Italian Renaissance to around the more modern 19th century. In fact, the region is no stranger to the heritage fame with the Palazzina di caccia of Stupinigi (save the jokes, please) being added to the listed, once belonging to the House of Savoy which acquired the kingdom in 1720AD.

Someone probably went "Baroque" after building this. *crickets*

Someone probably went “Baroque” after building this. *crickets*

But what Piedmont had been REALLY famous for was the booze. Or, in this case, a spectacular ability to make fantastic wine for loooong times. It was well known for its vines even in Ancient Roman times back when civilians guzzled wine like water with Pliny the Elder noting that the Piedmont region was the most favorable for growing. And that was back in 77BC, with about 2000 years in between, and Piedmont is still kickin’ the grapes with wrath. Again, when you consider how many various civilizations conquered (or re-conquered) the region, it’s a miracle the environment remained as relatively intact as it is today, especially since those dirty ancestor’s of ours loved to “salt the earth” whenever they didn’t feel like sharing.

Of related note to all this wino business was how strangely influential the grape was to the very essence of Italian culture, notably, the Italian Unification which is the whole gosh darn reason we have an Italy today. Ever heard of Giuseppe Garibaldi? The name should ring a bell, but if not, he was that dude who kicked the shit all over the world as well as personally super gluing the various Italian states together with his fantastic beard. Well, he was also a big-time winemaker who introduced the happy science French mixture to help protect the area’s vineyards. Because if there is one thing France was actually any good at defending…it was the wine. And, reminiscent of the elementary school tales of the American Revolutionary War where we all learned that Bostonians got super bloody peeved when their Earl Grey got taxed, the Austrians decided to double the tariffs of the Piemontese wine with predictable results which sort of kick-started the whole independence thing in the first place.

So, it makes sense that UNESCO would name the Vineyards of Piedmont, Italy as a World Heritage Site, an area that includes 5 wine-growing areas and the Castle of Cavour for good measure. Now we all have an excuse to go all Bacchus on this news, right?

Aww, isn't it cute?

Aww, isn’t it cute?

300: Rise of Artemisia

This is happening.

No one really expects a film based on a graphic novel based on a historical event to remain loyal to the latter. Source material taken from any form whose primary audience pounds out their vicious objections to any embellishments on a keyboard caked with Doritos residue and the sticky remains of a novelty energy drink, is going to be taken more seriously than a few scattered nerds nose deep in Herodotus’ The Histories. Mostly because the first group has the unique and senseless ability of lambasting anything they love to hate with enough down-votes across social media, even Mussolini would feel popular. So with the now swiftly approaching release date of Warner Bros’ 300: Rise of an Empire, I doubt anyone is supremely concerned with historical accuracy. I’m guessing the main discussion sparks with a critique of slow-mo, how realistic and plentiful painted abdomens will be, and a nostalgic exchange of celebratory memes.

Yield at ‘Madness’

But if there is one thing I really do hope, nay, EXPECT, the movie to get right, is the characterization of Artemisia.

For a film promising to portray itself in an epic scope and deliver on all that delicious violence and bloodshed, there really isn’t an absence of it in the source material. And when it comes to Artemisia, no one, not even thousands-of-years-dead historians, can deny that she was a sassy man-trouncing Mutha’Amourous Congresswoman‘.

Artemisia was queen of the Persian providence of Caria, which she gained because her son was still a noob-fledgling after her husband died. Clearly, nobody gave a shit about him though because I never came across a name for the father, or even the son for that matter, in my readings. And who the hell would when Artemisia was bringin’ the feminism as the only female naval commander in a time period when women were expected to cover themselves to protect their chastity. (Apparently, Cyrus the Great’s influence…clearly not in relation to Miley Cyrus as she believes in neither of those things)

Her story predominately begins with the various re-tellings of the Greco-Persian wars, which for the folks who are here because of 300, are the collection of battles between Persia and the city-states of the Greek world. Not much is really known about Artemisia’s life beyond what battles she contributed her skill in and Herodotus offers little insight beyond an awe of confusion over her presence at all given this text:

There is no need for me to mention all the other subordinate officers, but there is one name which I cannot omit—that of Artemisia. It seems to me a marvel that she—a woman—should have taken part in the campaign against Greece.

But since he was Greek, there’s really no surprise there. Actually, I would infer that because Herodotus himself was born in Halicarnassus of Caria, then under the rule of Artemisia’s grandson continuing a somewhat familial regional legacy, he would find her loyalty surprising given his own rather than in full part because of any misplaced view on women. Clearly, he did have some respect for her, referring to her reasons for joining under Xerxe’s command as

there was consequently no necessity for her to do so. Her own spirit of adventure and manly courage were her only incentives.

But that probably has to do with the common association of comparing her accomplishments to that of a man and not a woman, which I will show more of in a bit. Either way, despite her gender, she was well known for her wisdom and intelligence, being one of Xerxes’ most promising advisers. Right before the (SPOILER ALERT: “ill-fated”) Battle of Salamis, Xerxes sent his lead military commander Mardonius [Remember this quote, guys?] to each one of his fellow commanders to retrieve their advice for the king on their opinion about raging a sea battle against the Greeks. Every single one of them, save for Artemisia, was in favor of engaging in the tactlessly arrogant attack. Without missing a beat or sparing offense, she is said to have replied with these ‘kind’ words;

Mardonius, tell the king for me that this is the answer I give—I, whose courage and achievements in the battles at Euboea were surpassed by none: say to him, “Master, my past services give me the right to advise you now upon the course which I believe to be most to your advantage. It is this: spare your ships and do not fight at sea, for the Greeks are as far superior to your men in naval matters as men are to women. In any case, what pressing need have you to risk further actions at sea? Have you not taken Athens, the main objective of the war? Is not the rest of Greece in your power? There is no one now to resist you—those who did resist have fared as they deserved. Let me tell you how I think things will now go with the enemy; if only you are not in too great a hurry to fight at sea—if you keep the fleet on the coast where it now is—then, whether you stay here or advance into the Peloponnese, you will easily accomplish your purpose. The Greeks will not be able to hold out against you for long; you will soon cause their forces to disperse—they will soon break up and go home. I hear they have no supplies in the island where they now are; and the Peloponnesian contingents, at least, are not likely to be very easy in their minds if you march with the army towards their country—they will hardly care to fight in defense of Athens.
If, on the other had, you rush into a naval action, my fear is that the defeat of your fleet may involve the army too. And put away in your heart on other point, my lord, to be considered: good masters, remember, usually have bad servants, and bad masters good ones. You, then, being the best master in the world, are ill served: these people who are supposed to be your allies—these Egyptians, Cyprians, Cilicians, Pamphylians—are a useless lot!

The rest of the commanders held their breath, sucked in their retorts if they were included in the closing insult, or waited eagerly for Xerxes to put her silly inferior brain in place. Too bad for them though, that Xerxes, who usually has such sound judgments more in line with their intellectual capacity, greeted Artemisia’s opinion with the most highest of esteem, in fact notably encouraging her with more favor for giving such an admirable and sound advising. However, though pleased with Artemisia’s skepticism, Xerxes’ astronomically amorphous ego was certain that his presence alone would foster victory where it had since lacked. And so the Battle of Salamis was soon underway.

"WHY ISN'T MY FACE MAKING THEM WIN?!"

“WHY ISN’T MY FACE MAKING THEM WIN?!”

So, presumably not all that begrudging given her affection for baddassery, Artemisia sailed into battle regardless. According to Polyaenus (A Macedonian author who dedicated one of his works to Marcus Aurelius *bravo*), in battle, Artemisia’s long ship carried different flags, Greek, Barbarian, etc. which she would fly intermittently given her chosen enemy, the ability to sneak attack unawares. She used this technique in full when, after her comrades and allies fell apart in abstract chaos in the wake of their combined utter defeat, she found herself being chased by an Athenian Trireme with no chance of escape as she was completely surrounded by enemy and friendly ships alike. Throwing up the colors and ramming a friendly ship captained by the king of Calynda, Damasithymus, she made herself appear an ally, which led the Athenian Trireme to give up the chase and let her free. It is said too that, technically, Artemisia killed two pigs with one stone in that single maneuver, as apparently, she and Damasithymus quarreled earlier during the campaign and he was now…well, sunk and dead. Herodotus couldn’t fully comment whether there was malice in her intent. But you know what they say about a woman scorned…

Artemisia’s act of ingenious revenge was witnessed by Xerxes and his camp of overlookers forcing him (and Herodotus) to fall more deeply in love respect for her than ever before. Because that was freaking awesome. Xerxes famously saying:

My men have turned into women and my women into men.

And since Artemisia was the only woman in that battle, we all know what he really meant. You go, girl.

After the crushing defeat, Xerxes wondered out loud, again, what he should do next. And despite Mardonius’ insistence to continue an invasion of Greece and the Peloponnese, Xerxes’ was eager to follow Artemisia’s advice. Which, after calling Mardonius a slave a few times for good measure, convinced the King to return home to safety which he was more than happy to oblige. He sent Mardonius off to battle (and further failure) and Artemisia with compliments and his sons to Ephesus.

And so concludes the exploits of Artemisia. Living on in name for an Iranian destroyer and as one of the titular characters in a Hollywood blockbuster movie.

Primary Sources:

The Histories, Herodotus. Book VII-VIII. 68-9; 87-8; 101-3.

Stratagems of War, Polyaenus. Book VIII, 53.3.

Secondary Source:

Mackey, Sandra & Harrop, Scott (1996). The Iranians: Persia, Islam and the Soul of a Nation.

Kings and Their Mistresses

As Caroline had feared, Henrietta was replaced by younger, prettier, more manipulating mistresses. Dying from an umbilical rupture in 1737, wrapped in towels as her intestines spilled out, the queen, sensible to the end, suggested that George remarry. But the king, heartbroken, hovering near her bed in her last agonizing moments, swore he would have only mistresses and never remarry.

“Oh, my God!” the dying queen said in French, with characteristic practicality, “that won’t make any difference!”

-Excerpt from Sex with Kings by Eleanor Herman. Famous last words of Queen Caroline to her gallivanting husband King George II of England.

History Hunks: Antinous

Gentlemen...

Gentlemen…

Ladies and gentlemen, but mostly gentlemen, nah just gentlemen; This curly haired cherub is Antinous. He was known as one of the most beautiful men of the Classical world by contemporary scholars and our sources. Whether or not this was the widespread case or the desperate attempt of a certain Emperor to justify the deification of Antinous in his grief, I suppose we’ll leave to the Classical Antiquity Beauty Pageant. But, honestly, not really anything is known about this guy. Except that Cassius Dio managed to find out that he was from Bithynium. And, uh. Yep.

I've seen more rippling torsos on a statue. I mean, just sayin'.

I’ve seen more rippling pectorals on a statue. I mean, just sayin’.

Anyway, the reason this guy is famous and why you can pretty much find his bust/image in quite a few museums across Europe is because he was the “boy favorite” of Emperor Hadrian of wall-building-in-Britain fame. If you don’t know what is meant by ‘boy favorite’, then I’ll tell you that after Antinous’ death in 130AD, a notorious tabloid-like and frequently debunked historical source The Historia Augusta was talking some smack:

While sailing on the Nile he [Hadrian] lost his Antinous, for whom he wept like a woman.

And while you SHOULD generally take whatever this source says with a grain of salt, it is believed by most scholars that their relationship was fairly sexual. I mean, unless you’re that one lone denier who thinks it is completely platonic for a guy to venerate and order the people under his will to erect statues in honor of Antinous’ beauty and worship him in a cult fashion. Mhm. Yeah. “Just friends”.

What I find most curious about the story between Hadrian and Antinous is what information we have concerning his death, drowning in the river Nile.

Some sources say that he was sacrificed, either by himself or others, because of his beauty.

In the case with Cassius Dio’s writing he seems to suggest:

…and he died in Egypt, either by falling into the Nile, as Hadrian writes [lost], or, as the truth is, having been offered in sacrifice (hierourgethesis). For Hadrian was in any case, as I have said, very keen on the curious arts, and made use of divinations and incantations of all kinds. Thus Hadrian honoured Antinous – either on account of his love for him, or because the youth had voluntarily undertaken to die for him

Sounds like something a Shakespearean character in love would do.

So, what do you all think? Hot or NOT?

A Little Sampling From the Chicago World’s Fair 1893

Japan. Ho-o-den or "Phoenix Palace".  Designed by Masamichi Kuru.

Japan. Ho-o-den or “Phoenix Palace”. Designed by Masamichi Kuru.

 

Aztec Temple.

Aztec Temple. Sacrifical alter not included…I think.

The Midway. The balloon pictured was later destroyed in a tornado storm while the Fair was still open.

The Midway. The balloon pictured was later destroyed in a tornado storm while the Fair was still open.

 

Cafe in the Turkish Village.

Cafe in the Turkish Village.

Replica Viking ship.

Replica Viking ship.

Replicas of Columbus' ships. Hopefully not to scale...

Replicas of Columbus’ ships. Hopefully not to scale…

The FIRST Ferris Wheel. What most people today think of as the most boring ride was at the time an unthinkable marvel.

The FIRST Ferris Wheel. What most people today think of as the most boring ride was at the time an unthinkable marvel.

The Electricity Building. Edison and Tesla were both present. A collective defecation was probably experienced by most visiting this building as this was likely the first time ever witnessing electricity. Also, the nerds in our time are probably overcome with the thought of an Edison and Tesla battle.

The Electricity Building. Edison and Tesla were both present. A collective defecation was probably experienced by most visiting this building as this was likely the first time ever witnessing electricity. Also, the nerds in our time are probably overcome with the thought of an Edison and Tesla battle.

The good kind of Water Gate.

The good kind of Water Gate.

The Court of Honor. Reportedly the most popular aspect of the exposition.

The Court of Honor. Reportedly the most popular aspect of the exposition.

Those are people. Still think Disney World is bad?

Those are people. Still think Disney World is bad?

Can't deny Franklin's sultry brow. That'll be 50 cents admission.

Can’t deny Franklin’s sultry brow. That’ll be 50 cents admission.

 

 

Pictures courtesy of Boston College, and Field Musuem.

Information absorbed after reading The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson. 2003.

 

 

 

Don’t ‘Cross’ Michael II.

On Christmas Eve of 820, the Emperor Leo V condemned the pretender Michael II to death by the rather bizarre method of having him tied to an ape and thrown into the furnaces that heated the imperial baths. Before the execution could take place, Michael’s supporters dressed up as monks and crept into the imperial palace to attack the emperor. Leo reportedly defended himself for more than an hour armed with nothing but a heavy metal cross that he swung around wildly before succumbing to the blades of his assailants. In what was surely the most undignified coronation in Byzantine history, Michael II was hastily brought up from the dungeons and crowned with the chains of his captivity still around his legs.

Found in Lost to the West: The Forgotten Byzantine Empire That Rescued Western Civilization written by Lars Brownworth.