Medieval European history is one of those subjects, I think, which can be approached only when one is still very young. All those Ottos and Heinrichs, Guelphs and Ghibellines (Welfen und Wibellingen), Hohenstaufens and Wittelsbachs, Frederick Barbarossa and Frederick II the Stupor Mundi – they should be learned by rote along with the times tables, je suis, tu es, il est, and amo, amas, amat, while the infant brain is still nice and spongy and absorbent. Continue reading
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The recent Anglican conference at Lambeth led to some controversial decisions, of which the most surprising, perhaps, was an agreement to work with other churches worldwide to fix the date of Easter. It was almost as surprising that the initiative for this startling break with tradition originated with the
I was recently given one of the most infuriating books it has ever been my misfortune to read. Bound in Venice: The Serene Republic and the Dawn of the Book, by Alessandro Marzo Magno, translated from the Italian by Gregory Conti, and published by
Quite a difficult decision, especially this season, when so many plants are prolonging their flowering, or beginning freakishly early. In the
The myth first. Halcyone was the daughter of Aeolus, the god of the winds. She and her husband Ceyx, king of Thessaly (or of Trachis, in some versions), were among the dim bunch (see Niobe, Marsyas, Ixion et al.) who insulted the gods, in this case by comparing themselves to Zeus and Hera. Retribution swiftly followed, and the pair were turned into birds. Another version has Ceyx setting out to sea to consult an oracle; Halcyone finds his dead body washed up on shore. (A myth for our times, sadly.) The gods take pity on her grief and turn them both into seabirds; Aeolus calms the waves for a brief time around the winter solstice so that Halcyone can lay her eggs on a floating nest in peace. Hence ‘Halcyon Days’.
No, me either, but I came across the term when I was looking up ‘gesso’, which is (among other things) the adhesive gunge on to which gold leaf is laid in illuminated manuscripts. The recipe for this type of gesso (Italian ‘chalk’, Greek γύψος) consists of ‘plaster, white lead, sugar and glue, and sometimes Armenian bole, which gives it a pink colour’. (You can see a video of the gilding process
(Coming in just under the wire …) I had already selected this Christmas print from the
Completely predictable this month – it’s holly. And it’s just as well I took some local pictures well in advance, not only because the light levels are a bit grim as we crawl from St Lucy’s Day to the Shortest Day and the solstice, but also because the birds are already having a really good time stripping the trees and bushes of their berries. I was told (centuries ago) that berries being left on the trees is the sign of a hard winter to come, because the birds KNOW, and are holding back until things get really grim. If this is true, it suggests that the current ludicrously mild weather will continue … 