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Hannibal – half term report
Although slightly uneven throughout it’s first 6 episodes, Hannibal has proved consistently interesting in a new TV format and seems to be really hitting it’s stride mid season. Creator Bryan Fuller takes things right back to the start of the original Thomas Harris book series, using Red Dragon as his jumping off point.
In this incarnation, Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikklesen) is an upstanding member of society and eminent psychiatrist, this time helping the FBI stop other serial killers, all the while operating in the shadows to further his own agenda. His partner so to speak is unstable agent Will Graham (Hugh Dancy) who has the ability to transport himself into the mind of a killer to see what they see and fell what they feel. For his own sanity, Graham’s boss Jack Crawford (Laurence Fishburne) refers him to Lecter, and so begins the cat and mouse game that gives…
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Synchronicity perhaps led me to pick up Stephen Alford’s book The Watchers: the secret history of the reign of Elizabeth I last week. This Guardian review gives a good synopsis, detailing a country on the edge of paranoia, and suggesting parallels with the modern ‘war on terror’.
Now a few days later Edward Snowden’s revelations have made America’s National Security Agency PRISM surveillance system headline news worldwide. It may be a cliché but truly the more things change the more they stay the same….
Christmas Trees of Dublin (1)
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Christmas tree on Thomas St, Dublin. Just in front is a marker and memorial to Robert Emmet, United Irishman and rebel, executed close to this spot in 1803.
Revenging regicide – an early modern manhunt
Quartering a body – 17th century style
Burning entrails.
A shocking sight any time.
Even more so when they’re your own intestines – ripped from your stomach, held aloft and seared by flame inches from your eyes.
The pain is unimaginable. Thomas Scott suffered this gruesome fate on the 17th October 1660 at Charing Cross in London. His crime had been in signing the death warrant of a King, authorising the beheading of Charles I on 30 January 1649.
Scott is less well known to history than Oliver Cromwell but Charles I’s family never forgot any of the 59 men who made the decision to execute the king and create an English republic. Minister for foreign affairs and spymaster-in-chief charged with warding off royalist plots and schemes until he clashed with Cromwell in 1653, Scott was a one of the most sought after men in England after the Restoration of Charles II in 1660.
A wise man, he fled to the Spanish Netherlands but was persuaded to return from exile, apparently on foot of a promise of his life being spared in whatever punishment followed. Instead, Scott at his trial on the 12 October 1660 was sentenced to be hanged, drawn and quartered five days later.
Dragged through the streets on a wooden panel so his body would be as shamefully low as possible, hanged by the neck to the point of unconsciousness, revived and then forced to watch as the masked executioner sliced through the muscle of his abdomen, grasped a handful of bowel and pulled forth, Scott – mercifully – could not have lived much beyond this stage.
After his death, his head was cut off and his body chopped into four quarters, with the pieces being displayed in particularly good vantage points – a bloodied and butchered warning to others of the dangers of opposing the king.
Politics Past, Politics Present
‘The appointment of a multiplicity of officials at local and national levels exacerbated the problem, so it hardly surprising that before long some […]began to voice criticisms of a ravenous bureaucracy which devoured a major proportion of available resources.’
Any guesses for the context and date of the quote above? How’s about hazarding a guess at the Croke Park Agreement and Irish public service wages being the topic under discussion and Ireland of 2012 the time? Seems reasonable and relevant?
Actually the words do relate to Ireland and a new government trying to manage an unprecedented crisis in a world gone slightly mad.
But the year was 1642. An uneasy coalition was trying to steer Ireland through political turmoil and a plethora of demands and threats from outside parties. Familiar enough ground in spite of the four hundred year gap.
Reassuring to see some things don’t change very much at all – despite the upheaval and catastrophic conditions generous rates of pay (for some at least) were deemed vital then and are deemed vital now.
The 1640s policy ended with the arrival of Oliver Cromwell. Here’s hoping the latter day strategy has a happier conclusion.
[The quote is from Micheal O Siochru’s excellent Confederate Ireland 1642-1649 – a political and constitutional analysis (Dublin, 1999), p. 54.]
The Br!t!$h Isles?! Or, how to upset and annoy (some) Irish people without really trying
What’s in a name? Quite a lot and far more than we might suppose. A veritable frenzy arose from a fairly routine shout out from performers at a music gig in Dublin last night.
Pop group The Scissors Sisters‘ banter with the crowd hit a rocky note when lead singer Ana (Lynch) Matronic welcomed people from all over the ‘British Isles‘ to the concert. Cue a chorus of boos.
Today, a report of the incident, and responses to it on Twitter, on The Journal.ie website sparked a long stream of comments. Over 800 people read, wrote or rated contributions on whether Ireland is or isn’t, was or wasn’t, part of the British Isles. Obviously a sensitive subject and of interest to many people.
History, or at least what people believe to be history, was deployed in the arguments – closely bound up with politics past and present. Tempers frayed in some cases, passions rose in others while a few cool heads maintained an even keel.
That an off the cuff and innocuous remark by a singer on tour, who herself is of Irish extraction and bears a Celtic Cross tattoo in recognition of her heritage, should provoke such an instant and energetic response is interesting in itself. The number and variety of comments online, even more so.
Despite the many posts emphasising Ireland’s very definite separate identity from Britain, the volume and vociferousness of the reaction suggests not conviction but insecurity. A slip of the tongue by a busy singer in the middle of the constantly moving ‘bubblesphere’ of a world tour should be readily seen and easily understood for it was – an unfortunate turn of phrase by someone who has rather a lot on her mind trying to entertain 10,000 people in whatever city it is today. It might rankle a bit that we got mixed up with our neighbours but these things happen.
Instead, a storm of protest about Ana Matronic‘s intelligence, cluelessness and general all-round unfitness to be a celebrity. I look forward to X Factor, America’s Got Talent, The Voice and maybe even Jersey Shore and the tabloids adding a general knowledge test before anointing the Next Big Thing to grace our screens.
Until then maybe we could just not get so het up over an understandable and very minor mistake.
If it was a mistake, and the jury’s still out on how ‘legitimate’ the term British Isles is as a geographic term. Whether we as citizens of the Republic of Ireland like it or not, it is a long-standing and well known term. All of the islands in the region have a British presence and/or involvement,at least politically, by right or default, and again whether we and our Manx and Channel Islander neighbours like it or not. These things can be changed but it takes time – which is still more familiar to many of us, Bombay or Mumbai? East Timor or Timor Leste?
Blame history for that, not Ana Matronic. Better still leave aside blame altogether – let history and common sense shed some light on why things are the way they are. That won’t be possible by depending only on history taught in primary school, or secondary; or by reading one book, or even a handful of books. The more research done, the more books read, the more confused, complicated and uncertain will things be.
Britain turns out to have been named after the oldest Celtic-speaking inhabitants of the island – the Britons: their closest descendants are probably the Welsh and Cornish. And also closely related linguistically and culturally, the Bretons in Brittany – or little Britain, which might get confusing with other (bit of) Britain to the north, so that for clarity and because it was larger and more populated became great(er) Britain. The Romans were the people responsible for this attempt at making things crystal clear.
By this original meaning, British technically might not include English people, many of whose ancestors were (or at least are seen and widely believed to be) Anglo-Saxon. But ironically it could be expanded with accuracy to include the majority of Irish, Scots and Manx, who linguistically and culturally share a close connection with the Welsh, Cornish and Bretons.
Then again, ‘Britain’ as a modern geographic or political idea meant very little once the Romans had left, at least until much later. When King James VI of Scotland also became King of England in 1603, enthusiasm moved him to call himself King of Britain and design a new flag to mark the occasion. Both ideas were roundly disliked and swiftly ignored by English and Scots, who found sharing a king was quite enough, thank you very much.
Oddly though, it is in Ireland that ‘British’ pops up as a descriptive term next. A separate lordship (from 1171) and then kingdom (from 1541), the island was dominated, if not completely controlled, from London – where policies were decided and key decisions made. Not always with great success – by the late 1500s religious divisions had been added to ethnic, linguistic, cultural and economic differences to make government and administration difficult and constantly demanding of time, money and attention in London.
Settling new English and Scottish colonists (those present already, the Old English were almost as problematic as the Gaelic Irish when seen from London) might be a way to make the island more manageable – and from 1607 a policy of plantation brought thousands of people from England and Scotland to assume ownership of confiscated lands. Often isolated, and frequently a small minority the newcomers came to think of themselves as part of the same enterprise and identify with each other as broadly ‘British’. So, irony of ironies, ‘British’ as an accepted label gains currency in Ireland in the 1630s and 1640s.
Britain as a state and political entity though is an even later creation – only dating from 1707 and the Union of Scotland and England to create Britain. This was the first time the entire island had been ever united – and the name for the new country was a problem, especially in French. An old problem returned: the French department of Brittany in French was called Bretagne. The island of Britain and thus the new state was also known as Bretagne. What to do? Grand Bretagne, Great Britain, solved the problem. With the France of Louis XIV being the dominant cultural and political superpower of Europe the solution, Great Britain became the recognised and accepted term. Ireland being ruled from London, though not formally and legally yet a part of the Union, came to be included within the reference as an easy shorthand that acknowledged reality. Reality joined with technicality in 1801 when Ireland was united with Great Britain to form the United Kingdom; few people outside Ireland knew or cared about the alteration. Britain remained the term most often used, the most familiar and the handiest – as it does today.
No separate name to describe someone from the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland ever came into use. Ireland had little or no influence or impact upon the structure of the Union initially, and the change in status was little known and seldom mentioned in the wider world. Britain, British and British Isles came to be the easiest way to describe everyone within the United Kingdom in collective terms. And the easiest way for a European to pick out a British subject? Someone speaking English.
By 1922 such habits were hard to break, despite independence for the Irish Free State. Not surprisingly in the midst of rebuilding lives and countries after the horror of World War I while simultaneously trying to survive the Great Depression, many people failed to register events in Ireland in great detail. Ireland’s place and importance in the wider world since then and in global consciousness today tends to wildly overstated and overestimated by many Irish people. Perhaps at heart we recognise this, and this accounts for the knee-jerk reaction to any confusion, mix-up or misunderstanding, no matter how accidental or unintended. Or maybe a people of whom 99.9% speak English, very many watch English TV, read English newspapers and magazines, shop in English stores, and even support English football teams might have deeper fears about their identity……………
How to read?
I have to confess straight off that I thought I’d nailed this particular skill about thirty years ago or so. Apparently not. I have been under a misapprehension and didn’t even know she was there.
‘How to Read Books’ books keep appearing. In itself that seems a bit of a mid bending paradox – if you can’t read, how and indeed why would you buy such a book?
OK, I’m being facetious and deliberately missing the point for effect. Still, there is something here that’s troubling. Reading is simple. At least for those of us who have been fortunate and privileged enough to have been taught how to do it.
See book you think you enjoy. Read. Reflect. Natter about what you thought online or maybe, for a walk on the wild side, even in the real world. Buy or borrow another book. Repeat till death us do part.
What could be simpler? Well, really. Now. It can’t be that simple, can it? Why would we need legions of critics and scholars who specialise in ‘deep’, ‘cross’ (some of them very cross), and ‘against the grain’ reading?
Well, maybe it can be that simple. Nick Hornby takes a well aimed pot shot at ‘cultural snobbery’ of all descriptions in his latest book. Spot on and very entertaining it is too. There’s a good extract over on the every excellent Brainpickings website:
http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/2012/08/15/nick-hornby-more-baths-less-talking/
Well worth a read!
Oh dear sweet lord make it go away……
Movie on RTE 2 right now that can only be the work of a lobotomised goldfish directing rejected shop mannequins operating with a script produced by the accidental spillage of alphabet soup.
Mesmerised like a rabbit in the headlights by its sheer, unadulterated, awfulness in every single frame.
Truly lives up to its billing as a disaster movie……
If Irish counties were countries….
Carlow = Poland
Often threatened with being obliterated by neighbours – especially to the west. A scenic land of rivers with a long and glorious history. Seldom wins anything, never gives up. Shared love of potatoes.
Cavan = Switzerland
Home of secure money. Details of finances are almost impossible to come by in either region. Deep valleys and gorges, mountains in Switzerland, potholes in Cavan. Cheese a staple of both economies.
Clare = Wales
Music and singing are mainstays of life. Sheep are cherished – often for hours at a time.
Cork = France
Truly believes it, rather than Dublin, is the centre of civilisation; as such has a mission to raise the rest of the country to its own level. Sing song accent. Huge emphasis upon and reputation for high quality food and drink. Birthplace of the Irish Napoleon, Michael Collins.
Donegal = Russia
Impenetrable accent – often more Scottish than Irish. A county cut off by terrain and mentality from the rest of the country, north and south. The ‘rule of law’ is seen more as a generalised list of suggestions, interpretable at will. Civil servants and officials who transgress or displease are sent to this Irish gulag. Drink, religion and weather lead to fatalism and a dark soul.
Dublin = United States of America
Dominates all aspects of Irish life cultural, political and social. Widely resented, the county that others love to hate, a mixture of envy and jealousy based on the belief that Dubliners think the world, or at least Ireland, revolves around them. Mostly because it does. Yet, many Dubliners are recent immigrants and retain connections with their counties of origin.
Kerry = Brazil
Exuberant, exotic and volatile. And that’s just the women. Wild natives, some as yet largely uninfluenced by civilisation. Renowned for its scenery, mountains, beaches, lakes and rivers. Unsurpassed in football skills and loquaciousness.
Kilkenny = Germany
Shares black, amber and red colours. Quietly industrious and prosperous. Consistently efficient and clinically effective….at hurling at least. Produces prodigious quantities of beer. Unsure of its orientation – does its interests and affinities lie east in Leinster or west in Munster? Accent much mocked.
Leitrim = Bhutan
Here be dragons?
Limerick = Mexico
Both are troubled by high levels of urban gang activity. Wrestling/rugby are strangely popular and followed with religious devotion. Odd musical traditions – mariachi and the Rubberbandits.
Offaly = Mongolia
Both consist almost exclusively of vast swathes of uninhabitable desert. Natives are renowned for their deep attachment to their animals – horses in Mongolia, sheep in Offaly. Nomanslands between north and south, east and west.
Westmeath = Canada
A land of lakes and prairies. Often mistaken for their larger and more famous neighbour next door. Syrup is important in both cultures, economically in Canada, the exact use in Westmeath has not yet been established.
Wicklow = Ukraine
Deep divide between east and west of the county. Dominated by proximity to Dublin, to which some areas by dint of accent and culture appear to belong. Nicknamed the ‘Garden County’ because of its fertile land; possibly also a measure of the inhabitants IQ or resemblance to vegetables.