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‘For the day is waxing old, and here meseemeth in this dim hall there are words crossing in the air about us—words spoken in days long ago, and tales of old time, that keep egging me on to do my will and die, because that is all that the world hath for a valiant man; and to such words I would not hearken, for in this hour I have no will to die, nor can I think of death.’


‘Now, lads, the night weareth and the guest is weary: therefore whoso of you hath in him any minstrelsy, now let him make it, for later on it shall be over-late.’


‘Now were I fain to have a true tale out of him, but it is little likely that anything shall come of my much questioning; and it is ill forcing a young man to tell lies.’


He laughed and said: ‘Thou didst not doubt but that if we met, thou mightest do with me as thou wouldest?’

‘So it is,’ she said, ‘that I doubted it little.’


[T]he stony neck sank into another desolate miry heath still falling toward the east, but whose further side was walled by a rampart of crags cleft at their tops into marvellous-shapes, coal-black, ungrassed and unmossed. Thitherward the hound led straight, and Gold-mane followed wondering: as he drew near them he saw that they were not very high, the tallest peak scant fifty feet from the face of the heath.

They made their way through the scattered rocks at the foot of these crags, till, just where the rock-wall seemed the closest, the way through the stones turned into a path going through it skew-wise; and it was now so clear a path that belike it had been bettered by men’s hands. Down thereby Face-of-god followed the hound, deeming that he was come to the gates of the Shadowy Vale, and the path went down steeply and swiftly.
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I accidentally deleted the last William Morris book in my to-reread list from my phone and never got around to sending it back.

I started Walter Scott's The Talisman, because it's one of his few novels set in the middle ages, but there's some racism that's hard to swallow. There is a major Kurdish character, a knight under Saladin, who is... friends? With our Norman Scottish protagonist. The portrayal is not unsympathetic. I think Scott is doing his best to be even-handed, but like Catholicism, Islam just seems factually wrong and evil etc etc to him, and its adherents who are good guys are unfortunately misled. It's... hard to read. In retrospect, I'm surprised by how much he didn't dislike Judaism, in comparison.

Also started The King of Elfland's Daughter by Lord Dunsany. I read this as a teenager but remembered nothing. The narrative voice is quaint and charming. It's not really gripping me though.

No progress in Le Morte d'Arthur (Malory) or The Idylls of the King (Tennyson). The latter is more readable, comparatively, but I just don't really like reading verse. Also I did make some progress in The Faerie Queene (Spenser), and one verse narrative at a time is plenty.

Speaking of verse narratives, I still haven't made any more progress in the Wilson translation of Seneca's plays. (But the translations aren't in verse!) I might just have to skip Oedipus. I hate him for some reason.

I guess now I should actually reread all of Murderbot again, since I can't remember all the details and the show is starting to air. That should be comparatively quick though! I have the last Katherine Addison waiting and haven't gotten around to picking it up.

With all these things that I'm feeling decidedly unenthused about, I instead read the whole part of Jordanes' ancient history of the Goths that deals with wars with Asian invaders and then the entirety of Hervor's/Heidrek's saga, including the ancient poem called The Battle of the Goths and the Huns. (This is the only surviving medieval saga that deals with Gothic tribes in mainland Europe, and Jordanes' is the only other ancient source with relevance to Morris's The Roots of the Mountains.) I had made all the posts about that book which I had in mind when reading it, but yesterday I found a link on Tumblr to these two great essays about the context, history, and implications of the racism of Tolkien orcs/goblins by James Mendez Hodes (he doesn't mention Morris/ROTM or the specific borrowing from Jordanes alleged in Seaman's introduction to ROTM, but these links in the chain are immaterial to the argument): Orcs, Britons, and the Martial Race Myth, Part I: A Species Built for Racial Terror. content warnings: racism, colonialism/imperialism, cultural conflation, sexism, sexual violence, anger & Orcs, Britons, and the Martial Race Myth, Part II: They're Not Human. These essays totally opened my eyes to a missing link in my understanding of the background of the racist portrayal of the Dusky Men - one I wouldn't have missed if I'd reread Said's Orientalism, which I probably should've. The gender aspect of the ROTM Huns is riffing on the extreme cultural openness and intermarriage habits of the Mongols, whose invasions were much later - 13th century, long after the christianization and settlement of the germanic tribes and the fall of the Roman empire. (More on the Mongols' real culture and the stereotypes in western culture surrounding them in his posts!) So that gives me something else to research. Maybe I actually will eventually form a coherent theory of what is going on with all the gender roles in this book!
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[H]e saw a slender glittering warrior come forth from the door [...], who stood for a moment looking round about, and then came lightly and swiftly toward him; and lo! it was the Sun-beam, with a long hauberk over her kirtle falling below her knees, a helm on her head and plated shoes on her feet.

—William Morris, The Roots of the Mountains


Mentions of this book before I read it indicated to me that it was the inspiration behind several chunks of The Lord of the Rings for Tolkien, one of these being the "warrior women". There is a woman who swears herself to the war-god as a result of being disappointed in love, and some other echoes of Eowyn's story discussed in my previous post on the subject, The romances of Morris's Roots of the Mountains as forerunners of those in LOTR. But saying that The Roots of the Mountains' fighting women inspired LOTR, though possibly true, is quite misleading, because there is so much more warrior woman in The Roots of the Mountains.

In The Roots of the Mountains, Victorian socialist and medieval fanboy William Morris created a fantasy version of pre-Christian central european Gothic tribes in an idyllic egalitarian agrarian society where women hold political influence and freely fight in war against barbaric colonizing enslavers.

This fantasy society isn't closely based on any sources - the nearest is the bits of the poem Hlöðskviða or "The Battle of the Goths and Huns" preserved in a 13th century Icelandic "legendary saga" (fornaldarsaga) (ie not a historical saga; though the poem doubtless has its origin in some real poems/songs) - and while the image of the Germanic warrior woman or Valkyrie certainly exists in Norse and germanic folklore, Morris's world in ROTM goes far beyond that. Read more... )

Of the three female main characters (out of five) in The Roots of the Mountains, one is The World's Greatest Archer, typically a woodswoman and huntress, and a fierce fighting maiden all the time; one is a young athlete who was always skilled at fighting and makes a vow to go to war as a result of her broken heart, but throws herself gloriously into the fighting as a leader of the people; and one is a wise political leader who refuses to take up arms herself, but goes into the battle in full armor with her people.

‘And when I go down to the battle,’ said he, ‘shalt thou be sorry for our sundering?’

She said: ‘There shall be no sundering; I shall wend with thee.’

Said he: ‘And if I were slain in the battle, would’st thou lament me?’

‘Thou shalt not be slain,’ she said.


There are still plenty of women who don't go to battle in The Roots of the Mountains, too, and their choice is valid! But the ability to fight and the will to fight are fully accepted and fairly widespread for women throughout the four societies he portrays, (1) the Burgdalers (town dwellers), (2) the shepherds, (3) the woodsfolk, and (4) the Children of the Wolf, who have been living hidden in Mirkwood, the forest which lies between the dalesmen and the eastern invaders, and protecting the border from their SECRET BASE in the hidden Shadowy Vale.

First we learn of the fighting women of the Children of the Wolf - a mysterious, rather fantastical people, throwbacks to the heroic age, and thus possibly more apt to exotic things like warrior maidens:

Then the Sun-beam spake to Gold-mane softly, and told him how this song was made by a minstrel concerning a foray in the early days of their first abode in Shadowy Vale, and how in good sooth a maiden led the fray and was the captain of the warriors:

‘Erst,’ she said, ‘this was counted as a wonder; but now we are so few that it is no wonder though the women will do whatsoever they may.’


(In The House of the Wolfings - that is, before the Wolfings came to the Shadowy Vale, and at least a couple of hundred years before ROTM - the army is made up mostly of men, but Read more... )) The Sun-beam's foster sister Bow-may intended from the first to fight, and takes the first opportunity to ask Face-of-god where he got his extremely good armor, and if she can have some:Read more... )

But next we learn that the settled town-dwelling society of Burgdale, which at first seemed like a traditional early medieval setting, enthusiastically accepts the vow of the Bride to dedicate herself to the war god and fight in the battle for her people, and that many other young maidens are inspired to follow her example:Read more... )

And finally when the fighters muster we see how many fighting women there are in the whole host: apparently eight, counting the Bride, out of 1 581 fighters from the Dale (Woodlanders and Folk of the Vine ie grape-growers); 50 women out of 235 Children of the Wolf. A sample of the muster scenes: Read more... )

Of the female fighters, we later learn that another besides the Bride was injured, and Bow-May's hand gets hurt and her bow broken, but she keeps fighting. Morris also portrays them fighting heroically alongside the male warriors in his battle scenes: Read more... )
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(Not G)IP! After years and probably a hundred attempts to draw a version of my old default icon that I liked better than the original, last week I succeeded! I've wanted for a few years now to replace the vintage photo of Helen Kane that I've been using as a default since probably 2008ish?, but I would always get hung up at the last minute in a panic of identity crisis: how will anybody recognize me without a teal side-eyeing profile? (I have a constant urge to make my pixel Art Deco radio my default, but I just can't stand the strain of it being non-teal and not giving side-eye. But I wouldn't like it as much if I made it teal and gave it eyes!!!! It's a dilemma.)

Karar i arbeit. (This means "men at work" in a weird western Finland Swedish hick dialect and is the title of a song by Kaj, the Finland-Swedish band that Sweden are sending to Eurovision this year. And it's what [personal profile] waxjism has started saying anytime it is remotely relevant, I guess because it sounds funny to her.) The diggers are back this morning digging up the rest of the intersection next to our house. They dug up most of it in February and replaced some pipes, but then they've left it and most of the street below covered in compacted gravel since. The longer they leave it there, the likelier that our plumber will manage to get the digger guy to do the digging he needs to do to fix our pipe before they repave the road (not calling people back apparently applies also to contractors and not just to end customers! Great!), so I guess that's good. Possibly this development is bad, in fact (like what if they just keep going until they finish and then immediately start paving?). The cats like watching out the window though, and that's always cute.

At least a few flowers! All the maples are blossoming now, like little chartreuse pom-poms everywhere. Very cute. Possibly my favorite tree decoration. Lilies have been coming up, but nothing else but our daffodils is blooming yet, not even our tulips (there are some tulips open in town, in much sunnier spots, but our yard has a great deal of shade from tall trees around it).

Knitting for Niblings (they grow up so fast): The triplets I used to help bottle feed when they were born are turning eighteen this month and one of them is working this summer at a bar here in town, so has sought permission to crash at our place in the event he misses the late bus. They are basically adults!!!! Full-sized people!!! I mean he's been taller than me for a couple of years already, but still. Also this means I guess it's time to make them Adulthood Sweaters, but they're all the same age. (We made their older sister a nice sweater for her 18th birthday under the theory that she was now for the first time unlikely to outgrow it quickly.) (We did make her a sweater when she was a small child once but we never managed to make sweaters for the triplets because of this three-at-once issue. Not that they minded: it would be hard to find better-connected small children and they were always drowning in so many presents and party guests that they wouldn't notice our presence or absence.) So I'm thinking we will give them cards explaining that we will make them each the sweaters of their choosing now, but one after the other (Wax has tentatively agreed to this but she's probably forgotten by now because the discussion was a couple of weeks ago). It's summer anyway, so it's not like anybody will be in a rush for a sweater. And with any luck they will choose things that are easier to make than the long allover-cable mohair-and-merino cardigan Wax made for their sister. And I guess we need some kind of smaller symbolic present to go with the cards, but baking is out because their birthday party always features more sugary desserts than can be eaten. But also my shoulder still hurts (slightly, intermittently) and I still haven't called the doctor (or done the other stuff on that list from ten days ago. It was too scary and I froze up and didn't know where to start! Maybe I can start now, idk). So I couldn't start knitting right away anyway.

Fandom drama update, secondhand: I also forgot to mention that the two-week hiatus in Wax's fandom (911) ended and last week the new episode went up! And, as she and I expected, 911 spoilers... lol... ).

Reading Old Stuff: I made another attempt to read Le Morte d'Arthur and didn't get very far yet. The narrative voice is just incredibly dull! I did read the introductions to the Standard Ebooks edition with great interest, and obtained this list of sources which I hadn't heard before: "the great bulk of the work has been traced chapter by chapter to the "Merlin" of Robert de Boron and his successors (Bks. I-IV), the English metrical romance La Morte Arthur of the Thornton manuscript (Bk. V), the French romances of Tristan (Bks. VIII-X) and of Launcelot (Bks. VI, XI-XIX), and lastly to the English prose Morte Arthur of Harley MS. 2252 (Bks. XVIII, XX, XXI)." Having read Robert de Boron's "Merlin", the beginning of Le Morte d'Arthur is recognizable and also startlingly less interesting and fun to read. I looked up the English metrical and prose "Morte"s mentioned here and concluded that they didn't sound very fun either, although perhaps I will try them soon. Also started William Morris's translation of Grettis saga, and contrary to Morris's transports about characterization and poetry in the introduction, so far it is just wading through a lot of run-on sentences of geneology and short summaries of who attacked/burned and looted someone's house, just like the other Icelandic sagas I've attempted to read in the past. Amazing to think this in any way could represent a story designed to be told orally to a live audience who were supposed to not be falling asleep or getting up and leaving.
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People have noted the similarities in the romance plots (among other elements) found in LOTR with those from William Morris's 1889 novels The House of the Wolfings and especially The Roots of the Mountains, which helped spark my curiosity to read them. The mentions in the Wikipedia article about Morris's influence on Tolkien and in Seaman's intro to ROTM are of the Aragorn-Arwen-Eowyn love triangle and the character trajectory of Eowyn, but there wasn't much detail. But I found more than just that!

Mortal-Immortal romance in The House of the Wolfings

I didn't see any mention of HOTW (the first book in the series) in association with Tolkien, only ROTM. However, while there is a love triangle - or actually a love pentacle - of cross-cultural romances in ROTM, there are not any gods or immortals on the page. There is a callback to the idea: when the protagonist meets the mysterious and nomadic People of the Wolf (forest-dwelling throwbacks to the age of heroes who dedicate themselves to protecting the borders of the sheltered little agrarian civilization), he is so awed at first that he imagines they (particularly his future wife and her brother) may be gods or spirits. But in The House of the Wolfings, the love story is between the brave war leader of the Wolfings and an immortal nature spirit - a dís - who wants to preserve his life and asks him to wear an enchanted hauberk or coat of mail. Read more... )

Love Pentacle in The Roots of the Mountains

As far as parallels to the romances in LOTR, ROTM offers: a woman disappointed in love who goes to war (two of them); a noble hero who reflects the past glory of his clan in a cross-cultural romance with a wise and beautiful woman of an even more noble background than his; and one of the disappointed-in-love warrior women being wounded in battle and having a dramatic cross-cultural romance with another brave warrior/political ruler character. (Also - and this isn't part of the romances - a character who like is just kind of. Hawkeye. Her entire thing is just being an amazing, unironically unbelievably the best, acknowledged master archer who is almost supernatural. She is one of the pentacle though.) Before I explain these claims, I must briefly introduce the five main characters.

  1. Protagonist and hero Face-of-god, alderman's son of the House of the Face in the small walled city of Burgdale. Read more... )

  2. His childhood sweetheart and (at the beginning of the novel) promised bride, the Bride, eldest daughter of the House of the Steer. She is athletic and beautiful (like at least one heroine in every Morris novel, her description is recognizably that of Morris's wife, Jane, whose likeness is preserved in many of the paintings of Dante Gabriel Rosetti). Read more... )

  3. The war-leader of the House of the Wolf, Folk-might, who has loved the Bride ever since he glimpsed her and wants to fight Face-of-God for falling in love with Folk-might's sister instead. Read more... )

  4. Folk-might's sister and Face-of-god's new love, the Sun-beam, the young political strategist of the House of the Wolf.Read more... )

  5. The Sun-beam and Folk-might's foster-sister Bow-may of the House of the Wolf, unironically the best archer imaginable, possibly a bit supernatural about it, and a blithe, jolly shieldmaiden who knows no fear. She is a little bit hopelessly in love with Face-of-god, but she's resigned to it. Read more... )



A woman goes to war after being disappointed in love.

For Eowyn going to war is an act of rebellion which she has to accomplish by dressing as a man and running away. That makes her gesture far more momentous than that of the Bride, who literally does decide to go to war because she is heartbroken, Read more... ) and shocks her people by doing it, but doesn't break any norms; in fact there are quite a few other women from Burgdale and the shepherds and woodsfolk who go to battle, and an even larger share of the women of the House of the Wolf. Far from running away, the Bride actually stands up at the folkmote and announces her intentions to the people, and thereafter becomes a sort of figurehead and morale-booster, inspiring other young women to fight: Read more... )

(Two of them)

Bow-may also goes to war and is disappointed in love, but it doesn't really count because she was going to go to war either way. You can't keep her away from the war. However, she is still lowkey tragic about it: Read more... )

A noble hero who reflects the past glory of his people finds himself in a cross-cultural romance with a wise, beautiful woman of an even more noble background than his.

Face-of-god grows from a youth to a man during this novel and is well-liked by the people before he is chosen to be their war-leader at the folkmote, but over the course of the novel others remark on his growth and likeness to a hero of bygone days. The Sun-beam, meanwhile, comes from the House of the Wolf, the clan who led the entire Gothic peoples a few hundred years ago in HOTW, defeating an attempted Roman invasion. Read more... )

A warrior woman disappointed in love is wounded in battle and has a dramatic cross-cultural romance with another brave warrior/political ruler character.

As mentioned, Folk-might actually falls in love at first sight after glimpsing the Bride from afar while on a covert fact-finding mission to Burgdale, but they become engaged after she is wounded in battle. Read more... )



Footnotes:
1. Týr (but would be spelled slightly different in Gothic - I found a source of comparative names in various germanic languages including Gothic on one of my 4 am googling-names-from-this-book binges, but now I can't find it again)
2. Likely Dagr, or possibly his father Dellingr (but would be spelled slightly different in Gothic)
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In my early posts about William Morris's The Roots of the Mountains I raised issues of anachronisms (here and here) and this led to a conversation with [personal profile] mildred_of_midgard that was really fun about brasilwood and medieval trade! Also, ultimately she made a very good point about my statements relating to dating these novels, namely: they are not exactly meant to be datable, because they aren't really historical fiction in the traditional sense. Read more... )

So yes, it's completely legit to observe that dating their events, or identifying contradictions in the dating thereof, is beside the point to the same extent that this is true of medieval romances or epic poetry. However, even though that's true, it doesn't mean that there's no value in investigating the real history behind the folklore. Even if the main value is fun. And in my case, picturing the clothing, because I'm into medieval clothing. ) So anyway, what CAN be pinned down about the time/setting of HOTW and ROTM?

  • HOTW deals with a massive alliance of germanic tribes successfully repelling a Roman invasion from their forest home of Mirkwood, which is definitely somewhere on the continent, but that's all we got. Goths have already joined the Roman army, but this is evidently only a recent development, and these traitor-Goths are responsible for leading the Romans to their homeland. At the beginning of HOTW the Romans are still a distant rumor, basically new to most of the members of these tribes. So it likely takes place quite early in the history of Roman-germanic conflicts, perhaps somewhere between the 2nd century BCE and the 1st century CE.


  • All the peoples in HOTW dwell in wooden longhouses, which, accurate. You can read on Wikipedia about how Tolkien just copied Meduseld from HOTW and therefore introduced the word "louvres", which historians later accused Tolkien of being anachronistic for because the word 'louvres' wasn't present in Anglo-Saxon England, lol. Yes okay Wikipedia, point taken. I'm trying not to be quite that silly.


  • ROTM takes place many generations, perhaps a few hundred years, after The House of the Wolfings. The tribe of the Wolfings live in the forest, protecting the boundaries of a small settlement of farmers and shepherds in a peaceful valley at the foot of the mountains. The shepherds and farmers are allied germanic tribes and all are still pagan. If Wikipedia is to be believed, the Goths converted to Christianity in the late 4th century AD and were one of the first germanic peoples to do so. This is covered extensively in Jordanes (Morris was certainly familiar with it, and drew on it for these books otherwise, although that's no guarantee he intended to treat it as canon).


  • The settled germanic tribes in ROTM still preserve a basically egalitarian society based on seasonal Thing assemblies in a stone circle ("[In] Finland [so-called "court stones"] are found in Eura, Ulvila and Kokemäki. They date typically [to] during the Pre-Roman Iron Age and the Roman Iron Age. In Sweden, they are called Domarringar (judge circles), Domkretsar (judge circles) or Domarsäten (judge seats). In Finland they are called Käräjäkivet (court stones). In some places in [the] Nordic countries they were used [for Thing assemblies] until [the] 17th century"), but they have hereditary chieftains now instead of their former method of elected war leaders from HOTW.


  • The society of ROTM have a fortified city with stone houses. I don't think this can be used to date anything though, because as far as I know, there is no stone architecture from pagan germanic tribes currently available to architectural historians. I think this was just Morris letting his fancy run away with him, to be frank.


(Regarding my two posts about anachronisms: if ROTM is intended to be set in Crimea, which is possible, the brasilwood dye is probably fine even as far back as the 200s or 300s CE; but if you want to use the existence of the bowed string instruments to date it the whole thing would have to be pushed forward to around the 10th century CE, when like, almost everyone was converted to Christianity: they established the Archbishopric of Uppsala in Sweden in 1164 and that's the furthest Northwest they had to go. Yeah, I'm not serious about dating it then. Possibly he just didn't care but probably he was just plain wrong about the bowed string instrument.)

I was originally (before looking up a ton of stuff) thinking 5th or 6th century AD might be the intended ballpark target time period, because there were many more Asian incursions into germanic tribal territory in those centuries; but that is actually way too late for them to all be pagans. Of course, Morris might have just kept them pagan because he loved germanic paganism and was a Norse saga fanboy, while still imagining his setting in the 5th or 6th centuries. But on the whole - and this conclusion is definitely pretty much vibes-based -, I am thinking 3rd-4th century CE for ROTM and 1st century BCE or CE for HOTW. To the extent that that is valid. Which is like... maybe roughly 20%.
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I did finish The Roots of the Mountains and The House of the Wolfings, and I did get quite interested in the romantic plots and depictions of women fighting in war therein, which certainly do seem to have inspired LOTR. But another issue fascinated me alongside it, namely the orcs.

For context, my opinion, prior to my recent reading of and about these two Morris books, of the whole issue of orcs and goblins in LOTR was that they are essentially racist. I think any attempt to portray a humanoid fantasy species that are inherently evil would be inevitably (with the possible exception of a hypothetical situation where exploring and deconstructing that exact issue was the whole point). I had garnered the impression that the dehumanification of orcs was done with the intention of making it less agonizing/harrowing/tragic, to allow the Good characters to be fighting and killing a depersonalized Evil, but that Tolkien himself (eventually?) even was aware of (? or uncomfortable with?) the implications. (I set aside the film portrayal, which made it worse, but I'm just discussing the books here.) But I haven't investigated that issue or the scholarship about it that I recall, just read posts and essays in fandom and online about it. (I know there is scholarship about it, but I haven't looked.)

Recently I did a websearch about William Morris's HOTW/ROTM and discovered (as mentioned in a couple of previous posts) some indications that these books, specifically, had inspired bits of LOTR, and my curiosity determined me to finish wading through the boringness/rhyming poetry of HOTW in order to finally read ROTM. And I read it! Part of what I found in that websearch was the Wikipedia article called William Morris's influence on Tolkien, which is a bit of a grab bag but included this:

Morris describes the Dusky Men as "long-armed like apes", "as foul as swine", fighting with crooked swords, and forming "a stumbling jostling throng".[24] Massey comments that their nature is dehumanised, so they can be slaughtered "with impunity", and that Tolkien modelled the Orcs on them.[24]

[24] Massey 2007, pp. 130–132.

Massey, Kelvin Lee (2007). The Roots of Middle-Earth: William Morris's Influence upon J. R. R. Tolkien. University of Tennessee (PhD thesis).


And then also, in Graham Seaman's 2003 Introduction to The Roots of the Mountains (also mentioned in a previous post), this: Read more... ) Therefore, I started reading the book after these two passages with the impression that the "Huns" or Dusky Men of Morris's ROTM were going to be a fantasy race: definitely not human - acting like zombies, incapable of breeding with people (and also inherently evil). Please note: I do not unquestioningly accept that quote from Jordanes and what it is apparently arguing, but I wanted to investigate the matter further myself. But even if I didn't swallow the argument whole, I did still expect this passage to be factual - that is, for the Dusky Men to actually be unambiguously, in the text, a fantasy race, not just human beings, who are inherently evil and all that jazz.

But they aren't.

Surprise!

So now I have to deal with what they actually ARE in the text before I come back to whether Jordanes, et. al. absolves Morris and Tolkien, or to what it could mean.

Are the Huns unambiguously inhuman fantasy monsters? No. Are they like orcs, goblins, or zombies? No. They are described as ugly, short-necked, small-eyed, etc., but none of the physical descriptions go beyond the standard anti-Asian racism discussed so extensively in Said's Orientalism. They are guys who are not as smart or good at fighting as the heroic germanic tribesmen - that's why they formed a stumbling, jostling throng in that quote: because they weren't all drilled and prepared to take up orderly formations and obey the orders of their commanders. They were just panicking. Can they interbreed with humans? Yes. And they do. Are there half-breeds to deal with? Yes. They are either raised as Dusky Men or murdered as infants by them. So, then, is it possible that they are actually human? Again, not really, if you take the testimony of the various characters who relate exposition about them as true (and it is true within the story, I would say), but I don't think that's intentional. Here is a small selection of the most relevant quotations about them:Read more... )

So to sum up: ROTM's Dusky Men are an all-male, all-warrior parasitical society. All its citizens are warriors who do no other labor, and they keep a proportionally massive enslaved population, whom they abuse egregiously. Their natural children by their captives usually resemble their fathers but not always, and are not infrequently born with severe cognitive disabilities; of the apparently healthy offspring, the male ones are raised as Dusky Men and the female ones murdered. They travel in groups, but they are not nomadic: they look for a comfortable place they can exploit and move in there to stay. Further groups of Dusky Men arrive over time, but this seems to be the result of having exhausted natural resources or grown too numerous for their previous residences, or from being driven out in war.

They very definitely aren't the historical Huns, because they don't fight on horseback, and don't even seem to move their people on horseback, and they don't arrive with herds of livestock. (Also we know the Huns didn't practice universal female infanticide.) (If Wikipedia is to be believed, Jordanes wrote about the Hunnic Altziagiri tribe's summer and winter pasturage in Crimea, so this lack of herding is a deliberate departure on Morris's part: he puts quite a lot into emphasizing the Dusky Men's refusal to do any labor at all, which is certainly his socialism showing. More on this later.) They also very definitely aren't a possible depiction of any other real civilization in history, because of Read more... ) But given that the Victorian English reader would not find these circumstances implausible, I think they are still compatible with intent to portray a race of people, not a race of orcs or monsters. Read more... )

When you consider that ROTM is a novel from the point of view of the Goths, it is easier to accept that some parts - like the accusations of ugliness - might represent racism on the part of the characters, and not necessarily the author. In other words, the Dusky Men might be intended as a portrayal of a plausible human society of total assholes, whose assholery is in their behavior - enslaving and oppressing other people so that they can be the idle rich, and also sadism and cruelty - and whose appearances are described in all the classic racist cliches from Said's Orientalism because that is, realistically, how medieval central European societies repeatedly described people from Asia. The descriptions are xenophobic and reflective of the worst traditions of Orientalist racism, but they are completely in character for his text, which is essentially a fictional medieval history - it poses as the kind of history composed on the basis of oral folklore, with many appeals to what the fictional oral tradition says, with levels of detail comparable to epic poetry. (Morris was a huge fan of epic poetry and translated a lot of the prose Edda, some of the poetic Edda, Beowulf, and various medieval French romances into English.) Roughly, this book seems to be answering the question, "What if there existed a bundle of orally-transmitted song and poetry about the length of the Iliad about this bit of the history of the Goths (that particular racist one from Jordanes up above, I mean) and the bits around it, and somebody had translated it into graceful and beautiful prose, what might that look like?"

This has accounted for sources and motivations behind a lot of choices here, but it hasn't really settled why his Dusky Men differ in the ways they do from what you might expect of the, you know, horrible enslaving Asian conquering horde in the middle ages. And the answer to all of those whys is probably ultimately "Morris's passionate socialist beliefs", although the connection between those beliefs and the outcome on the page is open to multiple interpretations.

The enslaving Dusky Men's monstrous refusal of labour - which isn't just about becoming social parasites, but is a choice which was inherently destructive of one's moral character and happiness, according to Morris's worldview - is clearly related to socialism. We can detect reflections of growing capitalism, the transatlantic slave trade, the oppression of the English working classes, etc. But it's harder to diagnose the universal female infanticide. Is this a choice driven by titillation, essentially - an attempt merely to make them more alien, more horrible? ...No. Spoiler: it's probably because for Morris, socialism includes and implies female equality.

Morris is not a perfect feminist, but his novels, his nonfiction, and his actions as a business owner and political activist were all strongly in support of what we would today call feminism. He believed that women were men's moral and intellectual equals, and his vision of a future socialist utopia is one of full gender equality. In his socialist fantasies women and men share equally in the joyful, physically and morally edifying physical labor of agriculture and figure equally as masters of all the arts and crafts; in his medieval pastiche novels women figure as heroes, warriors and decision-makers, though not always to the same degree. So. That's probably why. Maybe I'll have figured out a theory to explain the connection better by the time I've written the other essay I need to write about the women warriors and politicians in this book.
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Oh no, not my guy William Morris putting a New World ingredient in Europe 700 years too early!

...came out of the house clad in a green kirtle and a gown of brazil, with a golden-hilted sword girt to her side.

—The Roots of the Mountains (1889), William Morris


brazil (plural brazils)

Noun. (obsolete) A red-orange dye obtained from brazil wood. [14th–17th c.]

ETA: this might be wrong! Thanks to [personal profile] mildred_of_midgard, I now know the Wiktionary entry quoted above was incomplete 😠 and didn't inform me that brasilwood was a commonly used source of pigment/dye throughout Europe in the high middle ages and came from East Asia, frequently Ceylon (present-day Sri Lanka). (Brazil, the country, was named for the wood, because a close relative — the plant now known as Brazil wood — was plentiful there before being exploited almost entirely away.) The question remains whether this trade really did go so far back, but it's not so implausible after all. Morris was likely familiar with the dye's usage after 1000 CE and extrapolating backwards, as with the fiddle which was definitely incorrect, but it is possible that the wood was present in the book's setting (probably the 4th - 5th c. CE, somewhere in the a Carpathian region - see Wikipedia Hlöðskviða (also Hlǫðskviða and Hlǫðsqviða), known in English as The Battle of the Goths and Huns and occasionally known by its German name Hunnenschlachtlied for discussion of the possible historical context of the Old Norse heroic poem on the subject).
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Even though I was already super into the medieval pastiche novels of my pal William Morris, a big part of my motivation for finishing The House of the Wolfings and reading The Roots of the Mountains was learning that these books were a major, perhaps the primary traceable literary influence on LOTR. I was suddenly curious! My reading in a brief web search promised that The Roots of the Mountains influenced:

✒️ The Dunedain as a proud wandering people descended from a great and noble culture in a more heroic past, dedicated to protecting the less warlike civilizations around them (inspired by the Sons of the Wolf in ROTM)

✒️ A culture with warrior women (the article that said he probably borrowed this is hilarious, given that the only culture with warrior women in Tolkien is actually a culture where the woman has to crossdress and sneak away to war; The Sons of the Wolf actually have warrior women)

✒️ The armies of orcs are said to be inspired by the "Huns" in ROTM, which, as I've mentioned in the past, are actually an army of demonic? monsters? apparently in spite of the name. (I still haven't reached their part in ROTM yet, but if it turns out that JRRT borrowed the idea and all his changes made it LESS racist that will be funny.)

✒️ Apparently the cross-cultural romances in general and the Aragorn-Arwen-Eowyn triangle in particular have clear antecedents in ROTM. I've seen the beginning of this already, but I'm assured that the novel contains five couples and am intrigued to find out where the others are going.

So far I've only read about 10% of The Roots of the Mountains, but I've already noticed that its gender politics (and its other politics) are more progressive than LOTR's (ROTM was published in 1889, LOTR 1954-55; Morris was born in 1834, Tolkien in 1892). Truly, as one of the websites I read said (paraphrasing), a chunk of LOTR is a reactionary Catholic reimagining of Morris's radically socialist fantasy.

This reminds me of how Morris & Co was also notably less sexist in the Victorian era than the supposedly progressive idealists at the Bauhaus in the 1920s-30s.
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Reading Morris's fantasy novel with the nomadic descendants of the great House of the Wolf of the Goths, who patrol the borders of a settled agrarian civilization composed of other, distantly related, more modernized Germanic tribes, and was the inspiration for Tolkien's Dunedain.

The thing is that The House of the Wolfings, by pinning itself to the Goths repelling the Roman empire, is pretty definitely in the 1st century CE, and so The Roots of the Mountains, by narrowing itself to within a few hundred years after that,

CANNOT plausibly have a bowed string instrument.

(But they definitely do in the novel.)

Like sure, nobody has a document that says the Goths and other Germanic tribes definitely didn't have bowed string instruments, yet at the same time, the earliest evidence for a bowed string instrument anywhere in the world is in the 10th century. (I went and checked because it sounded so wrong as I was reading along. Like no that's definitely not the kind of instruments I thought these people had! And I'm probably right, which is odd, when it comes to this period and these cultures, because that was Morris's Special Interest.)

Can I just be off by five hundred years in my placing of this setting? No, because the whole central deal of this novel are Hun incursions, which were pretty much over before the year 500 CE. (True, the "Huns" in this novel are apparently supernatural monsters and not human people - I haven't met them yet, but the introduction explained this - but honestly, this defense is even weaker here than in the case of Tolkien. I mean, he literally calls them Huns! So it's definitely racist that they're horrible evil ugly dehumanized monster hordes, even if he then describes them as supernatural beings. I will not tackle this issue until I've read that part, however.)

I guess it's my dude William Morris who is uncharacteristically (given the context of his beloved special interest) mistaken. Had to happen sometime. Really, Who Cares? But I'm finding it distracting.
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When I first picked up one of the so-called "quest novels" of admired comrade William Morris (socialist, furniture and wallpaper designer, passionate medievalist fanperson), I was a little put off by the density and wordiness, as well as the ways they deviate from the modern novel. These are Victorian adventure novels inspired largely by medieval romance (eg Arthuriana), written in an artificially archaic style sprinkled with Middle English vocabulary (although I have since learned that a lot of it was actually from Scots, or rather was both, and he probably picked it up from Sir Walter Scott's Waverley novels, which were apparently his childhood favorites).

But after a while it was just this language - which I saw an academic in a Youtube lecture call "medieval eclectic" - that enchanted me the most about them. Read more... ) This is partly why I'm currently rereading all of them, after finishing the last one last year - I didn't have anything else to read that sounds like them. (But it's interesting reading them when I know more of the context, too.) In order of publication, then, this is where it stands: The Hollow Land (1856), A Tale of the House of the Wolfings, and All the Kindreds of the Mark Written in Prose and in Verse (1889) & its sequel The Roots of the Mountains (1889), The Story of the Glittering Plain (1891), The Wood Beyond the World (1894), Child Christopher and Goldilind the Fair (1895), The Well at the World's End (1896), The Water of the Wondrous Isles (1897), The Sundering Flood (1897).

So why are The House of the Wolfings and The Roots of the Mountains in italics? Well, that's because I have tried three times before to read The House of the Wolfings and I kept failing out of it because (1) it's about 30% rhyming poetry instead of prose, like a musical: the characters sometimes just break out into rhyming poems. (2) it's one of the least fantastic of his novels: it's about germanic tribes fighting the roman expansion from the tribes' point of view, and the fantastic elements are limited to the existence of magical dwarf-forged armor and seers with true visions of the future. (The Roots of the Mountains is a sequel, but generations later.) These are the only ones that aren't rereads, but I ran out of other ones, so I am determined this time. Also, I read Graham Seaman's 2003 introduction to The Roots of the Mountains:

If The House of the Wolfings was an admiring reconstruction of old Germanic clan-based society as a self-contained world, The Roots of the Mountains shows the ability of that society to revitalise others. The "others" in this case are another Germanic people; one settled in small towns and villages in the valleys at the foot of the mountains. They are a people in the process of losing their past[... ]; the heroic age is over for [them] [...]. Into this quiet, unromantic rural world come two outside forces: the descendants of the Sons of the Wolf themselves [...] who have migrated west to the mountains [...]; and the Huns, or 'Dusky Men'. Depleted in numbers (many have gone to fight as mercenaries for the Romans), evicted from their settlement by the Huns, the Sons of the Wolf still remember Thiodulf and their heroic past [...]. The Roots of the Mountains seems to be the story that inspired the subplot of the Dunedain, wanderers of fading heroic past defending the frontiers of the Shire against the Orcs, and the loves of Aragorn, Eowyn, Faramir, and Arwen in Tolkien's Lord of the Rings.


This sounds like it won't be mostly battles, hopefully, and it also sounds different from any of the other quest novels! But I have to finish the first one first.
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I continue rereading the mediæval-eclectic quest novels of my guy William Morris, founder of the Arts & Crafts movement, socialist, and arguably the greatest wallpaper designer in history (although Morris didn't really like wallpaper; he considered it a sad necessity because most people could not afford to cover their walls with tapestry, the perfect wallcovering. In Morris's ideal world, every object would be the lovingly decorated creation of an artisan who delighted in making it beautiful. When his friend designed a house for him shortly after his marriage, he invited all his pre-Raphaelite artist friends over and they had painting parties, hand painting the walls and furniture. But I digress).

This is Morris's last novel, published a year after his death. It's one of his most memorable plots, in my view. In the words of the introduction on Standard Ebooks, where you can download a nicely formatted edition:

[T]he novel follows Birdalone, a young girl who is stolen as a baby by a witch who takes her to serve in the woods of Evilshaw. After she encounters a wood fairy [who] helps her escape the witch's clutches, Birdalone embarks on a series of adventures across the titular Wondrous Isles. These isles are used by Morris both as parables for contemporary Britain and as vehicles for investigating his radical socialist beliefs. As Birdalone travels through the isles she slowly evolves into the embodiment of [Morris's progressive version of] the Victorian "[N]ew [W]oman," embracing hard physical labor, healthy exercise, higher education, socialist values, and financial freedom, while rejecting sexual exploitation, physical abuse of both women and children, and the restrictive sexual mores of the era. This makes her unique in the fantasy fiction of the era as one of the genre's first examples of a strong female hero.


A brief comment on that )

The Water of the Wondrous Isles is a deliberately allegorical story; the heroine's very name, Birdalone, is a term for the last surviving child in a family as well as an expression meaning simply "all alone" (and apparently has never been a name). The characters include two nameless witches as well as three color-coded pairs of knights and maidens: Aurea (golden, fem., Italian), Viridis (green, neut., Latin), and Atra (dark or black, fem., Italian), and their suitors the Golden Knight, the Green Knight, and the Black Squire (so-called, but actually a knight), though the suitors, unlike the ladies, also have ordinary given names. On the other hand, Birdalone meets such ordinary people as Laurence, Gerard, Roger, Jacobus, and Audrey, in presumably less symbolic portions of the story.

Also, I love the weird little departures from what might be considered good storytelling and how they reveal the author's character. Five years are elided in the middle, and not even at the beginning or end of a chapter: in the midst of one it's suddenly like 'and five years went by like that, but then...'. It's also very funny that several scenes and a bunch of details are devoted to making sure we know that Birdalone is learning calligraphy and illumination from a priest, and then when she sets out to earn her fortune she's like 'I have two crafts that I could earn my living in, calligraphy and embroidery!' and then the calligraphy (or indeed, books at all) are never mentioned again. Morris just wanted us to know that he also stans calligraphy because it's very cool and obviously the coolest heroine has to be amazing at it, but he didn't have time to fit it into the plot anymore.

Anyway, here's my detailed summary: The Water of the Wondrous Isles (1897) )


Here are a few of my favorite quotes from this book:

  • so she arose and thrust her grief back into her heart,

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Some very medieval eclectic Morrissine turns of phrase:

  • A few shepherds they fell in with, who were short of speech, after the manner of such men, but deemed a greeting not wholly thrown away on such goodly folk as those wayfarers.


  • So they ate their meat in the wilderness, and were nowise ungleeful, for to those twain the world seemed fair, and they hoped for great things.


  • So they went thence, and found the master-church, and deemed it not much fairer than it was great; and it was nowise great, albeit it was strange and uncouth of fashion.


  • However, all men were armed, and they had many bows, and some of the chapmen's knaves were fell archers.


  • [...] where was much recourse of merchants from many lands, and a noble market.


  • When they came up to the wall they saw that it was well builded of good ashlar, and so high that they might not see the roofs of the town because of it;


  • “I shall lead thee whereas we shall be somewhat out of the way of murder-carles.”


And now, on another note... here are some pieces of National Romantic myth-making working to build a peculiarly English (pre-Norman) history encompassing a society that for Morris, because of his passionate socialist beliefs, must also be inherently virtuous, comparatively equitable, and comparatively Utopian (in contrast to the evils of his time). (I conjecture that this is why the more popular targets of National Romantic myth-making in Britain, such as the Matter of Britain and Celtic folklores, are not the main meat of Morris's medieval eclectic quest novels.)

These passages show the knowledgable godfather of our young hero, Ralph, delivering some big packages of worldbuilding in infodump form and describing the less free and equal, more evil foreign lands which the quest leads them through (and which Ralph ultimately helps to free from tyranny). The passages are particularly revealing because the phrasing makes very clear, by contrast, just what are the social system and values of Ralph's homeland (the mythical pre-Norman Anglo-Saxon Britain of Utopian agrarian equality, although again, this fictional world doesn't share our geography). These shockingly (to Ralph) tyrannical foreign lands are uhhhhh not described as Eastern or Oriental in the book, and I think he is maybe trying not to make them thus - and given the time he was writing, he was probably thinking very much of colonialism and the evils of his present day in contrast to his utopian agrarian past, and not JUST of foreign people... but they are very much recognizable nonetheless as Orientalist in the context of his pseudo-medieval history. Anyway, here are three significant passages delivered by Clement as the quest progresses towards the mountains and the Well at the World's End and describing the increasingly tyrannical governments of the city-states they are passing through:

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After I read Ivanhoe, I decided to read more of the works of Walter Scott because I read that he was a childhood favorite of William Morris and likely influence on his writing.

First of all, he definitely was. A lot of the archaic-seeming terms that Morris sprinkles throughout his quest novels were still in use in the 18th century in Scotland and are found abundantly in Scott's novels chronicling the recent past: the time of his life, his parents', and his grandparents'.

Ivanhoe was really hard to get into because of Scott's efforts at historical accuracy and the slow commencement of plot (a bit like Tolkien in that respect, except the language is much denser), but also because its primary themes are about racism Read more... ) Be that as it may, however, I found that the novel picked up a lot in the middle after its slow beginning; there were lots of fun and unputdownable parts. I like Scott's use of language and his sense of humor very much, and I found the parts about Robin Hood and his men extremely delightful.

So next I read Waverley, his first novel, which is about the Bonny Prince Charlie revolt, the one with Culloden. From the start I found it much more readable. It's explicitly set sixty years before its publication date, and the language and subject matter is more familiar to me (Scott was a contemporary of Austen, possibly the most comfortable narrative voice for me). In terms of the plot, Waverley, too, begins a little slowly, and it took me some months to read because of this, but it, too, picks up as it nears the halfway point, and develops a lively adventure plot and a strong thread of humor. Read more... )

The third book I read was The Antiquary, which was Scott's third published novel in 1816, and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. It is by far my favorite that I've read so far. By way of blurb, here's the beginning of the article on Wikipedia (emphasis mine):

The Antiquary (1816), the third of the Waverley novels by Walter Scott, centres on the character of an antiquary: an amateur historian, archaeologist and collector of items of dubious antiquity. He is the eponymous character and for all practical purposes the hero, though the characters of Lovel and Isabella Wardour provide the conventional love interest. The Antiquary was Scott's own favourite of his novels, and is one of his most critically well-regarded works; H. J. C. Grierson, for example, wrote that "Not many, apart from Shakespeare, could write scenes in which truth and poetry, realism and romance, are more wonderfully presented."

Scott wrote in an advertisement to the novel that his purpose in writing it, similar to that of his novels Waverley and Guy Mannering, was to document Scottish life of a certain period, in this case the last decade of the 18th century. The action can be located in July and August 1794. It is, in short, a novel of manners, and its theme is the influence of the past on the present. In tone it is predominantly comic, though the humour is offset with episodes of melodrama and pathos. (Wikipedia)


In terms of the plot and humor and vibes, The Antiquary reminds me strongly of some of Georgette Heyer's humorous adventure novels, like The Talisman. It is full of rural Scottish scene-setting, however, vivid portraits and examples of Scottish English dialect from all classes - deliberate, but carefully edited to be readable to an English audience, I am informed by the introductions. Someone might dislike these, but I enjoy them. The romance does not have such a central part in Scott's novels, though, compared with Heyer, although it does seem that he felt he couldn't write a novel without including one.

The vivid, fully-rounded, rather satirical character portraits are beyond Heyer, though, and a bit more similar to Austen perhaps (although Scott's writing isn't really like Austen's). The comedy of manners is delightful. The Antiquary himself, according to the introduction, was apparently based on a friend of Scott's father, and enabled someone who knew his family as a child to guess who had written the book (which was published anonymously, a practice Scott eventually stopped). But I recognized in him one of the more delightfully humorous characters from Waverley as well (Baron Bradwardine), although I gather it isn't the style of dialogue which these two characters have in common that gave Scott's identity away, but the details of the Antiquary's household and interests and so on. (These are also great.)

It's sad to think, after finishing something I enjoyed this much, that it is perhaps the one of his works I was most likely to enjoy, going by these descriptions. But I will continue to read more of them, at least for a while. I skipped Guy Mannering because it reportedly has a plot device quite similar to one in The Antiquary, and am about to read The Monastery.
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I wrote a long and minutely detailed summary of the last Morris novel I read, The Well at the World's End, a couple of days ago here.

In a more brief and analytical tone, one might say that this story diverges from folktales about the quests of multiple brothers and incorporates a successful quest to the fountain of youth (not that I can think of any folktales specifically about this right now. If only I had an academic library login to check Arne Thompson...).

In the same way that I described the prior Morris I finished rereading, The Wood Beyond the World, as preoccupied with the virtue and virginity of women, The Well at the World's End is preoccupied with two main clusters of things:

1. Freedom, Justice, the Nature of Society and Humanity, etc.
  • slavery (and adjacent classes ie thralldom, serfdom, and highly unequal societies)

  • good/just and bad/unjust rulers, with the former being shown explictly to consist in those who actively work to increase the equality and quality of life and freedom not just of their own subjects, but of the entire world

  • the necessity and value therefore of war and combat, but the hollowness and ultimate evil of war for the sake of wealth or glory

  • the importance of mercy and forgiveness, with the counter-case being shown in the backstory of the villainous warriors of the Burg of the Four Friths who are said to have been peaceful agrarians who were attacked and plundered by a neighboring tribe in the distant past, in response to which they walled their town and changed their whole culture to be based on merciless battle, emphasizing nothing more highly than the trainig and arming of their male populace, who conduct regular raids in revenge on the neighboring culture who supposedly attacked them once in antiquity but unwisely left able-bodied men alive - and as a result of which they invariably plunder absolutely all wealth, livestock and crops, kill all males and enslave all females. Their supposed self-defence turns out to be a lie when they are overthrown and cast out of their city by their victims, and turn themselves into an armed band roving around looking for nearby innocent settlements to steal.


2. Having Two Romantic Interests.
  • The younger son starts out by meeting and being attracted to a beautiful peasant girl, but then meets and instantly falls in love with an immortal woman who has been worshiped as a goddess and rules a nearby city as warrior queen, and who is actually a wonderful person, but unfortunately is cursed so that every man who sees her will fall in love with her, possibly as a result of being partly fae. She falls in love with him too and briefly teaches him the ways of love, but during their honeymoon together tells him about the peasant girl and informs him that he is destined to be with said peasant girl and they are perfect for each other. Then she dies tragically and he sets off to rescue the peasant girl, and then to find the fountain of youth with her, and the second two thirds of the book or so are dedicated to their love. The peasant girl rescues herself, by the way, and later more than once rescues the hero. She travels a time armed and armored in a knight's gear and follows the hero into battle in this way more than once. (Morris's feminism is not really modern but he does way better at women being people and doing male tasks than JRRT writing two generations later.)


This isn't the only Morris novel to deal sensitively and empathetically with love triangles (consecutive or contemporaneous), infidelity, or second partners. These views are distinctly non-normative for the Victorian era, although nothing groundbreaking now. Interesting in light of biographical details.
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I continue slowly rereading my way through William Morris's ~mediæval romances, which I have read all of once before (of which more in this post).

The next one I finished was his fifth prose-only romance, 1896's The Well at the World's End )

I accidentally waited a few months after I finished reading to make this post, meaning I had go to back and page through it to get all the events in the right order, and of course when I started doing that I spent like six hours making this post because summarizing and leaving out details is hard. Ugh. Oh well, I'm sure sometime in the future I will be glad I have this summary to refer back to.
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YouTube showed me a video called Bauhaus Women about the female artists and designers associated with the Bauhaus school and movement in 1930s Germany.

I shouldn't have been as surprised as I was to learn that basically every famous male name associated with it was kinda a piece of shit. If this documentary is correct (I'm thinking I'll have to buy at least one book about this now) then:

Paul Klee and Wasily Kandinsky both believed that women couldn't do fine art, only crafts, because they don't have the "creative genius" required, and they didn't want to teach them art. (Possibly their fragility was encouraged by the success of female art students in the first year, including Jewish polymath Friedl Dicker, who was later killed at Auschwitz.) (Yeah, it was the 30s, other artists thought this, but not even all the followers of the official Academy styles thought that anymore at this point. So it's even more embarrassing.)

Walter Gropius (founder, boss, ground-breaking architect) initially had very utopian ideals and threw open student recruitment emphasizing gender equality, but after they got more female than male students to begin with, he got SGA/Supernatural syndrome, or at least worried that his and the school's funding and reputation would suffer if they were seen as too female, and made new rules limiting female students to the study of weaving only and announcing that female brains couldn't think in 3D and were not suited for architecture and design. This didn't stop him from making exceptions for female designers whose work was bringing money and media attention to the school.

The lone female professor (of weaving), Gunta Stölzl, was only hired after agitation and campaigning by the students, even though she was running the weaving workshop and for years had been responsible for it bringing in more money than any other department. She still was never given benefits or a permanent contract.

Many of the most commercially successful designers were women (Marianne Brandt, Alma Siedhoff-Buscher) and were pushed out once they married or had children.

All the most famous photographs of the school and in the contemporary catalogs were taken by Lucia Moholy, wife of professor László Moholy-Nagy, for free apparently, and when she had to flee the country due to being Jewish many of her negatives were left behind. She then spent decades battling Gropius for her copyright.

Now, these stories are, after all, not that shocking for the 1930s and university settings. But the Bauhaus was set apart, from its conception and all its self-advertisement as a representative of the progressive wave of modernity, besides explicitly recruiting women with promises that were later walked back. It was full of free love, just not freedom to study architecture and metalwork (Marianne Brandt was given an exemption to do that).

I was struck when watching this by the comparison with William Morris's Arts and Crafts movement. As discussed in this post, there were many ideological similarities between the Arts and Crafts movement and the Bauhaus movement, and historical ones too, ie that the designers' ideas about the democratization of art and design, designing beautiful and functional objects for the homes of ordinary people, were ironically lost very quickly, with fashion and manufacturing costs leading them to end up making trendy fashionable overpriced objects for the bourgeois instead, even though in the case of Bauhaus the other big element of the ideology is industrial design. This happened even though they were mass-produced!

William Morris's daughter May was a major designer for Morris & Co in the Victorian/Edwardian era, and she was not the only prolific woman designer employed there before the foundation of the Bauhaus. I have not read much on the history of the company, but at first glance it looks like female artist representation is at least slightly better in the Arts & Crafts movement than in the Bauhaus, and that's. Well.

I do not yet have time to replace all my Klee and Kandinsky etc icons with icons of the work of female avant garde artists, but I am feeling the impulse.
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I love William Morris's patterns so I'm happy that Morris wallpapers have increased in popularity in recent years and I'm spotting them everywhere. A local shop even carries them here in Pargas, a town of less than 20,000 people.

But on the other hand they are kind of a problem in historical 19th century production design, because it was a period when nearly everything was wallpapered (except for wooden panelling), and not all the wallpaper looked quite like Morris & Co, importantly because even then it was unusually pricey, and yet it is disastrously overrepresented in set design representing interiors of the period on film, even interiors representing this period in other countries, where the likelihood of Morris & Co wallpaper appearing at the time were probably quite low.

It's like if historical films set in the 1900s costumed 75% of the characters in recognizable iconic couture pieces. (In filmmakers' defense, filming on location increases the likelihood that the historic building you've chosen comes with Morris & Co preinstalled, and in that case there's not really anything they could have done.)

Wax and I put a great deal of research into renovating our house, which is a wooden house built in 1950. It had to be completely replumbed and rewired before we could move in and the walls of all the rooms had to consequently be resurfaced, and in the course of a million hours of research I bookmarked several domestic/regional stores specializing in renovation materials for historical houses: Rakennusapteekki, Domus Classica, Sekelskifte, and a bunch of wallpaper shops that carry paper wallpapers. And in all of these Morris wallpapers are front and center - usually they are one of only two or three brands carried by the shop, although in point of fact there are a large number of manufacturers that make a few paper wallpapers alongside their normal ("non woven" and vinyl) selections (Seinäruusu has a large selection). (William Morris's designs are my favorite wallpapers EVER, but they are minimum forty years too old for our house, and in completely the wrong style - our house is a minimalist, strongly functionalist-influenced, humble traditional cottage. So I would never have considered them anyway, but they are also at least twice as expensive as the most expensive wallpaper we bought.)
cimorene: An art nouveau floral wallpaper in  greens and blues (wild)
I should probably already have a William Morris tag, since I am such a passionate fan of both his art (textiles and wallpapers, as well as beautiful engravings and illustrations) and his writing, but I don't.

I've posted quotes from his "medieval romances" and talked about them here before. They're an interesting step on the way to the evolution of the fantasy genre, written before the other early high fantasy works like Lord Dunsany's The King of Elfland's Daughter, Hope Mirlees's Lud-in-the-Mist, and the works of Tolkien and Lewis.

The Victorian era saw a huge swell of interest in the middle ages: there's the landmark cultural impact of Scott's Ivanhoe in 1819, the neogothic fashions in architecture and design, and the huge interest in fairytale books for children associated with the Golden Age of Illustration. William Morris himself was closely associated with the pre-Raphaelites (his wife Jane is one of the best-known faces of the period thanks to being one of Rossetti's favorite models). The idealized fantasy of the Age of Chivalry portrayed in the paintings of the pre-Raphaelites and alluded to in the beautiful images created by William Morris as a designer is probably the perfect visual accompaniment to his novels modeled on medieval romances.

Morris's adventure stories contain plenty of magic and in modern terms don't fall outside the high fantasy genre, but they make a lot more sense if you read them understanding the context that the genre didn't really exist yet. A lot of their raw material comes from the world of medieval romances like the Arthurian stories, Breton lays, and epic poetry of Scandinavia, but their narrative style is more similar to Ivanhoe than to any of these. Morris's language is lyrical and carefully, beautifully constructed, with an almost Tolkienesque approach to lending it a historical glow. I'd say Morris uses just about as much Middle and Old English as Tolkien uses his invented languages.

And I have a lot more I'd like to say about them! I've read as much as I could find that other people have written about them, but there's distressingly little discussion; I find it baffling because of how much I like them, and it's hard to believe there are so few other people who find it equally fascinating. I keep thinking I have surely just not quite found it yet.

I have read all his novels before, and I recently decided to start rereading all of them, and to write a little bit about each of them for my own future reference, if nothing else.

1891's The Story of the Glittering Plain )

1856's The Hollow Land )

1894's The Wood Beyond the World )

ETA: Obviously a lot to unpack here, but I will talk more about it in future posts. I wanted to get this down before I forgot too much to summarize TWBTW and The Hollow Land.
cimorene: Cut paper art of a branch of coral in front of a black circle on blue (coral)
I'm attempting to read Ivanhoe again, now that I know it's not only a deathless classic and perhaps the single most influential event in the latter character of the Victorian Gothic revival and hence the western literary Age of Chivalry genre, as well as a milestone piece of (though not uncomplicated) pro-Jewish gentile literature, but also the most famous of Sir Walter Scott's Waverley novels and a childhood favorite of and huge influence on William Morris.

The going is a little slow, but it's not particularly dry. It's much more like the language of William Morris's faux-medieval romances than the more plain modern translations from old French (of actual medieval romances) that I have been suffering through. What I'm finding hard to read is the societal antisemitism which, of course, is the whole point: to show how unjust it is, from a sympathetic angle. And it's hardly inaccurate! It's just very not fun. I find it much easier to consume that kind of information - unpleasant history I mean - as nonfiction.

Speaking of Jewishness, I'm not having a seder this year, but I found a recipe for haroset cake that we want to try, and one for haroset-stuffed chicken.

Then my wife said, "Didn't you also have a really delicious bread recipe? It's fancy - braided?"

I said, "Challah isn't associated with Passover. My mom used to make it at Hanukka, but I think in fact this is the only time of year you CAN'T eat it."

Possibly it's been a little too long since she heard the Passover story, lol.

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