April 17th, 2010
Jerusalem or Bust – The First Crusade by Thomas Asbridge
Sorry it’s been a while since I updated – lots has been going on here – started a new job, and getting used to paid employment after decadent writerly torpidity has taken some getting used to. I did, however, manage to get a bit of Sleepwalker done, and am now writing another new scene to replace the rather three vague and sprawling ones that I’m sacrificing to Precis, the God of Word Count.
One thing that happened was that I finished reading The First Crusade by Thomas Asbridge which Simon and Schuster very kindly sent on (Rosanne’s copy hardback of The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber, which I’m loving, was simply too precious and huge to cart about on the train). It also had to take precedence over Marcus Chown’s The Afterglow of Creation, because I need the Crusades research stuff this instant – so the Chown will be up next.
Reading The First Crusade is a bit like watching a horror movie – starving Crusaders eat the rotting bodies of their enemies at Marrat al-Nu’man, scheme in Macchiavellian fashion against one another, experience fantastical visions and find +5 Holy Lances buried under church floors, shoot their enemies’ heads into cities by catapult, die of injuries sustained enduring trial by fire. Entire ships of new recruits appear – 1500 Danes, for instance – and within days they have died of plague, to a man. It’s all a lot like the movie version of The Lord of the Rings, except it’s much, much harder to tell the good guys from the orcs.
The book begins with an analysis of why over 100,000 people would, over two years, suddenly drop everything and go haring off across the world to storm a city they had never seen – and even more miraculously, keep at it in spite of disease, starvation, and constant peril of death or enslavement. Lots of work has previously suggested that Crusading fever was little more than a cynical attempt by younger sons and disenfranchised knights to engage in looting and land-grabbing. And of course this is true in part. But Asbridge argues that it is also true that as many entrenched and secure nobles and heads of families also took up the cross.
As to why, he makes a convincing case that “an authentically spiritual age” with its Christian message of pacifism, ascetism, and self-sacrifice was absolutely at odds with the vicious and violent realpolitik of medieval Europe. To survive and thrive, the knightly class could only engage in behaviour calculated to lead to damnation. The extremely controlling behaviour over sex, religious observances, and every single facet of life meant that this fear of Hell was something shared by the whole population, from the kings downwards. By synthesising warfare and religion into the concept of Holy War, the Church offered the spiritually haunted population a means of reconciling the opposing poles of their existence.
Not even the Pope could have foreseen how explosive this formulation would prove to be to people living in the constant shadow of damnation and under threat of an imminent apocalypse. Certainly the Greeks and Muslims didn’t, and a sense of their shock and horror comes vividly alive.
If I had a criticism, it would be that I would have liked to have seen more material from the Muslim side and their strategic decisions – sources something beyond “HOLY CRAP THESE PEOPLE ARE NUTS!” as translated from medieval Arabic. Judging from the extract of his latest which I read late last year, he’s way ahead of me on this score, so looking forward to starting on that soon.
Currently Reading: The Afterglow of Creation by Marcus Chown, The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman and The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber (I know, I know…)




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