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A blog by Elena Maria Vidal.
"She was not a guilty woman, neither was she a saint; she was an upright, charming woman, a little frivolous, somewhat impulsive, but always pure; she was a queen, at times ardent in her fancies for her favourites and thoughtless in her policy, but proud and full of energy; a thorough woman in her winsome ways and tenderness of heart, until she became a martyr."
"We have followed the history of Marie Antoinette with the greatest diligence and scrupulosity. We have lived in those times. We have talked with some of her friends and some of her enemies; we have read, certainly not all, but hundreds of the libels written against her; and we have, in short, examined her life with– if we may be allowed to say so of ourselves– something of the accuracy of contemporaries, the diligence of inquirers, and the impartiality of historians, all combined; and we feel it our duty to declare, in as a solemn a manner as literature admits of, our well-matured opinion that every reproach against the morals of the queen was a gross calumny– that she was, as we have said, one of the purest of human beings."
"It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely there never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she had just begun to move in, glittering like a morning star full of life and splendor and joy. Oh, what a revolution....Little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her, in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers! I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards, to avenge even a look which threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded...."
~Edmund Burke, October 1790
A Note on Reviews
Unless otherwise noted, any books I review on this blog I have either purchased or borrowed from the library, and I do not receive any compensation (monetary or in-kind) for the reviews.
That’s not the reality today. Liberal journalists can’t write anything that contradicts the official orthodoxy. Conservatives are better, but they don’t cover the arts and culture the way Hitchens did. The essays in A Hitch in Time examine war and politics but also books and culture. Hitchens even reported from the 1995 Oscars. (He couldn’t stand Forrest Gump and was right.)
If you want to write as freely and as widely as Hitchens, you need to freelance for about five different outlets. Even then, there is always the lurking fear of getting canceled.
A couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine and a fellow journalist noted on Facebook that I have a new book out. He plugged it this way: “Let’s face it, Mark Judge is a guy who’s going to say what he’s going to say, and then he’s going to say it.” Well, of course. What else is the point of living in a free country? To hide your unpopular conclusions about important subjects?
Despite the internet, journalism is more restricted and intimidated than when Hitchens was alive. Do you ever open a newspaper or your laptop computer not knowing what Joy Reid, Rachel Maddow, or Jonathan Capehart are going to say? Of course not. (Read more.)
For Dr. Le Roy Ladurie, who died Nov. 22 in Paris at 94, the withering persecution of Cathars became a landmark study in ways to reexamine history from the streets and alleys and taverns. His 1975 book “Montaillou: Village occitan de 1294 à 1324” (published in English in 1978 as “Montaillou: The Promised Land of Error”) helped establish Dr. Le Roy Ladurie as a leader in an academic discipline known as the Annales movement, which seeks the widest possible views in historical analysis and often rejects traditional historical framing that focused on rulers and military leaders.
“The Sherlock Holmes of the scholarly world,” wrote anthropologist Laurence Wylie in a 1987 Washington Post Book World essay and review on Dr. Le Roy Ladurie’s work. In more than 25 books, Dr. Le Roy Ladurie teased out stories and narratives from details found anywhere he could shake them loose: court transcripts, diaries, funeral records, weather data and mercantile ledgers. Dr. Le Roy Ladurie called it the “mental universe” of daily life. There, he said, were tales that offered a deeper and more nuanced appreciation to the past. (Read more.)
Recently on Facebook some of the works of Caravaggio disturbed the sensitivities of several devout ladies. Such controversy would not have been new to Caravaggio; he was frequently in trouble. From The Catholic Thing:
The Borghese’s Caravaggio collection is remarkable. One painting, known as The Sick Bacchus, is thought to be an early self-portrait. It pairs with Boy with a Basket of Fruit
– both painted when the artist was in his early- to mid-twenties. The
collection then jumps ahead to 1605-06, a period in the last years of
his young life when he was at the peak of his powers and fame. Madonna and Child with St. Anne (or Madonna Dei Palafrenieri, after the group that commissioned the work) is more colloquially known as Madonna and the Snake.
Our Lady, her mother, and the child Jesus
look down at Eden’s snake. In other artists’ depictions, it is crushed
solely by Mary, as in Genesis 3:15 (in Jerome’s Vulgate): “I will put
enmity between thee and the woman, and thy seed, and her seed, and she
shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt be ensnared by her heel.”
Caravaggio being Caravaggio, depicts the Virgin and Jesus crushing the snake, the boy’s foot upon hers.
The papal grooms (the Palafrenieri) rejected the painting, and Cardinal Borghese scooped it up. The Borghese also has Caravaggio’s Saint Jerome Writing. “This
was probably the first of the painter’s works to come into the
possession of Scipione Borghese,” the Gallery tells us, because the
cardinal had helped Caravaggio with “legal problems,” which were many. (Read more.)
First of all, we're happy to report that the more draconian
dining/entertaining rules for children have loosened considerably over
the years. Back in the day, children were to be "seen and not heard"
when company came over. Or at the very least "speak only when spoken
to." When Mama entertained the preacher, the young'uns didn't eat till
the good reverend had finished, and he always got the "pulley-bone."
Nowadays, there's plenty of Publix fried chicken for everybody. Still, some dining restrictions apply . . . and Mama has other rules, as well.
[...]
When friends come over, children should let their guests choose the games and the snacks. It teaches consideration and courtesy.
Speaking of refreshments, we always offer some, even if they're
simple. And we always take some (or at least offer to) whenever we
attend a gathering, be it a barbecue or a funeral.
Always send a thank-you note (not a text) for a gift.
The Bernsteins’ secret agreement forms the spine of Maestro, a new biographical drama fictionalizing the couple’s 27-year marriage. The film is co-written and directed by Bradley Cooper, who also stars as Bernstein; Carey Mulligan portrays Felicia. Maestro arrives in select theaters November 22 and starts streaming on Netflix on December 20. The film touches on Bernstein’s family, his biggest career highlights and his Jewish roots (a mentor once suggested
he change his name to “Burns,” as he would “never see the name ‘Leonard
Bernstein’ on the marquee outside Carnegie Hall”), but its chief
concern is the musician’s marriage.
“I had always been interested in how Felicia anchored Lenny,” said Josh Singer, co-writer of the film, during a recent panel discussion. “But it was Bradley who said, no—the marriage is the story.”
Singer drew on a trove of source material that was released in 2010, when the composer’s estate donated 1,800 letters to the sprawling Leonard Bernstein Collection
at the Library of Congress. Much of what is known about Bernstein’s
personal struggles—including the pivotal letter laying out the deal with
his wife—comes from these letters, which his family had sealed upon his death in 1990.
Bernstein and Felicia met at a party in 1946. The couple’s early
letters hint at a rocky start, built on an undercurrent of uncertainty
and a series of whiplash-inducing reversals. (Read more.)
The princess wept and lamented aloud; her tears moistened the elder
stump, which was really not an elder stump but the Marsh King himself,
he who in marshy ground lives and rules. I saw myself how the stump
of the tree turned round, and was a tree no more, while long, clammy
branches like arms, were extended from it. Then the poor child was
terribly frightened, and started up to run away. She hastened to cross
the green, slimy ground; but it will not bear any weight, much less
hers. She quickly sank, and the elder stump dived immediately after her;
in fact, it was he who drew her down. Great black bubbles rose up out
of the moor-slime, and with these every trace of the two vanished. (Read entire story.)
Thus, through the centuries, the Church has traditionally reserved
this liturgical orans posture for the priest alone in the rubrics of the
Roman Missal for offering Holy Mass. The word, rubrics, means the
rules or laws in the Missal that refer to the instructions in red that
regulate the recitation of the prayer formulae in black. In this sense,
they guide or instruct the priest to recite the prayers in the Rite of
Holy Mass, using the assigned postures that he alone may use, as
intended by the Church. For this reason, the priest does the red and
says the black in offering Mass according to the rubrics. These rubrics
proceed from the highest authority in the Church, from the sovereign
pontiff himself, for maintaining good or proper order in the Liturgy of
Holy Mass. As indicated by the rubrics, this means that the priest
alone may use the orans posture in reciting the prayers in the Eucharist
as he intercedes to God on behalf of the people. As such, he alone may
extend his hands in Holy Mass by raising them to God in prayer. In
fact, he is instructed, by the rubrics, to use this posture about
fourteen times from the Introductory Rites of the Mass to the Concluding
Rites. This would include the prayer he says after the Universal
Prayer. Accordingly, the rubrics assign the orans posture to the priest
alone because he alone acts in the person of Christ, the Head, in
offering Holy Mass as mediator to God on behalf of the Body of Christ,
the Church.
Conversely, there is not a single rubric in the Roman Missal
that instructs the deacon or the laity to use the orans posture in the
Liturgy of Holy Mass. On the contrary, none of the rubrics there
instruct the laity or deacon to extend their hands in prayer to God by
raising them during Mass. Nevertheless, people claim that because the
rubrics are silent on this question, this would suggest an implicit
permission or tolerance, by the Church, for the laity and deacon to use
the orans posture. However, arguing for the use of the orans by lay
people and the deacon on the basis of such rubrical silence is contrary
to the Liturgical Tradition of the Church, and harmful to the uniformity
of the Liturgy of Holy Mass. Indeed, using this argument from silence
has already introduced other harmful practices into Holy Mass that the
rubrics are silent about, such as holding hands during the Our Father.
Furthermore, in addressing the assigned postures of the priest, the deacon and the laity in Holy Mass, the Church’s General Instruction of the Roman Missal
says that they are all required to be faithful to the received
liturgical Tradition as determined by the General Instruction and by the
Traditional practice of the Roman Rite. In doing so, they act, not
according to their private inclination or subjective choice, but in the
service of the common spiritual good of the people of God (GIRM 42). For
this reason, the Church calls the priest, deacon and the laity to
follow the instructions in the rubrics of the Missal that they may be
uniform in the postures assigned to them during Holy Mass (GIRM 43).
Consequently, in Sacrosanctum Concilium, the Council
Fathers of Vatican II teach that no person, not even a priest, nor a
layperson, may add, remove, or change the objective norms of the Liturgy
on his authority. This prohibition would certainly apply to the
layperson who uses a posture in Mass not assigned to him in the rubrics
of the Rite, particularly the orans posture. In doing so, he would be
acting contrary to the received Liturgical Tradition (SC 22.3). On this
basis, here the Council Fathers remind the priest, deacon and laity that
they are called to do nothing else, but only those actions or postures
in Holy Mass assigned to them by the nature of the Roman Rite and the
principles of Liturgy (SC 28). (Read more.)
How Henry VIII rid himself of those with the old royal blood. From Nancy Bilyeau at The Anne Boleyn Files:
Of the remaining Yorkists, the two orphaned children of the Duke of
Clarence, Edward IV’s brother, were in the most vulnerable position. The
young Earl of Warwick was confined in the Tower of London beginning at
age 10 and finally executed at age 24. His sister Margaret was married
to Sir Richard Pole, a minor courtier far below her in rank who the
Tudors were sure was loyal. Neutralized, she had a family with her
husband–three sons and a daughter–and was given positions of importance
at the court. Margaret became particular friends with Henry’s queen,
Catherine of Aragon. The royal couple valued Margaret Pole enough to
make her Countess of Salisbury, to ask her to be godmother to their
heir, Princess Mary, and to put Margaret at the head of Mary’s household
when she lived in Wales. Margaret was very pious, which Henry VIII
often praised.
The
most important figure in the Exeter Conspiracy was Henry Courtenay.
When Henry VIII was still a child, his parents brought this young cousin
into the orbit of the royal family so that the Tudor prince would have a
playmate. (Young Courtenay’s mother was Elizabeth of York’s sister.)
Margaret
Pole’s sons never seem to have been as close to Henry VIII as Courtenay
but were close enough to the center of court to make informed
observations of the royal family. Later, the oldest son, Henry Pole,
Lord Montague, said that Henry VII did not like his son. Another Pole,
Reginald, was a brilliant scholar, and Henry VIII generously paid for
his studies when he went to Padua to launch a church career.
The
fate of Henry Stafford, third Duke of Buckingham, can be seen as
something of a dress rehearsal for the Exeter Conspiracy. When Henry
VIII was a teenaged prince, foreign ambassadors who got an eyeful of the
adult Buckingham wrote that he could make a more impressive king. He
was a major landholder who directly descended from Edward III. He was
also arrogant and short-tempered and did not make much of an effort to
ingratiate himself with Henry VIII. In fact, he was outraged when either
Henry VIII or his favorite William Compton seduced Buckingham’s married
sister and the duke insisted she be sent to a nunnery.
This had
become a tense dynamic by 1521. Henry and Catherine of Aragon did not
have a male heir after 12 years of marriage and dukes with royal blood
had been known to cause problems before in this kind of situation. (Read more.)
When the New York Evening Star carelessly prints a false
story about society dame Connie Allenbury (Myrna Loy) that results in a
$5 million libel suit, editor Warren Haggerty (Spencer Tracy) decides to
resolve the situation by hiring the sneakiest, smoothest operator he
knows: ex-Evening Star reporter Bill Chandler (William Powell).
The men don’t share a good history, but if anyone can come up with a
scheme to fix this mess, it’s Chandler. Walking through the lobby of the
Plaza Hotel, he is a dashing, elegantly mustached figure, his body
language confident and relaxed despite receiving an overdue bill from
the hotel management. When he meets Haggerty, he continually tries to
brush him off, even saying “Warren” with an exaggeration that implies
mocking reverence, all the while shooting off quick glances to make sure
the newspaperman is taking his bait. Within no time, Haggerty agrees to
Chandler’s expensive terms and they begin to conspire how to trap
Connie in a real scandal.
Bill Chandler’s first scene in the screwball masterwork Libeled Lady
(1936) is a perfect introduction to the man who portrayed him.
Impeccably poised with a polished urbanity that belied his goofball
sensibility, William Powell is one of classic Hollywood’s greatest and
most tragically forgotten stars. Despite his peerless work as sleuth Nick Charles in the Thin Man
films and his highly-publicized relationships with not one but two
Golden Age icons — Carole Lombard and Jean Harlow — Powell isn’t often
discussed alongside such luminaries as Humphrey Bogart, Clark Gable,
Henry Fonda, and Cary Grant. However, like Grant, he had the heart of a
clown, the suit of a gentleman, and the colossal talent of a legend.
A Powell character may look respectable, but they operate as if it
were a disguise, a ruse to expose the ridiculousness of our institutions
and the people who enforce them. His marionette-like physicality, vocal
cooing, and cleverly executed facial twitches dissolve the image of the
calm and collected man, unveiling the id we all wish we could indulge,
one that insouciantly challenges authority and makes funny faces without
vanity and bases decisions on desire rather than convention. To see
Powell luxuriate in or surrender to silliness, again and again, is not
only hilarious, it is cathartic. (Read more.)
There are legends of cinema who became stars
in the heavens as well as on the silver screen way before their time.
They are forever remembered young, vital and beautiful; lives tragically
cut short through illness or accident such as Rudolph Valentino, Carole
Lombard and of course Marilyn Monroe. But with all due respect to the
latter, it was an earlier star who first embodied the concept of the
‘blonde bombshell’. Jean Harlow was a star who combined sexiness with
sass, quick-fire delivery with a devastating sexual slow-burn and was
electric on the silver screen. Her chemistry with her co-stars saw her
as one of the premier stars of MGM and her death would shock the
Hollywood film community. Yet her performances on screen remain timeless and a testimony to her long-lasting legendary status.
Libeled Lady was one of her final
performances and such was her status that she received top billing over
William Powell (her fiancé), Myrna Loy and Spencer Tracy. Despite
signing on for the key role of Connie Allenbury, MGM ‘s Louis B. Mayer
wanted Powell paired with Loy to capitalise on the pair’s prior
successes. Settling for the role of Gladys, Harlow still gives a
spirited performance in a film that is fun, fast-paced and enjoyable. By
all reports, Harlow was not bitter and ended up enjoying the role and
the film overall. Additionally, this great screwball comedy is a
showcase of MGM’s top talent, something that few studios could boast and
a characteristic that was commonplace on the MGM lot. On the surface,
it’s easy to suggest that Libeled Lady was a vehicle for Loy
and Powell, and as already mentioned Mayer wanted the two together.
However, Harlow (and for that matter Spencer Tracy) were far more than
supporting actors and the fact that Harlow received top billing suggests
that as well. (Read more.)
It's very hard to do both, especially without a full-time nanny. But the economic realities of the present time leave many women with no alternative but to take a job, often outside the home. The women in this article are coming from a background which permits many to work from home, and computers make that possible. Let us remember that throughout history women have always sought employment outside their families, even married woman with children, running farms, shops, trades, restaurants, inns and working as maids, housekeepers, nannies, nursery maids, and ladies-in-waiting to queens and princesses. They even had their own guilds in the Middle Ages, such as the Spinsters' Guild. From The Public Discourse:
I didn’t really have a career plan.
After we got married we moved to Taiwan for our first year of marriage,
and then we moved back to Colorado so my husband could go to seminary. I
worked at a Chinese adoption agency, and loved it, and realized that I
loved working in an office. And when I got pregnant with my first, I was
really at a crossroads. I knew I wanted to be a full-time mom, but I
also wanted to work. And I was like, “I just want to do both. How can I
do both? How can I be a full-time mom and work?” And I realized I
couldn’t do both, but I really, really thought for a long time, “What do
I do? Do I mother during the day and work at night?” But ultimately I
got to the point where I said, something’s got to give.
And I chose the kid. It was a good
choice, but I mourned. I mourned. I probably had dreams for the next
year and a half of my bosses at the adoption agency coming back and
begging me to start an office in my house because I loved working.
So I didn’t ever think I was going to
go back to work. I think I kind of believed the feminist lie that once
you’re out of the workforce, that’s it, it’s over, you can’t take a
break—and
I didn’t have any plans of working. I was really involved in our
church. We ended up having three biological kids. We adopted our
youngest about twelve years ago, and that was a very emotionally
demanding process for several years after we had him. So a lot of my
focus was going towards mom life, and I didn’t try to move back into the
workforce. I just got really, really angry. I got angry at what was
happening in the world, and I thought, somebody needs to say something
about X, Y, and Z. So I just slowly started writing on my own. And then,
interestingly, with every new bit of independence and self-reliance and
self-governance that my kids reached, slowly, work would start to fill
in those spaces.
And so now I’m at the place where
I’ve got one kid in college, I’ve got three kids at home, and like
April, I wake up at about 4:30, knock out at least two and a half hours
of work before everybody wakes up, put on the apron, serve the
breakfast, kiss the faces, slam the door, work like crazy, get up, go
pick the kids up from school, come home, and then work on top of
everything else. I work in line at the grocery store, dictate e-mails
while I’m on the stair-stepper at the gym, or just tell people if I’m
having a staff meeting, “FYI, I’m going to be roasting vegetables.” And
that’s kind of how it rolls for me. The good news about having an office
at home is I clean and cook and do a lot of the household care and
mothering care on top of my work life. So that’s kind of how it all gets
done: two things at once all the time. (Read more.)
Thanks to tireless research by two etymologists, we know the exact date the word dude was coined. Robert Sale Hill published a poem in The New York World
on January 14, 1883, describing a type of foppish young man living in
cities. These young men were overly fastidious about their clothing,
professed an interest in avant-garde art, and smoked tiny cigarettes.
They were the 19th-century version of the 21st-century hipster. And like the hipsters of the 2010s, the dandies of the 1880s were a trope that the public loved to lampoon.
In the poem that Robert Sale Hill published, he called these fops “dudes.” Etymologists
Barry Popik and Gerald Cohen theorize that Hill derived the word “dude”
from “doodle,” as in “Yankee Doodle Dandy.” The original New England
Yankee Doodle, Cohen notes, “was the country bumpkin who stuck a feather
in his cap and called it macaroni; i.e., by sticking a feather in his
cap, he imagined himself to be fashionable like the young men of his day
known as ‘macaronis.'” (Read more.)
When I say "Stella," I do mean the same
Princess of Beauty, for whose only sake
The reins of Love I love, though never slake,
And joy therein, though nations count it shame. ~Sir Philip Sidney, Astrophel and Stella
I have always been interested in learning more about Penelope Devereux, great granddaughter of Mary Boleyn, daughter of the notorious Lettice Knollys, sister of the doomed Robert Devereux, and cousin of Elizabeth I. They say Penelope and her mother both had dark eyes like Anne Boleyn's. And since Penelope's grandmother Catherine Carey may have been the daughter of Henry VIII, then Elizabeth I was probably their cousin on her father's side as well as on her mother's. A star in the waning years of the Virgin Queen, Penelope's beauty and gifts were immortalized by the poet Sir Philip Sidney in Astrophel and Stella. Novelist Tony Riches has once again brought the Tudor era to life, creating an authentic historical heroine. From the author's website:
Lady Penelope Rich is one of the most beautiful and sought-after women in Elizabethan England. The daughter of the Earl of Essex, she is married to the wealthy Baron Robert Rich. Penelope's life is full of love and scandal. The inspiration for Sir Philip Sidney’s sonnet Astrophel and Stella, she is caught up in the Essex Rebellion.
A complex and fascinating woman, her life is a story of love, betrayal, and tragedy.
“This is a woman who lived life on her own terms, and her story will stay with you long after you finish reading it.” (Read more.)
The ladies of Elizabethan England were known for their learning and culture, which had been established by King Henry VIII and his insistence upon higher learning for his own daughters, although they had been declared illegitimate. The descendants of Mary Boleyn, cousins of Queen Elizabeth, were known for their beauty and intelligence, but Penelope Devereux stood out for her exceeding loveliness, wit, and charm. Sadly, after her mother's marriage to the Earl of Leicester, and subsequent fall from favor with the Queen, Penelope and her siblings were placed in the care of a Puritan family. She was then married against her will to the wealthy Robert Rich, a descendant of the nasty Richard Rich who betrayed St. Thomas More. It was particularly tragic for Penelope since she had hoped to marry Sir Philip Sidney, the poet-warrior who truly loved her. Rich was a Puritan and a harsh, unloving husband. The novel lays bare the sufferings which many woman had in arranged marriages. The rigorism of the puritanical attitudes were soul-crushing for Penelope; when everything is bad then nothing is bad. Yet Penelope is shown to be loving and welcoming to every child sent to her, which is no doubt authentic. Babies were seen as gifts from God rather than burdens. Meanwhile, Penelope's family, especially her brother the Earl of Essex, were in and out of trouble. Essex ends rebelling against the Queen and compromising Penelope. Penelope's marriage had by that time broken down and she lived with Charles Blount as his mistress, having several more children. But sorrow and tragedy were always a breath away for anyone close to the throne in Tudor England. For those who love to visit the past in books, Tony's recent novel is a must-read.
Catholicism is a religion of Faith and
Reason – and has a rich, centuries-long tradition of deep thought about
God and man. But the Catholic “thing” is also a religion of mysteries –
not superstitious mumbo-jumbo as some critics believe, but mysteries in
the sense that human reason has limits obvious to reason itself. We
don’t know – and cannot know – via ordinary human reasoning, where the
world and we ourselves come from, or where we are going. For guidance in
living with those and other mysteries, reason at its best recognizes
that we need Revelation, a revelation from the One who does know. And we
have a reasonable Faith, therefore, in what He has delivered.
In an unsettled time like ours – a time
when great confusions are rife even within the Church – it’s more urgent
than usual to maintain that Faith. Amidst confusions and worse,
skeptics point to the many evils in the world as evidence that our
belief in a loving Creator is mere wishful thinking. Why, for instance,
would such a Being create human beings who – as we see over and over in
history and no less in our own “enlightened” age – are quite capable of
industrial-scale murder (including the holocaust of tens of millions of
innocents in the womb), war, torture, rape, slavery, oppression, and the
thousands of other acts that constitute what St. Augustine called the mysterium inquitatis – the mystery of evil.
One traditional answer is that God took the
risk of creating free human beings in the knowledge that He would do
something even greater in redeeming us, after we’d fallen. If you want
to read a brilliant example of how all that signifies something of
unsuspected gloriousness, it’s worth spending some time with the first
pages of Tolkien’s Silmarillion (free online here), in which God sings
the world into existence along with the angels. And then, like a
musical prodigy, incorporates the discordant notes introduced by the
Devil into a breathtakingly beautiful symphony.
Mystery still surrounds all this, of
course, both because a mystery by definition has no complete explanation
in this world, and because, frankly, our human reason would have
preferred something less exalted. Most of us would have preferred what
we regard as “discord” never to have existed. We want an unbothered
existence. But all indications are that God thought that a simpler human
story would not have been as wonderful as what He actually chose to do.
And it’s part of the Faith to understand what that means, as much as we
are able. (Read more.)
A lot of ink has been spilled on the subject of the actual location of
Arthur's Kelliwic (or Celliwig) - including by the present author. But I
was never completely satisfied with any of the identifications offered,
so have decided to treat of the place once more.
There are many good sources which treat of the several candidates for
Kelliwic. One of the best is Oliver J. Padel's "Some Souther-Western
Sites With Arthurian Associations" in THE ARTHUR OF THE WELSH (ed.
Rachel Bromwich, A.O.H. Jarman and Brunley F. Roberts). I refer my
readers to that excellent study, as it is not my intention to rehash
such material here.
In Triad 1, we are told that the chief bishop of Kellewic is
Bytwini/Bitwini/Betwini (modern Bedwenni). Some have thought this
merely W. bedwenni, 'birches', a sort of pun on the meaning of
Kelliwic. But others (including Bromwich) have made a connection with
Bodmin, the etymology of which is discussed by Ekwall as deriving from
Cornish bod, 'house, dwelling', and either meneich, 'monks' or menehi,
'monsastery.' The chief elder of Kelliwic in Cornwall is Caradoc
Freichfras - which is extremely odd, as this particular Caradoc belong
to central and, perhaps, SE Wales.
What I decided to do was to see if there might be any Caradoc
place-names at or near Bodmin which could have been wrongly related to
the Welsh Caradoc. There are, in fact, two such places. (Read more.)
It is St. Catherine's Day, the birthday of Henrietta of France, Queen of England, Scotland and Ireland, in 1609. It is the first time I have heard her hair described as "reddish-blonde." From Academia:
Another example is the painting of Queen Henrietta Maria, the French wife of the English King Charles I, by Sir Anthony Van Dyck (Figure 20). A Catholic queen who attempted to convert her Protestant husband, she is portrayed by Van Dyck as St. Catherine. She wears a simple, but elegant red dress and a green overcoat, pearls and crown on top of her reddish-blonde curls. To solidify the imagery, she holds the wheel of torture. This portrait is an outlier from the rest of the paintings surveyed for this paper (it was painted in 1639), but it illuminates the interesting notion that the royalty themselves desire to be seen with this parallel to a saint. Queen Henrietta Maria herself probably wanted to be portrayed as St. Catherine because the image it would evoke concerning herself and her beliefs would benefit her personal goals. (Read more.)
The Kindle edition of My Queen, My Loveis FREE to American readers today and tomorrow in honor of the birthday of Henrietta Maria, beloved wife of Charles I.
A new report shows that a handful of Catholic colleges and universities are seeing their enrollment numbers skyrocket, bucking the overall trend of college enrollment plummeting during the past few years.
“As most collegiate institutions grapple with disappointing enrollment, a slew of faithful Catholic colleges are reporting surprising enrollment numbers and financial support,” wroteThe Daily Signal’s Mary Margaret Olohan. Olohan cited several examples of Catholic institutions who have recently reported enrollment numbers at all-time-highs.
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“We keep hearing people refer to a ‘Newman movement’ because these faithful Catholic colleges just keep growing and setting the example of how to attract families today,” said Patrick Reilly, founder of The Cardinal Newman Society, in an interview with The Daily Signal.
“These colleges are traditional and counter-cultural at a time when most of American education is corrupted and on a path of self-destruction,” Reilly continued. “In addition, the ‘Newman movement’ includes faithful Catholic educators who long for and search for the environment these Catholic colleges provide.” The Cardinal Newman Society is a nonprofit organization that “promotes and defends faithful Catholic education,” according to its website. The Society calls the many successful Catholic colleges recognized in its Newman Guide “light in the darkness.” Meanwhile, recent years have been tough for the broader higher education industry, showing just how much of an exception faithful Catholic colleges are proving to be. (Read more.)
Dante died at Ravenna on September 14, 1321, and that noble city which had sweetened his exile was determined to retain his body. When his name became celebrated, Florence, his ungrateful fatherland, tried to recover it, but in vain. So there he lies, close to the church of St. Francis, where he had so often prayed, in a tiny garden filled with cool shade and with silence. Far removed from the strife and suffering of earth, as in the sublime vision born of his imagination, beyond the circles of hell and the mount of expiation, he has, no doubt, attained to everlasting peace, to the seven stages of heaven where, at the summit, dwells the Lamb.
His principal work, the Divine Comedy, was written during the last years of his life, after he had reached the age of fifty, when knowledge of men and experience of events had taught him to hope in God alone.
Consisting of three parts—Inferno, Purgatorio, and Paradiso—this famous work is one of the most tremendous achievements in all the literature of the world. Like many a great monument of human thought, it has its fanatical devotees, its tireless scholiasts; but the general public admires it from farther off and without pretending to penetrate its secrets, confining themselves to a few episodes which are part of the common culture of the West.…
[T]he Divine Comedy is a fascinating work, an intellectual universe so wonderful that it is hard to know how any man could have conceived it. The beauty of language, the rhythmic cadences, the definitive exactness of so many formulae, and above all that interior breath, that vital urge which drives the poem along, even through interminable declamations, until it reaches a land of light and incomparable fullness—all these qualities make the Divine Comedy a unique achievement, one of the three or four priceless jewels in Europe’s crown.
Notwithstanding a host of symbols and obscurities, the general meaning of the poem is clear. It is the description of a journey claimed to have been made by the author in Holy Week, 1300, through Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven. He describes those whom he met on the road, the facts which he learned, and his own meditations on this marvellous experience. The descriptive passages are so extraordinarily precise that it has been possible to draw maps and plans and to build models of that country beyond the grave. But across the background formed by this strange geography, a perpetual shifting of figures, episodes, and allusions transforms each region into a dreamland forest where the most resplendent images succeed nightmare visions.
The theme was not original. Many ancient writers, e.g., Homer and Virgil, had pictured the living visiting the dead. There were also Muslim poems describing journeys through heaven and hell; and Celtic monks of the barbarian epoch, in the feverish solitude of their convents, had written many another such tale around the persons of St. Brendan or St. Patrick. But upon this common ground Dante erected a monumental structure, combining the profound truth of man’s destiny with all that the Middle Ages had discovered about eternal realities, and resting the whole of his romantic story upon theological foundations.
Dante himself is the hero of the Divine Comedy; the background is his own experience, the story of his conversion. Wandering in “the dark forest” of vice, he almost stumbles into hell where so many unfortunates pay the price of sin. Saved from damnation through the intervention of our Lady, he gradually discovers the way of light by climbing the painful mount of Purgatory. Two providential beings come to assist him on this journey: Virgil, representing human reason freed from the yoke of passion, and Beatrice, who stands both for ineffable love and for revealed truth. Thanks to them, he is able to reach the place of all peace and of all justice, Paradise. The poem is essentially autobiographical. He whom we follow on this curious road is a man like unto ourselves. Like him, we are shaken by the gusts of hell, we feel the breath of fire in which the damned are burning. With him we share the proud sorrows of sinful love. With him also we rise to light and certainty. He is a man speaking to men with human voice…
The historical framework within which this mighty adventure unfolds is none other than that society of which the poet had direct experience: Christendom. The events to which he refers are those of Christian history; the protagonists of his fantastic work are men who had played a part therein. The problems he is so anxious to solve are those which troubled the whole Christian world. His ideal is the same as that which inspired reforming popes, saints, crusaders, and great thinkers; it is the ideal of a hierarchic order upon earth corresponding to the perfect harmony of heaven.…
Dante’s anxiety for Christendom led him to concentrate his attention on the Church as supernatural guide of that society and keystone of its existence. No literary work has ever been so completely concerned with the Church as is the Divine Comedy. None has spoken with more fervour and tenderness of the Spouse of Christ than he who is so often quoted for his invective against some of her prelates and some of her institutions. He was her devoted and unwavering son; he wished to see her absolutely pure, absolutely beautiful, strictly faithful to her Master’s precepts, freed from the filth wherewith human weakness defiles the Vessel of Election. (Read more.)
In 1798, a month before the 29-year-old General Bonaparte would set out on his Egyptian campaign to consolidate his power, he visited the Breguet establishment on the Quai de l’Horloge in Paris. There he purchased three timekeepers: a repeating pocket watch (with which you could hear the hours chime and therefore know what the time was in the dark); a travelling calendar and repeating clock, the first of its kind; and a perpétuelle (early automatic) repeating pocket watch. Napoleon’s interest in Breguet watches was shared with his great enemy, the Duke of Wellington, who bought a montre à tact (tactile watch) in 1814, when he became ambassador to Paris, and another celebrating his victory at the Battle of Waterloo, given as a gift to a close friend on his staff.
But this wasn’t just about being on time for battle. Napoleon was a bit of a parvenu, on a meteoric rise through the ranks of social and political life, requiring objects that semaphored social status. Likewise, the rest of the Bonaparte family were keen acquirers of classy timepieces. Joseph Bonaparte, Napoleon’s brother, whom he had appointed King of Spain, commissioned a pocket watch decorated with a map of Spain from Breguet. When the British Army, under Wellington’s command, drove the French out of the Iberian peninsula in 1813, Joseph churlishly refused to buy the timepiece, which was now a reminder of French failure. (The story goes that Wellington bought it in 1815, enjoying the irony that a watch made for Napoleon’s brother ended up as a symbol of British victory.) Meanwhile, Joséphine, Napoleon’s first wife, ordered a number of watches from Breguet, including a “small medallion timepiece”.
Caroline Murat, Napoleon’s younger sister and the queen of Naples, reigning from 1808 until 1815 with her husband the king, Joachim Murat, had a special relationship with Abraham-Louis Breguet, the founder of the watchmaking company. This resulted in the creation of the very first wristwatch. At the time men wore their pocket watches tucked into a waistcoat or other pocket. They were fiddly, requiring both hands to open them to view the hour. Women wore daintier, ornamental versions, often as brooches. Breguet came up with the revolutionary idea of a watch designed specifically for Caroline to wear on the wrist. Commissioned in 1810, it was delivered two years later, when Queen Caroline was in Naples, having taken over the affairs of state while the king had gone on the Russian campaign alongside her brother, Emperor Napoleon. Costing 5,000 francs, it was a slim repeating oblong-shaped watch, interestingly equipped with a thermometer (an early example of wearable tech) and secured on a slender bracelet of hair entwined with gold thread as a functional, decorative strap.
We know all this because Breguet documented and still maintains details of its clients in its registers and archives, and Napoleon was one of the most famous (along with Marie Antoinette and Louis XVI, as well as King George IV and Czar Alexander I). Queen Caroline continued to support Breguet, particularly during the years when Europe was in turmoil (and he had lost some of his best clients), acquiring a total of 34 pieces — some intended as gifts — during her lifetime. (Read more.)
The small book is believed to originate from the Monastery of Deer in the Mintlaw area. It had the celebrated manuscript in its care by 1,000AD, before the building fell out of use. The monks then moved to Deer Abbey after abandoning the monastery. The book is normally held in the collections of Cambridge University but it went on public display at Aberdeen Art Gallery last year. Archaeologists and volunteers had painstakingly uncovered artefacts and features which they hoped would lead to the discovery of the site of the monastery finally being identified. Lead archaeologist Ali Cameron, from Cameron Archaeology Ltd, explained: "A lot of the rest of the field had been disturbed but we opened such large trenches in 2022 so that we had the best chance of finding early medieval features.
"We spent weeks excavating later material including stone and other demolition material until we got down to the earliest layers and features two weeks before the end of the dig.
"I then led a team of students and volunteers and we systematically cut sections though all the features, collected finds and samples which are important as they are where the charcoal for dating will be." The samples were carefully processed in the University of Aberdeen, under the supervision of Dr Gordon Noble. (Read more.)
“Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks,” Walt Whitman counseled in his timeless advice on living a vibrant and rewarding life. Hardly anyone has embodied and enacted this ideal more fiercely than the great journalist, social activist, and Catholic Worker co-founder Dorothy Day
(November 8, 1897–November 29, 1980) — a woman who practiced what she
preached and lived her values in every way: Amid a postwar culture that
embraced consumerism as an act of patriotism, she advocated for and
lived in voluntary poverty; she defied the IRS by refusing to pay
federal taxes on war; her protests against racism, war, and injustice
landed her in jail on multiple occasions.
Although Day’s lifetime of activism, altruism, and infinite
compassion for the fragility of the human spirit were motivated by her
faith and she is now being considered for sainthood, her legacy remains
an instrument of secular motivation for the pursuit of social justice
and the protection of human dignity. She belonged to that rare breed of
people who manage to live righteous lives without slipping into
self-righteousness in the face of human imperfection in others, for they
are all too intimately familiar with its existence in themselves. A
century after Whitman embraced his multitudes, Day remarked of the contradictory parts of herself: “It all goes together.” (Read more.)
The southern cassowary is
an enormous, flightless bird native to the forests of New Guinea and
Northern Australia. The dinosaur-like creature has glossy, jet-black
feathers and a bright blue neck with a vibrant scarlet wattle dangling
from its neck. They also have three-toed, razor-sharp talons that can
inflict severe fatal injuries with a roundhouse kick when provoked,
earning them the title "world's deadliest bird," reports Asher Elbein
for the New York Times.
While one should certainly be wary around a cassowary and
its dagger-like claws today, a new study found that humans may have
raised the territorial, aggressive birds 18,000 years ago in New
Guinea, making them the earliest bird reared by our ancient ancestors,
reports Katie Hunt for CNN. The research was published on September 27 in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.
"This behavior that we are seeing is coming thousands of
years before the domestication of the chicken," says study
author Kristina Douglass, a Penn State archaeologist, in a statement.
"And this is not some small fowl, it is a huge, ornery, flightless bird
that can eviscerate you. Most likely the dwarf variety that weighs 20
kilos (44 pounds)."
Researchers excavating two rock shelters in New Guinea found
1,000 fragments of fossilized cassowary eggshells. To get a closer look
at the ancient shell pieces, the team used three-dimensional imaging,
computer modeling, and studied egg morphology of modern cassowary eggs
and other birds, like emus and ostriches. Using carbon dating, the eggs
are estimated to be 6,000 to 18,000 years old. For comparison, chicken
domestication occurred no earlier than 9,500 years ago, per CNN. (Read more.)
For the first time, oxygen atoms have been detected in the dayside
atmosphere of Venus without being part of larger molecules. Although
oxygen has previously been observed on Venus’ night side, the same study
found it to be far more widespread than previously observed. The
findings are considered a step towards the future missions to Venus that
are now increasingly on space agencies’ agendas.
No one doubts Venus has plenty of oxygen in its atmosphere. With
oxygen being the third most common element in the universe, we could
have confidently predicted its presence there before the first
spacecraft flew by. When those missions did investigate Venus at close
range, they revealed an atmosphere laden with carbon dioxide and carbon
monoxide (CO2 and CO), whose names alone make clear the oxygen contribution.
However,
oxygen is an extremely reactive element, so on planets, it usually
binds to other elements in the crust or atmosphere. Consequently, the
presence of atomic oxygen is far from a given. Nevertheless, observations of Venus’ atmosphere by the Venus Express satellite
have previously revealed some atomic oxygen glowing on its night side.
Newly published observations not only show oxygen is much more prevalent
than that, but also offer some insight into the processes that create
and distribute it.
Professor Heinz-Wilhelm Hübers of the German
Aerospace Center and colleagues used the Stratospheric Observatory for
Infrared Astronomy (SOFIA) to look for oxygen in Venus’ upper atmosphere
at 17 locations and found it at all of them.
The oxygen is formed through sunlight breaking up CO2 and CO molecules. The powerful Venusian winds sweep the atoms to the night side, where they combine into molecular oxygen (O2,
like in our atmosphere), before reacting with other elements. Despite
this redistribution, oxygen densities are up to five times higher on the
dayside than the night.
According to the team, atomic oxygen is
abundant enough to play an important role in the atmosphere. When an
oxygen atom strikes a carbon dioxide molecule, it gives the molecule
energy that is then radiated away at 15 micrometers. This is the
dominant cooling method in the upper layers of Venus’ atmosphere; the
Solar System’s hottest planet would be even hotter without this process. (Read more.)
One of the most characterising events of the Early Modern period in
Europe were the hunts against people perceived to be witches. It is
estimated that anywhere up to 100,000 witch trials may have taken place
during this time, with further estimates that between half and
two-thirds of these people were executed for their supposed crimes. The
nature of these trials and hunts varied from country to country and
century to century, but those that occurred in Trier, Germany, during
the 1580s and 1590s are usually considered to be the largest of all.
Belief in magic and witchcraft occurs in many
world cultures at many different periods of time, but in Europe this
belief was low during the earlier medieval period. It was only towards
the end of this time – around the 14th century onwards – that belief in
people capable of wielding evil magic started to rise. There were
various high-profile cases of suspected witches across European courts
which caused this growing belief in these evil people. In a world where
Christianity and the Church held such sway, those who partook in
witchcraft were seen to be heretics acting against God and in league
with the devil. As the Early Modern period arrived, this belief really
took a hold on the general population. Witch-hunting manuals such as the Malleus Maleficarum
began to be published which narrowed down for the first time the exact
characteristics of a witch, which made it easier to find these witches
now that people knew what they were looking for.
Trier in modern-day Germany is a city near the country’s border with Luxembourg with a long history. Founded in the late 4th
century BC, it became an important Roman settlement, eventually
becoming one of the Roman Empire’s four capitals. During the medieval
period, Trier was considered not just a city but a wider region
controlled by an archbishop-elector under the Holy Roman Empire. This
made it a particularly important region. As with many other European
territories, interest in witchcraft in Germany spread towards the late
medieval period. It is thought that at least 1/3rd of all
those prosecuted for witchcraft in Europe came from the Holy Roman
Empire, and Trier was to become one of these heartlands. (Read more.)
Newly released footage from January 6, 2021, released by House Speaker Mike Johnson, shows Matthew Perna, who tragically took his own life,
calmly strolling through the building alongside other protestors and
even many police officers. Perna killed himself after prosecutors in his
case added a terrorism enhancement in advance of his sentencing.
At the time of Perna's death, his mourning family reportedly said that
he "couldn't take another day" after learning of the sentencing
enhancement. His aunt, speaking to Dinesh D'Souza in his documentary
Police State, revealed that Perna had a positive outlook when it came to
serving time for trespassing on January 6, but that the terrorism
enhancement was more than he could bear. After his death, she said she
spoke to his prosecutor who claimed the enhancement would have been
dropped in due time. But it was too late for Perna. (Read more.)
Richelieu was the ultimate schemer. From First Things:
Marie de Vignerot, the Duchess of Aiguillon, outmaneuvered popes and
overawed princes; she counseled kings and steered the state; she managed
and invested a colossal fortune, with which she raised hospitals, freed
slaves, and flung missions to the far corners of the earth; she
negotiated treaties, governed cities, eluded kidnappers, and threw the
very best dinner parties in Paris—but perhaps her most impressive
triumph was refusing to sell her house.
The prospective buyer was Louis XIV, who had something of a passion
for fine domestic architecture, and whose chateau-envy could be
deadly—as his hapless finance minister would soon discover. To refuse
the monarch any request carried a whiff of treason; to refuse this monarch
on the subject of houses was tantamount to suicide. But Marie de
Vignerot didn’t blink. She told the king that she couldn’t possibly sell
the old place—and reminded him of all the time, toil, and treasure she
and her uncle had devoted to rebuilding and maintaining it. That uncle
was the late Cardinal Richelieu, and the Sun King understood what the
old duchess was really saying: Think, Your Majesty, of all the time, toil, and treasure we have devoted to rebuilding and maintaining your Crown. Louis never raised the subject again.
Bronwen McShea relates this extraordinary vignette toward the end of La Duchesse, her new biography of this magnificent grande dame.
Heiress to one of the most hated men in history and a lady who could
stare down the Sun King, Vignerot might seem a severe subject for a
biographer, but McShea’s authorial relationship with her duchess is one
of affection and intimacy. (She refers to her as “Marie” throughout the
book, an informality that I will adopt below—“Vignerot” does not roll so
easily off the anglophone tongue.) The portrait that emerges is a
winsome one, and I finished the book thinking that Marie might now be
the figure from French history I would most like to invite to dinner
(safer than her uncle, and more fun than Charles de Gaulle).
McShea has done a great service with this rich, deeply researched,
and lively book. Though a definitive biography of luxuriant detail, La Duchesse is
disciplined by short and vivid chapters. It argues convincingly that
Marie de Vignerot shaped both the Catholic Church and the French state
at pivotal moments in their histories but has been unjustly forgotten by
both. This amnesia is hardly surprising: The Church is uncomfortable
with foxy duchesses who bend popes to their wills, and France has never
quite figured out how to feel about the cardinal in whose scarlet
eminence Marie was regally enrobed. Happily correcting this injustice, La Duchesse
rescues the memory of this indefatigable woman, illuminates her grand
and gorgeous moment in history—and draws some pointed lessons for our
own time.
Marie de Vignerot was born into an era of religious wars, when the
extinction of France and the survival of Christendom both seemed live
possibilities; by the time of her death, Louis XIV was busy rebuilding
Versailles. She was thus present for, and indeed helped midwife, the
birth of modern Europe. She was, at times, among the richest and most
powerful people in the world. But McShea makes clear that she owed
everything to Richelieu, who directed her life from her earliest
childhood, loved her as a daughter, and quite unconventionally made her
his primary heiress. (Read more.)
With the newly released Coppola film about Priscilla Presley making headlines I thought I might read the book it is based upon, Elvis and Me. Actually, I listened to it on Audible, with the author Priscilla Presley reading it aloud herself. Priscilla has an incredibly charming reading voice, and occasionally laughs at the many humorous anecdotes of her life with Elvis. I was never an Elvis Presley fan, although I always loved how he sang "I Can't Help Falling in Love with You." Plus I enjoyed the film Wild in the Country,
one of his few serious dramatic roles. I believed he could have been
more than he was and it seems that
Elvis did as well. A true artist, he had a desire to channel the raw
talent he possessed to become a great dramatic actor, being embarrassed
by all the silly beach movies. Instead he wound up in a golden cage in
Vegas as an aging, flabby, drugged-out caricature of himself. Last year's film Elvis (2022)
portrays the cultural and sexual revolutions of the mid-20th century
that Mr. Presley helped to launch, although he himself was basically of a
romantic, old-fashioned bent. The Presleys, Elvis and his parents, were simple people and unable to deal with the tidal wave of fame and fortune that swept through their lives. Most especially Elvis was no match for the drugs that he sought in order to function.
Elvis and Me, told from Priscilla's point of view through a ghost writer, is about how Priscilla as a 14-year-old girl meets Elvis in Germany where her stepfather and family are stationed in the late 1950's. She becomes his girlfriend, which involves long hours alone with him in his bedroom, while his father, grandmother, and coterie of pals, are downstairs. While Priscilla insists that they never consummated their union until after they married seven years later, it becomes clear that it is not a platonic relationship.
After Elvis returns to America, Priscilla claims that she was so obsessed with Elvis that her parents eventually let her go live with his family in Memphis, TN when she was only sixteen. Elvis promised her father that she would be at a Catholic girls' high school and that she would live at the house of Elvis' father and stepmother. Priscilla writes that instead she lived at the Graceland mansion with Elvis, sharing a bedroom. In her biography she blames herself for deceiving her parents. She blames Elvis for giving her drugs, which once knocked her unconscious for two days. For the next five years Elvis makes her over into a glamor girl while lavishing her with jewels, horses, cars, furs, everything that money can buy. Meanwhile, she completely sublimates her own personality in order to please Elvis and be his "dream girl." No one questions the propriety of a young girl, cut off from the normal adolescent world, living as the sexually-frustrated "mistress" of a rock star. I say "frustrated" because that is word Priscilla uses to describe the sex play she continually engaged with in a lover who insisted she physically remain a virgin.
Elvis finally marries Priscilla when she is twenty-one at the Aladdin Hotel in Las Vegas in a civil ceremony. They finally consummate their love and nine months later their only child Lisa Marie is born. However, their basic incompatibility has already become obvious as Priscilla is unable psychologically to play a role any further. Plus Elvis is on the road all the time and hanging out with other women. Priscilla leaves Graceland with Lisa; Elvis falls apart and dies on August 16, 1977. She insists that she still loved him and he that loved her, in spite of their divorce and their relationships with other people. The book ends when Priscilla acquires control of Graceland and Elvis' estate on behalf of their daughter, eventually making more money then Elvis ever did.
Personally, I cannot understand how the adults in Priscilla's life could have allowed her to be subjected to such an inappropriate lifestyle for a teen. There were plenty of adults around, too; in addition to the Presley family
members there was Elvis' entourage known as the "Memphis Mafia." They were
always at Graceland when Elvis was home. They all helped hide teenage Priscilla from the police. I decided to read Suzanne Finstad's Child Bride:The Untold Story of Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. The biography shows what most historians discover in their research, that recollections can vary, and often do. Finstad researched Priscilla Presley as thoroughly as one would study a historical personage. Priscilla's Elvis and Me is a subjective, highly personal account
but does not always hold up when scrutinized in the light of facts and
other people's testimonies. Most of Finstad's sources appear to be reliable, even the skanky ones, such as the soldier who claimed that 14-year-old Priscilla slept with him in order to meet Elvis. Any romantic notions about Elvis and Priscilla are shattered and one is left only with sadness combined with awe that Priscilla was ever able to have anything resembling a normal life. How normal her life has been though is questionable; Lisa Marie was certainly traumatized by much of what went on. Let us say Priscilla built a financially successful life, acquiring economic security for her family.
According to Finstad's book, Priscilla had an active social life in Germany at high school, including boyfriends, and she was not pining to go live with Elvis at Graceland. And she was seventeen, not sixteen, when she moved to Tennessee. Her parents, whom Priscilla defends in her memoir, wanted her to be with Elvis so that he would eventually marry her, so like everyone else they looked the other way, refusing to see the bedroom antics that were a torment to Priscilla. Finstad thinks that money changed hands between Elvis and Priscilla's father. Stepfather, that is. Paul Beaulieu was the second husband of Priscilla's mother and not the birth father of Priscilla. Her birth father James Wagner died in a plane accident when she was an infant, a fact which she never knew until she was thirteen. She was haunted by the idea that she had lost her father without even knowing he had existed. And so Priscilla came to idealize Elvis as the romantic hero that her real father had been to her mother before he died. Elvis idealized Priscilla as a virgin bride, his perfect innocent little girl, whom he could mold to suit his proclivities. Neither saw the other for what they really were, each loving a phantom that did not really exist.
Finstad's book Child Bride covers a lot more ground and includes many more important characters, including Priscilla's various lovers. Her most disastrous affair was with a bisexual who, after many years of cohabitation with Priscilla, conceived a passion for thirteen-year-old Lisa Marie. It occurred during the years when Priscilla had a role in the television show Dallas. That particular bit of weirdness, along with being the daughter of a dead superstar, who had truly loved her and whose loss she felt keenly, added to Lisa Marie's troubled psyche. Being immersed in Scientology, Priscilla's chosen religion for herself and her daughter, did not appear to help either, although Priscilla claims it did. Child Bride ends when Lisa Marie's brief marriage to Michael Jackson collapses. It is heartbreaking because Lisa is shown to be a sweet person, with a loving heart and many genuine talents, like her daddy, but the whole Hollyweird scene and the drug culture are brutal to sensitive souls. Before she died at age 54, Lisa was upset by the new Coppola film, which she felt distorted her father's image.
Four months before she died in January, Lisa Marie Presley objected to a film that was being prepared about her parents, Elvis and Priscilla Presley. An article in Variety has reported that she sent two emails in September 2022 to its writer-director, Sofia Coppola (Lost in Translation, Marie Antoinette), complaining that the screenplay characterised Elvis as "a predator and manipulative", and that this was a result of Coppola's "shockingly vengeful and contemptuous perspective".
It's not uncommon for somebody to be upset about the way a loved one is portrayed on screen, of course. What makes Lisa Marie's diatribe unusual is that this particular film, Priscilla, isn't an unauthorised hatchet job or an overblown Hollywood fantasy, but a muted, intimate drama adapted from Priscilla's own memoir, Elvis and Me, and executive produced by Priscilla herself. She has promoted it side by side with Coppola ever since its premiere at the Venice Film Festival in September. (Read more.)
Coppola’s focus is far narrower. Her film begins in 1959 when Priscilla first meets the world-famous singer Elvis Presley. Her father is an army officer serving in Germany where Private Presley is also stationed. She’s a shy fourteen-year-old and Elvis, at age twenty-four — though it seems he always remains an emotional teenager himself — is immediately smitten. And so the terribly creepy relationship begins over the far-too-mild objections of Priscilla’s parents.
It’s unfortunate, given the film’s clear aim to represent this relationship in terms of the contemporary awareness of the horrors of “grooming,” that it adopts such a weirdly prurient point of view. The narrative is arranged to build tension around the moments of sexual transgression, to keep the audience always wondering through interludes of kissing, “Will the statutory rape occur now? Now? Now?”
When in fact, as the film shows, it’s due to Elvis’s own old-fashioned ideas about the sacredness of marriage. It’s Priscilla who gets more and more impatient after years of deferred sexual intercourse, waiting for the wedding night when she turns eighteen. This is long after they’ve been sharing a bed at Graceland, where she lives from the age of sixteen.
“What about my desires?” she says, in a brief moment of retaliation against Elvis’s obsessive control over their every interaction, and repeated squelching of her attempts to consummate their relationship.
“We can do other stuff,” Elvis consoles her.
It’s such a bizarre relationship, obviously, and so well known to anyone who knows anything about Elvis Presley, that if it were any other filmmaker, you’d really have to wonder why Coppola is so interested in Priscilla Presley’s perspective. Certainly the late Lisa Marie Presley wondered why, in a highly-publicized pair of emails she sent to Coppola shortly before her death about the Priscilla script she hated, claiming not to recognize in it either her father or her mother’s idea of her father. (Read more.)
Glamorous Priscilla at seventeen, with the poodle Elvis gave her.
Heart problems may be hereditary for the Presley family. From the New York Post:
Elvis’ only child was just 54 when she died Thursday, reportedly after suffering cardiac arrest at home in Calabasas, California. Her dad, the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll, also died of heart problems in
1977, at the even tragically younger age of 42. His twin, Jesse, was
stillborn.
Elvis’ death had already been compared to that of his mother, Gladys
Smith Presley, 19 years earlier — also from heart failure and at the age
of just 46. Some of her siblings also died in their 40s. These “shocking similarities” are not mere coincidences, according to author Sally Hoedel — who more than two years ago laid out her theory that Elvis was “destined to die young.”
“Elvis’ maternal grandparents were first cousins,” Hoedel wrote of
Robert Lee “Bob” Smith and Octavia “Doll” Smith, who married in 1903. “It was that union some 30-something years before Elvis’ birth that
dictated his short life” as well as others in the family, Hoedel stated,
blaming it on the family tree in which “branches got tangled.”
“Creating Elvis took a rare DNA combination that was not supposed to
happen. It was not supposed to survive — and the consequences of that
have long been ignored,” she wrote. (Read more.)
Elvis with his parents, Vernon and Gladys Presley
Here is the heartbreaking interview in which Priscilla discusses with Piers Morgan the tragic losses of her daughter Lisa Marie and her grandson Benjamin Keough.
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