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18.2.12

Wallace Stegner

It's the birthday of writer Wallace Stegner (books by this author), born in Lake Mills, Iowa (1909). Wallace's father had what Wallace called "the pioneering itch in his bones," and moved his family around hoping to strike it rich in a Western boomtown. They moved from North Dakota, to Washington state, then Montana, California, Saskatchewan, and finally settled in Salt Lake City, where Stegner got into the University of Utah when he was just 16. He was finishing his dissertation when his brother died suddenly of pneumonia. Not long after, his mother died of cancer and, finally, his father committed suicide. By the end of the 1930s, Stegner had lost his entire family.
Stegner wanted to write about the American West, but instead of a novel about cowboys and heroic pioneers, a novel "about what happens to the pioneer virtues and the pioneer type of family when the frontiers are gone and the opportunities are all used up." His first big success was The Big Rock Candy Mountain (1943), loosely based on the experiences of his own family.
Stegner wrote many novels and started the creative writing program at Stanford, where he taught Edward Abbey, Larry McMurtry, and Wendell Berry.
Not only did he write about the American Western experience and the need to preserve those spaces, Stegner also actively fought for preservation and became involved with the conservation movement of the 1950s. He said, "Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed ... We need wilderness preserved — as much of it as is still left, and as many kinds — because it was the challenge against which our character as a people was formed ... We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in. For it can be a means of reassuring ourselves of our sanity as creatures, a part of the geography of hope."

Let’s Misbehave

Fear Heightens Appreciation of Abstract Art

Does abstract art fail to evoke a profound emotional response? Try viewing it while you’re terrified.




Are you puzzled by Picasso? Perplexed by Pollock? Do you feel you’re missing out on something profound when friends discuss their intense reaction to abstract art?
You could do some research to better understand what you’re looking at. Or you could turn off the lights and watch a DVD of Psycho.
newly published study finds people are more likely to be moved and intrigued by abstract paintings if they have just experienced a good scare. This suggests the allure of art may be “a byproduct of one’s tendency to be alarmed by such environmental features as novelty, ambiguity, and the fantastic,” argues lead author Kendall Eskine, a research psychologist at Loyola University New Orleans.
“Artists may be tapping into this natural sense when their work takes people’s breath away,” he and his colleagues write in the journal Emotion.
Their study was inspired by 18th-century philosopher Edmund Burke, who argued there is a strong link between fear and our experience of the sublime. To test this thesis, the researchers conducted an experiment featuring 85 Brooklyn College students.
Participants were randomly assigned to one of five conditions: fear (which was evoked by viewing a brief frightening video); happiness (evoked by a watching a brief pleasing video); high physical arousal (they performed 30 jumping jacks); low physical arousal (15 jumping jacks); or a control group.
All then viewed images of four paintings, described as “simple geometric abstract pieces from the artist El Lissitsky.” During the 30 seconds each painting was visible on their computer screen, participants rated (on a scale of 1 to 5) whether their reaction to it matched a series of descriptive words, including “inspiring,” “stimulating,” and “imposing.”
“These dimensions were chosen because they convey components of sublime experiences, as conceptualized by Burke,” the researchers write. Each person’s ratings of the four paintings were combined into a single “sublime score.”
“Fear was the only factor found to significantly increase sublime feelings,” the researchers report. Having just been jolted by that frightening film clip “resulted in significantly higher sublime scores than all other conditions, which did not differ significantly from each other.”
This makes sense from an evolutionary perspective, according to Eskine and his colleagues, Natalie Kacinik and Jesse Prinz.
“At its core, fear is an emotional mechanism that increases survival chances by motivating fight, flight, or freezing responses to threatening situations,” they write. “Fear seizes one’s attention, halts current plans, and increases vigilance.”
As they point out, this dynamic is echoed in Burke’s description of theexperience of the sublime, which the philosopher called “that state of the soul in which all its motions are suspended.”
“The capacity of a work of art to grab our interest and attention, to remove us from daily life, may stem from its ability to trigger our evolved mechanisms for coping with danger,” the researchers conclude.
While these results support this thesis, it’s important to acknowledge that our reaction to art depends upon a combination of factors. As the researchers note, specific cultural cues and personal predilections play a role in whether we find a work breathtaking or boring.
But this study suggests there’s also something more basic going on when a work of art really grabs us.  The sight of a menacing figure in a dark alley can give us goose bumps; under the right circumstances, so can a poem or a painting.
Perhaps the best way to approach a Rothko is with sweaty palms.

17.2.12

Interview: Saul David's greatest British generals

Friday, 17th February 2012
Interview: Saul David's greatest British generals
Who is Britain’s greatest ever general? The BBC and the National Army Museum put the question to the public at the end of last year. The public declared the Duke of Wellington Britain’s best, together with William Slim.
Professor Saul David is not so sure. His latest book, All The King’s Men: The British soldier from the Restoration to Waterloo, sketches the beginnings of a revision of Wellington. I asked him about this rather bold move.
‘I certainly did not set out writing the rather large section [in the book] on Wellington to bash him, but the more detail I got into about his career and how he reacted to certain situations, the more convinced I thought that he has been slightly overrated by historians.
‘Even the battle of Waterloo, where of course he undoubtedly does a number of things incredibly well, but he also made some mistakes. It has been seen as the piece de resistance of his wonderful defensive planning, but the disposition of his soldiers was a weakness. He deliberately denuded his left wing, but that was the wing Napoleon attacked. He wasn’t to know that, but you have to into account of all eventualities.’
Wellington gambled on the arrival of the Prussians on his left, but David thinks that it was a needless risk given Wellington’s strength and the ground. 
‘It’s often forgotten that Wellington had nearly 73,000 men in a very strong defensive position and he was almost defeated by 75,000 Frenchmen. That tells you he didn’t fight anything like as effective a battle as we might have assumed, and it required 50,000 Prussians, eventually, to save his skin.’
Wellington was not at his best, David suspects, because he was ‘genuinely worried about fighting Napoleon, the alleged greatest commander of the era.’ David refers to Wellington’s confession at the end of the Peninsula campaign in 1814 that he was relieved not to have encountered Bonaparte in Spain.
If not Wellington, who then was Britain’s greatest? David has just written an eBook on generalship, comparing the careers of Wellington, Slim and John Churchill, Duke of Marlborough. David is in no doubt that ‘Marlborough is the greatest of those three greats’.
Marlborough had ‘moral courage’ and extraordinary political acumen, in addition to the requisite battlefield skill. David cites his decision to march from Holland to the Danube in the summer of 1704, an aggressive manoeuvre calculated to preserve the Grand Alliance of European nations by defeating Louis XIV’s armies, which were threatening England’s key ally, Austria.
With awed enthusiasm, David describes the march of 40,000 men over hundreds of miles of rough terrain. To put this in context, Bristol, then England’s second city, had a population of less than 30,000 people. The march was an unprecedented logistical operation, yet the army arrived in tact and won the crushing victory at Blenheim for which Marlborough is remembered. It was a military risk taken for political and moral ends; Wellington attempted nothing comparable in his very illustrious career.
David softens the high politics in All the King’s Men with the accounts of ordinary redcoats. They are a colourful cast: a woman masquerading as a dragoon in Marlborough’s army, the campaigner William Cobbett, and an amazingly eloquent Edinburgh pauper named Thomas Pococke, who served in the Napoleonic Wars. This extract from Pococke’s account of the retreat from Corunna is poetic:
‘The silence was only interrupted by the groans of the men, who, unable to proceed farther, laid themselves down in despair to perish in the snow, and where the report of a pistol told the death of a horse, which had fallen dead, unable to proceed. I felt an unusual listlessness steal over me. Many times I have said, “These men who have resigned themselves to their fate are happier than I. What have I to struggle for? Welcome death! Happy deliverer!” These thoughts passed into my mind involuntarily… The rain poured in torrents; the melted snow was half knee-deep in places, and stained by the blood that flowed from our wounded and bruised feet. To add to our misery, we were forced by turns to drag the baggage. This was more than human nature could sustain. Many wagons were abandoned and much ammunition destroyed.’
I was gripped by Pococke, and asked David what happened to him. It is a tragic story:
‘He joins-up in the mid-1800s and serves the minimum term and then a few more years. He survives the Peninsula and Waterloo and leaves the army. But because he served less than twenty years and has not been wounded, he is ineligible for a pension, not a single penny. He is thrust back into life in Scotland with no particular talents other than those learned in the army. He is last heard of – having written the book which he writes and gets published and probably receives a pittance for, and we’re not even sure that he’s the person who sold the book — working as an itinerant road mender, a job at the very bottom of the employment ladder. You got taken on for a few days’ work and were redundant when the road was repaired. He probably died a pauper.’
Pococke’s fate was not uncommon among demobbed redcoats. Soldiers were loathed by the public as unruly brigands, so charity was sporadic. It’s an indictment on Georgian society that the heroes of Blenheim, Quebec and Waterloo were cast adrift, as well as a sign that military glory and imperial conquest left the public cold. 

Germania

Germania: Hitler's Dream Capital


Albert Speer’s plan to transform Berlin into the capital of a 1,000-year Reich would have created a vast monument to misanthropy, as Roger Moorhouse explains.
Albert Speer presents Hitler with a model of the German Pavilion designed for the World's Fair in Paris, 1937. Mary Evans Picture LibraryAlbert Speer presents Hitler with a model of the German Pavilion designed for the World's Fair in Paris, 1937. Mary Evans Picture LibraryIn 1937 Hitler’s architect Albert Speer was given the task of transforming Berlin from the sprawling metropolis that it was into Germania, the gleaming new capital of a Greater German ‘World Empire’, the centrepiece of the civilised world.
It was a vast undertaking. Plans, swiftly drawn up by Speer’s office, were presented to the public on January 28th, 1938. The reaction within Germany was predictably enthusiastic, with newspapers carrying detailed explanations and commentaries. Der Angriff stated that the designs were ‘truly monumental … far exceeding all expectations’, while the Völkischer Beobachter proclaimed grandly that ‘from this desert of stone, shall emerge the capital of a thousand-year Reich’. The foreign press, though less effusive, nonetheless concurred. The New York Times, for instance, described the project as ‘perhaps the most ambitious planning scheme’ of the modern era.
The plans certainly did not want for ambition. In accordance with Hitler’s original sketches they centred on a grand boulevard, which was to run from north to south for around seven kilometres through the heart of the city, linking two proposed new rail termini. Given carte blanche in redesigning this vast swathe of the city centre, Speer and his minions had had a field day and their plans read like a catalogue of comparatives and superlatives. The vast Grand Hall, for instance, close to the Reichstag, would have been the largest enclosed space in the world, with a dome 16 times larger than that of St Peter’s in Rome. Designed to host 180,000 people, there were concerns among the planners that the exhaled breath of the audience might even produce ‘weather’ beneath the cavernous coffered ceiling. The 117-metre tall Arch of Triumph, meanwhile, was designed – on Hitler’s express instruction – to carry the names of Germany’s 1.8 million fallen of the First World War engraved upon its walls. Similarly massive, it would have comfortably accommodated its Parisian namesake beneath its arch. Linking these monuments along the new axis would be a plethora of new buildings, civic and commercial, flanking broad avenues, ornamental obelisks, an artificial lake and a vast ‘circus’ peppered with Nazi statuary.
The image that will be familiar to many is of Hitler inspecting the white scale-model of this main axis, which was presented to him on his 50th birthday in April 1939 and was erected in a side-room of the Reich Chancellery. Though Hitler’s interest in the project was restricted almost exclusively to the north-south axis – and he would often return to muse over the model – the plans were not limited to that one area. Speer had succeeded in incorporating those headline designs into a much more thoroughgoing reorganisation of the city’s infrastructure. 
Facing east towards the Victory Column on what was to have been Germania's east-west axis, 1939. AKG ImagesFacing east towards the Victory Column on what was to have been Germania's east-west axis, 1939. AKG Images
First of all, Berlin’s rail network was to be overhauled, with the two new stations replacing three old termini and with many miles of sidings being replaced by a new line that would circle the city centre. Roads, too, were to be redrawn. The two new boulevards – the proposed north-south axis and the east-west axis, completed in 1939 – were only the centrepiece of a radical redevelopment. In addition Speer foresaw the city’s formerly organic urban growth being rationalised by the addition of radial thoroughfares and four concentric ring roads, the outermost of which would provide a direct connect-ion to the German autobahn network.
Entire suburbs were to be constructed to provide modern housing stock, administrative buildings and new commercial developments, which, it was planned would accommodate over 200,000 Berliners, moved out of the slums of the city centre. New airports were foreseen, including one for seaplanes on the lake at Rangsdorf. Even the city’s parks would be revamped, with horticultural studies being commissioned to report on the species that were required to restore the 18th-century flora of the region. Such was the scale of the Germania plans that, when Speer’s father – himself an architect – saw them, he summed up the thoughts of many of his contemporaries, saying: ‘You’ve all gone completely crazy.’
Of course only a tiny fraction of these grandiose designs would ever be realised. The visitor to Berlin today will struggle to see much evidence of Speer’s Germania unless he or she knows where to look. Most obvious is the boulevard west of the Brandenburg Gate, which is the old east-west axis and which is still illuminated by some of Speer’s original – and rather elegant – street lamps. Meanwhile the Victory Column (inaugurated in 1873 following Prussia’s victories over Denmark, Austria and France in the 1860s and 1870s) was moved to its present location to make way for the projected north-south Axis. Most bizarrely, the southern suburb of Tempelhof still contains a huge circular concrete block weighing over 12,000 tonnes – the Schwerbelastungskörper, or ‘heavy load-bearing body’ – which was supposed to help Speer’s engineers gauge the ability of Berlin’s sandy soil to take the vast weight of the proposed Arch of Triumph. Too large and too solid to demolish, the block stands to this day as a silent monument to Nazi megalomania.

More than a pipedream

Given that so little of Germania was ever completed and that only a fraction of it remains, it is easy to underestimate its significance. Speer’s planned rebuilding of Berlin is too readily dismissed as a Nazi pipedream; a still-born manifestation of Hitler’s architectural fantasies thankfully confined to the drawing board. Yet, in spite of the fact that Germania never came into being it would be a mistake if we were to allow ourselves to view it merely as an abstract: a folly, or an architectural curiosity somehow divorced from the odious regime that spawned it. For, as we shall see, Germania was in many ways a rather perfect representation of Nazism. 
First, the issue of its feasibility must be assessed. Despite its soaring ambition the plan to re-model Berlin was part of a veritable orgy of building that had gripped the later, peacetime years of the Third Reich. Much of that, certainly, was relatively small-scale – barracks, settlements, schools and so on – but a number of projects showed similarly monumental tendencies and were themselves considerable feats of planning and construction. Most famously, perhaps, there is the example of Hitler’s vast new Reich Chancellery, which stretched the entire 400-metre length of the Voss Strasse in Berlin and was completed in 1939 at a cost of over 90 million Reichsmarks.  
The Mosaic Hall of the new Reich Chancellery, 1939. AKG Images.The Mosaic Hall of the new Reich Chancellery, 1939. AKG Images.
Other Berlin landmarks were similarly grandiose: the Olympic Stadium, opened in 1936, seated 100,000 spectators and was part of a much larger complex that was intended as much for political as for sporting ends. Göring’s Air Ministry, meanwhile, also completed in 1936, was once the largest office building in the world, offering 2,800 rooms across seven floors with 4,000 windows and nearly seven kilometres of corridors. Today it is home to the German finance ministry.
Elsewhere construction was no more modest. In Nuremberg Speer’s famed tribune on the Zeppelin Field was dwarfed by the nearby Congress Hall, modelled on the Colosseum in Rome, which was built to accommodate 50,000 of the Nazi faithful. Though it only reached a height of 39 metres – as opposed to the 70 metres that was planned – it is still the largest surviving building of the Nazi period; while at Prora, on the Baltic coast, a huge holiday resort was constructed, which, though unfinished at the outbreak of war in 1939, stretched for 4.5km along the seafront and would have housed over 20,000 holidaymakers. Even Hitler’s folly above Berchtesgaden – the Kehlsteinhaus, or ‘Eagle’s Nest’ – was an ambitious project. Completed in 1938, after little over a year in construction, it was sited atop an Alpine ridge at an altitude of over 6,000 feet and was accessed via a purpose-built seven-kilometre mountain road, which had to be blasted into the mountainside. 
When considering Hitler’s plans for Berlin, therefore, one must bear in mind the wider context of Nazi construction and the astonishing track record that Hitler’s architects already had in successfully realising his visions. Germania was not mere Nazi ‘pie in the sky’. It was a part of a concerted programme to provide Germany with a portfolio of grand-scale, monumental architecture, which, Hitler believed, would be seen as the defining buildings of the age, rivals to Egypt, Babylon and Rome, inspiring future generations of Germans. It was certainly not merely a dictator’s architectural wish-list.

Quarries and camps

Given its central importance to the Nazi vision, the building frenzy – of which Germania was part – was thoroughly integrated into the Third Reich’s economy and terror networks. Indeed it is not widely understood just how close the relationship was between the building programme and the concentration camps. The vast expansion of the camp system from 1936 onwards had, in fact, been fuelled primarily by the demand for labour and materials from the burgeoning construction sector, with Albert Speer – and Germania – in the vanguard.
Consequently, many of the most infamous concentration camps of the Nazi era – Mauthausen, Gross Rosen and Buchenwald among them – were established close to quarries. The camp at Mauthausen, for instance, was set up in 1938 alongside the granite quarry that had supplied much of the stone used to pave the streets of Vienna, while the camp at Sachsenhausen, outside Berlin, was close to what was intended to be one of the largest brickworks in the world. The camp-quarry at Flossenbürg in northern Bavaria, meanwhile, was the source of much of the white-flecked granite that was going to be used in Berlin, some of which is still stacked inside the Congress Hall in Nuremberg. Thus Germania was not only central to the Nazi aesthetic, it also played a vital role in the establishment and maintenance of the concentration camp network. Nazi architectural planning, it seems, had synchronised perfectly with the interests of the SS.
Germania’s financing was also not as utopian as one might imagine. Speer estimated the total cost of the project, perhaps optimistically, at six billion Reichsmarks, five per cent of Germany’s GDP in 1939. Yet such was the Byzantine nature of economic relationships in the Third Reich that only a fraction of that figure would have to be paid directly by the Reich government. For one thing, the vast majority of the building materials that were prepared for the project came from the concentration camps dotted across Nazi Germany, while the quarries and brickworks themselves were owned or leased by an SS-owned company, DEST (Deutsche Erd-und Steinwerke). So Germania effectively got its materials for free, with the added bonus – in Nazi eyes – that their political opponents were being ‘re-educated by labour’ in the process.
In addition the construction and demolition costs were to be spread across the annual budgets of numerous ministries, organisations and Nazi fiefdoms. And there was no shortage of willing donors, with some, such as the Nazi Labour Front, being deliberately kept at arm’s length for fear that they might wield too great an influence. The city of Berlin was required to shoulder much of the financing, with various appeals for donations and contributions to make up any shortfall. It also would not have escaped Speer’s attention that his projected costs equated exactly with the total estimated value of Jewish property in Nazi Germany. By these measures, Speer recalled, the costs of the project could be divided (and effectively concealed), leaving central government directly liable only for the Great Hall and the Arch of Victory. Hitler, meanwhile, tended to wave away any complaints from his ministers by stressing the large numbers of wealthy tourists that – one day – would visit the new capital of the Greater German Reich. 
So, although little of it was actually constructed, Germania was not merely theoretical, it was very real. And it would have felt all the more real to those concentration camp inmates at Mauthausen or Flossenbürg, who had to quarry the granite slabs for Berlin’s new Reich Chancellery or the Soldier’s Hall. Even sites that never saw the light of day were prepared for; stone was cut, bricks were fired and men died. It is reasonable to assume that, of the 100,000 or so concentration camp inmates who perished at Sachsenhausen, Flossenbürg and Mauthausen, a large proportion of them died preparing the stone for the rebuilding of Berlin.
Germania was also very real for ordinary Berliners. From 1939 to 1942 the areas of the city earmarked for the project were being cleared and existing properties demolished. Even the nocturnal visits of the RAF in 1940 were welcomed by Speer’s staff as providing ‘valuable preparatory work’ for the demolition programme. Preparations elsewhere were similarly thorough. The district of the Spree-bend to the west of the Brandenburg Gate, for instance, was criss-crossed with test trenches and foundations, while to the south, by the end of 1939 the project’s first building, the Foreign Travel Office, was already completed in its essentials. Beneath it all, meanwhile, the complex of underpasses that would take through-traffic away from the new centrepiece of the Reich, had already taken shape.

The human cost

In all this demolition and construction countless thousands of people were directly affected in the German capital. Foremost among them were prisoners of war and forced labourers, who were housed in often substandard conditions and made to work around the clock and in all weathers. Despite his later protestations of innocence, Speer was never shy of exploiting PoWs as labour. Indeed in November 1941, after the opening successes of the war against the Soviet Union, he petitioned Hitler with a request for some 30,000 Soviet PoWs specifically for use in the construction of the ‘new Berlin’. Hitler acceded to the request, thereby bringing the total workforce overseen by Speer’s staff and working directly on Germania to around 130,000.
The building of Germania begins in the Tiergarten area of Berlin soon after the ceremonial laying of the foundation stone, Summer 1938. AKG Images
Civilians, too, faced considerable disruption. Those ‘Aryans’ who found themselves living in the way of Speer’s plans were rehoused, either in modern, purpose-built accommodation in the suburbs or else, as was more usual, in properties from which Jewish owners had been evicted. Already in 1938 Speer had suggested that the capital’s Jewish community should be moved into smaller properties, thereby freeing up larger buildings for the use of those Aryan Berliners displaced by the ongoing demolition works. By 1940 this process was well under way and many thousands of Jewish properties were being vacated.
Those displaced Jews, however, often found themselves – perversely – being moved into the path of Speer’s bulldozers. As the housing crisis in the capital worsened, many of them were unable to rent property and were forced into so-called ‘Jew-houses’, which were often those substandard blocks, already slated for demolition, that stood along the route of the construction works. There, amid chronic overcrowding and poor sanitary conditions, with as many as 200 families inhabiting a single block, they were effectively stripped of their few remaining legal rights as tenants. They could have had little inkling that worse was to come, but in October 1941 many of them would be aboard the first transports that would leave Berlin, destined for the ghetto at Łódz.
In this way the Germania project, despite being largely stillborn, had profound consequences, becoming a catalyst not only for the evolution of the concentration camp system but also for the development of Nazi policy against the capital’s Jews.
Speer’s plans for Berlin are fascinating. In an architectural sense, they are – if nothing else – a potent display of the astonishing extremes that can be reached by sycophantic architects. Yet any assessment of the Germania plans must reach beyond the narrow sphere of architecture, even if only a fraction of those designs ever graduated from the drawing board. Speer’s plans cannot simply be viewed from the architectural perspective alone: in examining them one is morally bound to consider not only the designs themselves but also the brutal methods by which they were brought into being.  
Germania, though largely unrealised, nonetheless projected its malign influence into many other spheres of life – and death – in the Third Reich. Its contempt for mankind was demonstrated not only in the treatment meted out to those doomed to cut its stone in the concentration camps or those who found themselves living in its path; it also extended to those who might one day have walked those granite-clad boulevards. It is notable, for example, that in all the plans a human dimension is almost completely lacking. Hitler, it appears, had absolutely no interest in the social aspects of the planning that he oversaw; his passion was for the buildings themselves rather than for the human beings who might one day inhabit them. Indeed it has been plausibly suggested by Frederic Spotts that the plans for Berlin’s reconstruction were themselves simply a manifestation of Hitler’s desire to reduce cities and even individuals to the status of mere playthings. When one recalls the images of the Führer stooped like some malevolent deity over his architectural models in the Reich Chancellery this is an interpretation that becomes instantly and chillingly persuasive.
Just as Albert Speer was never just an architect, therefore, Germania was never merely an architectural programme. It was, in fact, a perfect reflection of the dark, misanthropic heart of Nazism.
Roger Moorhouse is the author of Berlin at War: Life and Death in Hitler’s Capital 1939-45 (Bodley Head, 2010).

Ben Jonson, Britain’s first literary celebrity?

Brian Vickers

Ian Donaldson
BEN JONSON
A Life
533pp. Oxford University Press. £25 (US $39.95).
978 0 19 812976 9

Published: 15 February 2012
Ben Jonson

In the summer of 1619, two writers evaluated Ben Jonson’s character and career in contrasting terms. Anthony à Wood, in his biographical dictionary of distinguished Oxford alumni, summarized the reasons why Richard Corbett of Christ Church “and other poets of this University did in reverence for his parts” propose him for an MA Degree:
“His own proper industry and addiction to books, especially to ancient poets and classical authors, made him a person of curious learning and judgement, and of singular excellence in the art of poetry.”
At much the same time, William Drummond, Laird of Hawthornden, near Edinburgh, having had Jonson staying with him after his epic walk from London to Scotland, noted this about his guest:
“He is a great lover and praiser of himself, a contemner and scorner of others, given rather to lose a friend than a jest, jealous of every word and action of those about him (especially after drink, which is one of the elements in which he liveth) . . . . He is passionately kind and angry, careless either to gain or keep, vindicative, but if be well answered, at himself.”
Ian Donaldson’s excellent new biography is the fruit of a lifetime’s studyThe Informations to William Drummond, never intended for publication, are the most valuable biographical source for Jonson’s life and opinions about literature. Yet they are not always reliable. Having given his guest ample quantities of wine, Drummond recorded Jonson’s obiter dicta, punchlines in a conversation which the host may have guided, as Boswell sometimes did with Dr Johnson, with a mischievous intent. Drummond asks: “What think ye of Master Shakespeare?” Jonson replies: “That Shakespeare wanted art” – quite the opposite of what he was to write in his verses for the First Folio. Drummond’s critique of Jonson’s egoism may be excessive, yet the final sentence is perceptive about Jonson’s emotional extremes (“passionately kind and angry”), his lack of concern about earning or saving money, and his “vindicative” nature, a word “used here in its more positive Latin sense, ‘eager for judgement’ on all matters, including himself”.
Ian Donaldson’s excellent new biography is the fruit of a lifetime’s study, an immersion in its subject intensified by Donaldson’s work, “over the past decade and a half”, as a co-editor of the eagerly awaited Cambridge Edition of the Works of Ben Jonson. It gives the most detailed account we are likely to have of Jonson’s life, based on a mastery of primary and secondary sources, with many penetrating comments on his plays, masques and poems. From it a vivid portrait emerges of Jonson’s imposing presence, in life (he was of massive bulk, with a pock-marked face) as in his works. As Donaldson puts it, Jonson was always ready “to prompt and guide his audiences’ responses to his work through prologues, epilogues, choruses, inductions, epistles, and specially inserted or appended scenes: to point out beauties, novelties, precedents and authorial intentions”, a readiness to act as commentator on his own work which he shares with George Bernard Shaw. Jonson goes beyond Shaw, however, by his daunting presence at performances of his own plays. In Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet (1602), Dekker described Jonson sitting in a gallery during performances of his plays, making “vile and bad faces at every line . . . to make players afraid to take your part”. Indeed, Jonson has characters in his plays glance around apprehensively for the author: “He do not hear me, I hope”, says one, “I am looking lest the poet hear me”, says another. A prolific writer for the public theatre yet often at odds with it, Jonson called himself “Poet”.
In his turbulent career Jonson had many scrapes with the lawIn his turbulent career Jonson had many scrapes with the law, including prosecution for manslaughter, having killed the actor Gabriel Spencer in a duel in Hoxton Fields. Jonson escaped the gallows thanks to the old law excusing those who could read the so-called “neck-verse” from Psalm 51 as a test of literacy. In several plays, Jonson echoes his own experience with allusions to characters being “saved by the book”. Returning from his famous Scottish journey, Jonson has a character in his new masque announce that “one of our greatest poets – I know not how good a one – went to Edinburgh o’ foot, and came back”. (Donaldson, usually commendably attentive to the obsolete senses of words, fails to gloss “greatest”, which here means “largest”). In his final works, Jonson’s candour about his declining powers of invention, being “like an old bankrupt in wit”, makes his self-presentation in those plays seem rather pathetic.
In charting the arc of Jonson’s life, Donaldson draws on a wide range of historical scholarship to illuminate its varying contexts. One helpful account documents the widespread discontent at the number of Scottish courtiers surrounding James I, a ressentiment which helped fuel the Gunpowder Plot. Having long been at the centre of Jonson studies, Donaldson benefits from many recent textual discoveries, including one of three songs written for a banquet in 1607, identified in 2003 by Gabriel Heaton and James Knowles, and Knowles’s discovery in 1996 of a masque by Jonson and Inigo Jones called The Entertainment at Britain’s Burse. This was commissioned by Robert Cecil to celebrate the opening in 1609 of the New Exchange, Cecil’s grand new shopping mall in the Strand, designed to draw customers to the West End, away from Gresham’s Royal Exchange in the city. (Imagine Tom Stoppard and David Hockney collaborating on a show for the Westfield shopping centre.) Donaldson himself endorses the old theory that Jonson wrote the anonymous “Address to the Great Variety of Readers” in the Shakespeare Folio of 1623, but we shall have to wait until the supplementary electronic edition of the Cambridge Jonson is published in 2013 to see his full case.
As Donaldson shows, Jonson moved in an “unusual range of communities”, “religious, scholarly, theatrical, poetic, legal, parliamentary, civic, aristocratic”. He told Drummond that he had been converted to Roman Catholicism when awaiting trial in Newgate prison for the killing of Gabriel Spencer “by a priest who visited him in prison. Thereafter he was twelve years a papist”. Like many English Catholics, Jonson was frequently in trouble with the authorities on charges of recusancy. Although existing within several communities, Jonson could not be bound by them. An entry in Donaldson’s admirable index, “Troubles with the law”, lists six plays which also got Jonson into trouble. In 1597, he collaborated with Nashe on The Isle of Dogs, which was soon denounced to the authorities as a “seditious play”, presumably for its libelling of people in public life. Nashe fled to Great Yarmouth, but Jonson, together with Robert Shaa and Gabriel Spencer, two fellow players from Pembroke’s Men (which collapsed soon after), were arrested in August and placed in Marshalsea Prison until they were released in October, no charges having been pressed. More seriously, in 1605 Jonson collaborated with Marston and Chapman on Eastward Ho, which included some jokes against Scottish courtiers. Jonson and Chapman spent two months in prison, writing desperate letters to the authorities. Jonson got into further trouble for questionable allusions to powerful contemporary figures in 1601, with The Poetaster; in 1603, with Sejanus (when he was summoned before the Privy Council on charges of “Popery and treason”); in 1616, with The Devil Is an Ass, and in 1632, with The Magnetic Lady. Donaldson notes that all of Jonson’s plays were “remarkably attuned to the contemporary world”: sometimes too closely for his own good. As Sir Walter Ralegh wrote in the preface in his History of the World (1612), “Whosoever in writing a modern History, shall follow Truth too near the heels, it may haply strike out his teeth”.
Donaldson so often illuminates the links between Jonson’s life and works that it seems ungrateful to complain, but some interpretations seem far-fetched. He suggests that in Cynthia’s Revels the famous song “To Diana”, “Queen and huntress, chaste and fair” (its metre irremediably transformed in my ear by Britten’s setting of it in his Serenade for Tenor, Strings and Horn, converting its four beats per line into seven), the line “Hesperus entreats thy light” is a coded appeal to Elizabeth to forgive her former favourite Essex, whom Donaldson also identifies with “the flying hart” Actaeon. Later, we are told that Cynthia’s reference to Actaeon’s “fatal doom” was inserted at the last moment before Essex’s execution on January 6, 1601 “as a stern reminder of his downfall”. But Jonson can hardly be both pleading for Essex and saying that he deserved what he got. Donaldson suggests that “the society that Jonson depicts in Sejanus closely resembles that of Catholic communities in London . . . intimidated by the constant threat of surveillance, forced to maintain silence or communicate in whispers”; but in a later chapter he offers the same interpretation for Morose in Epicene, who has a pathological dislike of noise. Surely both parallels are illusory. Donaldson’s scholarship is generally reliable, but not always. Francis Bacon never served as a secretary to Essex. It is not true that “the title and location of the dramatic scene were customarily displayed onstage in Elizabethan times, for literate members of the audience to read”. Donaldson observes, rather tentatively, that “Jonson appears to have been familiar” with Calvin’s theology. But so were most educated men and women in the Jacobean period, as Nicholas Tyacke and the late Patrick Collinson showed. In any case, Jonson’s belief that poetry and drama should present the battle of virtue against vice goes back to Roman models.
These few quibbles apart, Donaldson’s new biography paints a vivid picture of Jonson at all stages of his life, including some strange bodily positions he got himself into. In 1598, having claimed the benefit of clergy for killing his adversary, Jonson was “branded with a hot iron on the fleshy part of the right hand thumb, probably with the letter M (for manslayer) . . . . Such a brand, immediately visible when the right hand was lifted up again in a courtroom, ensured that the benefit could be claimed only once”. In 1606, one of the masques that Jonson contrived with Inigo Jones, creating spectacles rivalling a Busby Berkeley musical, included a microcosm or globe which rotated magically, it seemed, “for no axle was seen to support it”: it was actually turned by Jonson himself, half-concealed behind a Roman altar. In 1612 Jonson agreed to travel abroad for a year as tutor to the nineteen-year-old Wat Ralegh, whose father was still imprisoned in the Tower. That “high spirited pupil” got his tutor dead drunk, stretched him out on a cart (weighing some 20 stone, Ben would have been a suitable model for Lucian Freud’s late work) and wheeled him about Paris, telling the citizens that this was “a more lively image of the crucifix than any they had”. When Jonson re-converted to Anglicanism – probably in 1610, following the assassination of Henri IV, a deed that caused James to bring in more stringent measures to control Catholics – Jonson told Drummond that “at his first communion, in token of true reconciliation, he drank out all the full cup of wine”. (An excusable gesture, we are told, if he was the only communicant.) Finally, and most oddly, after his death in 1637 Jonson was buried in Westminster Abbey. But in 1823, when his grave was opened to make room for other corpses, his body was found to have been buried in a vertical position, “with the head downwards and the back turned towards the east, the feet sticking upwards to within a few inches of the Abbey floor”. Another excavation in 1849 confirmed that the coffin had been placed in the upright position, a choice that gives a new meaning to the inscription originally placed nearby on “a pavement square of blue marble”, as John Aubrey recorded: “O RARE BEN JONSON”.
Ian Donaldson describes Jonson as “Britain’s first literary celebrity”, and “the dominant literary figure of his day”. He is the first biographer to do justice to the range and complexity of his life, an achievement that will be difficult to surpass.


Brian Vickers is Director of the Advisory Board for The Oxford Francis Bacon and General Editor of The Collected Works of John Ford, the first volume of which appeared last year.