Book publishing is an odd business. This book for instance, was originally published in October 2006 with the subtitle The Rise of Feminism, Science, and Art from the Cults of Catholic Europe. It was then republished, with the same cover image and page count, in March 2008 with the subtitle And the Beginning of the Modern World. The first version is currently available on Amazon as a hardcover but not as an eBook, and the second version can be had as a paperback or Kindle eBook. Somewhere between those two editions the marketing people must have got involved and saw an exploitable niche.
In both versions the book is presented as volume five in Cahill’s six volume Hinges of History, of which I have previously read Sailing the Wine-Dark Sea, volume four of the series.
Cahill has a rather unconventional writing style for a historian: anecdotal, conversational, and loaded with frequent anachronistic cultural references. Not only does he mention Desperate Housewives and Sex and the City, but he also tosses in a personal recommendation for a restaurant with an excellent selection of wines, and even works The Story of O into the conversation (a 70s porn flick – don’t ask me how I know that). For a time I considered the idea that the book was intended as a supplemental textbook for a college history or women’s studies class, and the references to TV shows were intended to hold the attention of fidgety sophomores.
Nevertheless, there is good history here, and Cahill has done considerable research. The book is not intended to be comprehensive, and instead uses specific people and incidents to give the reader a sense of life in the High Middle Ages. Some of those he introduces will be familiar to readers of history and art, such as Roger Bacon, Dante, and Giotto, but others are less well known, particularly the women, including Hildegarde of Bingen, Eleanor of Aquitaine and Héloïse d'Argenteuil (she of Héloïse and Abelard). These were important historical figures, although they lived in such a different world from ours that I think we should be wary of assertions that they were proto-feminists in any meaningful way.
Still, the gradual acceptance of women as full citizens had to start somewhere, and it wasn’t in Greece or Rome. Cahill makes a good point when he says, “Science could never have asserted its sensible self within Judeo-Christian society had it not been for the goad that Greek reason provided. Feminism, on the other hand, might well have asserted its relevance without classical influence of any kind, for there was within the Greco-Roman world hardly a whit of feminism anywhere.” (p. 308)
Cahill is clearly a great admirer of Dante, and quotes T.S. Eliot’s famous line that “Dante and Shakespeare divide the modern world between them; there is no third.” I, however, think a distinction should be made between great literature and depraved intent. Dante was a bitter man by the time he wrote The Divine Comedy, exiled from his beloved Florence and wandering from place to place to whoever would give him temporary shelter.
His depictions of the torments of hell can be entertaining if seen as a kind of silly Grand Guignol, like modern horror-comedy movies, but Dante was not playing for laughs. He was deadly serious, which makes his depictions grotesque and vicious. Cahill takes pains in his book to show that the Middle Ages were not actually as barbaric as they are often depicted, but that argument falls flat when considering Dante’s vision of hell. I side with Will Durant on this, as he wrote in The Age of Faith, “Half the terrors of the medieval soul are gathered into this gory chronicle. As one reads its awful pages the gruesome horror mounts, until at last the cumulative effect is oppressive and overwhelming. Not all the sins and crimes of man from nebula to nebula could match the sadistic fury of this divine revenge. Dante’s conception of hell is the crowning indecency of medieval theology.”
I liked the way Mysteries of the Middle Ages was set up, mimicking the appearance of a medieval manuscript, and I especially liked the use of sidenotes within the body of the text. There was no need to flip to the back of the book to see amplifying information, or worse, endure the modern publishing trend where citations are not identified in the main text at all, and readers have to guess if there is more information in the back. It is not necessary to spend time reading the sidenotes, but I found them interesting and informative. The book is also well illustrated with maps, drawings, and color photos.
For all its idiosyncrasies I enjoyed this book, just as I enjoyed Sailing the Wine-Dark Sea. Cahill’s writing style is not for everyone, but I learned things, lingered over the maps and pictures, and spent time considering his premises in light of what I already knew about history. All in all, this book was time well spent.