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432 pages, Hardcover
First published July 22, 2013
The idea that Milton was subconsciously “of the Devils party”—or putting it in more forceful terms that Satan is the true hero of Paradise Lost and God Almighty its true villain—has become one of the orthodoxies of modern literary history. It seems to accord with our sense of what is good and true, and it seems confirmed by the nature of the verse. Milton’s God is arbitrary and autocratic, and His words, when compared with Satan’s fiery speeches, are boring. According to one famous interpretation, by the literary critic William Empson, Milton’s God is actively evil. Satan, on the other hand, is dynamic. Pandemonium—the parliament of all the devils—is less like a royal court than a democratic senate. There is verbal thrust and verbal parry, the most fundamental challenging of authority. Non serviam, cries Satan. I shall not serve. His most memorable line may be “Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven!”While Pope’s eighteenth-century sensibilities couldn’t be further from the current zeitgeist—where individual experience is allowed free reign over every word and personal interpretation becomes sacrosanct—the twentieth century, as represented by Empson and the New Criticism, wasn’t immune to the lust for novelty that plagues modern discourse. Even when it ignores historical facts—whether they are facts concerning Milton’s religiosity or the ahistorical positioning of Twitter as a new sphere for public promulgation—people want to be part of something fresh.
Despite tortured attempts to attribute this “reading” to Milton’s conscious intention, It seems impossible that a seventeenth-century English Puritan would write a biblical epic in which God is the villain and Satan the hero, or that it would be received by nearly the entire Protestant eighteenth century as the greatest Christian poem ever written. It is much more likely that what seemed manifestly clear to the twentieth century never occurred to anybody for a century or more after the poem’s publication. When, however, the Old World view of the Great Chain of Being and the rightness of fixed hierarchies gives way to a very different view—of the generative power of dynamically interacting polarities--the phenomena may look very different. Yet unless we are willing to turn all of cultural history into a vast Rorschach test that can tell us only what is already in our own minds, we need to make a strenuous effort to grasp something very different from what may already be there. “A perfect judge will read each work of wit,” says Alexander Pope, “With the same spirit that its author writ.”
Blackmail today, which appears in detective fiction more frequently than in actual life, is a form of extortion in which Party A threatens Party B to reveal to the police or an unsuspecting spouse information concerning Party B so potentially injurious to him that he will be willing to pay to have it suppressed. This concept of blackmail assumes some actual information of a compromising nature. The eighteenth-century sense was somewhat more elastic. In general the blackmailer threatened publication of certain claims, presumed to be scandalous, in a book or journal of potentially wide circulation. The scandalous material might be true, partially true, or not true at all. It might be put in a fictional form that so very thinly disguised the objects of attack as to leave their identities obvious to anyone in the know.A platform for written communication that depends on an “ever-expanding reading public, insatiable in its appetite for scandal,” riddled with “scandalous material [that] might be true, partially true, or not true at all.” Everything old is new again.
The word “libel” originally meant just “a writing” or “a little book” as the libretto of an opera still does. It took on its negative and legal meanings only with the expansion of printing in the seventeenth century. In fact eighteenth-century “literary” blackmail, of which Robert Darnton has written so engagingly, was one of the undersides of the expanding “print culture” which was also one of the great enablers of the Enlightenment. It depended for its success on a robust gutter press and an ever-expanding reading public insatiable in its appetite for scandal.
As regards the development of modern experimental science, the sacramental assumption entailed ambivalent implications. A theologian whose chief interest in birds is to find in the Phoenix, mythical “Arabian bird,” an emblem of the self-sacrifice and Resurrection of Jesus Christ, is perhaps unlikely to become a knowledgeable ornithologist. Nor will we find a modern zoologist in the medieval friar and collector of animal exempla who perceives a noble ascetic lesson in the action of the beaver. The beaver (castor, in Latin), when hotly pursued by his carnivore enemy, escapes by castorating himself, leaving the detached testicles in the path to distract his pursuers, while he makes his way to safety. (This is an allegory of the ascetic vow of chastity, taken by those who flee the world and “make of themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of God’s sake.”Why would a medieval monk create this allegory, and why select beavers to be on the receiving end of this horrific defense mechanism? The Dark Side of the Enlightenment is silent on these burning questions, and the internet is distressingly quiet on the issue as well. Further troubling how simple it would be to take a medieval metaphor and create the same sort of modern misinterpretation—the patronizing, diminishing view of an uneducated past—that gave rise to the misconception that Hic Sunt Dracones was a literal warning of dragons prowling at the edges of civilization. That labeling was more cartographical shorthand, key iconography symbolizing the mysteries inherent in an uncharted portion of the world rather than literal zoological annotation.
The furnace [of an alchemist] had two chambers, separated by a carefully constructed tight-fitting door called by the wonderful name of the “seal of Hermes”—the distant original of our “hermetically sealed” and “vacuum-packed” processed foods. The complex of retorts and alembics used in the distillation process was called the pelican, as the positioning of a long glass “beak” suggested the distinctive shape of that bird. In the moralizing nature of the bestiaries, the “pious” pelican was said to feed its young with its own very life blood spouting from its pierced breast. The commonplace interpretation of the “pious pelican” as image of the self-sacrifice of Christ was incoherently, but piously, attached to the alchemist’s quest.The chaste beaver, the pious pelican, and the messianic phoenix are joined by our modern fail whale, keyboard cat, and orly owl; allegory or meme, cultural shorthand is remains incoherent. Will the future generations puzzle over whether we truly believed that cat was playing the keyboard, proscribing on us a certain naïve barbarism or hopeless cultural ignorance—soulless pagans condemned to purgatory for want of an anno domini birthdate? Only time will tell.
There was a conspicuous mismatch between the middle-aged diplomat and the romantic teenager. One anecdote among many culled from her letters and her journal offers dramatic evidence of the hypersensitivity and egocentrism that her critics have found culpable. The child bride had unreasonable (we would say neurotic) worries about the safety of her husband, especially any time he was on horseback. One day when he was riding and she awaited his scheduled return, a rainstorm began. She fretted for his safety and could not restrain herself from setting off on foot to meet him along the road--an act that was from any practical point of view foolish and useless. When they met on the road, the nonplussed husband was so indelicate as to point this out to her. Why had she not stayed snug at home? That’s what he would have done. This fatal want of emotional extravagance struck her like a knife to the heart.The “she” referenced above was Julie de Krüdener, “a great “character” in an age of great characters, but she is hardly known today. One struggles to find a plausible modern analogue. Think, perhaps, of a combination of Danielle Steele and Mother Teresa.” Many a page is dedicated to Madame de Krüdener, both mondaine and dévote and she lives up to the ambiguity admirably, personifying the spirit of the era, as well as this book—no one quite knew at the time what would shake out to be provable, tenable reality and what would end up being mystical fantasy.
The apparent significance of Greatrakes’s cures for Stubbe is that they are the first known instance of God performing miracles among the Protestants. His view is surprisingly liberal. He doubts not that Catholics and Muslims have indeed had their miracles. “Undoubtedly God hath permitted all Religions (though not the Protestants, till now) to have their real miracles, that men may learne to trye Miracles by the Truth, and the Truth by Miracles.” Though he knows he is writing to a great man of science, he makes so bold as to attempt various scientific explanations of his own. Since disease can be spread by contagion, why might it not also be cured by contagion? This may have been a common speculation among the “Ragley group,” as it had already appeared in More’s Enthusiasmus Triumphatus (1656): “there may be very well a sanative and healing contagion, as well as a morbid and venomous.”Repositioning a time period that is colloquially defined by its quest for rational behavior as an extension of the mystical, belief-driven culture it was built upon is a fascinating quest of epic proportion. It can create insight into modern cyber-utopianism and idealist futurism, if you’re looking for them. It can likely serve to illuminate whatever cultural mores or movements you're looking to uncut (or support). Regardless of whether you draw modern parallels of cultural relevancy from The Dark Side of the Enlightenment or are just looking for excellent writing by a preeminent scholar, it is thoroughly enjoyable to be presented with minute details of a time period typically referenced by broad cultural strokes. It is eminently readable and delightfully entertaining, recommended for anyone willing to confront demanding text and complex thoughts.