The Year of Three Kings
by Giles St. Aubyn
All this talk of civil war in the middle of Islamo-land got me to working on my book shelves. Yeah I know, it seems a little “See No Evil”-ish, but I can’t help but compare our present world to that which has already been stamped into our collective thought processes. Looking at history, I wonder how we got to our uniquely American process of debate (and not obfuscate). Will we be led to a consummation of the dogs of war? Believe it or not—stick with me here—Richard III bears some current relevancy. And what of those who debated the royal figures of yore? Many times they were “stamped” themselves.
Many years ago, I used to be quite the Shakespearean dilettante, having read nearly every work of the Bard, and even going so far as to study his tragedies under the tutelage of the esteemed John Velz of The University of Texas at Austin.
But as of late, most of my scholastick memories are dimm’d, and I can nary recall a fathom of verse from anywhere in the digest of English literary dramaticks.
Not long ago, I uncovered a book from my past—it was one of dad’s (or mom’s?)—called The Year of Three Kings: 1483, by Giles St. Aubyn. The original publish date was 1983, and I’ve just about wrecked the dust cover by toting it around the last week or so.
The title is a little deceptive. I mean, three kings are discussed, along with the lineages and patronages of about 40 other late-medieval-to-early English Renaissance individuals of celebrity. But ultimately, the book is about Richard III, and whether or not he was such a bad guy.
Anyone who’s ever read One Hundred Years of Solitude knows that following a plotline is difficult enough without having to remember which Duke of Gloucester is which or which Richard from Shakespeare the “Summer sun of York” is referring. Or if Lawrence Olivier was better as Richard III or as Heathcliffe, or if Henry VI was the wimpy king and if it was really Edward the VIII who married Mrs. Simpson and they lived happily ever after being Nazis on a Caribbean island. PTL for the Internets, because I could never keep the Henrys and the Edwards straight when I was in school and I don’t know how I ever got enough questions right to earn a four-year degree. And you folks reading this right now should be thanking God I went into the creative literary arts and not surgery.
Hey, but my point is, I really really like it a lot when an author-historian can keep all that stuff straight for me. And because the book does (eventually) drill down narrowly enough to focus our ire or attention on Richard III, we can keep the rest of the worldly realms in proper context.
I got a nice buzz out of reading this book 30 years after its release, and juxtaposing it with the fresh-off-the-wires news from the UK Guardian of how the bones of Ricky 3 had been unearthed before the foundation for a convenience store was about to become the sarcophagus-top of his eternal tomb. Shakespeare referred to Ricky 3 in his “fictional” work as a “hunchback”. St. Aubyn believed from his research that that was a fabrication. Both Men of Letters were wrong (kinda sorta)! The irksome King had scoliosis, as it was highly apparent from the position and present condition of the skeletal remains.
Did that make him mean? I dunno! It is somewhat problematic, as St. Aubyn points out, that the guy was nice enough that he could be entrusted to the be the guardian of his nephew and heir-apparent, the 13-year old Edward V, one minute, and the next minute, he’s pell-mell knocking off dukes and children and heir-apparents all over the place.
I’m exaggerating. But I’m not. That’s what’s so funny about the whole story.
St. Aubyn puts it quite bluntly, and here I paraphrase one of his historian-contemporaries: by our (20th-century) frame of mind, what Ricky 3 did is quite appalling. But in the context of civil-war torn England in the 15th century, “Meh.”
Nonetheless, it really makes one wonder if someday we as Americans won’t become immune or inured to the mishandlings and non-transparent miscreant deeds of a less-than-scrupulous hunchback leader. I think this latest summer Constitutional manhandling has the makings of becoming a winter of discontent for many honest Americans. Unfortunately, Presidents aren’t known to stand on the frontlines of their own wars, taking on the spears, as Ricky 3 was. Our divine election is still ours and not the kingmakers’.