Whilst I read this this book, in my mind’s eye I was sitting in a university lecture theatre furnished with polished mahogany, and possessing a blackboard. Squeaking chalk ‘talks’ as does the lecturer, expressively, emphatically, chalk writing lightly, firmly, angularly, fuzzily, being as it is of the prehistoric Downs of Southern England. Whiteboard pens, by contrast, jarringly remind of the industrial chemistry of plastics: too soulless, too twentieth century.
There I was, my ears ‘hearing’ and eyes alert and glued to following my ghostly lecturer’s every word: every concept, illustration, direction, change of cadence, question, postulation, invitation, puzzle, exclamation of satisfaction, …. um, how CAN I summarise this? Sheer joy for, delight in, and abiding love of his subject. Knowledgeable, authoritative, enthusiastic, an astute observer of life and of death. Infectiously exciting, Dr Francis Pryor is a truly gifted communicator. From the earliest Palaeolithic through to the latest Iron Age, his book here seamlessly blurs the margins between the written and the spoken word. It’s a real page turner.
Before picking up and reading “Britain B.C.” (comprising the land mass of Great Britain, including Eire); “thrilling” was not a word I’d have naturally thought of applying to any humanities subject; lacking (to my arrogant mind) the scintillating beauty inherent within the rigor of mathematics and the physical sciences.
But then, before beginning to read this book, I hadn’t really given the timeline of my own country’s prehistoric history much thought (the time before the Roman invasion; or as Emeritus Professor Barry Cunliffe winsomely names it; “the Roman interlude”(p.367)). That is other than the odd white chalk horse I have admired here and there, gazing and pondering as to what purpose Silbury Hill could possibly have served (no one knows), and walking around the Stones of Avebury. I, too, have been left absolutely spellbound by both the extraordinary enormity of Maiden Castle, and by contrast; the thrill of navigating by an Ordnance Survey map, to visit individual, often out-of-the-way, Neolithic long cairns.
Throughout time, humanity has had a simple choice: adapt or perish (p.127). When looking at the vast timescale of what we call pre-history (in Britain, 500,000 years Before Present, up to Anno Domini 43), I found myself contemplating just how the Industrial Revolution in C19th Britain had changed the very rate of change so profoundly; now producing changes posing deadly serious questions as to the long term sustainability of our species on Earth.
Returning to Dr Pryor and the archaeology, another knotty problem needs to be faced. Is there ever a right time to apply modern methods to reassess sites and artefacts? Dr Pryor draws attention to Sir Mortimer Wheeler’s astute warning that “excavation is merely methodical destruction” (p.214). The future may hold scientific innovations of unimaginable analytical value; so how exactly should decisions to excavate or not to excavate (yet) be made?
At first I was puzzled not to find any significant focussed discussion as to the impact upon early human species (and societies?) of the death of individuals at a relatively young age. Back in those days, was there a very different, younger, definition of ‘middle-aged’? Did early Man know his living grandparents; or did the population remain so low for so long because short lifetimes radically reduced the available time for biological reproduction? Ah … but where’s the evidence? It’s a reminder that whilst we have so many rich prehistoric sites in Great Britain, by their very nature, and the state of our technology, so much does remain postulated rather than answered. Instead, this book doesn’t stint in other surprises. The use of cannabis in the Neolithic (p.224-225), for example!
I inwardly cheered at Dr Pryor’s assertion that as a population as a whole we have taken a wrong turning in preferring anodyne and inexpensive supermarket fare to the pleasures of coming together in large social groups, producing the food for, and sharing, our own feasts (p.315). I even felt arrogantly virtuous, thinking of my own immediate neighbours, and the annual BBQ we share, even if that is only one night of the year!
“Britain B.C.” is an extraordinary achievement. I am not academically qualified to peer-review this book; but as a lay person, I found even the mere construction of this (quite hefty) book to be unusually well planned and published, both for the order and quantity of material covered, tables and illustrations (both ink & photographic), and in how the information is ordered and presented. I can see this book meeting the needs of undergraduates, postgraduates, and the general reader. That is an unusually broad pool of users. Dr Pryor has achieved a remarkable success with this book. ”Britain B.C. is a truly great read, and possesses rare qualities of sense and structure that other, drier, academics might very usefully seek to emulate.