He was in a cage — the bars were gilded but it was still a cage — and there was no room in which to turn round. Not that he ever wanted to. This was a culture that did not just allow or encourage, it positively privileged exhibitionism, narcissism, self-indulgence and sensualism. Brimming with energy, self confidence and testosterone, the young Augustus took to it like a duck to water.
What I like about this book is that pulls off centring a mid-ranked character while being selective about the context it provides the reader. Presumably aware of the constraints of length and attention spans, Blanning goes for entertainment, much like its subject.
Augustus was a keen tosser, directing that a special space for fox-tossing should be added to the plans for the reconstruction of the Jagerhof.
Blanning clearly had fun writing about Augustus, in that he focused on what was interesting and did not worry too much about a complete narrative of the period. Significant portions of the Great Northern War are skimmed over, the War of Spanish Succession practically ignored. It says something about Blanning’s confidence as historian that he realises that you can do that when you set out what you want to talk about early – Augustus made bad foreign policy choices which took events out of his control, while remaining an interesting ruler in his cultural contributions.
Blanning sets out the expectations on a ruler of that age early then emphasises events and activities in Augustus’ life that reflected (or didn’t) that ideal. While Blanning’s introduction is quite negative on Augustus, the narrative of his life suggests he did alright (even if Blanning favours only 8 extramarital children managed by Augustus, not 354 as legend tells it).
However, this is not to decribe book as ignorant of the geopolitical situation. The issues of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth are dealt with at length. I would even be daring enough to say that you could read this as an introductory book to the period – yes, you miss key things, but it gives you the “vibe”.
Augustus was not the stuff of which historiographical heroes are made. He was undoubtedly a rascal, self-indulgent, recklessly extravagant, unprincipled, ruthless in the pursuit of sensual pleasure — not to mention all the other pejorative epithets directed by the wagging fingers of indignant moralizers. But he was also a great risk-taker, never dull, lived in exciting times, was always trying this or that, and if not larger than life then certainly brimful with vitality.