First, a confession. I am very much a modern historian. My qualifications are in modern history. My evidential sensibilities are those of a modern historian. For a time, anything before 1837 may as well have been marked with 'here be dragons', and I'd have been none the wiser. For a historian reliant on a primary written record, who can look up newspaper reports, diary entries from a literate society, Hansard, the lot, the early middle ages present something of a challenge, and one not unfamiliar to my fellow history teachers when we are asked the inevitable question: But how do we know?
Enter Max Adams.
There are written sources for the period. I was going to write 'of course there are', but that very much is not the point. The point is that those written sources are lacking. For every entry in the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, there's a silence in the written record surrounding it. So how do we know what happened? A line or two, written sometimes 200 years after the fact, hardly sheds light on events. My inner modernist almost screams with frustration as the written record fails. And that's where we look at the archaeology.
Adams' work is magisterial. That's not something I say lightly. He takes what he can from the at times unreliable written record, and expertly intertwines it with what the archaeology tells us. This is a book that understandably is bereft of true historical characters, but their actions are still obvious. We may not find out much about the character and personality of each of the people who drift across the page, frustratingly out of focus through the lens of time, but we do get to see the ripples spreading out from their initial impacts. But because this is a book grounded in the archaeology - along with what must be said to be a true mastery of the written sources we do have - it is a story of landscapes and geography. Where things were found combines with what has been found, and what these things tell us about developing power structures. Where the character is absent, structures become increasingly clear, writ large across the Midlands landscapes in locations evocatively brought to life.
That isn't to say at times this isn't a frustrating book. The first half feels elusive, a loose narrative based heavily on a small handful of sources and the assumptions that can be made from established archaeological finds. Take Penda. His presence looms throughout that first half, until Æthelbald strides into history with his transformative reign. But barring a small number of events, he drifts in and out. Conclusions drawn can only ever be provisional, subject to new finds and interpretations. The few events don't form a coherent narrative - no fault of the author, whose skill in drawing his conclusions and explaining them is outstanding - but to a modernist as myself the sort of thing that challenges and moves one beyond a comfort zone. Even when the sources begin to tell a more fleshed-out story the questions are never quite answered. In a ten-page study of the construction of Offa's Dyke, Adams has to admit, multiple times, that we just cannot be sure of the dates of its construction or its purpose.
None of this, of course, is the fault of the historian. It is the very nature of historiography about this period of history. Shine a candle, as Adams says in his concluding remarks, and there are still so many unlit shadows. For a historian used to illumination, the darkness poses a challenge. It's one reason why I've begun to enjoy early medieval history; it forces a reader to think in a new way about what confronts them.
And that isn't to say that clear conclusions cannot be drawn, or that any of this is unimportant. Quite the opposite. Adams traces a truly formative period in the development of royal - and more broadly state - power that helps us to understand modern power structures and society. The mirror held up to this distant past, 1400-1100 years ago, helps us to see our own world in a new light.
Finally, it does help that Adams is a superb writer. Many historians have a mastery of the sources; others hide a lack of that behind the ability to spin a yarn. Adams manages both. And where he does not - or cannot - know an answer, he both admits it and pulls together a plausible sequence of events. His evocative histories are becoming a must-read for this particular modernist who cannot resist the pull of a time which shows us another way of doing history.