This is an unusual history in that it is not focused on the lives of exceptional individuals who make their mark on history by important acts, thoughts, or good fortune. He was born onto the stage of history as the second son of Lucretia Borgia and Alfonso D 'Este, making him a wealthy princeling endowed with privilege and wealth from the start. Despite that good fortune, it appears that he left no indelible mark on the history of Europe or the Renaissance and would have been completely forgotten were it not for his having had a meticulous book keeper who left a record of all his household accounts, which Mary Hollingsworth drew on to write this history.
Those records in the ledgers of the book keeper form the heart of this telling of Ippolito D' Este's life. We learn a lot about Ippolito along the way. The number of horses and hounds he had, the number of hawks and how much they cost. We learn of how much he paid the stable boys and how much he paid his managers, The income he earned and the alms to the poor he paid. We learn the cost of his travels from home to France and back and along the way learn more about scudi, soldi, and sous--the currencies of the family accounts-- than we might ever want to. This is the lifestyle of the rich and famous 16th Century style from the dry-eyed viewpoint of an accountant.
His was an amazingly privileged lifestyle that cost incredible amounts to maintain in all its mundanity. In fact his one skill seems to have been his pursuit of social connections. He became a friend of King Francis I for nothing more than being rich, fashionable, generous with his family's wealth in gift giving, and always a good companion to have on a hunt or in a game of cards. He did not leave a reputation for being a wise councilor, a war leader, an inventor, an artist, merchant, or patron to the arts. None of these familiar routes to fame were his. But he had Francis I in his corner and the power of his family to eventually convince Leo III to make him a cardinal.
It was interesting to learn about the day-to-day expenses of a rich household in the Renaissance, but I have to say at times I wished it went more into the lives of the people. The author is left to infer personal details from what is in or missing from the ledgers and so this story is very much focused on the mundane. You know Ippolito's wardrobe better than you know him as a person. Nothing here would inspire a Shakespeare play or a Masterpiece Theater production, but if you are interested in how life really was, down to the amount one tipped a servant, how one dealt with a sick servant's salary, the cost for a peregrine falcon or the cost of transporting a wagon of hay or the number of pair of gloves a prince of the realm might own, than this book is one you will enjoy.