What a challenge! To condense the massive history of Byzantium from 657 BC-1453AD in readable, accessible prose that shares a deep love of history.
Richard Fidler begins with the disclosure "I learnt nothing about Byzantium in school." While I loved both Ancient and Modern History in school I retained only sketchy knowledge of the story of Constantinople. I revelled in awe-inspiring recognitions on first visiting the Colosseum, Pantheon, and numerous cathedrals during seven years in Europe, but never travelled so far east as Istanbul.
This book might be tossed aside as boring history if Fidler had not inserted the human touch: he counterpoints the past with the present, and shares personal insights of son Joe on his rite of passage travels. He agonises when Joe is slow to board a tram and left behind on the platform; muses on the role of parenting and accepts this will be reversed with Joe's maturity. Meanwhile he rues that his offspring "lump us into the same age brackets as their grandparents, which is simply 'old'...It's a though we weren't paying attention one day and stupidly left our youth on a bus."
Vignettes of father-son discoveries and ribbings rescue the reader just when eyes glaze over at thumbnail portraits of numerous emperors and empresses: Theodosius, Theodore and Theodora; Justinian and Justin; Constantine The Great (#1) through to Constantine XV. Such is the sweep of history that Fidler must sketch many character studies in a page or so.
After macho propensities for eye-gouging and execution, readers can welcome strong yet refined females, like Anna Comnena, the world's first-known female historian; Helena, the former tavern girl, discarded consort then honoured mother of the supreme Augustus, who was made a saint, partly for saving holy relics during her pilgrimage to Jerusalem. She brought the Holy Nails and piece of the True Cross to Constantinople. Theodora, the bear-keeper's daughter, burlesque dancer and prostitute who entranced Justinian and became a craft empress, and instigated a program of law reform to improve the status of Roman women. Theophanu of the daily bath, who introduced her golden fork to table of western Europe, "...Which is why, whenever you pick up pasta with a fork, you enact, in a very small way, a symbolic union of Rome with Constantinople, and a reunion of the eastern and western empires."
Given the spread of Byzantium influence Fidler sweeps wide around the world from Russia to the impact that led to a wave of trade route exploration and hence new lands like America. There's Harald of Norway and Viking graffiti, little stick figures that say: 'Halfdan carved these runes' so "For several days Joe and I refer to ourselves in the third person as 'Halfdan', as in, 'Halfdan hungry'...'Halfdan want to go back to room and watch Turkish TV now'."
Events are often blood curdling but then comes relief in folk tales of Melusine or the resonance of male voices raised in Byzantium chant. Fidler gives new insights to this professional musician by contrasting the ison underlying heavy drone, which doesn't move as it exists out of time, with the melody that moves up and down through time.
In the poignant later pages a glorious civilisation tumbles inexorably downhill: "As Ottoman power flourished, Constantinople shrank further into its own skin..." Yet Mehmed must fight waves of tough resistance from the once-great metropolis until "The city was desolate, lying dead, naked, soulless, having neither form not beauty".
This absorbing book spreads its wings around the world, past the Byzantium realm into its influence on philosophy and religious belief systems. It helps us understand the perplexing tenacity of Muslim expansion. Above all, it expands the minds and horizons of readers.