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Congratulations, Hildegard!

By Elizabeth A. Lehfeldt (W&M Regular Contributor)

Congratulations to Hildegard of Bingen (1098-1179)!  Pope Benedict XVI has announced that he will recognize her as a Doctor of the Church in October of this year.  She will join the ranks of only thirty-three other individuals and she will be only the fourth woman to receive this prestigious recognition.  What does this title mean and what is its significance for Hildegard of Bingen?

According to the Catholic Encyclopedia, “certain ecclesiastical writers have received this title on account of the great advantage the whole Church has derived from their doctrine.”  So it wouldn’t surprise us to find the likes of St. Augustine, St. Jerome, and St. Bede the Venerable among their ranks.  Considering the vast array of ecclesiastical writers and theologians that populate Catholic history, however, the list is surprisingly short and exclusive.  And the previous female additions to this canon have come only in the last forty-five years: St. Teresa of Avila (1970), St. Catherine of Siena (1970), and St. Thérèse of Lisieux (1997).

Hildegard of Bingen was a visionary nun of the twelfth century.  In addition to recording her visionary experiences, she wrote on a vast array of other topics, including the natural sciences and theology.  In her lifetime she corresponded with popes and was sought out by other ecclesiastics for her advice.  She also wrote music that has been widely performed and recorded in the modern era.  Click here for a sample of from one of these recordings.

The nomination to be a Doctor of the Church must come from the papacy or an ecumenical council (although no council has ever exercised this prerogative).  Thus, the decision to nominate may tell us as much about the nominee as it does about the historical context during which that recognition is achieved (an approach that has been effectively applied to the study of canonization proceedings as well).

Benedict XVI appears to have a particular affinity for Hildegard.  He has spoken about her in several general audiences dating back to at least 2010.  In September of that year he said She brought a woman’s insight to the mysteries of the faith. In her many works she contemplated the mystic marriage between God and humanity accomplished in the Incarnation, as well as the spousal union of Christ and the Church. She also explored the vital relationship between God and creation, and our human calling to give glory to God by a life of holiness and virtue.”  He has continued to include her in his remarks, indicating most recently his decision to elevate her to the status of Doctor.

Curiously, he will have to canonize her as a saint first, since that is required for the status of Doctor and Hildegard had only previously reached the ranks of the beatified.

Elizabeth A. Lehfeldt is Chair and Professor of History at Cleveland State University.  She writes on the history of gender in premodern Europe.

The Cloister and Accounts Payable

By Elizabeth A. Lehfeldt (W&M Regular Contributor)

When I began doing research on early modern convents, one of my favorite finds in the archives was their account books.  At first glance they were impenetrable.  Only by spending hours paging through through them carefully did their internal logic reveal itself.  There is no double-entry bookkeeping, for example.  Expenditures are grouped together and then all sources of income are listed collectively.  Once I got acclimated to their format, I realized that they were a treasure trove of information about convent life.  Take, for example, the books from the convents of Santa Isabel and Santa María de las Huelgas, both located in the city of Valladolid.

photocopy of a page from the archives of Santa Isabel de Valladolid

At the turn of the seventeenth century, the pages of these account books reveal that the nuns consumed meat, fish, wine, oil, and eggs with some regularity.  “As was customary” the nuns of Santa Isabel were allowed to enjoy pastries at Sunday dinner.  The nuns employed a variety of personnel to help them manage their properties and estates.  Since normally women were prohibited from performing the sacraments they also had to hire and pay priests to perform these tasks [see my last post for interesting cases of when women could perform sacraments].  The nuns also had to maintain the liturgical life of the community.  They purchased items like wax and missals.  Music was central to their devotional life; the accounts record expenditures for bellows for an organ and strings for a harp.  Just like their secular counterparts, the nuns were constantly having to do maintenance on their physical plant: repairing a sewer; paying someone to pave a walkway, rebuilding chimneys, walls, and doors.  They might also pay large sums of money to local artisans for more elaborate projects like repairs to an upper cloister or the commissioning of an altarpiece.

Yet perhaps the most intriguing insight that comes from the pages of these books is that convent officers were responsible for all of this activity and the bookkeeping and responsibilities that it generated.  The books include the signatures of nuns who handled money and acted as stewards and accountants.  Twice yearly, the abbess added her signature to the records.  Despite the fact that their male contemporaries did not think them capable of rational administration, the evidence yielded by these weathered books makes clear that these women managed their resources efficiently and carefully.

Elizabeth A. Lehfeldt is Professor of History at Cleveland State University.  She is currently at work on a project exploring the material culture of convents in early modern Europe.

A Queen’s Anger

By Elizabeth A. Lehfeldt

In the summer of 1474 (only a few months after the acclamation ceremony I described in my earlier post), King Fernando met with miserable failure on the battlefield.  Upon returning to the court, according to the chronicler Juan de Flores, his wife, Queen Isabel, delivered a scathing harangue: “Using the courageous words of a man rather than those of a fearful woman,” she upbraided Fernando.  She said that as news reached her of the outcome she “had sat in the palace, with an angry heart, gritted teeth and clenched fists.”  She berated his temerity and weakness.*

Despite the fact that there are at least five contemporary chronicles of the monarchs’ reign, this account of the queen’s anger only appears in the one by Juan de Flores.  Only one other comments on Isabel’s emotional state, saying simply that she was saddened by the loss.

We should ask ourselves, then, what image of the queen does Flores’ account create?  At first blush we might think that he is criticizing her.  What right did she have to speak to her husband like that?  Conduct manuals of the day cautioned wives—even powerful ones—to be silent, circumspect, and obedient.  Curiously, Flores may thwart this dilemma by endowing her with manly attributes.  And he doesn’t limit himself to descriptions of Isabel.  In fact, this assertive Isabel is consistent with his portrait of another forthright personality of Isabel’s day, Beatriz de Bobadilla.  Beatriz, due to her husband’s illness, had periodically administered the city of Segovia.  According to Flores, she performed the necessary tasks “like a very discrete man and woman” and with a “shrewdness more intense than women customarily possess.”   Like Isabel, Beatriz conducts herself in a masculine fashion.

Flores’ contemporaries would have seen in his portrayals of Isabel and Beatriz familiar images of what they called a mujer varonil or manly woman.  It was also how a fifteenth-century Spanish biography described the cross-dressing warrior Joan of Arc.  This gender-bending category praised women not for feminine virtue, but for the transcendence of their womanly nature (perceived as weak) and the assumption of male qualities.  Thus, Isabel’s anger is not a liability, but rather an indication of her strength.

* All translations are my own taken from Flores’ Crónica incompleta de los Reyes Católicos.

Elizabeth A. Lehfeldt is Professor of History at Cleveland State University.  She writes on the history of gender in Europe between 1400 and 1700 with an emphasis on Spain, queens, and convents.

Arresting Beauty: Julia Margaret Cameron

Call I follow I follow let me die

Call, I Follow, I Follow, Let Me Die

By Beth Dunn (Wonders & Marvels Contributor)

I longed to arrest all the beauty that came before me, and at length that longing has been satisfied.”

-Julia Margaret Cameron

Julia Margaret Cameron was widely regarded as the ugly duckling of her family. Born in India into a clan of famously beautiful women, the daughter of a British officer of the East India Company, Julia was always considered plain and uninteresting.

And indeed, for most of her life, she seemed destined to bear this out. She was married early to a man twice her age, and they continued to live quietly in India for the first ten years of their marriage. Then he retired and they returned to England, where they settled into the next chapter of the comfortable, if unspectacular existence that had been charted out for her.

But then, on her 48th birthday, Julia received a camera as a gift from her daughter.  And at that, she was off and running.

It wasn’t particularly easy to be an amateur photographer at the time. Materials were costly, models were hard to come by, and the laborious process of developing and printing the work involved long hours and at least a passing fondness for chemistry.

But Julia was fortunate in these things — she had money, she had time, and she access to models by way of her own children and servants, and even to celebrities by way of her sister, who hosted a regular salon in Kensington that brought the cream of the literary and artistic world together on a regular basis.

Annie Philpot

Annie Philpot

Her portraits were ethereal, soft-focus, and sensual. She produced close-cropped portraits of children and young women, as well as dreamy allegorical and historical tableaux, all in the pursuit of “arresting beauty,” as she would write later, as if she wanted only to preserve her subjects in amber for all time.

And of course that’s why I love 19th century portrait photography — because it does preserve the faces of the past with an immediacy and an intimacy that even the best oil or pastel can’t give you. Most portraits from this era, in fact, can give you that startling jolt of recognition, of seeing human eyes peering back out at you from the past, which makes old photography so compelling.

But Julia Cameron’s photography takes it a step further, because her work allows you to see into the mind of the person standing behind the camera.

You have an absolute sense that here is somebody who knows what she is trying to capture, and she’s willing to go to any lengths necessary to get it down, to lock it in time, and save it for future eyes to see, to marvel at, to comprehend.

While much of Julia’s work survives today because she was meticulous about registering and copyrighting all of her work, much of it has also been preserved because of its subject matter.

In many cases, her portraits of the great figures of the day are the only — or in some cases, the best — that survive. Ellen Terry, Charles Darwin, Lord Tennyson, Robert Browning, William Rossetti — her lens opened and closed on a brief moment of time in each of their fascinating, turbulent lives.

Sir John Herschel

She found a friend and mentor in Sir John Herschel, son of the famous astronomer of an earlier generation, who introduced her to the intricacies of photography and who shared with her the very latest scientific advances in the new medium. She took his portrait, too.

It took almost one hundred years for Julia’s work to begin to receive the recognition it deserved, when a 1948 book celebrated her early contributions to the field.

Prior to this mention, she had been included in the 1886 Dictionary of National Biography, in a brief sketch of her life that was written by her niece and frequent model, Julia Prinsep Stephen, who would later become somewhat better known as the mother of Virginia Woolf.

The Victoria and Albert Museum in London has an extensive collection of Julia Margaret Cameron’s work, most of which you can access and browse online. The V&A will also feature works by Julia Margaret Cameron in an exhibit to celebrate the new Photographs gallery, opening on October 24, 2011.

(Hat tip to Essie Fox, The Virtual Victorian, for reminding me of Julia Margaret Cameron’s work, and for the news about the upcoming exhibit.)

Beth Dunn is a writer and novelist with a fierce attachment to 19th century history, literature, and decorative arts that is rapidly approaching the obsessive. She blogs at An Accomplished Young Lady, where she generally lets it all hang out. I mean. In a totally appropriate, 19th-century kind of way.

Theodora

By Stella Duffy

TheodoraIn 527AD Theodora was crowned Empress of Rome in Constantinople. The daughter of a bear-keeper, she had risen from poverty to become the city’s most successful comedian and acrobat. At eighteen she ran away with the Governor of the Pentapolis (modern day Libya), and when he broke off their relationship she travelled to Egypt, where she underwent a religious conversion. She was reviled by contemporaneous historian Procopius for her lascivious stage shows, made a saint in the Orthodox Church for her dedication to the faith, and named ‘our most pious consort’ by her husband, enabling her to rule when he lay ill during the plague pandemic.

This complex woman is immortalised in the mosaics of the Church of San Vitale in Ravenna, Italy – a city she never saw.

Theodora is depicted in full Imperial garb, accompanied by an entourage of prominent women. Scholars offer varying meanings the mosaics; they exhibit the powerful stance taken by both Emperor and Empress in their leadership; the Imperial couple are leading the faithful into the Church (standing opposite each other to symbolise their opposing views in an early Christian schism); and perhaps most intriguingly, that a curtain is held open for Theodora because the mosaic may have been completed after her death, her likeness taken from a death mask.

Whatever the truth behind the imagery, the mosaics are now a UNESCO World Heritage site and we are fortunate to have a glimpse of such an astonishing woman, crafted in her own time.

About the author: Stella Duffy has written twelve novels, eight plays, and over forty short stories. Her novels have twice been longlisted for the Orange Prize and she is a recipient of the Crime Writer’s Association Short Story Dagger Award. In addition to her writing work she is an actor and theater director. She lives in London with her wife.

Theodora

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An Unusual Political Marriage

By Elizabeth A. Lehfeldt, Professor and Chair, History Department, Cleveland State University

She was twenty-three years old when surprising news reached her in the city of Segovia in 1474.  Her half-brother, Enrique IV, the King of Castile, had died.  She was the lawful heir to his throne—the new sovereign ruler.  She was also married.  In 1469 she had wed the presumed successor to the kingdom of Aragon, Fernando.  She was, however, alone in the city of Segovia when she received the news of Enrique’s death; Fernando was traveling in Aragon.  In Castile Isabel faced a restless nobility and a competitor for the throne, Enrique’s daughter, Juana.  Despite her legal rights to the realm (Castile had nothing like the Salic Law of France that excluded women from succession to the throne), she had to contend with a culture that viewed the political power of women warily or even with outright hostility.  Many probably expected her to turn the reins of power over to her husband.

But she didn’t.  Instead, recognizing the power of swift, decisive action, she quickly staged an acclamation ceremony and did not wait for him to arrive and participate.  She dressed herself regally and processed through the streets of Segovia.  According to at least two chroniclers, she had a member of the nobility walk ahead of her, carrying an unsheathed sword, long-identified as the symbol of justice.  One of these chroniclers found this highly unusual, condemning her ostentatious presumption when such an action was more appropriately her husband’s prerogative.  The other defended her, saying it was her right.  Even if Fernando had been present, he argued, it was still appropriate that the sword accompany her, since she was sovereign ruler of Castile.

Her husband, Fernando, was less sanguine.  Upon hearing the news of the ceremony and her use of the sword, he reportedly remarked to one his courtiers how strange it was for her to employ such a “manly attribute.”  When the two were eventually reunited in Segovia, Fernando’s displeasure prompted a re-negotiation of their marriage contract.  Curiously, despite the fact that his anger had been the catalyst, Isabel retained significant rights and privileges in the kingdom she had just inherited.  The two would share some powers, but her precedence in Castile was clear.

In these battles for power, the reign of Isabel and Fernando reveals a curious mix of gender and politics that would continue to characterize their joint reign until her death in 1504.

 

I have lots of stories about the unusual political marriage of Isabel and Fernando—let me know in the comments if you’d like to hear more in future posts.

 

When the Only Safe Sex was with Vampires

By Karen Essex

Women with "Nymphomania"When answering questions about my latest novel, Dracula in Love, I am inevitably asked about the sequences that readers find the most chilling and frightening – the scenes in the Victorian insane asylum. Surely those shocking scenarios, like the fantasy scenes of vampirism, are products of the author’s perverse imagination? Ironically, the answer is no; the asylum sequences are based on painstaking research. Truth, as it turns out, is always is stranger than fiction.

Dracula in Love retells Bram Stoker’s original story from the perspective of the vampire’s muse, Mina Harker, and in the process, turns the story on its ear, freeing Mina from her role as “victim,” and putting her at the center of her own story. A good deal of Stoker’s book takes place in an asylum. I wanted to utilize that Gothic setting in my book, but I also wanted to paint the asylum as it actually would have been at the time – full of women incarcerated for having what we today would consider normal sexual and other desires.

In the course of my research, I quickly discovered that women in the 1890s had more to fear from their own culture than from vampires. I read the psychiatric journals of the period, which prescribed bizarre treatments for ladies who were “hysterical,” which usually turned out to mean that they were “excitable in the presence of men.” In many instances, the desire to read all day or engage in intellectual studies, were also regarded as symptoms of mental illness in the female. Young women were committed to asylums for doing cartwheels in mixed company, for desiring sex with someone other than one’s husband, or for staring seductively at a man. Most behavior that showed spunk, spirit, or sexual need, was pathologized.

All sorts of harrowing and torturous cures were developed to “settle” these women – restraints, forced housework (to help them remember their true natures), repeated plunges in ice water, and force-feeding, to name a few. As mental illness in females was thought to originate in the womb, doctors also were obsessed with menstrual cycles, figuring that if a patient’s cycle could be regulated to a strict 28-30 day cycle, the “illness” of wanting to have sex or read books all day, would disappear. Not coincidentally, an irregular cycle was also considered a sign of mental illness and required treatment.

Curious as to whether these “cures” were actually implemented, I visited the archives of Victorian mental hospitals and read physicians’ reports from the late 1800s, often in the doctors’ own handwriting. Reading of young women committed for losing interest in housework, for lying about sexual encounters, or in one case, of a fifteen year old girl diagnosed with hysteria because she refused to stick her tongue out for the doctor’s tongue depressor, was heartbreaking.

Worse yet were the treatments, which often involved restraints to “pacify” the women. Women’s “fluttering, nervous hands” were thought to be a sign of hysteria, and the proscribed treatment was confinement – cuffs, muffs, straps, and strait jackets. Psychiatrists figured that if they could only calm the woman’s hands long enough, the patient would be soothed, hence, cured. More often than not, after prolonged periods of restraint, women’s spirits were entirely broken, at which point, they were allowed to return home. One of the most amusing anecdotes I ran across was the euphemism of “camisole” for the strait jacket because wearing it soothed a lady’s nerves in the same way that putting on a lovely garment might.

Think about that next time you slip into a bustier!

Though the Victorian era had its charms and pleasures – and I do explore those as well in Dracula in Love – it was a dangerous time to be a woman. If I were living in that era, I would surely have been committed. And I’m guessing that if you are reading this, you might have been my cellmate.

About the author: Karen Essex is the best-selling author of Dracula in Love, Leonardo’s Swans, Stealing Athena, and two acclaimed biographical novels, Kleopatra and Pharaoh. She lives and works in London and Los Angeles. To learn more about Karen’s work, please visit her website: www.karenessex.com.

Dracula in Love

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Mightier than the Sword

By David S. Reynolds

Mightier than the SwordIn writing my book Mightier than the Sword, which shows how Harriet Beecher Stowe’s antislavery best-seller Uncle Tom’s Cabin fueled the passions behind the Civil War, I realized just how important cultural history is.

Lincoln brought attention to the power of culture when he declared, “Public sentiment is everything…He who moulds public sentiment is greater than he who makes statutes.” He was recognizing something that is all too often forgotten by today’s historians, for whom culture often plays a distant second-fiddle to politics. We can read book after book on Lincoln the politician, his team of rivals, and the era’s political parties – or on Civil War battles or generals or soldiers. Actually, though, throughout history, cultural outliers have usually led the way, and politics and wars have followed in their wake.

Sometimes the cultural outliers are forces for destruction – the prime recent example is Al Qaeda, a tiny cultural splinter group that has controlled much of Western politics for the last decade. But sometimes, cultural outliers have identifiably good results – one thinks, for example, of Gandhi or Rosa Parks or Martin Luther King or others like them who have led directly to political change that can be called positive.

On the positive side, few cultural phenomena have swayed public opinion as powerfully as Harriet Beecher Stowe’s novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin, which was central to making America a more egalitarian nation by exposing the horrors of slavery with such vividness that Stowe became, as Lincoln reportedly said, “the little lady who made this great war.”

About the author: David S. Reynolds is a Distinguished Professor of English and American Studies at the Graduate Center of the City University of New York. His works include the award-winning Waking Giant: America in the Age of Jackson, Walt Whitman’s America, and John Brown, Abolitionist. He lives on Long Island.

Mightier than the Sword

Heat, Light, and Emilie du Châtelet

By Laurel Corona

Heat, Light, and Emilie du Châtelet

The Chateau de Cirey. Emilie du Chatelet and Voltaire set up a physics lab on the ground floor.

In 1800, when William Herschel shot a beam of sunlight through a glass prism and measured the temperature of each color of light, he noticed that the temperature increased from the violet to the red ends of the spectrum. Going further, he measured the temperature just beyond the edge of the visible red and discovered it was the hottest of all. The “calorific” rays, as he named them, behaved just like visible light without being detectable to the human eye. He had discovered infrared light.

Sixty-three years earlier, Emilie du Châtelet, anonymously mailed to the French Academy of Science an essay, “Dissertation on the Nature and Propagation of Fire,” which included the idea that different colors of light carried different amounts of heat. She wrote that the way to prove this was to refract light onto a row of thermometers corresponding to the various colors in the spectrum – exactly the experiment Herschel performed.

She was unable to carry out the experiment herself for lack of thermometers. Her lover, the writer and philosopher Voltaire, was using all of their lab equipment trying to prove that fire was matter. Still thinking of herself more as his assistant than a scientist in her own right, Emilie did not insist. If she had, it’s likely Herschel’s discovery would have been made right then.

Would she have received the recognition she deserved? It’s doubtful. Voltaire himself admitted that a work on Newton published in his own name had been practically dictated by his brilliant lover.

About the author: Laurel Corona is also the author of Penelope’s Daughter, The Four Seasons, and Until Our Last Breath: A Holocaust Story of Love and Partisan Resistance. She lives in San Diego. She welcomes visitors to her website at www.laurelcorona.com.

Finding Emilie

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Becoming Americans in Paris

By Brooke L. Blower

Becoming Americans in Paris

After World War I, Americans gravitated to the bustling, traffic-snarled Opera district. The busy American Express, topped by a gigantic electric sign, appears on the far right. Mario von Bucovich, Paris. New York: Random House, 1930.

Paris certainly was a destination for American lovers in the 1920s – not least for those who wanted to break up. Each year hundreds of “wedlock-worn folks” with the money and inclination set sail for the capital to end their marriages, where divorce laws were more liberal than those of most American states. Never mind that U.S. courts warned that such decrees might not be recognized stateside, that competing statutes meant that a man might be considered divorced in Paris but still married under New York State law, or that, if he subsequently remarried, he might even be regarded as a bigamist in Connecticut. The “mismated” continued their pilgrimages anyway, and the capital’s “divorce mill” ran “full tilt.” French newspapers did not air society couples’ dirty laundry as the tabloids did in Manhattan or Chicago, and the Paris courts offered quick and discreet proceedings, expedited by American lawyer middlemen who made a fine living helping their compatriots “lift the matrimonial shackles.”

American magazines made light of this fad for divorce à la française, painting it as a story about modern-day female emancipation, since wives filed the majority of petitions. Paris appeared as a “happy hunting-ground” for soon-to-be-divorcées dreaming of the alimony they’d have to burn. The city’s ready pool of gigolos, its celebrated opportunities for retail therapy, promised to take the sting out of a failed love affair.

Yet there was something very sad about couples embarking across the ocean and setting up new residences in the world’s most romantic city, a Catholic city, and a city with more than its fair share of war widows and young women who would never have the chance to marry, all to dismantle the life they had built together. Maybe not in the late-night café haze, but in the sharp light of morning – sitting on a park bench, watching the lovers, the families shepherding their small children past – those waiting for their divorces to come through must have felt that sense of loneliness, which often clouds a stay in a foreign place.

About the author: Brooke L. Blower is assistant professor of history at Boston University and the author of Becoming Americans in Paris: Transatlantic Politics and Culture between the World Wars (Oxford, 2011).

Becoming Americans In Paris

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