Download PDF | The Axe And The Oath Ordinary Life In The Middle Ages Princeton University Press (2010)
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preface
We of the Middle Ages, we know all that,” states one of the characters in a play by an author who wrote a century ago. That ludicrous statement was intended to raise a smile from a literate audience, but how about the others? How about those for whom the “Middle Ages” is a vast plain with uncertain contours in which collective memory sets into action kings, monks, knights, and merchants placed somewhere between a cathedral and a castle with a keep, with all of them, men and women, bathed in a “medieval” atmosphere of violence, piety, and occasional feast days? The politicians, journalists, and media people who perform before our eyes dip into that mix, usually in total ignorance, for their peremptory and hasty judgments.
This is all very moyenâgeux, a term and an attitude that we can leave to the music hall repertory of the Châtelet and say “medieval” or “Middle Ages,” which cover the same area with no hint of condescension. Several decades ago, Lucien Febvre (and Fernand Braudel after him, although less aggressively) laughed at those who claimed to approach and describe those men and women as they changed and multiplied over a thousand years. The two scholars agreed, as Marc Bloch had established once and for all, that the territory of history was the human condition, man or men in society, but they considered it pure fiction to seek an unchanging prototype over such a long time span. “Medieval man” did not exist. Yet, this was the title that Jacques Le Goff gave, some twenty years ago, to the essay that served as an introduction to a collective work by ten well-known scholars. Le Goff avoided the creation of a general model, however, by offering a series of portraits of “social types” (in fact, in English translation the book is titled “Medieval Callings”): the monk, the warrior, the city dweller, the peasant, the intellectual, the artist, the merchant, the saint, the marginal man—and women and the family. Those portraits drew their art and their color from the entire complex of actions, shared the imaginary and the systems of representation and categorization that shaped the flow of economic and social life.
What emerged was a medieval typology— cast within specific categories accessible to modern readers—of elements that also contributed to an understanding of the problems that assail us today. This is not my approach. Besides, why should anyone continue or even return to that fresco by adding further “types of men” or offering nuances and new details? Such a task, carried out sector by sector, would be interminable, tedious, and unproductive; moreover, it would be far beyond my competence. Instead, it is striking, in this work and in others of more modest ambitions, that although the authors show little surprise at the fact, all of those men, no matter what their origin, clearly ate, slept, walked, defecated, copulated, and even thought in the same ways that we do. We too eat with our fingers, cover our sexual parts (which, incidentally, we make use of in an identical manner); we too protect ourselves from the rain as best we can; we laugh or cry out just as people did in the times of Charlemagne, Saint Louis, or Napoleon. Naturally, I am well aware of the contingencies of daily life or of a given time period, the weight of thought or of fashion, but to look at him in his ordinary life, yesterday as today, man is merely a bipedal mammal who needs oxygen, water, calcium, and proteins to subsist on the portions that emerge at the surface of a ball of iron and nickel with three-fourths of its surface covered with salt water, living on landmasses occupied by an ocean of vegetation peopled by thousands of other species. Man is, in short, only a “human beast.” It is that bête humaine that interests me, and Lucien Febvre was quite wrong to think that ten or twelve centuries could change him.
The reader may judge these thoughts provocative and react with a bit of anger, but the discomfort that he feels will simply illustrate my point. The reader’s reaction shows, in fact, that he cannot shake off the basic idea that underlies his thought. Man is an exceptional being because he was willed by the divine Spirit or, if he rejects that convenient postulate, because he is an animal endowed with superior qualities. However, anyone can see that man’s life is ceaselessly threatened by the liquid, the vegetable, and the animal, all of which besiege him; that life is an unceasing combat to avoid death; and that perhaps, in the long—very long—history of our planet, his passage will leave no deeper trace than that of the coelacanths or the dinosaurs that lived hundreds of thousands of years before him. Let us then be more modest, and begin examining ourselves less complacently.
In attempting to shake up “certitudes,” my hope is to lead the eventual reader to raise questions about them, naturally leaving open the possibility of returning to them if they prove the better choice. I am aware that my proposed course has some weaknesses. What is important is that the being that I will attempt to describe in his body, his soul, his brain, and his environment has to be inserted into a context, which is that of my sources, or at least those that I can master. I cannot claim to describe the fellah of the age of the pharaohs or the Tibetan monk any more than I can evoke the courtier at Versailles or the miner in Germinal. It is only within the Middle Ages that I feel myself somewhat at home, although my profession has of course led me to frequent the Athenian hoplite or the Reichshoffen cuirassier for a short time. As it happens, the period of the “Middle Ages” has specific traits, as does any other stage in the human adventure: I cannot hide them, thus calming the posthumous anger of Lucien Febvre. What is more, we need to agree about what was or were the “Middle Ages,” an expression invented for the use of the university by Guizot or perhaps even by Bossuet. Was this a segment of time in which the economy and society had certain distinct traits—“feudalism,” as Marx would have it? But, really, did people eat “feudally”? Was it a time of triumphant militant and generalized Christianity?
But can we say that the epidemic known as the mal des ardents was an effect of the Gospel according to Saint John? Enough of that. Such niggling objections serve no purpose. My documentation and most of the scholarly works that I intend to pillage or draw from concern the period between Charlemagne and Francis I; like all other scholars and with the same debatable arguments, I will even concentrate on the period between the twelfth century and the fourteenth century, the very period targeted by the “medieval” banquets and parades that municipalities put on to raise money. Still worse: I will choose most of my examples from France, northern France in particular, because it is the area I know best. I haven’t quite finished with my attempt to turn aside facile criticism: the man about whom I will speak is neither a knight nor a monk; he is not a bishop or a “great man,” neither is he a bourgeois, a merchant, a lord, or a man of letters. He is a man worried about the rain and the wolf, concerned about wine, his strongbox, the fetus, fire, the axe, the neighbors, sworn oaths, salvation—all those things that people speak to us about only occasionally or by preterition and through the distorting prism of political institutions, social hierarchies, juridical rules, or the precepts of faith.
Thus no economic exposé will be found here, no chart of technical achievements, no class struggle: just a poor everyday man. One last word: I have borrowed almost everything from others, and I do not cite them. But, as is usually said in hastily prepared acknowledgments, they will recognize themselves. Here and there I have added a thought or two of my own, especially on the import of what is “natural” and on the “misery” of man. I take responsibility for these, as well as for everything summarized and all simplifications and neglect of chronological or geographical nuances that are sure to set the “specialists’ ” teeth on edge. But that is the price of all pillage. Have I clearly stated my goals? Now all I have to do is achieve them.
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