130. Nonfiction books at the end of the year.

Scraping out the embers of my brain like the clagged and gritty ash of a grease fire on the top of the cooker…

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Alex Woolf, From Pictland to Alba: 789-1070. Edinburgh: Edinburgh University Press. 2007. The New Edinburgh History of Scotland.

I’ve been on a Vikings kick for a while, and that made me realise how little context I had either for Scotland or Ireland between 700 and the late 11th century. From Pictland to Alba reminds me a little of an introductory course textbook, but it is easily the most useful and satisfying work of narrative history I’ve read in good long while: Woolf is very particular about explaining the problems with the sources, how we can know what we know, what is plausible extrapolation, and what is just plain unknowable. As the book is nearly 20 years old, I’m aware of recent archaeological work that could add information or additional complexity to Woolf’s narrative, but there is no more recent synthesis in book form.

One of the things Woolf does very well is draw attention to the linguistic and cultural diversity of the region presently known as Scotland in the early middle ages. Norse dialects, Old English dialects, Celtic British dialects and Celtic dialects originating in Ireland — it’s not news to Insular historians, but it hit like a shocking bolt of clarity, the idea that people were essentially speaking pre-medieval Welsh around the Tay in the early middle ages! And the idea that northern dialects of Celtic British (Scottish Welsh?) and Irish might have been mutually comprehensible at this time, also a complete shocker to me. There’s so much going on, and so many gaps in the sources. A fascinating book about a fascinating place and period.

Candida Moss, God’s Ghostwriters: Enslaved Christians and the Making of the Bible. London: William Collins. 2024. This edition 2025.

An excellent examination of the role of unfree labour in the composition of the New Testament, as scribes, copyists, invisible and unacknowledged co-authors, messengers, curators, and silenced collaborators. Moss’s research is rigorous and her achievement impressive. (My undergraduate degree in religions and theology is a long time ago now, but most of it was spent on history, archaeology and source criticism, so I feel I have some context to judge.) It is also a project of immense empathy and one that has the difficulty of reading from silences — the deliberate silencing to which enslaved humanity has always been subject. Moss includes an extensive apparatus of notes on her website, supplementing the book’s own endnotes. Those who have difficulty conceiving of the New Testament as a human project rather than a divinely perfected one will probably be unsatisfied, but as a work of history God’s Ghostwriters deserves its accolades. Clear, readable, compelling, and very human.

Anon., Orkneyinga Saga: The History of the Earls of Orkney. London: Penguin. 1978. This edition first published 1981. Translated by Hermann Pálsson and Paul Edwards.

A vivid and very readable translation of a saga written around 1200, which purports to be a history of Viking Orkney. For the early part of the narrative, its historicity is extremely dubious, and perhaps only accidentally getting any detail plausibly correct: later events are sometimes attested, rather than contradicted, by other sources. It loves a bit of hagiography for Magnus Erlendsson. Useful for thinking about how people in Orkney the 12th century thought about their immediate past. Also what they thought was normal behaviour in terms of conflict and raiding and slaving and warring. Some very entertaining bits.

Steven Vanderputten, Dark Age Nunneries: The Ambiguous Identity of Female Monasticism, 800-1050. New York: Cornell University Press. 2018.

This isn’t the book I was hoping to read. I was hoping to read something more grounded in what (different regions/kinds of) nuns actually did, what distinguished them from each other and from male monastics, and the physical evidence of the communities in which they lived. This is instead a book about how several different religious communities in Middle Europe negotiated with local aristocrats, bishops, and a church movement towards “reform,” regularisation, and episcopal control to preserve their independence and local influence as much as possible. I would have probably got more out of it if I had more of the context, but it does not illuminate the context to any great extent. A book for specialists and not friendly to interested amateurs. Also it was very good at putting me to sleep, so perhaps I’d have got more out of it if I’d been better at keeping my eyes open.

Larissa Tracy and Jay Paul Gate, Torture and Brutality in Medieval Literature: Negotiations of National Identity. Woodbridge Suffolk: Boydell and Brewer. 2012.

The thesis of this book is that many works of medieval literature depict torture in order to satirise and critique it; that when torture is represented it is as the work of tyrants and unjust rulers. The authors argue that torture and brutality are literary motifs that negotiate cultural anxieties around national identity. Medieval writers situate these practices outside the boundaries of their own, “civilised” realms, within the domain of a barbarian “Other”, in order to define themselves and their nations in opposition to them.

In its broad strokes this thesis is persuasive. (My first introduction to a historical treatment of medieval torture was John Langbein’s Torture and the Law of Proof, which demonstrates really quite conclusively that the practical function of torture, as well as its ideological role, was within a legal framework where a conviction for capital punishment required either unimpeachable witnesses or a confession, and where there weren’t a lot of forms of imprisonment that didn’t amount to slow execution.) However, when Tracy and Gate get down to specific detail, their arguments about any given work and what it’s doing contain quite a few leaps of logic and… well, I’d call it stretching a fair ways from the cited text.

Medievalists spend a lot of time arguing that the people of the middle ages weren’t torture-happy brutes. (They weren’t! They were people. People generally have to be socialised into hurting other people, and have arrays of justifications for it.) On the other hand, torture did have a legal function in coercing proof, and the medieval world spent a lot of time and effort on violence and the cultural scaffolding of what kinds of violence were acceptable, and against whom it was acceptable to direct that violence. (Much as we do.) So while their argument here is interesting, parts of it also seem a little disingenuous.

129. Some romance novels at the end of the year

It’s the tail end of 2025 and I’m hella burned out.

In this post: a handful of romance novels, all but the last named of which I picked up on account of reading Felicia Davin’s newsletter.


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Judith Ivory’s Black Silk was first published in 1991. It’s a Victorian period romance. Felicia Davin’s newsletter piece is a deep dive into the novel. It’s a long, clever, and emotionally complex book, and a compelling one. I still want more intrigue in my romance, but I’m hard to satisfy. If there isn’t a murder, why am I even here?

J. Winifred Butterworth’s A Bloomy Head (2024) is a romance novel with at least one murder. Widowed Kate Easting has returned to her chaotic elder brother’s failing farm and the bosom of her half-French family after her abusive husband’s sudden death. She’s determined to use her cheesemaking prowess to turn their fortunes around. But her brother’s dragged a half-delirious army surgeon, Thomas Holyoake, home from the Iberian peninsula in order to nurse him back to health. Thomas fled Shropshire years ago in order to escape an impossible situation and live openly as a man. Circumstances spark attraction between him and Kate. But a domineering local landlord and a murder might destroy any happiness they could reach for. Old secrets and old violence bubbles close to the surface.

I really liked this one. Partly because of how fucking queer it is, and partly because I think almost every romance is improved by a murder. (I’m strange that way.)

Juniper Butterworth is another pen-name for the same writer as J. Winifred Butterworth. The Changeling (2020), Priest-Queen (2022), and The Dragon Under The Hill (2022) form a trilogy of polyamorous romances in the same setting, dealing with the fallout of the same political and magical problems. I heard about them from this post of Felicia Davin’s. They stand alone reasonably well. The first is the weakest, and the third the most accomplished. There is quite enough murder, or its political-intrigue equivalent, to keep me entertained. (Cosy and me don’t suit.)

I don’t remember where I encountered mention of Lianyu Tan’s Captive in the Underworld (2021). It subtitles itself “A Dark Lesbian Romance Novel” and is a retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth. I don’t like romance, for the most part, and I think I dislike “dark romance” even more, but Captive in the Underworld deals compellingly with the myth and ancient Greek ideas about consent — i.e., that it doesn’t matter for members of a subordinate caste. Kore/Persephone, abused emotionally and physically by her mother, is abducted by Hades, who has a marriage contract signed and sealed by her lord and father, Zeus. Hades, though female, is in the position of an ancient Greek husband, with extensive rights over her wife. Rights which she exercises.

I don’t think there’s anything wrong with fantasies of domination, and a novel is fantasy from start to finish. No one in it is real, and no figment can be truly harmed. I enjoy a murder mystery and find true crime guttingly painful. But the original chivalric romance had its roots in an ideal of service and devotion: a cultural movement that — simplifying horribly, terrible — propagandised the idea that at least aristocratic ladies (wives: legally, politically, and in terms of the ability to use physical force, the inferior of their husbands or husbands-to-be) should be afforded a minimum of consideration beyond what they could use their own political clout to enforce. Even in tragedies that reinforced the status quo, what they thought, and who they wanted in their beds, mattered. I think a fantasy of domination can be a love story — I think people can love those who repeatedly hurt and disregard them, and make a life, clear-eyed or lying to themselves, with what may well be the lesser of several evils. And I’m not going to police what other people call romance. But I don’t find it romantic.

Which is useful to know about myself, at least.