As a teaching aid, pictures are pretty much the best thing. If you happen to find yourself, brand new at university, faced with the prospect of reading the stanzaic Morte Darthur before you’ve even got to grips with the language it’s written in, and all that stands between you and failure is a feckless postgrad, a nice bit of Hans Memling mightn’t go amiss. Similarly, if you are the feckless postgrad who stands between a troupe of teenagers, having to read Middle English before they can read Middle English, and failure, Hans Memling could be all that stands between you and anarchy. Hans Memling’s cracking. Bravo Hans Memling.
But as a serious point, I’ve made the more or less unchallenged choice to bring pictures to the classes I teach, partly because they’re an excellent talking point, partly because it seems rather short-sighted to study medieval literature and extrapolate about the period’s culture from its literature, without considering that, in a society where the majority were illiterate, non-literary materials may be of value to us. It’s also quite clear that, while one can definitely learn about approaches to death by reading the Order of the Missa pro defunctis, this is not quite as memorable as a painting of a corpse with a toad in her whatsit.
Drawe me like vnto one of yowre Frenssh maides.
Anyway, this week I’ve been teaching Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. As any fule kno, the pictures in Cotton MS Nero A.x are ugly and crude and do nothing to illuminate the text. I described them as ‘being quite good, for a six-year-old’, which I think was really rather kind. A quick Google image search revealed that most results for ‘Gawain’ were pictures of the wonderful Joel Edgerton in the execrable King Arthur. If I wanted pictures of Gawain, the choice was either to bring images of Gawain from a significantly more attractive French MS, or to bring something by Burne-Jones – neither of which has any connection to this particular episode.
Well done, darling. Put it on the fridge.
So I had to work out (based on the essays I had been sent) what conversation points would be best served by images. And after not a particularly long think about it, I chose some Green Men. They helped with the rather flat point that a binary division between ‘paganism’ and Christianity wasn’t especially helpful, and they further helped assuage my guilt at having put cartoons on their reading list again.
It was easier to choose images that related to Pearl. Though, natch, its MS images are as ugly and crude and unilluminating as Gawain’s, there are some brilliant medieval depictions of the 144,000 brides of Christ, the New Jerusalem, vineyards, and various idealised gardens. Of which I chose a bit of the Angers Apocalypse Tapestry, and (lest we forget what books are) the Douce and Trinity Apocalypses. While these helped to illustrate a point about the proliferation of biblical imagery in medieval life, they were mostly popular for the fact that St John appears to be piggybacking on an angel.
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who found that funny.