It may surprise you to learn that, according to the Prosopography of Anglo-Saxon England project, run by Kings College London, there was not a single landowner in England in 1066 by the name of Æthelred. This oh-so-characteristic Anglo-Saxon name was evidently suffering a massive dip in popularity, only 50 years after the death of the chronically inept king Æthelred the Unready (Ill-Advised). Christopher Lewis, who took part in the project, has likened this to the unlikelihood of any German boys born post-1945 being called Adolf.
Common names give a pretty good indication of the cultural sensibilities of a period. Something as cataclysmic as the Norman Conquest inevitably had an effect on the names of people from all social strata – initially within the landowning classes, but eventually across the whole of England. One of the multiple reasons for my concentrated hatred of Ken Follett’s World Without End is the author’s lack of distinction between Anglo-Saxon, Welsh and Anglo-Norman or French names. Are we really to believe that, two and a half centuries after the Conquest, Elfrics, Wulfrics and Godwins really live cheek-by-jowl with Alices, Cecilias and Matildas? What is the statistical likelihood of aristos Gerald and Maud calling their sons Ralph and Merthin?
But more generally, there is an unfortunate lack of medieval-sounding names in use in the English-speaking world. At one end, the market is being heroically supported by Thorlac Turville-Petre and Scyld Berry, but for obvious reasons they are in a tiny minority. One of the younger fellows in the Medieval English department here has joked that her children will be given gratuitously medieval names – Æthelfleda was one suggestion – and someone in the Department of Anglo-Saxon, Norse and Celtic shortlisted names of Irish saints for her recently-born son. As these cases may suggest, is the use of such names to be restricted to academics?
Amongst the many names I’ve ‘promised’ to call my future offspring, I count ‘Banjo’, ‘Turtle’, ‘Endymion Oberon Amadeus’, ‘Marco’, ‘Aurelio’, ‘Marcus Aurelius’, ‘Mary Tokyo Banjo Iphigenia’, ‘Saint Thomasina Cantilupe’, ‘Wulfstan’, ‘Æthelthryth’, ‘Carmina Burana’ and ‘Constantine’. Many of these names were approved when drunk, but obviously I am more likely than most to give a medieval name if inspiration were to be sought. If a daughter should be named after a feminist icon, Hildegard and Hrotsvitha are as likely to occur to me as Emmeline and Gloria. You may pity the fool who names a son Chrodegang, but in the grand scheme of crap names I don’t see this as any worse than Brayden.
All of this may speak of an unconscious snobbery on my part, that children with obscurely intelligent names must have intelligent parents and that, in the brave new world where Katie Hopkins is our vampire overlord, these names will confer automatic social cache. But really I just happen to like certain medieval names. People I think worthy of admiration had these names, and that is as good a reason as any to bestow them on a child. After several generations of Elizabeths in my family, I don’t see why Mechthild can’t get a look-in.