It’s my fault for watching lists on YouTube. I love lists, have loved lists since first reading the epic sweetshop passage in Roald Dahl’s Boy, and now that I am too old to use Dahl as an academic source, I agree with everything Umberto Eco has to say about lists. A few days ago, one of my Recommended For Yous was ‘Top Ten Medieval Films’ and, enticed by the combination of medieval and lists, I apportioned ten minutes of my time to check this out.
On this list (which actually included more than ten films) were classics like The Lion in Winter and The Seventh Seal, questionable guff like Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves and Braveheart, and why-not-just-read-the-book The Name of the Rose. But then there were also the following: Tristan and Isolde (the dodgy one with James Franco), Excalibur, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, The Sword in the Stone – sadly, the only cartoon on the list – and First Knight.
So if YouTube is any marker of popular opinion, ‘medieval’ is synonymous with Arthurian.
Now, a few days ago, BuzzFeed (almost entirely lists, ergo great) ran something along the lines of Stuff That Is So Far-Fetched That Not Believing In It Sort Of Seems Like Common Sense But, Hey, We’re Going To Quote Some Facts At You Anyway. And on this list was a ground-breaking revelation: King Arthur was not real. The facts quoted involved Nennius and Gildas, so congratulations to whoever googled that, but the inclusion of this gem of wisdom struck a chord with me.
Upon finding out that I research medieval things, an awful lot of people do ask me ‘So, was King Arthur real?’ I suspect this experience is shared by many medievalists. This suggests both that his existence or non-existence is a strangely pressing matter for many people – who perhaps have access neither to an internet nor to a library – and also that, in their conception, any proper medievalist should know and/or care about this controversy in particular.
Whether or not a man called Shakespeare actually wrote a number of plays at the turn of the sixteenth century has exercised conspiracy theorists for centuries: most recently Jim Jarmusch, but also Mark Twain, Sigmund Freud, a school English teacher of mine, and Derek Jacobi. James Shapiro beautifully summarised the argument at the core of such conspiracies in his book Contested Will: Who Wrote Shakespeare?, where his closing statement asks the reader to consider basically this: in the creation of literature, do we assume that imagination can only stretch as far as personal experience?
Ceci n’est pas un roi.
The Arthurian ‘controversy’, if it can be called such (it can’t), is in effect about the same thing: does the Arthurian corpus – most particularly, Malory’s Morte Darthur – serve as a chronicle of a long-dead king, or a cohesive set of legends about stock characters? How much history has to exist within a work before it ceases to be read as imaginative literature and is viewed primarily as history?
We talk in concrete terms about Arthurian narratives just as we talk about Greek myths: after Admetus did this, Hercules reacted thus; Guinevere saw this, said this, and caused Sir Lancelot to do this. I feel that this isn’t simply a matter of reference to a single text, but rather that these cycles are so ingrained in our cultural consciousness that, whichever version one has read, these things are recognised as fixed events that happened to real people. Neoptolemus threw Astyanax from the walls of Troy. Dido committed suicide after Aeneas’s departure to Italy. Arthur both fathered and killed Mordred.
A surprisingly high number of people complained to the BBC that the children’s show Merlin featured an ethnically diverse cast. ‘THERE WERE NO BLACK PEOPLE IN MEDIEVAL ENGLAND!’ asserted one viewer, whose letter was reproduced at a lecture I attended in Oxford last summer. A) Not true. B) Not even Arthurian: remember the Saracen brother-knights Safer, Segwarides and Palomides. That these viewers were complaining (albeit incorrectly) about historical accuracy confirms that they believe King Arthur to be at least partly historical.
But then the very reason I didn’t watch Merlin was because I couldn’t face the inevitable desecration of Malory’s storyline. It has since been pointed out to me that the show’s finale pretty accurately recounted the Battle of Camlann, but since Jamie Campbell Bower’s farcical Camelot, I just cannot trust anything that claims inspiration from Malory. And yet, unless they declare themselves to be set in a specific year – I’m looking at you, Antoine Fuqua – I would never assume that any Arthurian adaptation ought accurately to reflect ‘the Middle Ages’.
Since there’s no record – from either textual or archaeological sources – that there was a king called Arthur, many people claim that a corruption from dux to rex might indicate that there was a warlord called Arthur. But this historically-minded wriggling really rather misses the point: that Arthur, if such there be, is not this Arthur, the one who sleeps with his sister and drowns thousands of babies and hangs out with a wizard and turns a blind eye when his best friend falls in love with his wife. That Arthur holds the unfulfillable promise of some historical validation. This Arthur has engaged the imaginations of authors and artists for almost a thousand years, and continues to do so. In the words of Terry Pratchett: ‘Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.’