Friday, August 30, 2024

The Biography of a Free Thinker

Desiderius Erasmus Roterodamus, the prince of scholars, was a genius far ahead of his time.

Toward the end of his life, marked by countless recriminations and accusations, he turned into a Stinkstiefel (grouch, grumbler) while living in exile in Freiburg.

Red Baron collected all the information about Erasmus's stay in Freiburg from 1517 to 1521 on his history page and has already written one blog. Here is another titled Erasmus in Freiburg.

Langereis‘ book cover shows a painting by ©Neel Korteweg,
Amsterdam 2012. Erasmus in a poppy shirt. Acrylic on linen 100/85 cm
In 2021, the Dutch historian Sandra Langereis published Erasmus's ultimate 1200-page biography, which Bärbel Jänicke translated into German in 2023. I read this opus magnum as an e-book.

My readers may remember my blog about Wieland's biography. Red Baron is fascinated by the lives of prominent personalities of the past, particularly when they met other prominent contemporaries of their time. The descriptions of those encounters bring back the past.

So it was with Erasmus who gave a welcoming speech for Philip the Fair in Brussels, met Kings Henry VII and VIII of England, and wrote letters to popes such as Leo X.

As the illegitimate child of a priest, Erasmus was not destined for such a future. He was not entitled to receive ecclesiastical ordination. The flaw of his damnable birth runs like a red thread through his life.

In a Compendium*, Erasmus euphemistically reports disguising its origin that his father, Gerard, was destined by his parents to lead a consecrated life, but he fell in love with Margareta, the daughter of a doctor. When Gerard's parents refused to consent to the intended marriage, the son ran away, leaving behind a farewell letter adorned with the symbol of the marital handshake, "Farewell, never to be seen again."
*A brief description of his childhood

Gerard went to Italy to study law without a degree. He earned his living as an excellent copyist with manuscripts of essential authors. He received a letter from his parents while he was in Italy with the news that his lover Margareta had died. Grief-stricken, he became a priest. From then on, he dedicated his life body and soul to the faith. When Gerard later returned home, he found Margaret alive and well. She had given birth to a child of his: Erasmus. Priest Gerard "never touched Margareta again." 

And Gerard did not abandon his child. On the contrary, he gave his son a good education.

However, new research has revealed that Erasmus was only conceived long after Gerard had returned from his Italian study trip to Holland. Erasmus was, therefore, the son of a priest. Worse still, Gerard and Margareta lived in concubinage, and Erasmus had a brother, Pieter, who was three years older.

Erasmus was about 13 years old when his mother died of the plague, and his father followed shortly after. His guardian placed the boy in a boarding school. His relatives then forced him into a monastery run by the Augustinian canons. As a canon, Erasmus was ordained a priest in 1492. He secretly legalized this ordination in 1516 following correspondence with Pope Leo X.


As a schoolboy, Erasmus decided to become a writer and, while studying in Paris, wrote the proverbial dictionary Adagia, which became a bestseller.


Another famous work is the satire Moriae encomium, "Praise of Folly," where not he but the personized Folly denounces ecclesiastical and secular grievances. To learn more, consult my blog about the opera titled The Folly.



Above all Erasmus's works, the Novum Instrumentum stands out. It is an entirely new translation of the New Testament into Latin from original Greek sources. Red Baron once attended a lecture and wrote a blog about the Novum Instrumentum, but there is more to report in another blog.

The young, culture-loving Medici Pope Leo X was delighted when the world-famous author dedicated him this famous Novum Instrumentum. In return, Erasmus asked Leo for a favor, which the pope delivered when Erasmus was in London.

On Good Friday 1516, Leo's special representative Andrea Ammonio absolved his friend Erasmus in a strictly closed ceremony in his private chapel and granted the Dutch humanist a triple papal dispensation. Erasmus' unholy origins were thus finally a thing of the past.

Henry VIII and Cardinal Thomas Wolsey then granted him an audience. Erasmus was told that they had in mind an annual income for him from a benefit yet to be determined
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Fiddlesticks, because the second common thread running through Erasmus' life is his lack of money. In a letter to his friend Guillaume Budé in Paris in 1501, he wrote, "I am married to Mrs. Poverty, and unfortunately she is so infatuated with me that I simply cannot drive her away, no matter how nasty I am with this woman."

His friend wrote back that Erasmus should cherish his wife, Poverty, because there would be no literature without her love. Budé also knew this woman, but he lovingly referred to her as his muse, not his curse.

Budé's answer is still practiced at universities where assistants to professors sometimes work for starvation wages. When asked about this, one professor said, "Hungry birds sing beautifully."

Erasmus's financial situation changed dramatically when he settled in Basel in 1521 to work for his favorite printer, Johann Froben. He labored tirelessly as an author, editor, and canvasser for five, six, and, when the Frankfurt book fairs were back on the doorstep, seven printing presses at the same time, single-handedly delivering manuscripts. Erasmus made sure that Froben could print around twenty new and old of his bestselling titles every year. Froben earned a fortune.

In December 1521, Froben bought Erasmus a house and "remunerated"* him with 200 gold pieces a year.
*Royalties were unknown, but pirate printing was standard at the time

Now, Erasmus supported young talents even more and remained in correspondence with many of them. "It is really clever to move into a room with a barber if you want to learn the local language," Erasmus wrote with amusement to one of his former students in Paris, who had reported that he wanted to work on his French. "But it would be even smarter to look for a sweetheart because a French girl would be better for his French than thirty teachers," added the Nestor in Basel very humanely.

This reminds me of the saying, "The best way to learn a foreign language is with a long-haired dictionary."

To Erasmus' great gratitude, the jovial publisher provided a further two hundred Rhenish gold pieces in 1526 to buy a city garden, which the star author had longed for for years.

But at the beginning of 1529, this good life ended. On February 9, the day before Ash Wednesday, when the Great Lent was to begin, a devastating iconoclasm took place in Basel with the approval of a reformist council majority and under the protection of an armed militia that occupied the market square with rows of cannons.

Erasmus recalls as an eyewitness: "Nothing of the statues was left intact, neither in the churches, nor in the vestibules, nor in the cloisters, nor in the monasteries. What there was of painted pictures was covered with a whitewash of lime; what was inflammable was thrown on the pyre; what was not was smashed piece by piece. Neither value nor art convinced them to spare anything. On Ash Wednesday, the iconoclasts set fire to a pyre of destroyed works of art on Münsterplatz."

As the riots against the followers of the Old Faith intensified, Erasmus fled Basel in April 1529 to the Catholic city of Freiburg. He lived there until 1535, when he returned to Basel, where he died on July 12, 1536.

After Erasmus's death, his considerable legacy became known as an efficient international subsidy system for gifted students needing a scholarship. They flocked to Basel from far-flung corners to enroll at the university.

Today's European Erasmus Foundation builds on this.
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Saturday, August 24, 2024

Bunbury

Yesterday night, Red Baron went to the theater and saw Oscar Wilde’s comedy Bunbury, or The Importance of Being Earnest, in an open-air performance on a warm summer evening. My faithful readers may recall my recent visit to the Theater der Immoralisten.


Wikipedia knows, “This farcical comedy depicts the tangled affairs of two young men about town who lead double lives to evade unwanted social obligations, both assuming the name Ernest while wooing the two young women of their affections.” 

I first encountered Oscar Wilde as a schoolboy when we saw Lady Windermere's Fan at the Hamburg Kammerspiele. It was my first visit to the theater to see a socially critical comedy. 

My second contact with Oscar Wilde was through my mother-in-law, who raved about The Picture of Dorian Gray. She read the novel as a young girl, and she teasingly alluded to Oscar Wilde's homoerotic tendencies. 

The Freiburg performance could not resist this allusion either. After all, all the scenes in the play took place in a men's restroom, which in retrospect need not even be seen as an alienating gag. 

And, of course, it is an allusion to Wilde's homosexuality when one of the protagonists, Algernon Moncrieff, comes covetously close to his friend John Worthing and strokes his cheeks. 

Lady Bracknell, who does not want to marry off her daughter Gwendolen Fairfax to the foundling John Worthing, is played so wonderfully by a man. Shortly after her first appearance, she naturally empties her bladder in a urinal. 

The governess Miss Prism watching over Worthing's ward, Cecily Cardew, is also played by a man and occasionally gets a slap on the butt from the gay Reverend Canon Chasuble. 

Oscar Wilde called his last comedy A trivial comedy for serious people. Although there is a happy ending for the comedy's bisexual protagonists, Wilde was accused of homosexual acts shortly after the premiere in 1895. In the course of a public trial, he was sentenced to two years in prison with forced labor. Ruined in health, financially, and socially, Wilde died in Paris in 1900 at the age of 46. 

A running gag is a play on words earnest and Ernest. Both Gwendolen and Cecily have the idea of marrying a man named Ernest. So, for the two, it is important to be earnest (Ernest?). 

Gwendolen places her entire faith in this forename, declaring in Act I, “The only really safe name is Ernest.” Cecily shares her opinion in Act II, “I pity any poor married woman whose husband is not called Ernest.” Luckily, this world play works as well in German, with Ernst being a name and ernst meaning serious(ly).

A blustering applause. From left to right:
Reverend Canon Chasuble, Gwendolen Fairfax, Lady Bracknell,
Algernon Moncrieff, Cecily Cardew, Miss Prism, John Worthing
My gentle readers may forgive me for not explaining the complicated plot of the comedy. Here is a link to Wikipedia instead. 

I admit that I was positively distracted elsewhere during the play.
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Sunday, August 11, 2024

No Soul Comforter

Yesterday, I read an article in Der Spiegel that shocked me and no, it wasn't the infant mortality rate in the Middle Ages, around 30%.

At that time, people were deeply religious. For many, the salvation of their soul was more important than life in this world. So, for parents, it was essential that their babies be baptized soon after birth to cleanse them of their original sin.

In many cases, however, the child died before receiving the sacrament of baptism. This was a horror for the parents because it meant that the souls of these little beings fell victim to eternal damnation. Their corpses were not allowed to be buried in the consecrated earth of a cemetery.

The dead children were tainted with the stain of original sin*, and the medieval Church was no Seelentröster (soul comforter) for the parents.
*Here is a blog about a lecture on the original sin
 

Church Father Augustine (©Ercole De Roberti/Mondadori Portfolio/Getty Images)
The strict rule that unbaptized children will go to hell comes from Church Father Augustine, who is still regarded by many Catholics as the second St. Paul in the interpretation of the faith.
 
So, it became custom, albeit forbidden, to bury the little bodies near the church wall so that they would be sprinkled with rainwater from the church roofs. This water was considered sacred, and so it had to have a healing effect. Although the sacrament of baptism may only be administered to the living, a Traufkind perhaps would become a Taufkind?*
*A play on words in German. Traufen, i.e., eaves catch water: A child buried below the eaves will become a baptized child.

A skeleton of a Traufkind afflicted with the stain of original sin
from excavations near the Church of Eggolsheim (©IN TERRA VERITAS Bamberg)
People's lack of understanding about the fate of innocent children ultimately led towards the end of the 18th century to the idea that unbaptized children endure a Vorhölle (limbo puerorum). Still, the idea of unbaptized children ending up in hell remained part of Christian heritage and in everyday life for much longer.

It was not until 2007 that the Vatican decreed that unbaptized children could at least hope for the "blissful vision" of God. Nowadays, those Sternkinder (star children) are also entitled to a church funeral.
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Thursday, August 8, 2024

Radioactive Waste in the Summer Hole

In German, there is a word for the uneventful summer season called Sommerloch (summer hole), which can be translated as silly season or summer slump. Mind you, the Olympics are still on, Ukrainian troupes invade Russian territory, the world is waiting for the Iranian retaliation on Israel, and Kamala chose her running mate. Still, Red Baron is sitting in the summer hole, waiting for a worthwhile subject to write a blog about.

Yesterday, the Freiburg Institute for Applied Ecology made the national news with nuclear waste, a topic on which I have written several blogs.

©Sebastian Kahnert (dpa)
In most of those blogs, I castigated the various governments' obfuscation tactics. Their message is always the same: They will take care of nuclear waste, but for lack of a solution, they are putting the problem off until the Sankt Nimmerleinstag (doomsday or the day the cows come home), still keeping us citizens in the dark.

In my blog of June 2011, I criticized the complacency phrases: The unsolved global problem of the permanent disposal of radioactive waste must be solved, and The permanent disposal of radioactive waste must not be left to future generations.

My second blog of June 2013 summarized: High-level radioactive waste is a poisonous legacy for future generations. Considering all the costs nuclear energy will incur for our descendants, it is not a source of cheap electricity. We would be well-advised not to make their burden too heavy.

In my third blog of April 2014, I discussed the situation in neighboring Switzerland. They plan an underground site for nuclear storage near the German-Swiss border. If everything works out fine and the Swiss people decide positively in a national referendum around 2028, the final storage facility will start operating in Switzerland by 2060.

In my fourth blog of October 2014, I reported on a symposium: Where Shall We Store Our Radioactive Waste? The next day, a well-balanced article in the Rhein-Main Presse did not refrain from an attention-grabbing headline: Where to place the radioactive poison?

In my fifth blog of May 2015, I questioned whether the nuclear power plant operators had not bamboozled our government's lay(wo)men, who apparently do not know the difference between provisions and reserve allocations. 

I thought I had written enough on the topic, but yesterday, Red Baron learned that in a paper commissioned by the Federal Office for the Safety of Nuclear Waste Management (BASE) and now published by the Freiburg Institute for Applied Ecology, the search for a final repository for highly radioactive nuclear waste in Germany could take more than 40 years longer than initially planned. 

Already in November 2022, the ministry announced that the original timeline of 2031 could not be met. Shortly afterward, documents from the Federal Company for Final Disposal (BGE) became public, according to which the search could extend until 2046 or, in another scenario, even until 2068.

The latest report suggests that, under ideal conditions, a decision on the location of a final repository for highly active nuclear waste could be expected as early as 2074.

The Federal Minister for the Environment, Nature Conservation, Nuclear Safety, and Consumer Protection, Steffi Lemke, of the Green Party hurried to say, "It has been known for some time that the finding process for a final storage site cannot be completed by 2031. However it is a "science-based, transparent and learning process, the requirements of which are geared towards finding the site that guarantees the best possible safety for a period of one million years."

Steffi continued, "The recent report does not reflect the latest progress. This study has not been able to incorporate all the latest information and facts because we have seen dynamic developments in recent months. For me, the demand remains that we must find a final repository as quickly as possible that is as safe as possible - for us and future generations."

Another load of empty phrases. What does Steffi mean by dynamic developments in recent months? 

The summer hole is not a black hole. So, the radioactive waste will not simply disappear.
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Saturday, August 3, 2024

Statusangst

While writing the blog about status angst,  I came across a book by Alain de Botton with the same title. He defines status angst as "We are afraid of failing to meet the criteria for success set by society and consequently losing prestige and respect."

Red Baron was rather inspired by an article by Christine Holthoff on t-online titled Angst vor dem Abstieg. She writes that Germans have angst about losing their socio-economic status. Only we Germans?

©DW
German sociologist Hartmut Rosa explains, "The future today is nothing but a defensive struggle on a downward slope. Against the Russians. Against climate change. Against economic decline. Against the AfD. Against migration. That creates hopelessness and anger, and it will add voters to right- and left-wing populist parties.

Germans fear the loss. Whereas my parents rightly believed that their children would be better off than themselves one day, today, parents fear the loss and feel it the other way around: their children will be worse off.

This phenomenon is called status angst, the worry that one's own economic situation is at risk and that social decline is permanent. Those who fear that they could lose something become skeptical of democracy and move toward the political fringes. This explains why more and more middle-class citizens and young people are voting for the AfD and Sarah Wagenknecht's party. It also explains why those parties are strong in East Germany, where the people have already experienced a downward spiral in their lives.

Most of my country fellows are dissatisfied but are not doing so badly. Sociologist Rosa explains the strange discrepancy, "Our perception of whether we are living in good or bad times depends less on what we have and more on what we are moving towards."

And here, communication comes in. "Bad" things should be seen from Angela Merkel's 2015 angle: "Wir schaffen das (We'll make it)."

Is the future all renunciation, bans, and war?

We must reflect on our abilities and resources with which future challenges could be met. The more confident we are to overcome a crisis, the less threatening it becomes.

Instead of focusing on renunciation and bans to fight the climate crisis, it would be more helpful to emphasize what is gained when fewer combustion engines pollute the air, when cities become greener, or what individuals save when they use heat pumps instead of gas heating.

Instead of creating the impression that migration is bad and a burden, we should consider that without an imported workforce, branches like the nursing professions would collapse. At the same time, the statutory pension insurance scheme will have more contributors thanks to immigration from abroad.

Facing Russian aggression, terms such as "war capability (Kriegsfähigkeit)" and "new military service (neuer Militärdienst)" will make look the future consisting of war and rearmament. Instead, it should be emphasized that this is necessary for our long-term goal: A more peaceful world.

Our government should give people the feeling that, yes, although there are a lot of problems, we'll manage them because, firstly, we know where we want to go and, secondly, by what means.

Germany, the nation of poets and thinkers, is brooding and worried. It was never a country of ease and is permanently darkened by its Nazi history, its dense forests, and gruesome fairytales. We lack the savoir vivre of our southern neighbors.

The cheerful summer of soccer in 2006 showed that, at times, we can be like that, too. In the summer of 2024, Germany lost against Spain in the European championship. No cheering, but realizing that our southern neighbors play better soccer, too.
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