One in an occasional series in which History Girls talk about their historical blind spots. Sir Thomas More seems a particularly suitable choice in the month of our interview with Hilary Mantel.
Even before I listened to the whole of Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall on a long car journey, I had been suspicious of Thomas More (1478-1535). At my convent school, he was Saint Thomas More, a brave man, an important man, but above
everything, a man who was, at all times and in all circumstances, right.
Thomas More was brave: the times demanded bravery and he stepped up to the plate. He was important: he rose to be Lord Chancellor of England. I’m not sure he was, at all times, right. Certainly, he believed in righteousness, but that’s not quite the same thing. In Utopia, he advocated freedom of religion, yet he sent people to be burned when they exercised this freedom. So whilst not decrying his many virtues – he was a keen proponent of free speech – I’m not sure I get the uncritical reverence with which his name is usually uttered.
More was a man of his times, not a man too good for his times. His duties to God and king included extracting confessions, doling out punishments and generally harassing the heretics undermining what he believed to be the one true path to salvation. Even given the fashionable overblown rhetoric, we’ve been far too ready to buy into the adulation expressed by Will Roper, his son-in-law:
FO R A S M VC H, as Syr Thomas More, Knight, sometymes Lord Chancellour of England, a Man of singular Vertue, and of an vnspotted Conscience; & (as witnesseth Erasmus) more pure, and white then snowe: of so Angelicall a Wit (sayth he) that England neuer had the like before, nor euer shall againe:
However, let’s not get carried away. I've no truck with those who accuse More of misogyny because, when asked why he liked short women, he answered ‘best to choose the lesser of two evils’. It was a joke! A veritable joke! More was a wit. I like that. Yet I can still understand why Simon Slater, the narrator of the Wolf Hall unabridged audio-book, reads More’s words in a snooty drawl. I think More was more the snooty drawler than the mild-mannered charmer depicted by Paul Schofield in Fred Zinneman’s film A Man for All Seasons (a perennial favourite at my convent school). He was a man who knew his own worth and was confident of heavenly approval. I imagine him taking his place at God's right hand without bothering to defer to St. Peter.
In short, though More was without doubt a man of courage and dignity in adversity, he was too human and too much a man of his time to be a saint of unimpeachable sanctity. He may have been one of England's great and glorious, but was he really a great and glorious goody? I’m not saying he was wicked. I'm not saying I wouldn’t have liked him. I just wonder whether any man who scrambled up the greasy pole of Tudor politics, even if eventually falling off it, is quite worthy of the halo that has been plonked so very firmly upon Sir Thomas More's handsome head.
Would Thomas More would have liked my blog, the year of playing the piano? I think he'd have been very gracious, and I'd probably have wanted to wallop him.
I have to admit I'm a fan of A Man For All Seasons, especially the Schofield version. But saintly? No. Not really. Every time I think of him I remember Josephine Tey's Daughter Of Time, in which "the sainted More" was mainly seen as the author of Tudor propaganda against Richard III; he had been a page in the home of Morton. Of course, one can understand that - he grew up in Tudor times, after all. :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat an interesting post. Like you, I was taught that More was a saintly figure, honestly and bravely defending what he thought to be right.
ReplyDeleteHe stood up for what he believed in - which was pretty brave in the circumstances. (People are dying in Syria for just that). But surely nothing is even that simply - Gandhi was an amazing man, but may not always have been faithful to his wife.
I'm in the middle of Wolf Hall, my first read, a bit behind the times, but enjoying it hugely. I am enjoying the revisionist view of More - that horrendously awkward dinner party, and the comment about More not allowing enough time in his whipping schedule to shave properly.
ReplyDeleteI am more inclined to the Mantel view of More than the Bolt one, although I did enjoy Man for all Seasons. But then we seemed to have a compulsory annual showing of the film at secondary school and the sheen wore off it. Perhaps should watch it again..
I'm in the middle of Wolf Hall, my first read, a bit behind the times, but enjoying it hugely. I am enjoying the revisionist view of More - that horrendously awkward dinner party, and the comment about More not allowing enough time in his whipping schedule to shave properly.
ReplyDeleteI am more inclined to the Mantel view of More than the Bolt one, although I did enjoy Man for all Seasons. But then we seemed to have a compulsory annual showing of the film at secondary school and the sheen wore off it. Perhaps should watch it again..
The more I read history and historical novels, the less I can deal with people in absolutes. Most people in power committed atrocities that would not be tolerated in modern society, but at the time it was a fight for survival in every aspect of life. I don't excuse their actions, but I don't hold anyone as saintly either. More had his fine points, and I think he was brave at the end, but if he'd lived he'd probably have continued the burnings, which isn't cool either.
ReplyDeleteI think A Man For All Seasons is probably the reason More has such a fan club. I did it at school and was fascinated by the argument about how far More could go to appease the king: and by the play itself - I really enjoyed the humour, the irony, the characterisation. A very interesting and even-handed post.
ReplyDeleteWell said!
ReplyDeleteI'm with you and Sue B. I really enjoyed the portrayal of More by Mantel as a more sinister character, intensely religious and self-righteous. The real man was probably something in between--let's face it, one did not thrive at the Court of Henry VIII without wallowing in some of the political mire and scandal.