August 25


1552


Today in 1552, the last verifiable date for 
Marguerite de Briet, or Hélisenne de Crenne if you prefer pseudonyms, who wrote the first French novel a hundred years before the Comtesse de la Fayette, and did for Vergil's "Aeneid" precisely what I have done for Dante's "Inferno", which was to render the verse as prose, and take the opportunity to include commentary.

The novel was pure "tell-it-all", and not a qualm in the act of publishing it. Entirely auto-biographical, it recounts the adulterous affair that ended her marriage to Philippe Fournel de Crenne, its title - “Les Angoysses douloureuses qui procédent d’amours” (“The Terrible Torments Inflicted by Love”) - preparing you in advance like a TV anchor at the 9pm watershed; and the name of the author, no, not her birthname, nor entirely her married name, but her pseudonym - Hélisenne de Crenne - so she clearly wasn't seeking anonymity when she chose it!

It came out in multiple editions between 1538 and 1560 (the latter posthumously published). Bio here and here; her anguishes here.

She also published "Les Epistres familieres et invectives de ma dame Hélisenne" ("The Personal and Invective Letters of Madame Hélisenne"), an epistolary novel, in 1539; "Le Songe de ma dame Hélisenne" ("The Dream of Madame Hélisenne"), a rather more allegorical novel,  in 1540; and a thoroughly feminist translation of "Les quatre premiers livres des Eneydes" ("The First Four Books of the Aeneid") in 1541, a prose translation which added multiple lines of her own as commentary, enabling her to present Dido somewhat more empathetically than in the original, and to make much of women’s loyalty in love - an interesting theme in the light of her first book! The illustration below shows her presenting her "Eneydes" to the king, Francis I.

And why August 25 for her listing on the blog? We have only one historical record of her which gives a precise day as well as month and year, and that is the dictating of her will on this date in 1552.

Full text at Gutenberg Press here






Amber pages


Czar Ivan IV, "Ivan the Terrible", of Russia, born today in 1530. What do you have to do to acquire such a sobriquet? I suspect that I may end up moving this to another date, since clearly merely being born doesn't provide an explanation.


Leonard Bernstein, composer and conductor, born today in 
1918; at times he could be Leonard the Terrible - the pop-tunes of "On The Town" and "West Side Story", the schmaltzy sentimentality of "Kaddish" and "Jeremiah". But the"Chichester Psalms". But his conducting of Mahler (when he doesn't go too fast). Writers and artists never die, they are simply re-evaluated by posterity. 


And then, more death-dates, of which the first is of little interest, though if he was what the almanac says, then definitely GER.


George Lincoln Rockwell, Nazi leader, assassinated, today in 1967


Frans Hals died, as everyone must, eventually, though whether it was today, or tomorrow, the 26th, or three days later than that, depends entirely on which encyclopedia you take your facts from. And anyway, it's the life that matters, the tracks in the sand that you left behind, and if I am putting up the stop sign on his, it is partly because of the year, 
1666, which was regarded as the Devil's number, and so no surprise that London was hit by plagues of rats the year before, and plagues of fire that year, and plagues of continuing superstition in every year since; and partly because...


   ...today, in 
1900, the still existent deity noted in his diary that


In the year 1897
the year in which her mother died
Elisabeth Nietzsche returned home from Paraguay
where she had been working
with her husband Bernhard Förster
to establish an Aryan
anti-Semitic German colony
known as Nueva Germania

Just outside the town of Röcken bei Lützen
in that farming district southwest of Leipzig
where she and her brother had been born
Elisabeth rented a large house on a hill
known as the Villa Silberblick
and moved her brother
with his collected manuscripts
and his diagnosis of incurable dementia
to the residence

This became the new home
of the Nietzsche Archives
previously located
at the family home in Naumburg
and here Elisabeth received visitors
who wanted to gawk at
or pay homage to
the now-incapacitated philosopher

On August 25, 1900
shortly before his 56th birthday
Friedrich Nietzsche succumbed
to pneumonia apparently
in combination with a stroke
His body was transported to the family gravesite
directly beside the church in Röcken bei Lützen
where his mother and sister now also rest

A plaque on the grave
inscribed with his name and dates
makes unequivocally clear
for all the world to see and understand
that the philosopher Nietzsche
spokesperson for Zarathustra
is
dead


(the original of this can be found in my collected poems, "Welcome To My World" - click here)



Allied forces liberated Paris, today in 1944. The illustration is from my dad's personal photograph album, taken about five weeks later, on the steps of the fountain in the back garden at Versailles


Voyager 2 made its closest approach to Saturn, today in 1981.







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