the other book I read over Christmas was The Artist, the Philosopher, and the Warrior, a sort of triple biography of Leonardo da Vinci, Niccolo Machiavelli, and Cesare Borgia by Paul Strathern. He gets a bit loopy and repetitive in bits, mostly when he is trying to take up space to fill in gaps in the historical knowledge banks, and is guilty of some slightly wonky oversimplifications (Leonardo was 'trying to create a comprehensive scientific description of the natural world,' and Machiavelli was 'trying to create a comprehensive logical description of human behavior'... therefore they were philosophically in terrific alignment and had loads to say to each other (?) hm. It seems more likely that they had loads to say to each other (if in fact they did) because they were both super sparky bright talented compatriots who lived much of their working lives away from Florence and did a lot of thinking about stuff, but what do I know.)
The overriding impressions of the three that I came away from the book with were
1) Leonardo: wow, what a colossal case of what my friend Tabby has self-diagnosed as Executive Function Disorder (inability to get stuff done) combined with eerily prescient total fucking genius level smarts (designing things in his notebooks that wouldn't actually be invented until 400 years later)
2) Machiavelli: sounds like he was actually a very impressively clever interesting person to hang out with as well, despite his reputation for raging cynicism, which (at least to judge by everything he wrote other than The Prince) was unfounded, and
3) Borgia: oh. my. god. what a raving, loony, total scary nutjob that guy was. He had absolutely zero compunction about murdering anyone that disagreed with him, basically. I was interested to learn that Borgia, and his father, Pope Alexander VI, were actually Catalan transplants, and used to annoy the Vatican courtiers by speaking in Catalan on purpose so that no one could understand them.
So, in summary, I liked the plotty bits of the book, but I lost patience with the attempt to find deep underlying similarities in the characters of the three men. Sixteenth century Florence must have been one hell of a place to hang out, anyway, what with all the seventy-year-old Popes with teenage mistresses; people getting burnt at the stake, garrotted, or poisoned all over the shop; Michelangelo and Leonardo getting in pissing contests over their duelling frescoes... it makes today's political and art world scandals look positively tame by comparison.
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