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Hater, Renegade and Prophet

Now who could that be? One of the most revolutionary agents in history whose actions 5oo years ago changed the Western world, an unknown theologian from a backwater province: Martin Luther.

I am actually reading Lyndal Roper’s Martin Luther right now, and it is a fascinating read, if a slog.  She is interested in the inner life of the man, who was an anti-Semit, a hateful misogynist, glory-hungry in some way, all around not a particularly nice person. And yet he was someone who saw institutionalized greed, injustice and power grabbing by the church as something that needed change in accordance with the true meaning of the bible and who fought relentlessly for that change regardless the consequences. He was courageous beyond belief, heroic in the risks he took, risk that could have resulted in being burnt on the stake. His protestations against the catholic church founded the protestant church.

“I want to understand Luther himself,” Roper writes. “I want to explore his inner landscapes so as to better understand his ideas about flesh and spirit, formed in a time before our modern separation of mind and body.”  Along the way, at least so far in my reading, she does a terrific job to lay out some of the interrelations between religion and politics of the time.

Luther’s anti-Semitism, it turns out, was anything but incidental. He was virulently intolerant of Jews and called for their cultural annihilation, an adjective that we all know was subsequently dropped in Germany.

Some reviewers have argued that Roper gives short shrift to both the role of Katharina von Bora, Luther’s wife (the marriage between this ex-nun and him, an ex-monk, alone was a major act of defiance) and an early feminist, and to any explanations why the ground was so ready for his revolutionary seed. I cannot judge that, given that I have not finished the book.

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/sep/07/martin-luther-lyndal-roper-review

Here is a quote from a recent review in the Washington Post which is the link to current affairs (in bold by me), in case the semi-millennial celebration of Luther Year doesn’t suffice.

“Let me stress that “Martin Luther: Renegade and Prophet” isn’t written by an atheistical Christopher Hitchens wannabe, but by a highly respected historian. Roper’s tone throughout is one of evenhanded scholarly inquiry. Along the way, though, she drives home a harsh truth: People who are reasonable, empathetic and civilized make ideal neighbors but it’s usually the zealots and extremists who, for good or ill, change the world.”

Photographs were taken in Erfurt, where Luther enrolled at one of Europe’s best universities to study law at his father’s behest, only to drop out and join a religious order 2 weeks later. He was ordained as a priest at the Mariendom, Erfurt’s cathedral in 1502. To the right of it is the St. Severi church.

 

Reading List

This week I am drawn to books that are in some ways related to current events. Since two of my friends are currently in France and are posting photos that make me yellow with envy I thought we start with something related to that country.

Of course there was no way I could avoid focussing on the upcoming election drama between LePen and Macron. Or rather focussing on the fact that an anti-Semitic woman bent on destroying the European Union might be the next President of France.

https://theintercept.com/2017/04/27/le-pen-promotes-holocaust-denier-plans-ban-kosher-butchers-yarmulkes/

Given the resurgence of explicit anti-Semitism, I thought the books below, about the fate of French Jewry, might be something to read. Note: NOT YET READ! Several of this week’s books are on my list, not in my head. They all just struck me as interesting.

The first one is authored by Susan Rubin Suleiman, Hungarian immigrant, now a Harvard professor of the civilization of France and of comparative literature. During the 2009-2010 academic year, she was the invited Shapiro Senior Scholar-in-Residence at the Center for Advanced Holocaust Studies of the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C.  In  THE NÉMIROVSKY QUESTION  – the life, death, and legacy of a Jewish writer in twentieth-century France – she tackles the fate of an assimilated Jewish writer who thought her relationship with the Petain administration would save her – it didn’t.

The second author is Shannon Fogg, chair of the Department of History and Political Science at Missouri, a European historian who specializes in the history of Modern France from the Enlightenment to the present.  More specifically, her research focuses on daily life in France during the Second World War. Her first book, The Politics of Daily Life in Vichy France: Foreigners, Undesirables and Strangers, described the effects of shortages on attitudes towards the French government and towards minority groups such as Jews and Gypsies. Her most recent book, the one on my list, is Stealing Home: Looting, Restitution, and Reconstructing Jewish Lives in France, 1942-1947. It explores the looting of Jewish apartments in Paris during World War II and the restitution of goods after the war. Or the cruel joke of restitution, as the case may be.

Here are the reviews:

Memory wars

Photographs are from Paris: cemeteries and memorials.

He lives here

A story by Axel Hacke a German journalist and author, translated by yours truly.

He Lives Here

I met God the other day at the recycling container. He lives in the neighborhood but we hadn’t met for a while. The tired creases around his eyes had deepened, his white hair could have used a trim, he still wore the old grey wool coat and leather gloves; it’s been cold, he seems to be susceptible.

We went for a coffee. “Aren’t you tempted,” I asked: “to come down hard, to show the murderers who’s in charge, sort of hashtag #Noah’s Deluge, Sodom, Gomorra?” “Yes, but where to begin, where to stop?” Evil exists in the world day in, day out, he’d be busy to no end. He created evil because he thought: How could we recognize the good if evil doesn’t exist? How could you greet the day if night didn’t exist? How would it be possible to appreciate life if death didn’t exist? “Don’t you agree?” But it tortures him, he understands what he provoked, and he regrets it, all the way back to the big bang. What can he do? He is creator, not a repair man, he doesn’t even know how to fix it.

“What are you even doing here in the neighborhood,” I asked him. “That’s the other side of the story. The terrific life you built here, civilization, tolerance, culture. The cold drinks.” He could not longer bear to be outside, he practically fled here, he shouted, louder, and almost tipped his cup over with roving arms. He was a refugee from the universe. The loneliness. Eternity. The vastness. The unmoored drifting. No human could imagine what it felt like. Do you know how boring infinity is? And that’s why he was here, because he wanted, for once, to share in what he had created. Yes, that’s how he phrased it, “created,” and added – “I’m finally here!”

“Bad timing,” I said. “You can say that again,” he said. “Truth be told, it weighs on me. Not because it interferes with my enjoyment of life, don’t get me wrong. It gets me down because it’s ultimately all my fault, for one, and secondly, because I am unable to help you. Honestly. You have to help yourself. And you can. And you will.”

(If you want to read the non-religious, philosophical version of this, go back to Hannah Arendt On Revolution. FH) 

Ps – I had a conversation with a friend yesterday, about the two options open to us – each equally tempting. One we can just crawl under the covers and seek refuge in privacy. Or two, we can get active and join the fight against injustice that we perceive to be in our immediate future. I believe we can do both, depending on our energy levels. If enough people do both, and not all are in sync – there will be a movement, even if one occasionally drops out because it is all too depressing.  We’ll see.

The Week between the Years

This week will be catch as catch can.  I’ll indulge myself in talking about religion and allowing myself sentimental musings (strictly verboten during the rest of the year as all of you who know me know…) I will also try and focus on the positive, which really isn’t restricted to the week between years, although too often it’s slipping my mind. Remind me!

On this third day of Hanukah, here is a message from a woman rabbi who gets it right. The last sentences of her essay:

We will need to be brave. We will need to resist.

We will have to make the miracle ourselves.

https://www.washingtonpost.com/posteverything/wp/2016/12/23/what-the-hanukkah-story-teaches-us-about-the-trump-administration/?hpid=hp_hp-cards_hp-card-posteverything%3Ahomepage%2Fcard&utm_term=.6447e38a8e1b

(You didn’t seriously think politics would drop out of the blog???? Always on the lookout.)