
Catherine the Great used to read history to calm her spirit. If it was good enough for Kate the Great, it’s good enough for me.
So I’ve been revisiting the case of Richard III, the king whom Shakespeare crafted into a bloodthirsty monster. Leaving the Bard out in the cold, I’ve just finished reading Josephine Tey’s The Daughter of Time. “One of best mystery novels ever written,” seems to be the critical consensus.
To me the most intriguing and instructive aspect of the book is its examination of how fake history, falsehood, folklore, propaganda, etc. get transmuted into “real history” and published widely, taught universally, and blinds posterity to the truth.
Other than that it’s pretty cool.
So who knew that that whole business of Richard murdering the little princes in the tower… was a lot of hooey?
Well, according to Josephine Tey, serious, fair-minded students of history have always known that Richard was innocent of that crime–innocent, in fact, of just about everything they ever charged him with. Establishment history was built on lies, sensationalism, Shakespeare’s play, Tudor truth-bending, and our attraction to a lurid story: some inner perversity makes some of us want evil stories to be true.
I think we are dangerously close to living in a time like Richard’s, and not far at all from inheriting bulging sacks full of lies and calling it “history.” Oh, we are so close to that!
And as we also know from history… sometimes the Bad Guys win.




