While researching for his 3-part trilogy about Franz Kafka, biographer Reiner Stach found some interesting tidbits and scraps of writing from the author’s life. He has published these in several supplemental volumes: one being The Lost Writings and another being Is That Kafka? This book of “99 Finds” is essentially a mini-biography, told in vignettes and trivia about Kafka, spanning from his childhood (b. 1883) to his death (1924).
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If you’ve been following the blog for a while, you’re doubtless aware I have a bit of a fascination with Lawrence of Arabia. After watching the movie in 2015, I set off to read Seven Pillars of Wisdom and anything else by or about the guy I could find. Which, as it turns out, is quite a lot. Five years later, I’m still on this journey and not bored yet, a testimony to the depth of his personality and the talent of various writers.
To Begin the World Over Again (2009) is more of a history lesson than a biography. True, it maps out his life from childhood to early death, referencing the character traits and events found in the movie and in other biographies. However, Hulsman glosses over many points of T. E. Lawrence’s life—such as his capture and torture by the Turks—in favor of his main theme. The gist of the book is discovering what lessons modern-day leaders such as Obama (whom the author calls out by name) can learn from the successes and failures of Lawrence and other WWI figures.
Without recapping the whole book, I want to mention a couple things that jumped out to me.
First, the failures of the post-war “nation building,” at least as relate to the Middle East, had their roots in much earlier problems. At the very beginning of the Arab Revolt against the Ottoman Turkish Emipire, Hussein bin Ali—King of Hejaz and the father of Prince Feisal—had been trying to find a path between a rock and a hard place: that is, the Turks and the Entente. Meanwhile, the British had taken huge hits in Gallipoli, Kut, and other battles. As Hulsman describes it, the coming together of the British and Arab sides was as much about self-preservation than anything else. It put both parties in a mutual dependency that was particularly disadvantageous to Hussein (p. 43).
Second, the power of interpersonal relationships on the world stage can’t be overstated. This is something I’ve sensed from every Lawrence biography I’ve read, but it’s especially visible here. Lawrence, famously, was a charismatic man who could win over allies on both sides of the political spectrum, such as Winston Churchill and George Bernard Shaw. Likewise, the brothers-in-arms friendship Lawrence developed with Prince Feisal, coupled with an emphasis on personal honor, was crucial to his motivation for joining the political scene in Versailles and supporting Feisal throughout the negotiations.
Hulsman’s theme is that this charisma and genuine connection with people was Lawrence’s double-edged sword. As a strength, it meant Lawrence stood by Feisal even against the British authorities (p. 141). As a weakness, it led Lawrence to forsake his own socio-political principles—evident in his Twenty-Seven Articles—to place his personal duty to Feisal over a greater duty to the people living in what became Iraq (p. 180). Hulsman posits that the construct of Iraq created by figures such as Churchill, Lawrence, and Gertrude Bell resulted in an illegitimate government (p. 182) which ended in tragedy and long-term affects such as the rise of Saddam Hussein (p. 206).
Much of this information can also be found in the Korda and Mack biographies, but I felt like Hulsman’s book was more laser focused on the Versailles era, successfully so. Parts of the book seemed a bit repetitive—he tends to say the same things multiple times in only slightly different ways. Overall, though, this is a worthy read for those interested in Lawrence. Hulsman neither idolizes nor villainizes him, leaving you at times inspired and other times disturbed by what transpired. Other biographers seem to focus on Lawrence’s state of mind during this era, which is no less important, but I appreciated this focused look at the inconsistencies in his political ideals and actions (doubtless influenced by his likely PTSD).
COMMENTS →Apologies for my two weeks’ radio silence… Work has been intense, so I haven’t mustered up the energy to blog until this weekend. Happily, I’ve been reading, and there is plenty to catch up on!
My current obsession reading focus is an unlikely one: CEO, China: The Rise of Xi Jinping (2016) by Kerry Brown. I picked this up last Saturday and just ordered my own hard copy – yes, it’s that interesting.
Brown is a professor at King’s College, as well as a contributor to The Diplomat. This combination of academia and journalism means his writing carries the best of both worlds and is well annotated, particularly for a book geared towards the general public. (One or two reviewers complained he is too challenging to read… from my perspective, Brown’s prose is more digestible than Michael Korda‘s, no offense to Korda.)
To be sure, the well-written biography is my favorite way to consume history. There’s several reasons for this:
My current gold standard of biographies is A Prince of Our Disorder by John E. Mack, which I reviewed in some detail a couple of years ago. Mack’s documentation and tone proved to be a harmonious combination for tackling one of the most enigmatic figures in recent history.
Another one worth mentioning is Evita: The Real Life of Eva Peron. I gave it a low rating for the sparse sources and so-so writing; nevertheless, I still own the book because it offers chilling insights on the power of mass media in tandem with cult-like political personalities. Of course, one could read about that in a number of history books, but through the lens of Eva’s tumultuous life, I could remember much I might otherwise have forgotten.
CEO, China is perhaps the first biography I’ve read that is in present tense. Brown’s thesis is that Xi runs China like the CEO of a corporation, and part of the (somewhat unsettling) thrill of reading this book is the fact we are watching his career unfold in real-time. Only time can tell the end result of all these happenings; in the meantime, I’m hoping to gain some background insight from biographies like this.
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| T. E. Lawrence (1888–1935) |
If you’ve been following me on Goodreads, you’ll understand I have been reading books this year, while blogging at a record low. Far from a lack of interest in blogging, my motivation was the need to take a break…I still consider myself on break as I write this. However, I wanted to say a few thoughts on my longest read of the year (thus far) before removing all my markers in it and packing it off back to the library.
A Prince of Our Disorder: The Life of T. E. Lawrence was written by psychiatrist John E. Mack, published in 1976, and came highly rated (based on my internet research). Let me take a moment to dissect that sentence:
Fast-forward two months to the day I finished the book. I can easily say it is the best biography I have ever read, and I’ve read quite a few of those (many more than are listed on my “read” list). It’s ridiculous – I feel as if I know T. E. better than I know most real-life acquaintances. I start to believe again that a non-historian could research and write brilliant history books, too.
If there is a recurrent fault in the book, it is that Mack assumes you have some surface knowledge of T. E already. He probably assumes you’ve watched Lawrence of Arabia, and/or read encyclopedia articles. Occasionally he will throw out names and places that require that cursory knowledge to appreciate his references. I think it helps to have first read Seven Pillars of Wisdom – Lawrence’s literary war memoir. If you’re looking for a detailed historical account of the Arab Revolt, you would do well to start there (or even Wikipedia). Mack follows Lawrence’s life, but does not attempt to spell out each of his movements in detail.
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| The Lawrence brothers in 1910. From left to right: T. E. Lawrence (Ned), Frank, Arnold, Bob and Will. |
What you get instead – and what is more valuable in the long run – is an in-depth analysis of Lawrence the human being. Starting with his father’s background, and infidelity, the story moves at a rapid pace through Thomas Edward Lawrence’s development. It homes in specifically on the influences, choices, and consequences that led him one step nearer to becoming the person that he became, both in his fame and in his hidden life. I call it a “story” because it reads like one. Mack writes with refreshing simplicity, covers sensational aspects with clinical calm, and in the end paints a Dickensian-like saga of a very complicated individual. He’s actually respectful of the subject, and I love that. Yet, like a doctor, he is unafraid of examining unbeautiful truths.
‘…I’m always afraid of being hurt: and to me, while I live, the force of that night will lie in the agony which broke me, and made me surrender. It’s the individual view. You can’t share it.’ (p. 419)
Mack contrasts the many sides of T. E. Lawrence, which are as varied as the man’s real-world pseudonyms. He draws on Lawrence’s memoirs, letters, and living acquaintances as the bulk of his supporting evidence for his theme: that Lawrence’s personal life had significant bearing upon his political life, and that through this twist, he became a uniquely 20th-century hero – perhaps the first.
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| Lawrence on his Brough Superior |
The phrase “a prince of our disorder” originates from Irving Howe, a literary and social critic. This “disorder” relates to the conflict of interest that Lawrence epitomized, both as an exemplary British officer and as a proponent for Arab autonomy. Mack explores the idea that Lawrence changed Western culture’s conception of a hero. No longer was a heroic figure simply a war machine and conqueror who was “always right” – a dubious Zeus if you will, or the knights and Crusaders which fascinated Lawrence in his youth. Rather, a modern hero evolved, through Lawrence and WWI, into a moral hero.
Lawrence, though a soldier and a hero of war, is also a hero of nonwar. By the assumption of exaggerated personal responsibility for what war really is, he has demonstrated war’s unsuitability as material for heroism according to the twentieth-century consciousness he helped to create…He asks us to expect more of our heroes as he expected more of himself, and we are influenced thereby to be more self-critical and to demand more of our leaders. (p. 219)
The movie is still, in my opinion, an incredible one; it shows something of this battle between legend versus reality. And yet, you get less than half the picture when you just see “Lawrence the Legend.” The legend doesn’t tell you he buried himself in the Middle East after being rejected by Janet Laurie. It doesn’t tell you he got, in the Revolt, what he’d long dreamed for, and it just about killed him. It doesn’t tell you he worked himself to misery in the Paris peace talks, and it ignores or glosses over his post-War trauma. Finally, the legend doesn’t even give a hint of the penitence and charitable works he sought in the late ’20s and early ’30s.
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| Lt-Col Thomas Edward Lawrence, D.G. Hogarth, and Lt-Col Dawnay, at the Arab Bureau of Britain’s Foreign Office, Cairo, May 1918. |
Above all, T. E. should be remembered as very human and very conflicted. He seemed to spend the first part of his life trying to atone for his illegitimacy and striving towards heroic deeds. In a societal sense, he achieved the first goal through his WWI victories, becoming a hero in the public’s eye, to people of all ages and varying nationalities. But despite his success against Ottoman Turkey, it seemed to him that he had failed in that second goal, the heroism – a concept which had, in his own estimation perhaps, altered in meaning since his boyhood and over the course of the War…or, if not altered, become a thing unattainable in the morass of politics that followed. Lawrence spent the remainder of his life trying to redeem himself from those physical and mental atrocities, as one of the Lost Generation who had been destined to survive.
His friend and ally, Faisal, summed this up well: “…a genius, of course, but not for this age… A hundred years hence, perhaps two hundred years hence, he might be understood; but not today.” (p. 204)
