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On the trail of King Arthur, August 14, 2007
This review is from: King Arthur's Britain: A Photographic Odyssey (Hardcover)
Much of the British landscape could serve as a movie set for timeless ghost stories. Sacred stones erected in far-off millennia stand, haunting, or lie fallen, buried in sheep-cropped grass, like the corpses of men who heaved them up. Much that we see on the land, the stone rings, earthen embankments, ditches, grave barrows, cattle pens and other traces of human settlement were old when Stonehenge was young. King Arthur may have been a fifth century warrior who led the Celtic (Welsh) speaking Britons against Anglo-Saxon invaders, but Britons tend to see him in all things ancient.
John Matthews and photographer Michael J. Stead have captured much of the mood and some of the mysticism in "King Arthur's Britain." The changing lights are here and the lowering banks of cloud that throw a sunny hilltop into a spectral fog within minutes. The original Welsh legends from the dark ages describe Arthur's Camelot as the capital of an empire which gathered up peoples speaking many languages but nevertheless lived in harmony. That was a miracle in days that spawned the Arthurian tales. Centuries later, the Plantagenet King Henry II and Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine brought the old Arthurian legends back into fashion: they used the old stories to demonstrate to their own polyglot peoples that all could live together peacefully.
This double legacy leaves at least two distinct sets of "Arthurian" ruins and legends imposed on the British landscape (and on the British psyche): There's the original Welsh-speaking Arthur, the Celtic hero who held back marauding Angles in the fifth or sixth centuries; and there's the medieval, twelfth century Arthur, who encouraged troubadours and minstrels (in courtly French) and seated his guests at a Round Table where all might speak and eat freely.
Text and photographs in "King Arthur's Britain" capture both these kingdoms for us. Evanescent as they surely were in their own days, these ancient societies left ruins that mark the land forever. For those who cannot travel and dream on the moors and the hilltops, or touch the sacred stones, this book is the next best thing. "King Arthur's Britain" brings the mysteries alive.
By Robert Fripp
Author, "Power of a Woman. Memoirs of a turbulent life: Eleanor of Aquitaine"
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