245 pages, Franklin
Watts, ISBN-13: 978-0531150047
“Neither
holy, nor Roman, nor an empire” – Voltaire’s glib gibe about the Holy Roman
Empire was literally true but, like all such glib gibes, missed the essential
point: for a thousand years people believed it existed, or thought it ought to
exist; for a thousand years, as they tore at each other in fratricidal wars,
Europeans nevertheless nursed the idea of a unity that would bind, not destroy,
their racial identities. The Treaty of Rome of 1957, which established the
European Economic Community, might lack the drama of the events of Christmas
Day, 800, but it shared the same dynamic, even if it, like it’s predecessor,
doesn’t live up to expectations. And so we come to The Emperor: Charlemagne – or is it The Emperor Charlemagne? Both versions of the title are used
interchangeably – by Russell Chamberlin – or is it E.R. Chamberlin? Again, both
versions of the author’s name are used – is a biography of the first Holy Roman
Emperor Charlemagne – or is it Karl der Große? Carlo Magno? Caroli Magni? – and
one of the founders of Europe. Few men have exerted such a lasting influence on
the course of Western history as Charlemagne (let’s stick with that, shall we?):
at the height of his power in the early 9th Century, the King of the
Franks and Lombards and Emperor of the Romans ruled all the Christian lands of
western Europe (except for the British Isles, Southern Italy and Sicily).
Charismatic, gregarious, energetic and cultured (though functionally
illiterate), he initiated and encouraged a renaissance of learning and artistic
enterprise that appeared to later generations as a Golden Age. An incomparable
general, administrator and law-giver, he was as skilled on the battlefield as
in the council chamber, and by sheer force of character held together an empire
that rivaled the Byzantines in the East. Not bad, Chuck; not bad at all. Chamberlin’s
book is brief – only 245 pages – and, thus, serves more as a primer on the life
of the first HRE. He whips through his life at breakneck speed, touching on the
important bits and stressing the impactful moments, but by the end you’re just
a little bit less ignorant of the giant Frank than you were when you started.
Not a bad book, there’s just better, longer and more fleshed-out ones
available. Now, then I just gotta find em.