Opulence in Miniature: Coleen Moore’s Fairy Castle

Colleen Moore's Fairy Castle: the great hall.
(From Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago; used w/o permission.)

That’s the great hall in Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle, a 13-room dollhouse in Chicago’s Museum of Science and Industry.

The museum’s online exhibit page for the great hall opens with something that’s not in the room: “…the good fairy welcoming you to Fairyland….

But I’ll start with that sweeping staircase: which has no railing.

It’s not a design flaw. Colleen Moore and the folks who created this dollhouse imagined that fairies lived there. The tiny little winged fairies that became my culture’s default version of the fair folk in Victorian times, and that’s another topic.

Having wings, Moore’s fairies presumably had better balance than humans. And were arguably about as afraid from falling from that staircase as we would be of walking across a room.

At any rate, the Science and Technology Museum’s online tour of the Fairy Castle showcases the great hall in its fourth of 12 stops; after the kitchen, dining room and Cinderella’s drawing room.1

So, what’s a dollhouse doing in a museum, why am I talking about it, what’s the 13th room, and who’s Colleen Moore?

“…The Space Inside Your Mind….”

Colleen Moore and her Fairy Castle.
(From Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago; used w/o permission.)
(Colleen Moore in her Fairy Castle’s Magic Garden: holding Cinderella’s silver coach)

The Original Tiny House
Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle
Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago

A Hollywood movie star built herself a gorgeous dream home, sparing no expense on the details. The one big difference? She thought small.

“One of the most popular film actresses of her time, Colleen Moore assembled a legion of her industry colleagues to help craft this miniature home of fantastic proportions. She shared it during the Great Depression, touring the country to raise funds for children’s charities. Then this one-of-a-kind castle was welcomed into its new home at MSI, where it has enchanted children of all ages since 1949.

“…The Fairy Castle’s inhabitants are left to your imagination, as Colleen Moore always intended.

“…How does the Fairy Castle feel so alive? Every room looks as if someone had just left it. Perhaps you’ll imagine what it would be like to live in something so lavish, or wonder how things can be made that are so tiny yet realistic. The real secret of the Fairy Castle is that the space inside your mind is also part of the experience.”

Colleen Moore was America’s second-biggest box office draw in 1927, with Clara Bow in third place. But Clara Bow successfully transitioned to sound pictures. On the other hand, Coleen Moore become a partner of Merrill Lynch and was married four times.2

Someone’s probably done a compare and contrast piece on Moore and Bow, but I won’t. Not this week, at any rate.

But Seriously

Suicide risk factors. (2015) From Wikipedia, used w/o permission.About Moore’s four marriages; two ended in divorce, two with death.

On the other hand, Clara Bow was married once and tried to kill herself.

Taking those biographical details as proof that divorce leads to partnerships in financial firms and not divorcing causes suicide is possible, but strikes me as silly. Maybe not the silliest notion I’ve run across, and that’s yet another topic.

I’ve talked about suicide before, and at least mentioned marriage, but it’s been a while; so here’s a quick review.

Marriage, the Catholic version, is a sacrament: an important one. When my wife and I married, I wasn’t a Catholic, but I recognized that we were married; in a lifelong relationship. There’s more to it, of course. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1601-1617, 1621-1658)

Now, about suicide. It’s a bad idea and I shouldn’t do it. Even if I experience another suicidal impulse.

Each human life is sacred, a gift from God. Killing myself would be a poor way of showing appreciation: and would certainly hurt others, directly or indirectly. But the Church recognizes that grave psychological disturbances or fear exist. Finally, as a Catholic I “should not despair of the eternal salvation of persons who have taken their own lives.” (Catechism, 2258, 2280-2283)

That last is a comfort to me, since a woman who meant a great deal to me killed herself. And that’s yet again another topic.

Designing an Enchanted Castle

Coleen Moore's Fairy Castle, front view: Magic Garden behind the wall and gate, and I think the Great Hall behind the Garden.
(From Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago; used w/o permission.)

The Story
Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle
Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago

“…Horace Jackson, an architect and set designer who worked for First National Studios, created the floor plan and layout of the castle with the basic idea that ‘the architecture must have no sense of reality. We must invent a structure that is everybody’s conception of an enchanted castle.’

Moore also enlisted the help of art director and interior designer Harold Grieve. Grieve had designed the interiors for Moore’s actual mansion, so he was a natural to create the interiors of her fantasy castle.

By 1935, approximately 100 people worked on the Fairy Castle. The price tag for this 8’7″ x 8’2″ x 7’7″ foot palace, containing more than 1,500 miniatures, was nearly $500,000….”

The Great Depression was in progress while Horace Jackson, Moore and about a hundred other folks spent time and money designing, building and furnishing a huge doll house.

I could focus on the allegedly appalling misuse of resources. Or on the selfless generosity Moore showed, providing employment for a hundred folks and using the result of their labor to raise money for children’s charities.

Instead, I’ll express my appreciation for the creative work of those folks; and for the circumstances which make it possible for folks to enjoy Moore’s Fairy Castle today.

The 13th Room

Coleen Moore's Fairy Castle, 'wide side.'
(From Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago; used w/o permission.)

I haven’t found floor plans for Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle, but have worked out the relative positions of eight rooms, shown in that photo from the Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago.

At the top, under part of the roof: the attic, “filled with all the things that were left over from the different rooms that belonged to the ancestors of the prince and the princess.”

Colleen Moore's Fairy Castle: Ali Baba's cave. From 'Classic Movie Travels: Colleen Moore's Fairy Castle,' Annette Bochenek, Classic Movie Hub Blog. Used w/o permission.On the second floor, left to right: prince’s bedroom, prince’s bathroom, princess’ bedroom, princess’ bathroom. That’s your left to right. The prince’s bed and bath suite is over Cinderella’s drawing room.

Ground floor, left to right again: Cinderella’s drawing room, dining room, and kitchen.

Placing eight of a dozen rooms, or rooms and a garden, is fine; but leaves me one room shy. I still don’t know exactly where the 13th room is. But I know what it’s called: Ali Baba’s Cave, filled with gems from Coleen Moore’s collection.3

Science, Technology, Priorities and a Video

Colleen Moore's Fairy Castle: the great hall, detail. From Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago; used w/o permission.I saw Colleen Moore’s Fairy Castle once, years ago, when my son-in-law arranged a family trip to Chicago.

The Fairy Castle is an impressive piece of miniature art and sculpture.

It may seem like an odd sort of thing to find in the Museum of Science and Industry: but I suppose one justification would be that it represents the sort of fine detail work that goes into making small models. Lots of small models.

And that brings me to the motto over the Museum of Science and Industry’s rotunda: “Science discerns the laws of nature. Industry applies them to the needs of man.”

It’s been a month since I explained why I don’t see a problem with using our brains, so here goes: science and technology, studying the universe and using what we learn, is part of being human. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2292-2296)

Ethics matter, just as with everything else we do. (Catechism, 2294)

Making science and technology the center of my life would be a bad idea. The same goes for art, health, family, money or anything else that’s not God. They’re not basically bad. But my top priority should be God. (Catechism, 1723, 1852, 2112-2114)

That’s it for me this week. Except for a Museum of Science and Industry, Chicago, video and the inevitable links.

Not-entirely-unrelated stuff I’ve written:


1 Fairies, a museum and a doll house:

2 Yesteryear’s stars:

3 A movie star’s dollhouse:

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Experiencing COVID-19: It Could Have Been Worse

Another week has passed, and I still haven’t written about fusion power experiments on both sides of the Atlantic. It’s on my to-do list, but I’m putting it off until I’m less distracted and more clear-headed.

Besides, this has been a distracting week.

Or I’ve been distracted. Which isn’t quite the same thing.

So – Tuesday I saw a doctor, who told me that I’ve caught COVID-19: along with about 80% of all Minnesotans.

I decided to skip getting a blood test to verify my COVID-19 status: partly because it wouldn’t make a difference on how I deal with the situation. And partly because I didn’t see a point in expending resources just to satisfy my curiosity.

I also left a urine sample and got an antibiotic prescription. The latter wouldn’t do a thing for COVID-19 or any other viral ailment: but was a good idea, since part of what I’ve been feeling looked like a bacterial infection.

Lab results came in Friday. Good news, it’s a bacterial infection. Not-so-good-news, this particular microcritter is resistant to the prescribed antibiotic. So I spent a few very cold minutes Friday afternoon, picking up a new antibiotic.

It’s a new one to me: ciprofloxacin. I looked it up, of course, learning that it’s a quinolone antibiotic. And, like every other pharmaceutical, it is not 100% safe and utterly risk-free.1

But I figure that it’s much less risky to try using an antibiotic to deal with a urinary tract infection, than ignore what’s happening and hope for the best.

Prayer and Making Sense

Sb2s3's photo of a foggy road near near Baden, Austria. (2015) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.If you’ve been reading my stuff, then you’ve read why I think prayer is a good idea.

And why I don’t think prayer and medicine aren’t an either/or situation.

I don’t remember how long it’s been since I talked about this, so here’s how I see life, health and using my brain.

Being healthy is okay. Being sick is okay. What matters is how I act. It’s even okay to help others get or stay healthy. Life and physical health are “precious gifts.” Taking care of both is a good idea. Within reason. Obsessing over either isn’t. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 1509, 2288-2291, 2292-2296)

Prayer isn’t always easy, but it’s always possible. Which is a good thing, because living as a Christian without prayer doesn’t work. Prayer is what makes sharing the love Jesus has for us possible. (Catechism, 2742-2745)

Happily, I’ve kept up my daily prayer routine this month. Although one day I didn’t do my ‘noon’ set until around 4:00 p.m. Maybe there’s some deep spiritual significance there, but I figure being feverish and mentally fogbound was a factor.

Part of a Majority? Me?!

Brian H. Gill, me, at my desk. January 23, 2021. I do not usually wear a mask at my desk.I’ll admit that going along with 80% of everyone in the state feels a bit odd.

Back when my number-two daughter and son-in-law were jumping through the bureaucratic hoops of adoption procedures, she picked three words to describe me:

  • Eccentric
  • Scholarly
  • Eclectic

Maybe it was “academic” instead of “scholarly.” But that’s basically what she meant.

And she’s right on all three counts. I don’t do “conventional.” And haven’t tried since I was in my teens. I’m simply not good at it.

So, like I said, being part of an 80% majority feels a bit different. On the other hand, it took me about two years to catch COVID-19. And that’s not quite another topic.

Anyway, here’s the seemingly-inevitable list of stuff that may or may not be related:


1 An antibiotic:

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Appearance, Ancestry, and Me at the Grand Canyon

Erin Whittaker, U.S. National Park Service's photo of the Grand Canyon in fog. (29 November 29, 2013) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.
(From Erin Whittaker, U.S. National Park Service; via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)

I stopped for several hours at the Grand Canyon on my way back from San Francisco. This was about five decades back. The massive gulch wasn’t on the the most direct route, but I’d decided that seeing the Grand Canyon and Meteor Crater on the way was a good idea.

I haven’t been back since then, which suggests that I was right.

I’d bought a big topographic map of the Grand Canyon while living in San Francisco, and had it with me when I was there. At the Grand Canyon, that is. Near where the South Rim Visitor Center is now, probably.

I revisited the place via Google Street View this week.

Quit a bit has changed during the last half-century. Not the Canyon so much, since on a geologic timescale that’s a ‘blink and you’ll miss it’ interval. But I don’t remember nearly as many services being near the visitor center.

I can’t even be sure that today’s South Rim Visitor Center is at the location I was at.

A Beard, a Cap and an Unsolved Puzzle

Pescaiolo's photo of the Grand Canyon in winter. (February 23, 2008) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.
(From Pescaiolo, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(The Grand Canyon in Winter, photo by Pescaiolo. (February 23, 2008))

At any rate, I’d been thoroughly enjoying myself, spreading out the map at intervals to see what I was looking at, and taking photos.

I was flattered, and surprised, when two tourists from Thailand asked me if I was Jewish. I explained that I’m a gentile — although I don’t remember my exact words.

We chatted a bit, which is how I learned they were from Thailand, and then I went back to enjoying the magnificent views.

I hadn’t asked them what suggested that I was a Jew, so that remained and remains a puzzle. A minor one, but a puzzle nonetheless.

After mulling it over, I strongly suspect they’d noticed that I had a full beard and never took my cap off.

Quite a few gentiles in America wore caps indoors and out at the time, and still do: but not many American men have a ‘haven’t shaved in years’ beard. The plain black jacket I wore probably helped, too.

Although I enjoyed being mistaken for one of my Lord’s closer relatives, my ancestors are about as gentile as it gets, west of the Urals. They probably hadn’t even heard of Abraham or Isaac until missionaries arrived, and that’s another topic.

Norwegian, Yes; Nordic, No

Watson Heston's 1896 political cartoon, warning against 'Single Gold Standard,' 'Interest on Bonds' and 'Wall Street Pirates.'I’ve only been asked if I’m Jewish once.

But a fair number of forms I’ve filled out over the years have asked, in general terms, who my ancestors were.

I’m a Euro-American with roots in southern Norway and the northern British Isles, so I generally check off whatever the current euphemism for “white” is.

There’s almost always a ‘prefer not to say’ option, happily, and that’s almost another topic.

Family records don’t say, but my Norwegian ancestors almost certainly lived near folks who are “Nordic:” tall, pale, blond and all. Now, I’ve got blue eyes, and the congenital melanin deficiency common to northwestern Europeans.

But I’m like most of the rest of my Scandinavian family: short, with black hair. We’re not, as far as I can tell, Saami. I’ve no idea “who” we are, or if anyone’s gotten around to labeling our particular stock.

I’m Not Arisch, Either

Popular Science Monthly's 1896 cephalic index map. (1896) Interesting, maybe not all that generally useful. From Popular Science Monthly, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.I suspect one reason there’s a ‘prefer not to say’ option in forms asking what ethnic group I’m in is how many folks reacted to a 20th-century effort to purge humanity’s gene pool.

One of these days, I’ll probably get back to ideas like cephalic index, eugenics, genetics, bioethics and why I’m not keen on preventing people like me.

But not today.

I’m still getting over whatever’s been ailing me since the end of January. So I reigned in my impulse to start discussing post-Enlightenment notions regarding “race,” “species” and why folks in Europe’s upper crust were better than anyone else.

Instead, here’s how one of the 20th century’s major writers — my opinion — responded to a ‘race/ethnicity’ question from a German firm:

“Thank you for your letter … I regret that I am not clear as to what you intend by arisch. I am not of Aryan extraction: that is Indo-Iranian; as far as I am aware none of my ancestors spoke Hindustani, Persian, Gypsy, or any related dialects. But if I am to understand that you are enquiring whether I am of Jewish origin, I can only reply that I regret that I appear to have no ancestors of that gifted people.”
(Tolkien, The Letters of J. R. R. Tolkien, #30 (1938) (Emphasis in original) via Wikipedia)

Politics and Acting Like Love Matters

Illustration from the H. Strickland Constable's 'Ireland from One or Two Neglected Points of View.' (1899) From H. Strickland Constable, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.
(From H. Strickland Constable, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)

Sporki~commonswiki's (?) photo taken during World Youth Day, Rome. (2000) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permissionI’m no fan of race/ethnic politics.

Partly because I think today’s assorted ‘good guy’ and ‘bad guy’ labels, based on ancestry, make as much sense today as yesteryear’s “Anglo Teutonic” and “Irish Iberian” categories.

And partly because I like living in a world where everyone doesn’t look pretty much like me.

That attitude makes it easy to accept two basic points the Church makes.

I should love my neighbor, and see everyone as my neighbor. No exceptions. (Matthew 5:4344, 22:3640; Mark 12:2831; Luke 6:31, 10:2537)

Accepting those ideas was easy, once I worked through implications of believing that human beings are people, no matter what we do or where we’re from. (Catechism of the Catholic Church, 355-361, 1701-1706, 1928-1942, 2258-2283)

Consistently acting as if I take ‘love my neighbor’ seriously can be anything but easy. And that is another topic.

Finally, the usual links to allegedly-related stuff:

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Feverish, Weak; But Other Than That, a Pretty Good Week

Minnesota Department of Health's Situation Update for COVID-19, Minnesota Case Overview. (3/5/2020-2/3/2022)

I spent part of Monday morning making notes for a talk with our parish priest. Then I called the Parishes on the Prairie office — P. on the P. are six parishes and a school in central Minnesota.

I left a message, asking our priest to call me back. So far, he hasn’t. Which is probably just as well.

A bit after noon Monday, I ran an errand: picked up meds. After that, I — actually, I don’t remember just what I did. But I do remember feeling cold. Unaccountably cold.

Good news, the furnace was working fine, and inside temperatures were normal. A little below normal in some spots, since my wife was baking. But well within the normal range.

Decades of experience told me that checking my temperature was prudent. So I did.

Here are the numbers:

  • Monday 103.3
  • Tuesday 104.2
  • Wednesday 102.5
  • Thursday 99.5
  • Friday 100.4

More good news: temperatures, blood sugar counts and other items stayed below ‘I ought to see a doctor’ levels. Thursday’s blood sugar was reaching ‘talk to a medico’ level, but was lower on Friday.

And Friday I wasn’t feeling as weak and ‘I gotta lie down and sleep’ as I’d been from Monday afternoon on. All of which is good news. Although not lying down and getting some sleep Friday may explain my fever going up that day.

Not-so-good news, I’ve been in no condition to write about a remarkable development in fusion. Scientists at the National Ignition Facility (NIF) in California started and maintained a fusion reaction.

What makes this effort remarkable is that they got marginally more energy out to the reaction than they put in.

This is, I think, a big deal. I also think that I want to be much more clear-headed when I write about it.

Doing What I Can, Not Doing What I Can’t

COVID-19 Vaccination Record Card. (June 11, 2021)

As for what sort of bug I’ve been experiencing, I don’t know. It could be some flu variety, COVID-19, or something else.

Knowing the bug’s name would be nice, but isn’t necessary. And testing? Unnecessary medical expenses aren’t an option.

I’ve had two COVID-19 shots and a booster, plus my annual flu shot. So ranting about vaccinations being useless, an affront to the Almighty, or some kinda plot is an option. But not, I think, a reasonable one.

Whatever the bug is, I seem to be getting better. That’s nice.

I’ve been sleeping downstairs since Monday night: on a bed we set up in the north room, in case we needed to lower upstairs temperatures to ‘keep the pipes from freezing’ levels.

It’s been an interesting experience. I mentioned I’d been feeling weak, right? Well, I’ve been getting into and out of that downstairs bed by using a walker as an anchor/support. It’s the one my father-in-law used. We miss him, and that’s another topic.

“I Thank You, Lord, For Preserving Me During the Night”

Brian H. Gill's 'We Survived Thanksgiving, Right?' (2017)I don’t enjoy feeling the way I have this week. But I woke up each morning: and that’s ALWAYS a good thing.

Which is why I thank our Lord for “preserving me during the night” each morning.

Being alive for another day is a big deal.

A definite ‘up’ side to this bug is that I’ve been sharp enough to do my daily prayer routine.

Being at the Adoration chapel this week wasn’t an option, obviously. I’m not sure about Mass this Sunday. With Friday’s increased temperature, I’m really not sure.

We’ve been told to use our brains, and keep both our health and the common good in mind. I’m pretty sure that someone, somewhere, is offended and repulsed by that example of common sense.

But I’m not. I’ve talked about that, and a mess of other stuff, before:

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Faustus: Good Angel, Bad Angel, Parma and Politics

Ken Eckert's photo of Huntingdon Library's (huntington.org) 'Faustus' manuscript. (2008)
(From Ken Eckert, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)

A year and three weeks ago, I started writing about Marlowe’s “Faustus” play: “The Tragical History of the Life and Death of Doctor Faustus.”

Three months later, I’d finished three more. Then in May, 2021, “Faustus” moved to my mind’s back burner; before falling off the metaphorical stove.

My “Marlowe’s Faustus” series isn’t the only project I’ve let slip. I talked about that and other pandemic-prompted perturbations last Tuesday.

Last April, I said I’d probably look at Faust’s GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL,” the prince of parma,” and maybe grapes next time; so that’s where I’ll pick up.

Taking those items in reverse order —

Faustian Grapes and Groceries

From the 'Faust' collection, central library, German Classic, National Research and Memorial Sites, Weimar.After giving the Duke of Vanholt an enchanted castle in the air, Faustus had Mephistophilis fetch out-of-season grapes for the Duchess.

That’s a little past the play’s halfway point, I don’t remember why I said I would discuss grapes next time. Which is now this time. Never mind.

These days, I could get ripe grapes in winter at a grocery; but this was the late 15th century, so those grapes impressed the Duke more than the floating castle.

Late 15th century? Marlowe’s play opened in the 1590s, but it’s based on legends inspired by Johann Georg Faust’s colorful career, about a century earlier.

By the way, about “Mephistophilis:” today’s usual spelling is Mephistopheles, but in Marlowe’s play it’s Mephistophilis, so that’s the form I’m using.

And the moral of the Faustus-Vanholt affair is that grocery grapes are a Satanic snare, so we should boycott Safeway.

With what seems like 57 varieties of crisis du jour in my news feed, and a mix of impassioned agreement and denial in my corners of social media — a disclaimer may be in order.

I don’t hate grocery grapes. I’m not anti-Safeway. Really!

Scott Adam's 'Dilbert' strip: Dogbert's Good News Show. ('We'll all die!')But I remember the days when communist threats were rampant.

Then everything caused cancer, all the fish in the sea were gonna die, and global warming became climate change. Meanwhile, wannabe prophets were selling End Times Bible Prophecies at odd intervals.

With a little encouragement, and an appalling lack of hope, I could assume that folks are so gullible that they’ll believe anything.

On the other hand, I’ve yet to hear or read faith-based denunciations of produce. Maybe some bogeymen are simply too silly for effective fearmongering.1

And that’s another topic.

An Impressive Wish List

A frontispiece for 'Historia Mundi Naturalis,' by Pliny the Elder, published Sigmund Feyerabend, Frankfurt am Main. (1582) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permissionFaustus delivers his first speech after GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL make their first appearance.

More about them later.

Faustus is giddy — he says “glutted with conceit,” since this is an Elizabethan soliloquy — at what he expects from using “that damned book.”

It’s an impressive wish list. Faustus sees himself “resolved…of all ambiguities;” with spirits fetching him gold and pearls, searching “all corners of the new-found world for pleasant fruits and princely delicates.”

There’s more, including “strange philosophies” and what we’d call state secrets these days.

Then, after imagining himself ordering all-new silk wardrobes for students, Faustus turns his attention to national defense.

“…I’ll have them wall all Germany with brass,
And make swift Rhine circle fair Wertenberg….
…I’ll levy soldiers with the coin they bring,
And chase the Prince of Parma from our land,
And reign sole king of all the provinces;
Yea, stranger engines for the brunt of war,
Than was the fiery keel at Antwerp-bridge,
I’ll make my servile spirits to invent….”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604, From The Quarto Of 1616) Edited by The Rev. Alexander Dyce (1870))

Marlowe wrote “Faustus” for an English audience.

But, although Marlowe kept his title character’s German roots in mind, he re-imagined the setting as contemporary Europe. Or maybe decided that anachronisms didn’t matter.

J. G. Faust was earning his reputation in the early 1500s, so he’d have known about Amerigo Vespucci’s confirmation of the Columbus reports and subsequent scramble for territory and wealth in the “New World.”2

The “fiery keel at Antwerp-bridge” is another matter.

Names, Labels and History

'Pontis Antwerpiani fractura' illustration from Famiano Strada's book (possibly 'De bello Belgico decas secunda'). (1647)) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permissionJ. G. Faust had been dead for decades when England’s Elizabeth I unofficially subsidized Federigo Giambelli’s design and construction of hellburners.

This was a little under two decades into the Eighty Year’s War. Or Dutch War of Independence, depending on who’s talking.

At any rate, what we call Netherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg were the Habsburg Netherlands; held by the Holy Roman Empire’s House of Habsburg.

Then, in 1549, they were rebranded as the Seventeen Provinces. Starting in 1556 the Spanish branch of the Habsburgs were in charge, so they were the Spanish Netherlands.

At least some residents revolted in 1568, which led to the Seven United Provinces and the Dutch Republic. Then the Spanish Southern Netherlands became the Austrian Netherlands and the French First Republic got its slice of the pie in 1795.

1566 propaganda print, celebrating faith-based vandalism. FromRijksmuseum, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.At some point, we started saying the Eighty Years’ War was one of the European wars of religion.

Again depending on who’s talking, these religious wars started with the Knights Revolt in 1522.

They included the German’s Peasant War (1524-1526), Tudor conquest of Ireland (1529-1603), Thirty Years’ War (1618-1648) and the Düsseldorf Cow War (1651); before ending with the Toggenburg War (1712).

“European wars of religion” is a catchy label, and fits nicely with the era’s faith-based propaganda; but I’m impressed at how often religious fervor just happened to support the upper crust’s territorial and/or economic ambitions.

Or, in the German Peasant War fiasco, for example, had been inspired by grass roots dissatisfaction with the status quo.3

The Fiery Keel at Antwerp-Bridge: Hellburners

Destruction of a pontoon bridge during the siege of Antwerp, llustration from Famiano Strada's 'Histoire de la guerre des Païs-Bas.' (1727 edition) via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission
(From Famiano Strada/Romeyn de Hooghe/Lamberecht Causé, via Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.)
(Siege of Antwerp, 1584-1595, destruction of pontoon Bridge.)

Antwerp was and is a city on the River Scheldt, linked to the North Sea by the river’s Westerschelde estuary.

Alexander Farnese blocked Antwerp’s access to the sea with a pontoon bridge.

And now, finally, getting back to hellburners, Faustus and anachronisms.

Bankrolled by England’s Elizabeth I, Italian engineer Federigo Giambelli built two hellburners for the Dutch defenders: fire ships packed with massive explosive charges. Fire ships, expendable vessels set ablaze, had been used for centuries. Packing them with explosives was, I gather, an innovation.

The first hellburner fizzled, doing little damage; but when the second exploded, it disappeared: along with a fair fraction of the Farnese’s soldiers, a block house and part of the bridge.

So, that’s “the fiery keel at Antwerp-bridge.”

Alexander Farnese was Duke of Parma; but there was an Alexander Farnese, Prince of Parma: A. Farnese’s grandson, and other Dukes of Parma.

Since Alexander Farnese, Prince of Parma, was born after Marlowe wrote “Faustus,” he couldn’t have been the play’s Prince of Parma.

My guess is that Marlowe didn’t particularly care whether or not he got A. Farnese’s title right, as long as that first soliloquy sounded right. In any case, A. Farnese, Prince of Parma, was what an OpenLearn resource called “an Elizabethan hate-figure.”

Invading England was on the “prince of Parma’s” to-do list, but after several storms, battles and a royal speech, what was left of the Spanish Armada returned to Spain.4

Several ships from that fleet went down not far from where a number of my Irish forebears lived, and that’s yet another topic.

Angels, Real and Imagined

Unknown artist's copy of Matthaeus (Matthäus) Merian the Younger's illustration for Ezekiel, chapter 1's 'chariot vision.' (1670)To begin with, angels aren’t human: at all.

Sometimes they look human, like the two who told Lot to head for the hills. (Genesis 19:129)

Sometimes they look sort of human, like the ones in Ezekiel’s vision: aside from having four wings, four faces, hooves like a bull’s and being covered with eyes. (Ezekiel 1:421, 10:12)

The “figures in the likeness of four living creatures” are Cherubim, the same sort of angel represented on the Ark and in Solomon’s temple. (Ezekiel 1:5, 10:110:19; Exodus 15:18; 1 Kings 6:23; 2 Chronicles 3:10; Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2130)

Their descriptions don’t exactly tally, which could bother me; but doesn’t, since I realize that angels — again — aren’t human. Not even close. So, given given their nature, literally “accurate” physical representations aren’t possible.

On the other hand, angels are more like us in some ways than, say, rocks.

We’re both free-willed creatures, persons who can decide what we do or don’t do. But we humans are free-willed creatures who are body and soul, matter and spirit, made “in the image of God.” (Genesis 1:2731; Catechism, 355-373, 1730-1742)

Angels are free-willed creatures, too; but they’re made with spirit, not spirit and matter. One more point: “angel” is their job. They’re servants and messengers of God. “Spirit” is their nature. (Catechism, 328-336)

The spirits we call angels are the ones who decided that serving God is a good idea.

Others, including and particularly the one we call Satan, decided that they’d oppose God. That’s a ‘down’ side to free will. Even the best free-willed creature can decide to opt for evil. (Catechism, 391-395)

Cherubim, Putti, Space-Time and Language

James Tissot's 'Vision de Zacharie (The Vision of Zacharias).' (ca. 1890) via Brooklyn Museum, Wikimedia Commons, used w/o permission.Finally, a few points about angels in general, how they’re imagined and how I talk about them —

One of the cherubim is a cherub. So one of Ezekiel’s figures “in the likeness of four living creatures” is a cherub.

That sort of cherub is not the overweight kid with wings occasionally appearing on Valentine’s Day cards and sentimental 19th century prints.

Cupid and company are putti, ancient Rome’s visual symbol for groovy passions like having an adolescent crush on someone.

One Putti is a putto, Donatello’s generally implicated in reviving and rebranding putti in the 14th century; and although I recognize their appeal, I’m glad that artists like James Tissot didn’t join several fashionable bandwagons.5

Earlier, I said that “angels decided,” past tense: which reflects where their decisions began affecting us.

But I live in space-time, and my native language has three or a dozen tenses, depending on who’s talking. None of them adequately express an act performed by creatures who, although they can interact with those of us who are currently in space-time, don’t live here.

I suppose I could say “angels decide,” but using present tense strikes me as implying an existence in time, and that’s yet again another topic.

Good Angel, Bad Angel: Dichotomous Duos, Dramatic Dialog and Comic Relief

Animated GIF derived form Walt Disney Pictures/Feature Animation's 'The Emperor's New Groove.' (2001) via tenor.com/used w/o permission.Now, at last, GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL!

They’re only onstage four or five times: depending on whether or not I count “Re-enter GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL” as a separate appearance.

Anyway, the dichotomous duo show up after Faustus talks about becoming a demigod and sends his servant Wagner to bring his “dearest friends” Valdes and Cornelius. With friends like those, he doesn’t need enemies, but I’ll leave that for another day.

FAUSTUS: “A sound magician is a demigod:
Here tire, my brains, to gain a deity.”

GOOD ANGEL. “O, Faustus, lay that damned book aside,
And gaze not on it, lest it tempt thy soul,
And heap God’s heavy wrath upon thy head!
Read, read the Scriptures:—that is blasphemy.”

EVIL ANGEL. “Go forward, Faustus, in that famous art
Wherein all Nature’s treasure is contain’d:
Be thou on earth as Jove is in the sky,
Lord and commander of these elements.”
(“…Faustus…,” Marlowe (1604, From The Quarto Of 1616) Edited by The Rev. Alexander Dyce (1870))

Then, having offered Faustus strongly contrasting advice, GOOD ANGEL and BAD ANGEL leave.

Four centuries later, GOOD ANGEL/EVIL ANGEL analogs are often played for laughs. Even when they’re actually delivering dramatic dialog; advocating long-term survival on the one hand, and attractive immediate outcomes on the other.6

This is where I could mourn the decline and fall of practically everybody, the imminent collapse of civilization, and at least imply that everyone should be as miserable as I am.

But I won’t.

Partly because I’ve noticed that even comic-relief shoulder angels sometimes do their dramatic duty.

Shoulder Angel Origins and Tying Up Loose Ends

'Reefer Madness' (1936, released 1938-1939) theatrical release poster. (1972)And partly because I think making points with the ham-handed anvilicious moralizing of such dramatic works as “Reefer Madness” is a bad idea.

Assuming, of course, that the author isn’t writing with tongue firmly in cheek, with intent to either entertain or mock.

I’m pretty sure Marlowe didn’t have comic relief in mind with his GOOD ANGEL and EVIL ANGEL. I’m also quite sure that he didn’t invent that dramatic convention.

The idea of folks having two angels with very different agendas goes back at least to “The Shepherd of Hermas,” written in the second century; or maybe the first.

The author was St. Paul, or a brother of Pope Pius I, or someone else.

“The Shepherd of Hermas” was popular in Christian circles from the second through fourth centuries.7 But these days it’s mostly nerdy folks like me who talk about it.

Here’s the “two angels” line in “The Shepherd….”

“‘…There are two angels with a man–one of righteousness, and the other of iniquity.'”
(“The Shepherd of Hermas,” Second Book: Commandments, Sixth Commandment HOW TO RECOGNISE THE TWO SPIRITS ATTENDANT ON EACH MAN, AND HOW TO DISTINGUISH THE SUGGESTIONS OF THE ONE FROM THOSE OF THE OTHER, CHAPTER II. (probably second century A.D.) Roberts-Donaldson translation, via earlychristianwritings.com)

We meet Valdes and Cornelius right after Faustus talks about a brass wall for Germany and “the fiery keel at Antwerp-bridge,” so that’s where I plan on picking up next time.

Now the usual links: my Marlowe discussions to date, plus a ramble about hubris, storytellers, cautionary tales and — weather control, of all things.


1 Making sense, more or less:

2 People and current events, a half-millennium back:

3 “Faustus” in context:

4 A little history:

5 Art, mostly:

6 A dramatic convention:

7 Making a point:

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