manners…

Saturday, January 8th, 2011
Moctezuma meets Cortez

Moctezuma meets Cortez © 1922 Keith Henderson

When Cortez first met Moctezuma, the emperor of the Aztecs advanced towards him half-carried by a couple of his relatives, as if he were some fragile invalid. This affectation was one that Moctezuma could allow himself, lord as he was of the conquerors of Central America that, to its inhabitants, was the navel of the Earth and the greater and best part of the world. No doubt this kind of posturing was copied by lesser lords who aspired to the power and sophistication of their masters.

Wealthy Chinese grew their finger nails to such lengths that they had to protect them with jewelled sheaths. Such elevated personages were thus rendered incapable of even dressing themselves. This of course was the point – for it showed that they were above the need to use their hands for anything practical. Indeed, in China, it was long a tradition that men of august rank should become increasingly effeminate as a consequence and sign of their refinement. Even Mao, a son of peasants, cultivated this tradition.

There are countless other examples of elites becoming ever more mannered – imagine the courts of France, with their bouffant white powdered wigs, their extravagant lace cuffs, their beribboned shoes, their rouged cheeks and beauty spots. What I find interesting is that these affectations are only sustainable as long as the society that contains them is a dominant one. The moment that it ceases to be so, the once admired and copied manners become if anything an object of contempt and even mockery. The warrior who is feared can be a lover of men – the Spartans, the samurai – but once he is defeated, such habits become despised. If the Japanese had won the Second World War, perhaps their men would be less likely to wear Western suits. If China begins to dominate the 21st century, it seems to me likely that it will be their manners that the rest of the world will emulate, not those of the Americans. So it is that we have perhaps not come as far from aping the alpha male as we might like to think we have…

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entrevista com Diário de Notícias…

Friday, July 16th, 2010

Isto é uma entrevista que dei ao Diário de Notícias de 22/5/10… não é fácil ler o artigo assim, mas o texto também está aqui… As fotos foram tiradas num daqueles dias de chuva em maio – e estava muito frio – deve ser por isso que parece que tenho uma cara de enterro… *sorriso*

(edited text courtesy of Daniel Cardoso)

© Diário de Notícias 2010

© Diário de Notícias 2010


© Diário de Notícias 2010

© Diário de Notícias 2010


© Diário de Notícias 2010

© Diário de Notícias 2010

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my nephew’s tattoo…

Monday, November 23rd, 2009
blood-taint tattoo...

blood-taint tattoo...

Somehow, one of you found out about my nephew’s tattoo (no doubt I mentioned it somewhere) and asked me to see it. So here it is. It is Carnelian’s blood-taint though not as it would be expressed, in scars, on his back – who would have his mother’s taint and his father’s running down either side of his spine…

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orthogonality…

Friday, November 13th, 2009

five directions - from the Codex Borgia...

five directions - from the Codex Borgia...

I was doing yoga last night and was struck (again) by how the positions I was trying to achieve with my body had parallels with a particular satisfying way of thinking that I am constantly drawn to: the linking factor is ‘orthogonality’. This word is defined by the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary as coming from the Greek meaning “right-angled”… Consider the word “right” – which in turn is defined as being ‘straight’ – and, at least in English, has the meaning of ‘correct’, and even ‘something that is due to a person innately’…

Now this human obsession with ‘right-angles’ – as for example is exemplified in so many of our buildings (round buildings are an obsession for consideration another day)… with their straight edges, their corners, their square doors, windows etc – this obsession does not seem at all surprising to me. Consider yourself standing surveying the world: there is what is in front of you, what is behind, what is to your right, and to your left. This is, I think, likely to be a particularly strong impression to an animal that stands upright. We have a front and a back… and we have eyes, ears, arms, legs etc – right and left of a central axis… This then finds a deep resonance with the world we live in. With its east/west axis defined by the path of the sun and, except on the equator, the sun lies to the south, and thus, behind us, is north. Interestingly, in the Americas (and other places too) there were not only these four directions, but a fifth… the centre… the place you are standing… the place you ‘are’…

Is it surprising then that this omnipresent orthogonality should seep into so much of our thinking? Our writing systems that move horizontally or vertically across rectangular writing surfaces. Our mathematics. Our attempt even to lay out our cities and our fields in grids and rectangles – inscribing them on a planet that, in many ways, we persist in seeing as a massive square – a world with corners…

For me there is an even more subtle consequence. When I do many things, especially writing my stories, I seek a kind of ‘orthogonality’ – that no longer is tied down to rectangles and corners, but rather to an elegance of connection of all the parts so that they span the space (and time) with a minimal elegance; an orthogonality that contains without cramping, leaving the ‘space’ room to breathe…

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a visit to London…

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

I have just returned from 8 days in London. I hung around in the British Museum and there saw an exhibition on Moctezuma. None of the really big artefacts displayed in the museum in Mexico City were there but it was still impressive enough. There is something about the Mesoamerican aesthetic that seems to me incredibly fresh – and strangely modern – almost Art Deco…

London is an intoxicating metropolis: layer upon layer, like paint thickly applied to canvas – not just of structures, but the people too – of every kind, from everywhere…

As part of my struggle to walk away from the Stone Dance, I met up with my editor, Simon, and my agent, Victoria – trying, with their help, to feel my way to new work. Although I am not ready yet to talk details, I think it likely that my next book will be a historical one… though, to echo Deng Xiaoping, a historical novel with Pintoesque characteristics… *grin*

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