A Man For All Seasons, the 1966 film based on Robert Bolt's play and starring Paul Scofield, imprinted on a generation a glowing picture of Sir Thomas More as a warmhearted humanist: a loving family man, a brilliant lawyer and writer, and a steadfast friend of Henry VIII until the rift over Henry's break with the Roman church brought More to the execution block.
Sir Thomas More by Hans Holbein |
Deeply conservative, More loathed and feared the radicalism of the German Lutherans. He was shaken by the news of the sack of Rome, a barbarous rampage by a mixed brew of Spanish, Italian, and German mercenary troops who, unpaid after fighting for the Emperor Charles, mutinied and stormed the city. They massacred a third of the population, prodded cardinals through the streets to be butchered, auctioned off nuns who were then raped at their altars, and shredded precious manuscripts of the Vatican library to use them for horses' bedding. The carnage stunned Europe.
The Sack of Rome 1527 |
As Chancellor of England, More was vigilant at upholding the church's authority as the supreme pillar of the state. At that time Bibles printed in English were illegal (the church allowed only Bibles in Latin) and More authorized raids on secret gatherings of people who had smuggled in English Bibles. He destroyed the books and sent the criminals, if they did not recant their heresy, to the stake to be burned.
Like complex ideologues of our own time, More, while condemning others to death, was also a caring and loving father. He wrote affectionate letters to his children whenever he was away on his business for the king, and, quite unusually for the period, he educated his daughters on an equal footing with his son.
Margaret More |
More also had a ward, Anne Cresacre, who grew up with his children and married his son, John. The Court of Wards was one of the Tudor crown's most lucrative ministries. All orphans with significant property became wards of the king, who then sold the wardships. Gentlemen bid for these sought-after prizes since the guardian pocketed the rents and revenues of the ward's property until the young person came of age.
Anne Cresacre's story inspired me to create another ward for More in The Queen's Lady, Honor Larke, who grows up revering him and becomes a lady-in-waiting to Henry VIII's first wife, Catherine of Aragon. The story turns on Honor being forced to choose sides in the religious extremism of the day, bringing her into conflict with her once-beloved guardian.
Catherine of Aragon |
Anne Boleyn |
On the scaffold, as the executioner stood ready with his axe, More's last words were true to his complex nature: "I die the king's good servant, but God's first."
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The Queen's Gamble |
The UK edition of The Queen's Lady will be published by Constable & Robinson in October 2012.
UK Edition The Queen's Lady (Oct 2012) |
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I actually still have this movie on VHS. One of my favorites actually. Can't wait to read the books!
ReplyDeleteGreat to hear from you, Margaret. Enjoy the "Thornleigh" books - the adventure begins with THE QUEEN'S LADY :)
ReplyDeleteGreat blog. But there's an end to this story...
ReplyDeleteMore's head was put on a pike on London Bridge after his beheading. There was a time frame how long heads could be up there before being removed and thrown in the river. His daughter never had the body buried, but begged the authorities to give the head to her, so she could join it with his body.
When the time came, the man who removed More's head was amazed. He told everyone he met More's head was pink and fresh as if it had never been severed from his body. It was a miracle.
Glad you enjoyed it, Katherine. Thanks for this little epilogue.
ReplyDeleteInteresting post! And here's an epi-epilogue...why did it take until 1935 for him to be canonized? 400 years later...
ReplyDeleteSusie, you've coined a new word :) And as "epi-epilogues" go, I'd say the Catholic church got the last word 400 years after the fact. Propaganda is timeless.
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