prefers republicanism, and anticipates several of the devices of modern parliamentary democracy. Yet the two may profitably be read in association. Together they help to explain the careers of such antimoralists as Richelieu, Napoleon, Lenin, Mussolini, Hitler, and Stalin. Also they help to explain the con- tinuous though prettily disguised power struggle that goes on in ali democracies, including our own.
Machiavelli was a practical politician. Under the Florentine Republic he held office for fourteen years, serving efficiently as diplomat and army organizer. In
His reputation, an odd one, has given us the adjective "Machiavellian." During the Elizabethan era "Old Nick" was a term referring as much to his first name as to the Devil. lago and a dozen other Italianate Elizabethan villains are in part the consequence of a popular misconception of Machiavelli. He became known as a godless and cynical defender of force and fraud in statecraft.
Ali Machiavelli did was to cry out that the emperor had no clothes on. He told the truth about power as he saw it in actual operation, and if the truth was not pretty, he is hardly to be blamed for that. He himself seems to have been a reasonably vir- tuous man, no hater of humanity, neither devilish nor neurotic.
Also it should be remembered that
Because the politics of European nationalism have been in part guided by this icy, terrifyingly intelligent book of instruc- tion, it is well worth reading.
C.F.
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FRANЗOIS RABELAIS
1483-1553
This book, while it contains plenty of narrative, has no clear plot, is virtually formless, and eludes classification. It takes its place near the beginning of French literature, but the French novel does not descend from it. Nothing descends from it. Though it has had imitators, it stands by itself. It is a wild, sane, wonderful, exasperating, sometimes tedious extrava- ganza. Although it is open to a dozen interpretations, one thing at least can be said of it: It is the work of a supreme genius of language whose vitality and power of verbal invention are matched only by Shakespeare and Joyce.
About Rabelais's life we know little. He was a monk, a doc- tor, personal physician to the important Cardinal du Bellay, an editor, and of course a writer. At various times his books got him into trouble with the authorities. The more bigoted Catholics of his time attacked him; so did the Calvinists, whose bigotry one cannot qualify in any way. Still, despite his satiric view of the churchly obscurantism of his period, there is noth- ing to prove he was not a good, though hardly straitlaced, Catholic. Anatole France said that Rabelais "believed in God five days out of seven, which is a good deal." Fair enough.
The five books of