Thomas More’s Utopia (1516)

Peo­ple are apt, these days, to con­sid­er mod­ern life rub­bish and that we’re liv­ing in a qua­si-dystopi­an soci­ety run by fools and cow­ards and spi­ralling towards dis­as­ter. Fair enough; it would be pollyan­nish of me to dis­abuse them of that notion, giv­en the real­i­ties of the world, but let me quick­ly pro­vide a crumb of com­fort by point­ing out that at least we’re still able to enjoy life’s lit­tle plea­sures like this blog. And we can at least dream of how it might have been, how we might have been led by philoso­pher-kings in a just and ide­al soci­ety enjoy­ing a gold­en age. A utopia, if you will…

I don’t know if there ever has been a real-life utopia, but it’s per­haps unlike­ly, giv­en that there have been so many imag­in­ings of one, dat­ing back to 370BC when Pla­to described the attrib­ut­es of a per­fect state in The Repub­lic (and from where we get the term and idea of the “philoso­pher-king”). I sup­pose bright sparks have been lec­tur­ing their com­rades on how things should be done for as long as humans have lived togeth­er, but the writ­ten form — utopi­an lit­er­a­ture — gets prop­er­ly kicked off with Sir Thomas More’s word-coin­ing book Utopia pub­lished in 1516.

Thomas More (1478–1535) was the not­ed Renais­sance human­ist who was at var­i­ous times lawyer, judge, states­man, philoso­pher, author, and Lord High Chan­cel­lor of Eng­land under Hen­ry VIII. Quite the achiev­er, and he is even a saint now, since being canon­ised in 1935 as a mar­tyr (hav­ing been exe­cut­ed as a result of fail­ing to acknowl­edge Hen­ry as supreme head of the Church of Eng­land).

“Utopia” is derived from the Greek pre­fix ou-, mean­ing “not”, and topos, “place” – so, “no place” or “nowhere”. Inter­est­ing­ly, More had ini­tial­ly toyed with nam­ing his fic­tion­al state by the Latin equiv­a­lent of “no place” — Nusqua­ma — so we might today have been talk­ing about Orwell’s 1984, for exam­ple, as a dys­nusquami­an nov­el!

In any event, More’s vision inspired many oth­ers to describe their own ver­sions of an ide­al utopi­an soci­ety, includ­ing Fran­cis Bacon’s New Atlantis (1627), Samuel Butler’s Erewhon (1872) (see what he did there?), H G Wells’ A Mod­ern Utopia (1905), and Aldous Huxley’s utopi­an coun­ter­part to his decid­ed­ly dystopi­an Brave New World, name­ly Island (1962). Well, we can keep imag­in­ing…

Sir Thomas More

Jacques Offenbach’s The Tales Of Hoffman (1880)

Ger­man author E T A Hoff­mann (1776–1822) was one of the major writ­ers of the Roman­tic move­ment and his sto­ries of fan­ta­sy and Goth­ic hor­ror high­ly influ­enced 19th-cen­tu­ry lit­er­a­ture. For exam­ple, Tchaikovsky’s bal­let The Nut­crack­er is based on Hoffman’s novel­la The Nut­crack­er and the Mouse King, while Delibes’ 1870 bal­let Cop­pélia is based on the short sto­ry, The Sand­man. Inci­den­tal­ly, this excerpt from the lat­ter sto­ry, describ­ing that folk­loric char­ac­ter the Sand­man, amply illus­trates that the term ‘Goth­ic hor­ror’ is no exag­ger­a­tion (in bygone ages we didn’t half spin some hor­rif­ic tales for our young, eh?):

Most curi­ous to know more of this Sand­man and his par­tic­u­lar con­nec­tion with chil­dren, I at last asked the old woman who looked after my youngest sis­ter what sort of man he was. “Eh, Nat­ty,” said she, “don’t you know that yet? He is a wicked man, who comes to chil­dren when they won’t go to bed, and throws a hand­ful of sand into their eyes, so that they start out bleed­ing from their heads. He puts their eyes in a bag and car­ries them to the cres­cent moon to feed his own chil­dren, who sit in the nest up there. They have crooked beaks like owls so that they can pick up the eyes of naughty human chil­dren.”

The Sand­man (and two oth­er of Hoff­man’s tales, Coun­cil­lor Kre­spel and The Lost Reflec­tion) also inspired the sub­ject of today’s blog, the opéra fan­tas­tique by French com­pos­er Jacques Offen­bach, The Tales of Hoff­man. Offen­bach (1819–1880) was already a famous com­pos­er of around 100 operettas, such as Orpheus in the Under­world (1858) and La Belle Hélène (1864), when he col­lab­o­rat­ed with Jules Bar­bi­er to bring The Tales of Hoff­man to the stage. It proved to be his final work: know­ing he was dying, he wrote to impre­sario Léon Car­val­ho:

Hâtez-vous de mon­ter mon opéra. Il ne me reste plus longtemps à vivre et mon seul désir est d’as­sis­ter à la pre­mière” (“Hur­ry up and stage my opera. I have not much time left, and my only wish is to attend the open­ing night”)

But it wasn’t to be: Offen­bach died in Octo­ber 1880, four months before the opera’s premiere…nevertheless, his work entered the stan­dard reper­to­ry and is a pop­u­lar piece to this day. Here, lis­ten to Anna Netre­bko and Elī­na Garanča sing the sopra­no and mez­zo-sopra­no duet, the Bar­carolle (Belle nuit, ô nuit d’amour) from Act III. You either know it or you think you don’t know it…but you’ll know it!

Jacques Offen­bach