Reading
I have just last night finished one of the lamer entries in the rehabilitate Richard sweeps.
It is called Richard III: the Last Plantagenet and is a sad, sad book. Not only for its subject matter but also for its inept writing. I could not believe in any of the characters and found even Richard to be an alien figure, with an uncertain temper and nothing at all appealing about him. From what this book says, there is no reason for his inner circle to esteem him highly enough to die for him.
That said, I still am profoundly moved by that last gallant charge down Ambion Hill into the thick of his enemies. I think it is the raw courage which always gets me by the throat. He was so brave, so unlike the poltroon who sat on his horse behind the lines and watched. England was the loser on that August day, the twenty-second of the month in 1485. And I still grieve.
It is called Richard III: the Last Plantagenet and is a sad, sad book. Not only for its subject matter but also for its inept writing. I could not believe in any of the characters and found even Richard to be an alien figure, with an uncertain temper and nothing at all appealing about him. From what this book says, there is no reason for his inner circle to esteem him highly enough to die for him.
That said, I still am profoundly moved by that last gallant charge down Ambion Hill into the thick of his enemies. I think it is the raw courage which always gets me by the throat. He was so brave, so unlike the poltroon who sat on his horse behind the lines and watched. England was the loser on that August day, the twenty-second of the month in 1485. And I still grieve.