Category Archives: Thoughts on imperfection

Beastly beginnings

In the beginning there were animals and they were deemed suitable for writing on. Before paper was introduced in medieval Europe, the book’s origins walked in the meadow as calf, goat, and sheep. Little did they know that their skin would become parchment and filled with poetry, songs, and stern theological lessons. From beast to book: each page in a medieval codex represents an end and a beginning.

We owe a lot to medieval flocks. Jointly, uncountable animals secured the survival of classical and medieval texts in their afterlives, transporting them to the safety of the printing age, and our own bookcases. The manner of transportation varied. Some rides were luxurious and pampered readers with velvety pages; others were third class. Parchment makers sold different grades of sheets, from cheap to expensive, and visual perfection drove up the price. As did size: large books with perfect skin were the SUVs among manuscripts.

Did medieval readers give any thought to holding a beast for a book? Parchment made with care hid its beginnings well. Properly de-haired, trimmed and sanded, a page was just a page. Except when the knife of the parchment maker slipped and produced a tiny cut, which showed up as an oval hole on the page (as seen here). Because it was harder to clean the area around it, stubborn hair tended to stay in place. It made the animal come out of hiding, put it back into full view: this story of Lucan was evidently copied on the skin of a calf with white hair.

Images: Leiden, University Library, BUR Q 1: Lucan, De bello civili (digitized here, find the page here). Larger photo my own, the other is taken from the digitized object.

Perfect imperfection

The chances of a medieval book making it to the safety of a modern library are dazzlingly small. Relatively few did. Imagine the challenging journey across centuries of wear and tear, fire and water, and perhaps worst of all, fickle readers. Why keep a book from the past that is handwritten on yellowish animal skin if the printer around the corner offered a perfectly white vegan option on paper?

It is an utterly unbalanced fight, book survival. What is to survive must be kept one hundred percent of the time, while a single discarding gesture made the book disappear forever. A medieval codex easily had ten or more owners and for this survival thing to work, each one had to care as much as their predecessor. A weak link in the provenance chain may undo a rare book’s existence. Not that we would necessarily know, because books that vanish, usually vanish without a trace. We think.

I find myself pondering all this when I open a battered manuscript in the library and observe its attention-seeking imperfection: bright purple mould stains mark the tough journey the book is recovering from. Made it, crossed the finish line! This is probably why I like imperfections in rare books so much. It feels as if an old book in perfect condition has missed the chance to grow a personality: it sneaked through history without absorbing any of it—it is not perfect yet.

Image: Leiden, University Library, BPL 2896 (Glossed Psalter, Italy, 12th century), digitized here. Large photo my own.