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APOLLO MAGAZINE – SEPTEMBER 2025

September 1, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

APOLLO MAGAZINE: The latest issue features The singular art of Georges de La Tour | Britain’s place in the soft-power race | Alec Cobbe’s masterful collecting | the Mona Lisa of medieval manuscripts

When American modernism planted its flag in London

Eero Saarinen’s US embassy building in Mayfair has long been undervalued, but its conversion into a luxury hotel may help revive its reputation

When British sculpture became modern

Henry Moore and Barbara Hepworth are ever in demand, but the market for their lesser-known contemporaries is growing too

Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun’s Roman holiday

While exiled in the city, Marie Antoinette’s favourite artist stuck up a close friendship with her own idol, Angelica Kauffman

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THE MAN WHO INVENTED THE MODERN THRILLER

August 29, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

Before Hitchcock or Highsmith, there was Pietro Aretino—Renaissance Venice’s scandalous satirist who turned gossip into cliffhangers and obscenity into art. The man who terrified popes may also have invented the modern thriller.

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 29, 2025

Venice, 1537

The candle gutters in its brass dish, casting a crooked halo on the damp walls of a salon off the Grand Canal. Pietro Aretino leans back in his chair, one boot propped on a velvet footstool, his voice curling through the smoke like a blade. He does not write—he dictates. A scribe, young and ink-stained, hunches over parchment, trying to keep pace. The letter—addressed, perhaps, to a cardinal, perhaps to a painter—will contain more than pleasantries. It will contain a threat, veiled as an observation, wrapped in a joke.

“Princes fear me more than the plague,” Aretino murmurs, eyes half-lidded. “For I do not kill bodies—I murder reputations.”

The scribe pauses, startled. Aretino waves him on. “Write it. Let them tremble.”

Tomorrow, this page will cross the lagoon, board a courier’s horse, and ignite tremors in Rome or Paris. It may be copied, whispered, condemned. It may be burned. But it will be read.

It was Aretino’s genius to recognize that scandal was not merely gossip—it was architecture. A scaffolding of insinuation and revelation designed to leave its victim dangling. In his six volumes of Lettere (1537–1557), he sharpened that architecture to a fine point. Written to popes, kings, artists, and courtesans, the letters are part autobiography, part political commentary, and wholly performance. “I speak to the powerful as I would to a neighbor,” he crowed, “for truth makes no bow.” What terrified his recipients was not what he said but what he withheld. His words worked like cliffhangers: each letter a suspense novel in miniature.

Aretino liked to imagine himself not born in Arezzo, as the records claimed, but in his own tongue. The myth suited him: a man conjured out of ink and scandal rather than flesh and baptismal water. By the 1520s, he was notorious as the flagello dei principi—the scourge of princes. The title was not a label pinned on him by enemies; it was one he cultivated, polished, and wore like armor. “I carry more lives in my inkpot than the hangman in his noose,” he declared, and few doubted it.

His life was a play in which he cast himself as both author and protagonist. When Pope Clement VII hesitated to pay him, Aretino wrote slyly, “Your Holiness, whose charity is beyond compare, surely requires no reminder of the poverty that afflicts your devoted servant.” In another letter, he praised the Pope’s mercy while threatening to reveal “those excesses which Rome whispers but dares not record.” He lived by double edge: each compliment a prelude, each benediction a warning.

The tactic was not confined to popes. To Michelangelo he sent fulsome admiration: “Your brush moves like lightning, striking down the pride of the ancients.” To Titian he became impresario, writing to Francis I of France that no royal gallery could be complete without Titian’s brush. But the same pen could turn against friend or patron in an instant. A single phrase from Aretino could undo a reputation; a withheld rumor could ruin a night’s sleep.

His enemies often answered with violence. In Rome, in 1525, mercenaries burst into his lodgings after he lampooned the papal indulgence sellers in his Frottole. They dragged him into the street and beat him nearly to death. Neighbors recalled him crawling, bloodied, back to his rooms. Later, when asked why he returned to writing almost immediately, he grinned through broken teeth: “Even death cannot silence a tongue as sharp as mine.” The scars became his punctuation. “My scars,” he wrote in the Lettere, “are the punctuation marks of my story.”

Aretino’s letters functioned like serialized thrillers. Each installment built tension, each cliffhanger left its audience half-terrified, half-delighted. He understood that suggestion could be more devastating than revelation, that anticipation was more dangerous than disclosure. He used ambiguity as a weapon, seeding his pages with conditional phrases: “It is said,” “One hears,” “Were I less discreet…” They were not evasions. They were traps.

One courtier compared the experience to “sitting at supper and finding the meat still bleeding.” The reader was implicated, made complicit in the scandal’s unfolding. Aretino’s genius lay in turning the audience into co-conspirators.

And Venice—city of masks, labyrinths, and whispered betrayals—was practically designed as the birthplace of the thriller. Long before the genre had a name, its ingredients were already steeping in the canals: duplicity, desire, surveillance, and the ever-present threat of exposure. Aretino didn’t write thrillers in form, but he mastered their emotional architecture. His letters were suspenseful, his dialogues scandalous, his persona a walking cliffhanger. Venice gave him the perfect mise-en-scène: a place where truth wore a disguise and reputation was currency. The city itself functioned like a thriller plot—beautiful on the surface, treacherous underneath.

And consider the mechanics: the masked ball becomes the thriller’s false identity. The gondola ride at midnight becomes the covert rendezvous. The whispered rumor in a candlelit salon becomes the inciting incident. The Contarini garden becomes the secret meeting place where alliances shift and truths unravel. It is no accident that Henry James, Daphne du Maurier, Patricia Highsmith, and Donna Leon all returned to Venice when they wanted to explore psychological tension and moral ambiguity. The city doesn’t just host thrillers—it is one.

Imagine a summer evening in 1537. The garden is fragrant with jasmine and fig. Aretino reclines beneath a pergola, flanked by Titian and a Greek scholar from Crete. A courtesan named Nanna pours wine into silver cups.

“You paint gods,” Aretino says to Titian, “but I paint men. And men are far more dangerous.”

Titian chuckles. “Gods do not pay commissions.”

The scholar leans in. “And men do not forgive.”

Nanna smirks, leaning on the marble balustrade. “And yet men pay both of you—in gold for their portraits, in secrets for his letters.”

Aretino raises his cup. “Which is why I never ask forgiveness. Only attention.”

Venice itself became a character: beautiful, deceptive, morally ambiguous. Its canals mirrored the duplicity of its citizens. Its masks—literal and figurative—echoed Aretino’s own performative identity.

But letters were only one weapon. In 1527, Aretino detonated another: the Sonetti lussuriosi, written to accompany Giulio Romano’s engravings known as I Modi. The sonnets made no attempt at discretion. In one, a woman gasps mid-embrace, “Oh God, if this be sin, then let me sin forever!” In another, a lover interrupts her partner’s poetic boasting with the sharp command: “Speak less and thrust more.” The verses shocked even worldly Rome. Pope Clement VII banned the work, copies were burned, and Aretino’s name became synonymous with obscenity. Yet suppression only heightened its allure. “My verses are daggers,” he later said, “that caress before they strike.”

He followed with the Ragionamenti (1534–1536), dialogues between prostitutes and matrons that turned confession into carnival. In the Dialogo della Nanna e della Antonia, one woman scoffs, “The cardinals pray with their lips while their hands wander beneath the skirts.” In the Dialogo nel quale la Nanna insegna a la Pippa, the older courtesan instructs a young girl in survival: “A woman must learn to wield her body as men wield their swords.” These were not just bawdy jokes but philosophical inversions. They exposed hypocrisy with laughter and turned vice into discourse.

His comedies struck with equal force. In La Cortigiana (1534), a satire of Roman society, a friar assures his audience: “Do as I say, not as I do—for my sins are a privilege of office.” In Il Marescalco, a groom forced into marriage laments, “Better to wed a sword than a wife, for steel at least does not betray.” In La Talanta, he boasted with characteristic swagger: “My tongue is the scourge of princes and the trumpet of truth.” These plays were not staged fantasies but mirrors held to the world. Rome and Venice recognized themselves, and recoiled.

Even his occasional pieces carried teeth. During the sack of Rome, he penned the Frottole (1527), short verses filled with bitter humor: “The Germans loot the altars, the Spaniards strip the nuns, and Christ hides his face behind the clouds.” Earlier still, in Il Testamento dell’Elefante Hanno (1516), he composed a mock will for Pope Leo X’s pet elephant. The beast bequeathed its tusks to the cardinals and its dung to the faithful: “For the people, my eternal gift, what Rome already feeds them daily.” Juvenile, grotesque, and brilliant, it set the tone for a lifetime of satiric violence.

Was Aretino a moralist or a manipulator? The question haunts his legacy. Like Machiavelli, he understood power. Like Montaigne, he understood performance. His satire was not disinterested—it was strategic. He exposed corruption, yes, but he also profited from it. His critics accused him of blackmail, of cruelty, of vulgarity. But Aretino saw himself as a mirror. “I do not invent,” he wrote, “I reflect.” The discomfort lay not in his words, but in their accuracy.

The dilemma still feels modern. When does exposure serve truth, and when does it become spectacle? Is scandal a form of justice—or just another form of entertainment? To read Aretino is to feel that question sharpen into relevance. He knew the intoxicating pleasure of watching a hypocrite stripped bare, but he also knew the profit of keeping the knife just shy of the skin.

For centuries, Aretino was dismissed as a pornographer and blackmailer, an obscene footnote beside Petrarch and Ariosto. But scandal has a way of surviving. Nineteenth-century Romantics rediscovered him as a prophet of modernity. Today, critics trace his fingerprints across satire, reportage, and fiction. Balzac’s Parisian intrigues, Wilde’s aesthetic scandals, Patricia Highsmith’s Venetian thrillers—all echo Aretino’s mix of desire and dread.

And then there are the heirs who claimed him outright. The Marquis de Sade, that relentless anatomist of transgression, drew directly from Aretino’s playbook. Sade’s philosophical obscenities echo the structures of the Ragionamenti and the Sonetti lussuriosi: dialogues in which sexuality becomes both performance and interrogation, the bed a courtroom, the embrace a cross-examination. Like Aretino, Sade deployed eroticism not only to shock but to dismantle. Both men wielded obscenity as an intellectual weapon, stripping religion and politics of their sanctity by exposing their hypocrisies in the stark light of desire. When Sade has his libertines sneer at clerics who preach chastity while gorging on pleasure, he repeats Aretino’s barbed observation from a century earlier: “The cardinals pray with their lips while their hands wander beneath the skirts.”

Sade shared Aretino’s radical anti-clericalism, his love of dialogue as a tool of exposure, and his cultivation of notoriety as a literary strategy. The “Divine Marquis” may have been locked in the Bastille, but he carried in his cell Aretino’s scandalous legacy: the belief that obscenity could be philosophy, that provocation itself could be a mode of truth-telling.

Three centuries later, Guillaume Apollinaire would rediscover Aretino with a different eye. In the early twentieth century, Apollinaire praised him as a master who combined “the obscene with the sublime.” In works like Les Onze Mille Verges (The Eleven Thousand Rods), Apollinaire blurred the line between pornography and poetry, scandal and art, just as Aretino had done in his Venetian salons. He admired Aretino’s ability to turn audacity into literature, to make provocation itself a kind of aesthetic. “There is,” Apollinaire wrote of Aretino, “a grandeur in obscenity when it reveals the soul of an age.”

Apollinaire saw in Aretino a precedent for his own experiments: erotic audacity, satirical edge, literary innovation, and a fascination with scandal as aesthetic principle. Where Aretino staged dialogues between courtesans and matrons, Apollinaire crafted delirious erotic parables; where Aretino mocked clerics in his comedies, Apollinaire mocked bourgeois morality with surreal extravagance. Both men made literature dangerous again—texts that could be banned, burned, whispered, yet still survive.

In this long genealogy, Aretino is less a Renaissance curiosity than the origin point of a scandalous tradition that threads through Sade’s prisons, Apollinaire’s Paris, and our own scandal-hungry media. Each recognized that literature need not be safe, that scandal could be structure, that provocation could outlast sermons.

Most uncanny is how current Aretino feels. “What is whispered,” he mused in the Ragionamenti, “weighs more than what is spoken.” That line could be Twitter’s motto, or the tagline of an exposé-driven news cycle. Aretino would have thrived online: the cryptic tweet, the artful insinuation, the screenshot without context. He would have understood the logic of cancel culture, the way scandal circulates as performance, the way innuendo becomes currency.

Imagine him at the end, older now, dictating one last letter. The room is quieter, the scars deeper, the city outside still murmuring with intrigue. He knows his enemies wait for him to fall silent, but he also knows the page will outlive him. The candlelight no longer dances—it trembles. His scribe, older now too, no longer rushes. They have learned the rhythm of Aretino’s menace: slow, deliberate, inevitable.

He pauses mid-sentence, gazing out toward the lagoon. The bells of San Zanipolo toll the hour. A gondola glides past, its oars whispering against the water. Somewhere in the Palazzo Contarini dal Zaffo garden, jasmine blooms in the dark.

“Write this,” he says finally. “To be feared is to be remembered. To be remembered is to be read.”

The scribe hesitates. “And to be read?”

Aretino smiles. “Is to survive.”

He signs his name with a flourish—Pietro Aretino—and sets the quill down. The letter will travel, as they always have, faster than truth and deeper than rumor. It will be copied, misquoted, condemned, and preserved. It will be read by those who hate him and those who become him.

Centuries later, in a world of digital whispers and algorithmic outrage, his voice still echoes. In every scandal that unfolds like a story, in every tweet that wounds like a dagger, in every exposé that trembles with withheld revelation—Aretino is there. Not as ghost, but as architect. He understood what we are still learning: that scandal is not the opposite of art. It is one of its oldest forms. And in the hands of a master, it becomes not just spectacle, but structure. Not just provocation, but prophecy.

The trumpet still sounds. The question is not whether we hear it. The question is whether we recognize the tune.

THIS ESSAY WAS WRITTEN AND EDITED UTILIZING AI

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The Envelope of Democracy

August 26, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

How a practice born on Civil War battlefields became the latest front in America’s fight over trust, law, and the vote.

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 23, 2025

On a raw November morning in 1864, somewhere in a Union encampment in Virginia, soldiers bent over makeshift tables to mark their ballots. The war was not yet won; Grant’s men were still grinding through the trenches around Petersburg. Yet Abraham Lincoln insisted that these men, scattered across muddy fields and far from home, should not be denied the right to vote. Their ballots were gathered, sealed, and carried by courier and rail to their home states, where clerks would tally them beside those cast in person. For the first time in American history, large numbers of citizens voted from a distance—an innovation spread across 19 Union states by hasty wartime statutes and improvised procedures (National Park Service; Smithsonian).

Lincoln understood the stakes. After the votes were counted, he marveled that “a people’s government can sustain a national election, in the midst of a great civil war” (Library of Congress). To deny soldiers their ballots was to deny the Union the very legitimacy for which it fought. Then, as now, critics fretted about fraud and undue influence: Democrats accused Republicans of manufacturing ballots in the field; rumors spread of generals pressuring soldiers to vote for Lincoln. Newspapers thundered warnings about the dilution of the franchise. But the republic held. Soldiers voted, the ballots were counted, and Lincoln was re-elected.

A century and a half later, the envelope has become a battlefield again. Donald Trump has promised to “end mail-in ballots” and scrap voting machines, declaring them corrupt, even while bipartisan experts explain that nearly all U.S. ballots are already paper, with machines used only for tabulation and auditing (AP; Bipartisan Policy Center). The paradox is striking: modern tabulators are faster and more accurate than human tallies, while hand counts are prone to fatigue and error (Time).

But how did a practice with Civil War pedigree come to be portrayed as a threat to democracy itself? What, at root, do Americans fear when they fear the mailed ballot?

In a Phoenix suburb not long ago, a first-time voter—call her Teresa—dropped her ballot at a post office with pride. She liked the ritual: filling it out at her kitchen table, checking the boxes twice, signing carefully. Weeks later, she learned her ballot had been rejected for a signature mismatch with an old ID on file. She had, without knowing it, missed the deadline to “cure” her ballot. “It felt like I didn’t exist,” one young Arizonan told NPR, voicing the frustration of many. Across the country, younger and minority voters are disproportionately likely to have their mail ballots rejected for administrative reasons such as missing signatures or late arrival. If fraud by mail is vanishingly rare, disenfranchisement by process is not.

Meanwhile, on the factory floor of American vote-by-mail, the ordinary hum of democratic labor continues. Oregon has conducted its elections almost entirely by mail for a quarter century, with consistently high participation and confidence (Oregon Secretary of State). Colorado followed with its own all-mail model, paired with automatic registration, ballot tracking, and risk-limiting audits (Colorado Secretary of State). Washington and Utah have joined in similar fashion. Election officials talk about the efficiency of central counting centers, the ease of auditing paper ballots, the increased access for rural and working-class voters. One clerk described her office during election week as “a warehouse of democracy,” envelopes stacked in trays, staff bent over machines that scan and sort. In one corner, a team compares signatures with the care of art historians verifying provenance. The scene is not sinister but oddly moving: democracy reduced to thousands of small acts of faith, each envelope a declaration that one voice counts.

And yet suspicion lingers. Part of it is ritual. The image of democracy for generations has been the polling place: chalkboard schedules, folding booths, poll books fat with names. The mailed ballot decentralizes the ceremony. It moves civic action into kitchens and break rooms, onto couches and barracks bunks. For some, invisibility breeds mistrust; for others, it is the genius of the thing—citizenship woven into home life, not just performed in public.

Part of the anxiety is legal. The Constitution’s Elections Clause gives the states authority over the “Times, Places and Manner” of congressional elections but empowers Congress to “make or alter such Regulations” (Constitution Annotated). Presidents have no such power. The White House cannot ban absentee ballots by decree. Congress could attempt to standardize or limit the use of mail ballots in federal elections—though any sweeping restriction would run headlong into litigation from voters who cannot be present on Election Day, from soldiers on deployment to homebound citizens.

And we have seen how precarious counting can be when law and logistics collide. In 2000, Florida’s election—and the presidency—turned not on fraud but on ballots: “hanging chads,” the ambiguous punch-card remnants that confounded machines and humans alike. The Supreme Court’s decision in Bush v. Gore halted a chaotic recount and left many Americans convinced that the true count would forever be unknowable (Oyez). The lesson was not that ballots are fraudulent, mailed or otherwise, but that the process of counting and verifying them is fragile, and that the legitimacy of outcomes depends on rules agreed to before the tally begins.

It is tempting, in moments of panic, to look abroad for calibration. In the United Kingdom, postal ballots are an ordinary convenience governed by clear rules (UK Electoral Commission). Canadians deploy a “special ballot” system that lets voters cast by post from the Yukon to Kandahar (Elections Canada). The Swiss have made postal voting a workaday part of civic life (Swiss Confederation). Fraud exists everywhere—but serious cases are exceptional, detected, and punished.

Back home, the research is blunt. The Brennan Center for Justice finds that fraud in mail balloting is “virtually nonexistent.” A Stanford–MIT study found that universal vote-by-mail programs in California, Utah, and Washington had no partisan effect—undercutting claims that the method “rigs” outcomes rather than simply broadening access. And those claims that machines slow results? Election administrators, backed by Wisconsin Watch, explain that hand counts tend to be slower and less accurate, while scanners paired with paper ballots and audits deliver both speed and verifiability.

Still, mistrust metastasizes, not from facts but from fear. A rumor in Georgia about “suitcases of ballots,” long debunked, lingers as a meme. A Michigan voter insists he saw a neighbor mail five envelopes, unaware they were for a household of five registered voters. Conspiracy thrives in the gap between visibility and imagination.

Yet even as the mailed ballot feels embattled, the next frontier is already under debate. In recent years, pilot projects have tested whether citizens might someday cast votes on their phones or laptops, secured not by envelopes but by cryptographic ledgers. The mobile voting platform Voatz, used experimentally in West Virginia and a few municipal elections, drew headlines for its promise of accessibility but also for its flaws: researchers at MIT found vulnerabilities tied to third-party cloud storage and weak authentication, prompting urgent warnings (MIT Technology Review). GoatBytes’ 2023 review noted that blockchain frameworks like Hyperledger Sawtooth and Fabric might one day offer stronger, verifiable digital ballots, and even the U.S. Postal Service has patented a blockchain-based mobile voting system (USPTO Patent). Capitol Technology University traced this shift as the latest stage in the long evolution from paper to punch cards to optical scanners, with AI now assisting ballot tabulation (Capitol Tech University). For proponents, mobile systems are less about novelty than necessity: the disabled veteran, the soldier abroad, the homebound elder—all could vote with a tap.

But here, too, the fault lines are visible. The American Bar Association recently cautioned that while blockchain and smartphone voting might expand access, they raise thorny questions about privacy, coercion, and verification—how to ensure a vote cast on a personal device is both secret and authentic. TIME Magazine spotlighted the allure of digital voting for those long underserved by the system, even as groups like Verified Voting warned that premature adoption could expose elections to risks far graver than those posed by paper mail ballots (TIME). In this telling, technology is Janus-faced: a path to broaden democracy’s reach, and a Pandora’s box of new vulnerabilities. If the mailed envelope embodies trust carried by hand, the mobile ballot would ask citizens to entrust their franchise to lines of code. Whether Americans are ready to make that leap remains an open question.

If there is a flaw to worry about, it is not the specter of rampant fraud, but the small, fixable frictions that disenfranchise well-meaning voters: needlessly strict signature-match policies, short cure windows, postal delays for ballots requested late, confusing instructions, and uneven funding for local election offices. The remedy comes not from abolishing the envelope, but from investing in the infrastructure around it: clear statewide standards for verification and cure; robust voter education about deadlines; modernized voter registration databases; secure drop boxes; and the budget lines that let county clerks hire and train staff.

In the end, the mailed ballot is less a departure from American tradition than a continuation of it. The ritual has changed—less courthouse, more kitchen table—but the bargain is the same. When a soldier in 1864 dropped his folded ballot into a wooden box, he entrusted strangers to carry it home. When a modern voter seals an envelope in Denver or Tacoma, she entrusts a chain of clerks, scanners, and auditors. Trust, not spectacle, is the beating heart of the system.

And perhaps that is why the envelope matters so much now. To defend it is not merely to defend convenience; it is to defend a vision of democracy capacious enough to reach the absent, the disabled, the far-flung, the over-scheduled—our fellow citizens whose lives do not always bend to a Tuesday line at a nearby gym. To reject it is to narrow the franchise to those who can appear on command.

Imagine Lincoln again, weary at the White House in the fall of 1864, reading dispatches about alleged fraud in soldier ballots and still insisting the votes be counted. Imagine a first-time voter in Phoenix who lost her chance over a mismatched squiggle, and the next one who won’t because the state clarified its cure rules. Imagine the county clerk who will never trend on social media, but who builds public confidence day by day with plain procedures and paper trails.

At the end of the day, American democracy may still come down to envelopes—white, yellow, blue—carried in postal bins, stacked in counting rooms, marked by the smudges of human hands. They are fragile, yes, but they are resilient too. The Civil War ballots survived trains and rivers; today’s ballots survive disinformation and delay. The act is the same: a citizen marks a choice, seals it, and sends it forth with faith that it will be received. If democracy is government of, by, and for the people, then every envelope is its emissary.

What would we lose if we tore that emissary up? Not only the votes of those who cannot stand in line, but the habit of trust that keeps the republic breathing. Better, then, to do what we have done at our best moments—to keep counting, keep auditing, keep improving, keep faith. The mailed ballot is not a relic of pandemic panic; it is a tested tool of a sprawling republic that has always asked its citizens to speak from wherever they are.

THIS ESSAY WAS WRITTEN AND EDITED UTILIZING AI

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The Silvered City with a Fevered Heart

August 20, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

In 1590, the Spanish port of Seville was the epicenter of the first global economy—a city drowning in silver, haunted by plagues, and inventing the anxieties we now know all too well. Its story is a warning.

By Michael Cummins, Editor, Intellicurean, August 20, 2025

Before there was Wall Street, London, or Shanghai, there was Seville. We live today in a world defined by intricate global supply chains, where fortunes are made on the abstract flow of capital and data, and where a single ship stuck in a canal can trigger worldwide anxiety. We know the feeling of living in a hyper-connected age, with all its dizzying wealth and its profound fragility. We talk of unicorn companies, bubbles, and systemic risk, sensing that the towering edifice of our prosperity rests on foundations we don’t fully understand. But what did the very first version of that world feel like, before the risks were modeled and the consequences were known?

To understand the unnerving vertigo of our own time, you have to go back to a muddy river in southern Spain, four centuries ago, when the modern world was being born in a flash of silver and blood. You have to imagine a spring morning in 1590.

At first light, the galleon Nuestra Señora de la Merced drifts slowly up the Guadalquivir River. Its sails, slack after the long Atlantic crossing from Panama, are stained with salt and sea-spray. Its sturdy Iberian oak hull, scarred by shipworms and storms, creaks under the registered weight of 500 tons. On the bustling Arenal waterfront, a dockworker named Mateo shields his eyes against the rising sun. He sees not a symbol of imperial glory, but the promise of a day’s wage, the chance to buy bread for his family at a price that seems to climb higher every month. His ropes are coiled in calloused hands, the air thick around him with the smell of pitch, citrus, and the river’s brackish breath.

Further back, shielded from the morning sun in the arcaded loggias of the Calle de las Gradas, men of a different class watch the same ship with a far more specific terror. A Genoese banker in sober black silk mentally calculates the interest on the massive loan he extended to King Philip II, a loan secured against this very shipment. Beside him, a Castilian merchant, having mortgaged his ancestral lands to finance a speculative cargo of wine and olive oil on the outgoing voyage, feels a tremor of hope and fear. Was the voyage profitable? Did pirates strike? Did the storms claim his fortune?

In a dusty office nearby, a scribe from the Casa de la Contratación—the formidable House of Trade—readies his quills and ledgers. He will spend the day recording every ingot, every barrel, every notarized claim, his neat columns tracking the quinto real, the “royal fifth,” the 20% tax on all precious metals that funds Spain’s sprawling wars in Flanders and the Mediterranean. In this moment, a city of nearly 150,000 souls—the largest and most important in Castile—holds its breath. The Guadalquivir carries not only treasure but the very lifeblood of an empire. And with it, a new kind of global pulse.

For nearly a century, Seville held the absolute monopoly on all trade with the Americas. Granted by the crown in 1503, this privilege meant every ounce of silver from the great mountain-mine of Potosí, every barrel of cochineal dye, every crate of indigo, and every human being—whether a returning colonist, a hopeful migrant, or an enslaved African—was funneled through its port. It was not merely a metropolis; it was a complex, living organism. Its artery was the river; its brain was the bureaucracy of the Casa; its beating heart was the Plaza de San Francisco, where coin, credit, and rumor changed hands with dizzying speed.

The brain of this operation, the Casa de la Contratación, was an institution without precedent. It was a combination of a shipping board, a research institute, and a supreme court for all maritime affairs. Within its walls, master cartographers secretly updated the Padrón Real, the master map of the New World, a document of such immense geopolitical value that its theft would be a blow to the entire empire. Its school for pilots trained men to navigate by the stars to a world that was, to most Europeans, still a realm of myth. The Casa licensed every ship, certified every sailor, and processed every manifest. It was the centralized, bureaucratic engine of the world’s first truly global enterprise.

The lifeblood of the system was the annual treasure fleet, the Flota de Indias. This convoy system, a necessity born from the existential threat of French and English privateers, was a marvel of logistics. Sailing in two main branches—one to Mexico, the other to Panama to collect the silver of Peru—the fleets were floating cities, military and commercial operations of immense scale. Their return, usually in late spring, was the moment the imperial heart beat loudest. The sheer volume of wealth was staggering. According to the foundational economic data compiled by Earl J. Hamilton, in the two decades from 1581 to 1600, over 52 million pesos in silver and gold were officially registered passing through Seville. The clang of heavy presses striking that silver into the iconic reales de a ocho, or pieces of eight—the world’s first global currency—echoed from the Royal Mint near the river.

This deluge of wealth transformed the city. To manage the booming trade, construction had begun in 1584 on a grand new merchant exchange, the Casa Lonja de Mercaderes. Designed by Juan de Herrera, the architect of the king’s austere Escorial palace, its monumental Renaissance style was a physical manifestation of Seville’s self-image: ordered, powerful, and the nerve center of a global Christian empire. The great Gothic Cathedral, already one of the largest in Christendom, glittered with new silver candlesticks and gold-leafed altarpieces forged from American bullion. The city attracted a complex web of foreign merchants and bankers who operated in a state of symbiotic tension with the Spanish crown. As historian Eberhard Crailsheim explains, foreign merchants were “indispensable for the functioning of the Spanish monopoly system, while at the same time they were its greatest threat.” They provided the credit and financial instruments the empire desperately needed, ensuring that American silver circulated rapidly into the European economy to pay the crown’s debts, often before it had even been unloaded at the Arenal.

But this firehose of silver was never pure. The same river that delivered the bullion also carried plague, contraband, and devastating floodwaters. That river of wealth was also a river of poison.

The most visceral fear was disease. Each arriving fleet was a potential vector for an epidemic. Ships from the Caribbean, their crews weakened by months at sea and ravaged by scurvy, disgorged sailors carrying typhus, smallpox, and what was then called vómito negro (yellow fever) into the densely packed, unsanitary tenements of the Triana neighborhood across the river. An outbreak meant sudden, terrifying death. It meant closed gates, armed guards preventing travel, and the dreaded chalk mark on the door of an infected house. While the truly catastrophic Great Castilian Plague of 1596–1601, which would kill a quarter of the city’s population, was still a few years away, smaller outbreaks kept the city in a perpetual state of anxiety.

Economic contagion was just as insidious. The endless flood of American silver triggered a century-long inflationary crisis known as the Price Revolution. As the money supply swelled, the value of each coin fell, and the price of everything—from bread and wine to cloth and rent—skyrocketed. A blacksmith or farmer in the Castilian countryside found himself poorer each year, his labor worth less and less. The very treasure that enriched the king and a small class of merchants was simultaneously impoverishing the kingdom. This paradox revealed the empire’s core fragility: it was living on credit, perpetually on the verge of bankruptcy (which it would declare again in 1596), its vast military and political ambitions financed by treasure it had not yet received.

Illicit trade pulsed through the artery with the same rhythm as legal commerce. Silver was smuggled to avoid the quinto real, often with the collusion of the very officials meant to prevent it. Forbidden books—Protestant tracts from Northern Europe or scientific texts deemed heretical—were hidden in barrels and circulated in the city’s more than one hundred taverns. And in the shadows of the Cathedral, a teeming underworld flourished. This was the world Miguel de Cervantes knew intimately. In the late 1580s, he served in Seville as a naval commissary, requisitioning wheat and olive oil for the navy—a frustrating job that landed him in jail and exposed him to the city’s seedy underbelly. His experience shaped his picaresque tale Rinconete y Cortadillo, a brilliant portrait of a city of hustlers, thieves, and corrupt officials who had created a perfect, parasitic society in the shadow of imperial wealth.

The Guadalquivir itself, the source of all this prosperity, was turning against the city. Centuries of deforestation and agricultural runoff were causing the river channel to silt up, creating treacherous sandbars near its mouth. As modern hydrological studies confirm, the late sixteenth century was a period of extreme environmental change in the estuary. At the time, the city’s frequent, devastating floods were interpreted as divine punishment for its sins of greed and luxury. In reality, it was a slow, man-made thrombosis. The great artery was hardening.

In a city defined by such spectacular contradictions—unimaginable wealth and desperate poverty, global connection and epidemic disease, rigid piety and rampant crime—life was lived on a knife’s edge. To manage these profound anxieties, Seville transformed itself into a grand stage, and the river became the backdrop for its most important dramas of power, faith, and identity.

The sensory experience of the port was an unforgettable piece of theater. Chroniclers describe the overwhelming smells of spices and sewage, the cacophony of ships’ bells and construction cranes, and the shouts of sailors in a dozen languages. Enslaved West Africans loaded and unloaded cargo in the grueling sun, their forced labor the invisible foundation of the entire enterprise. Moorish artisans crafted vibrant ceramics in Triana, while Flemish merchants in lace collars inspected textiles near the Casa Lonja. It was a microcosm of a new, globalized world, assembled by force and commerce on the banks of a single river.

To contain the social and spiritual anxieties this world produced, the city deployed the power of art and ritual. Painters of the emerging Seville School, like Francisco Pacheco, experimented with dramatic chiaroscuro, their canvases echoing the city’s tension between divine order and worldly excess. The church, enriched beyond measure by the tithes on American silver, became the primary patron of this art. As historian Amanda Wunder argues in her book Baroque Seville, these spectacular displays were essential civic mechanisms. The city, she writes, sought to “transmute the New World’s silver into a spiritual treasure that could be stored up in heaven” as a defense against the very instability that wealth created.

Nowhere was this clearer than during the feast of Corpus Christi, the city’s most important celebration. The streets were covered in flowers. The great guilds marched with their banners. And at the heart of the procession was the custodia, an immense, fortress-like monstrance of solid silver, paraded through the city as a tangible symbol of God’s presence. This was not mere decoration; it was a carefully choreographed piece of public therapy. It took the source of the city’s anxiety—silver—and transformed it into an object of sacred devotion, reassuring the populace that their chaotic world was still under divine control. In this baroque theater, as the eminent historian Antonio Domínguez Ortiz noted, Seville’s greatness was inseparable from its “spectacular fragility.”

Overseeing this entire performance was the Holy Office of the Inquisition, its headquarters looming in the castle of Triana. The Inquisition was not just hunting heretics; it was policing the boundaries of thought and expression in a dangerously cosmopolitan city. Its public trials, the autos-da-fé, were another, darker form of theater, designed to root out dissent and reinforce social order. Its presence created a climate of suspicion that simmered beneath the city’s vibrant surface.

The year 1590 was, in retrospect, a historical precipice. To a contemporary observer standing on the Triana bridge, watching the forest of masts on the river, Seville must have seemed invincible, the permanent heart of a permanent empire. The monumental walls of the Casa Lonja were rising, the mint’s hammers clanged incessantly, and the Cathedral shone with American treasure.

Yet within its very triumph lay the seeds of its decay. The shocking defeat of the Spanish Armada just two years prior had been a blow to both the treasury and the national psyche. The bankruptcy of 1596 loomed. The river’s sedimentation was worsening, a physical reality that would, over the next few decades, slowly choke the port and eventually divert the monopoly of trade to Cádiz. The great artery was silting, even as its pulse quickened.

Still, to walk the riverbank in 1590 was to witness the apex. Children stared at ships vanishing over the horizon toward a nearly mythical world; merchants prayed over contracts sealed with a handshake; artisans fashioned silver into monstrances of breathtaking complexity. The Guadalquivir carried all these flows—material, sensory, and symbolic. Its pulse was not merely economic; it was emotional, theological, and aesthetic. A popular epithet of the time called Seville “the city where the world’s heart beats.” In 1590, that heartbeat was fevered, irregular, and already trembling with overexertion—but it was magnificent.

At dusk, as the river darkened to ink, the silver locked away in the city’s coffers seemed to gleam like a heart beating too fast, too bright, and far too fragile to last. In that shimmer lay the paradox of Seville: a city at once glorious and doomed, sustained and threatened by the very waters that had forged its destiny. It’s a paradox baked into the very nature of globalization—a fevered heartbeat we can still hear in the rhythm of our own world.

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TIMES LITERARY SUPPLEMENT – AUGUST 22, 2025 PREVIEW

August 20, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

TIMES LITERARY SUPPLEMENT: The latest issue features Lawrence Durrell, “so many towns” that could “become Alexandria” – “founded”, as indeed so many were, “At the doors of Africa”, “Upon a parting”. Yet what other town could boast of anything to compare with that “last pale / Lighthouse”, the Pharos of Alexandria, “like a Samson blinded”?

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Literary myth-making, from Alexandria to Corfu By Jonathan Keates

‘Celestial walnuts’

The pleasures and challenges of making – and describing – great wines By George Berridge

The path to Rome

Investigating the deathbed conversion of Oscar Wilde By Richard A. Kaye

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History Today Magazine – September 2025 Preview

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HISTORY TODAY MAGAZINE: The latest issue features ‘The Greek World At War’….

The Ancient Greek World at War

For the ancient Greeks, the Peloponnesian War was a conflict involving the entire world. For Thucydides, it was a lesson in the realities of human nature. Robin Waterfield

Afghanistan 1919: Facing the Wasps’ Nest

Against the odds, the Third Anglo-Afghan War led to Afghanistan’s independence from the British Empire. Heather Campbell

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THE COURAGE TO QUESTION: HOW AN EMPIRE WAS BUILT

August 16, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 16, 2025

The memory of the Islamic Golden Age evokes powerful images: Baghdad’s legendary House of Wisdom, a beacon of scholarship for the world’s greatest minds; the astronomical observatories of Samarkand, mapping the heavens with unprecedented precision; the grand libraries of Córdoba, containing more books than all of Europe combined. For roughly five centuries, from the 8th to the 13th, the Islamic world was the undisputed global epicenter of science, philosophy, and culture. Its innovations gifted humanity algebra and algorithms, advanced surgical techniques, and the classical Greek philosophy that would later fuel the European Renaissance.

This flourishing was no accident. It was the direct result of a powerful, synergistic formula: the fusion of a voracious, institutionalized curiosity with strategic state patronage and a climate of relative tolerance. Yet, its eventual decline offers an equally crucial lesson—that such a vibrant ecosystem is fragile. Its vitality is contingent on maintaining an open spirit of inquiry, the closing of which precedes stagnation and decay. The story of the Islamic Golden Age, told through its twin centers of Baghdad and Córdoba, is therefore both an inspiring blueprint for civilizational greatness and a timeless cautionary tale of how easily it can be lost.

The Engine: A Genius for Synthesis

The foundation of the Golden Age was its genius for synthesis. It was an institutionalized curiosity that understood new knowledge is forged by actively seeking out, challenging, and combining the wisdom of others. As the scholar Dimitri Gutas argues in his seminal work, Greek Thought, Arabic Culture, this was not a random burst of energy but a deliberate, state-sponsored project driven by the “social and political imperatives of a new empire.” The Abbasid Caliphs, having established their capital in Baghdad in 762, sat at the crossroads of the Persian, Byzantine, and Indian worlds. Rather than view the intellectual traditions of these conquered or rival lands as a threat, they saw them as an invaluable resource for building a universalist imperial ideology.

This conviction gave rise to the Translation Movement, a massive, state-funded effort to translate the great works of science, medicine, and philosophy into Arabic. The nerve center of this project was Baghdad’s House of Wisdom (Bayt al-Hikmah). Far more than a library, it was a dynamic academy, a translation bureau, and a research institute where scholars from across the known world collaborated.

Their goal was never mere preservation. As the historian George Saliba demonstrates, they were active innovators who critically engaged with, corrected, and vastly expanded upon ancient texts. Ptolemy’s astronomical model in the Almagest was not just translated; it was rigorously tested in new observatories, its mathematical errors identified, and its cosmological assumptions challenged by thinkers like Ibn al-Haytham (Alhazen), whose work on optics overturned centuries of classical theory.

He did not simply import knowledge; he synthesized it into something new.

This process created a powerful intellectual alchemy. In mathematics, Muhammad ibn Musa al-Khwarizmi, a Persian scholar at the House of Wisdom, encountered the revolutionary numeral system from India, which included the concept of zero. He fused this with the geometric principles of the Greeks to create a new discipline he outlined in his landmark book, The Compendious Book on Calculation by Completion and Balancing. From the title’s key term, al-jabr (‘completion’ or ‘restoring’), the world received algebra—a tool for abstract problem-solving that would transform the world.

This same engine of synthesis, fueled by a competitive spirit, was humming thousands of miles away in Al-Andalus. In its capital, Córdoba, the physician Al-Zahrawi (Abulcasis), often called the father of modern surgery, compiled the Al-Tasrif, a thirty-volume medical encyclopedia. It was a monumental synthesis of classical medical knowledge with his own pioneering innovations, introducing the use of catgut for internal stitches and designing dozens of new surgical instruments that would define European medical practice for centuries. In philosophy, the Córdoban thinker Ibn Rushd (Averroes) produced radical commentaries on Aristotle that were so influential he became known simply as “The Commentator” in medieval Europe. He sought to demonstrate that reason and revelation were not in conflict but were two paths to the same truth, a bold intellectual project that would profoundly reshape Western scholasticism.

The Fuel: Strategic Investment in Knowledge

This intellectual engine was deliberately and lavishly fueled by rulers who saw investment in knowledge as a cornerstone of state power, prestige, and practical advantage. The immense wealth of the Abbasid Caliphate, derived from its control of global trade routes, made this grand-scale patronage possible. This power was materialized in Baghdad itself, Caliph al-Mansur’s perfectly circular “City of Peace,” an architectural marvel with the caliph’s palace and the grand mosque at its absolute center, symbolizing his position as the axis of the world. Later Abbasid palaces were sprawling complexes of exquisite gardens, cool marble halls, and courtyards filled with intricate fountains and exotic animals—dazzling stages for courtly life where poets, musicians, and scholars vied for the caliph’s favor.

It was within these opulent settings that legendary patrons like Harun al-Rashid and his son, al-Ma’mun, held court. Al-Ma’mun, a rationalist thinker himself, is said to have been inspired by a dream in which he conversed with Aristotle. He poured vast resources into the House of Wisdom, funding expeditions to Byzantium to acquire rare manuscripts and reportedly paying translators their weight in gold.

This model of state-sponsored knowledge was pursued with competitive fervor in Al-Andalus. In Córdoba, the Umayyad Caliph Abd al-Rahman III sought to build a capital that would eclipse all rivals. A few miles outside the city, he constructed a fabled palace-city, Madinat al-Zahra (“the shining city”). It was a breathtaking statement of power, built in terraces on a mountainside with thousands of imported marble columns. Its audience chambers were adorned with ivory and ebony, and at the center of the most magnificent hall lay a basin filled with shimmering quicksilver, which, when agitated, would flood the room with dazzling reflections of light.

This was a “war of culture” in which libraries were arsenals and palaces were declarations of supremacy. It was in this environment that Al-Hakam II, Abd al-Rahman’s son, amassed his legendary library of over 400,000 volumes, a beacon of knowledge designed to outshine Baghdad itself. This rivalry between distant capitals created a powerful ecosystem for genius, establishing a lasting infrastructure for discovery that attracted the best minds from every corner of the globe.

The Superpower: Pragmatic and Inclusive Tolerance

The era’s intellectual and financial investments were supercharged by a climate of relative tolerance. This was not a modern, egalitarian pluralism, but a practical and strategic inclusion that prevented intellectual monocultures and proved to be a civilizational superpower. As María Rosa Menocal writes in The Ornament of the World, this was a culture capable of a “first-rate pluralism,” where contradictions were not just tolerated but were often the source of creative energy.

The work of the Golden Age was a multi-faith and multi-ethnic endeavor. In Baghdad, the chief translator at the House of Wisdom and the most important medical scholar of his time, Hunayn ibn Ishaq, was a Nestorian Christian. A master of four languages—Syriac, Arabic, Greek, and Persian—he established a rigorous methodology, collecting multiple manuscript versions of a text to ensure the most accurate translation. For generations, Christian physicians from the Bakhtishu’ family served as personal doctors to the Abbasid caliphs.

This principle was just as potent in the West. In Córdoba, the court of Abd al-Rahman III thrived on the talents of figures like Hasdai ibn Shaprut, a Jewish physician and scholar who rose to become the caliph’s most trusted diplomat and vizier. He not only managed foreign policy but also used his position to patronize Hebrew poets and grammarians, fostering a golden age of Jewish culture that flourished in the heart of Islamic Spain. This was made possible by the dhimmi (protected peoples) system, which, while hierarchical, guaranteed non-Muslims the right to practice their faith and participate in intellectual life. In the realms of science and philosophy, merit and skill were often the ultimate currency. This diversity was the Golden Age’s secret weapon.

The Cautionary Tale: The Closing of the Mind

The Golden Age did not end simply with the hoofbeats of Mongol horses in 1258. Its decline was a prolonged grinding down of the audacious spirit of open inquiry. The Mongol sack of Baghdad was a devastating blow, but it struck a body already weakened by an internal intellectual malaise.

This cultural shift is often symbolized by the brilliant 11th-century theologian, Abu Hamid al-Ghazali. His influential critique of Hellenistic philosophy, The Incoherence of the Philosophers, was not an attack on reason itself—he was a master of it, who championed Aristotelian logic as a necessary tool for theology. Rather, it was a powerful argument against what he saw as the metaphysical overreach of philosophers on matters that he believed could only be known through divine revelation. His work, however, was a symptom of a decisive cultural turn. The intellectual energy of the elite, and the patronage that supported it, began to be re-channeled—away from speculative, open-ended philosophy (falsafa) and towards the preservation and systematization of established religious doctrine.

The central questions shifted from “What can we discover?” to “How do we defend what we know?”

This was compounded by political fragmentation. As the central authority of the Abbasid Caliphate waned, insecure local rulers, like the Seljuk Turks, increasingly sought legitimacy by patronizing conservative religious scholars. Funding flowed toward madrasas focused on theology and law rather than independent scientific academies. When a culture begins to fear certain questions, it loses its ability to generate new answers. The great North African historian Ibn Khaldun, writing in the 14th century from the ruins of this intellectual world, diagnosed the decline with stunning clarity in his Muqaddimah. He observed that when civilizations become too comfortable and focused on preserving past glories, they lose the “group solidarity” and intellectual dynamism that made them great. This growing intellectual rigidity created a civilizational brittleness, leaving it vulnerable to catastrophic external shocks.

Conclusion: A Timeless Blueprint

The legacy of the Islamic Golden Age is a double-edged one. Its rise in both the East and West provides a clear blueprint for greatness, built on relentless curiosity, wise patronage, and pragmatic inclusion. This formula demonstrates that progress is a product of openness and investment. Its decline, however, is a stark warning. The erosion of that most crucial pillar—the open, questioning mind—preceded the civilization’s fall.

The essential lesson of this epic is that culture precedes power. The wealth, military strength, and political influence of the caliphates were not the cause of the Golden Age; they were the result of a culture confident enough to be curious, strong enough to tolerate dissent, and wise enough to invest in knowledge. The engine of its greatness was not the treasury, but the House of Wisdom and the Library of Córdoba. Consequently, its decline was not merely a political or military failure, but the late-stage symptom of an intellectual culture that had begun to value orthodoxy over inquiry. When the questions stopped, the innovations stopped, and the foundations of power crumbled from within.

This narrative is not a historical artifact. It is a timeless blueprint, revealing that the most critical infrastructure any society can build is not made of stone or steel, but of the institutions and values that protect and promote the open pursuit of knowledge. In our modern world, the House of Wisdom finds its echo in publicly funded research universities, in international scientific collaborations, and in the legal frameworks that protect free speech and intellectual inquiry. The patronage of al-Ma’mun is mirrored in the grants that fund basic research—the kind of open-ended exploration that may not have an immediate commercial application but is the seedbed of future revolutions. The tolerance of Córdoba is the argument for diversity in our labs, our boardrooms, and our governments, recognizing that a multiplicity of perspectives is not a liability to be managed, but a strategic asset that fuels innovation.

The open secret of the Golden Age is therefore not a secret at all, but a choice. It is the choice to believe that greatness is born from the courage to question, to synthesize, and to explore. It is the choice to see knowledge not as a finite territory to be defended, but as an infinite ocean to be discovered. The moment a society decides it already has all the answers—the moment it values certainty over curiosity—is the moment its decline becomes inevitable.

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The Multi-Faith Prosperity Of 10th-Century Córdoba

August 13, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 13, 2025

While much of Christian Europe was mired in the intellectual and economic stagnation of the so-called “Dark Ages,” 10th-century Córdoba, the capital of the Umayyad Caliphate of al-Andalus, blazed as a singular exception in the medieval world. It was not merely its population of over 250,000, its paved streets, or its public baths that made it a marvel. The true marvel of Córdoba lay in its unprecedented model of intellectual and economic collaboration, a model that harnessed the talents of its diverse Muslim, Jewish, and Christian populations. While modern historians like [suspicious link removed] have rightly challenged the romanticized notion of a perfect convivencia—or coexistence—there is no denying that the collective contributions of its Jewish and Christian communities were not peripheral. They were, in fact, integral to the caliphate’s rise as a preeminent power, forging a society so unique that it stands apart in human history.

This era’s success was a testament to a pragmatic, collaborative environment. As scholar María Rosa Menocal eloquently argued in her book, The Ornament of the World, the period was defined by a culture where “tolerance was an inherent aspect of Andalusian society,” allowing for an extraordinary degree of exchange and innovation. In this multi-faith environment, Jewish and Christian communities were not simply tolerated subjects; they were indispensable collaborators. Their contributions were so intertwined with the caliphate’s achievements that its success would have been impossible without them. This collaborative ethos also extended to the roles of women, who, despite the era’s patriarchal legal framework, rose to prominence as scholars, poets, scribes, and even political figures, further enriching the city’s intellectual and cultural life.

The Engine of Scholarship: A Shared Knowledge Base

The intellectual life of 10th-century Córdoba was a testament to the power of a shared, multilingual knowledge base, a system that was virtually without parallel in the medieval world. The Umayyad rulers, particularly Caliph al-Hakam II, created the institutional framework for learning. A dedicated bibliophile, al-Hakam II amassed a caliphal library that some sources claim numbered as many as 400,000 volumes, commissioning scribes and bookbinders to produce new copies.

While monastic libraries in Christian Europe contained only a few hundred manuscripts, often focused on religious dogma, the caliphal library was a dynamic workshop where scholars of all faiths worked side by side to translate ancient Greek and Latin texts, a process that preserved and expanded upon classical knowledge largely lost to the rest of Europe. The caliph’s agents were dispatched across the Islamic world and beyond to acquire rare manuscripts on every conceivable subject, from medicine and astronomy to poetry and philosophy.

The caliph’s patronage extended to a diverse group of intellectuals who curated the collection, and the role of women in this intellectual flowering was particularly striking. Among them was Lubna of Córdoba, a remarkable intellectual, poet, and mathematician who rose from slavery to become one of al-Hakam II’s most trusted secretaries, instrumental in the administration of the library itself. Her story is a powerful example of the city’s unique meritocratic ethos, where talent and intellect could transcend social barriers.

The contributions of women in scholarship were not limited to Lubna; records show that hundreds of women worked as professional scribes and copyists, transcribing books and manuscripts for the royal library. Beyond the library, the era produced celebrated female poets and scholars whose work was highly regarded, such as ‘A’isha bint Ahmad al-Qurtubiyya, a renowned poet and calligrapher, and the poet Wallada bint al-Mustakfi, famous for her sharp wit and love poems.

The Great Mosque of Córdoba served as the city’s de facto university, a hub of religious and secular learning where scholars and students from diverse backgrounds gathered for instruction. The caliphs funded chairs for distinguished professors, and the mosque’s courtyards provided a space for open intellectual exchange, fostering a culture of critical inquiry and debate. As Dr. Nowar Nizar Al-Ani and his colleagues noted, this institutional framework was designed to “foster a kind of intellectual pluralism that was revolutionary for its time.”

It was in this environment that Jewish and Christian scholars were not just conduits for old ideas but active contributors to new ones. The Jewish community, in particular, experienced a golden age under this system. Hasdai ibn Shaprut, a Jewish court physician and scholar, was at the forefront of medical research and botanical studies. He was also a major patron of Jewish intellectual life, sponsoring scholars and poets who would compose masterpieces of Hebrew literature and helping to establish Córdoba as a new center for Jewish scholarship, eclipsing the traditional academies in Baghdad.

This era also produced pioneering scientific advancements, such as those of the physician Abulcasis (Al-Zahrawi), a key figure of the late 10th century. He wrote a comprehensive 30-volume medical encyclopedia, Al-Tasrif, which was revolutionary for its detailed descriptions of surgical procedures and instruments, many of which he invented. His work would become a standard medical text in Europe for centuries, directly influencing the development of surgery.

The fusion of knowledge and faith led to a unique intellectual environment where, as Jerrilynn D. Dodds‘s edited volume, Al-Andalus: The Art of Islamic Spain, suggests, “the arts of the mind were as celebrated as the arts of the hand.” This collaborative spirit permeated scholarly life: a Christian monk might have been translating a Greek medical treatise in one corner of a library while a Jewish botanist analyzed a new plant in another. It was this cross-pollination of ideas, made possible by the linguistic and cultural fluency of the Christian and Jewish communities, that truly powered Córdoba’s intellectual engine.

The Foundation of Prosperity: Economic and Diplomatic Contributions

The wealth and political stability of the Umayyad Caliphate did not emerge in a vacuum; they were built on the contributions of its non-Muslim subjects, who served as a vital economic and diplomatic backbone. In a period when European feudal society was strictly hierarchical and exclusive, Córdoba’s pragmatic approach was historically unique.

The Jewish community was essential to Córdoba’s sophisticated diplomatic network, with its members highly valued for their linguistic skills and relative neutrality in disputes between Muslim and Christian rulers. The elevation of Hasdai ibn Shaprut to a position of such immense influence—a Jewish diplomat and physician serving as a key advisor to the caliph—was a political innovation without parallel in the medieval West. Fluent in Arabic, Hebrew, and Latin, Hasdai was an indispensable intermediary in diplomatic missions to Christian kingdoms like León and the Holy Roman Empire, skillfully navigating political tensions and securing alliances. He also served as the head of the Jewish community, centralizing cultural life in Córdoba and fostering its independence from the Jewish academies in Baghdad.

The economic engine of Córdoba was also powered by its minorities. The Jewish community was instrumental in the city’s robust international trade, acting as merchants and financiers. Their extensive networks across Europe and the Mediterranean were crucial to Córdoba’s commercial success, helping to establish trade routes that brought precious silks, spices, and other luxury goods into al-Andalus. This immense wealth funded the caliphate’s ambitious building projects. As L. P. Harvey notes in his work, Islamic Spain, 1250 to 1500, the caliphate’s political authority rested on a “pragmatic reliance on a professional class of civil servants, many of whom came from the dhimmi communities, whose loyalty and expertise were a cornerstone of the administrative apparatus.”

Christians, known as Mozarabs, also played critical, though often different, roles. While the highest offices were reserved for Muslims, some Christians rose to positions of influence. For example, a Christian cleric named Recemund served as a civil servant for ‘Abd al-Rahman III and even undertook a diplomatic mission to the Holy Roman Emperor, Otto I. However, the majority of the Christian population was essential to the agricultural economy in the surrounding rural areas. Their contributions as farmers and artisans, who continued many of the traditions and techniques from the Visigothic period, were fundamental to the food supply and wealth of the caliphate.

The Unique Fabric: Cultural and Artistic Synthesis

The artistic and cultural identity of 10th-century Córdoba was a magnificent tapestry woven from the threads of all three religions. The caliphs’ patronage of the arts led to a unique blending of styles that is most famously showcased in the Great Mosque. Its most significant and elaborate expansion, led by Caliph al-Hakam II, featured intricate polylobed arches, ribbed domes, and the lavish use of mosaics—a technique learned directly from Byzantine Christian craftsmen. According to the article “Historical restorations of the Maqṣūrah glass mosaics from the Great Mosque of Córdoba” by J. V. Tarín et al., the caliph specifically sought out Byzantine craftsmen, a profound act of cultural confidence that integrated Christian artistic tradition into the very heart of Islamic worship. In a world often defined by sectarian art, this was a revolutionary aesthetic vision.

Beyond the grand monuments, this cultural synthesis permeated everyday life. The “Mozarabic” style of art and architecture—a blend of Christian and Islamic design—flourished. Christian artisans were not only employed on royal projects but also developed their own unique style that incorporated elements of Islamic geometric patterns and calligraphy. This fusion was also evident in language and literature. Many Christians and Jews adopted Arabic as their language for daily life and scholarship, leading to a unique body of work where Jewish poets composed in a sophisticated Hebrew deeply influenced by Arabic meter and rhyme schemes. As the volume Al-Andalus: The Art of Islamic Spain captures, the art of the period was a “visual dialogue between cultures.” The result was a truly syncretic culture, a unique and irreplaceable expression of the people who created it.

The caliphate’s immense wealth also fueled a boom in refined artistic crafts. Cordoban artisans were celebrated for their skills in calligraphy, which adorned not only architecture but also the lavish ivory caskets and boxes that were prized possessions of the caliph’s court. These caskets, often carved with intricate scenes and calligraphic inscriptions, are a perfect example of how different artistic traditions were fused. Similarly, the city was famous for its fine metalwork, glazed tiles, and high-quality textiles, which were not only major economic drivers but also expressions of a sophisticated and cosmopolitan taste. The creation of the palatine city of Madinat al-Zahra, a new capital built by ‘Abd al-Rahman III, further exemplified this artistic ambition. Its lavish palaces and gardens, described in scholarly works as “a testament to the state’s power and artistic ambition,” were a massive undertaking that drew on the combined skills of Muslim, Jewish, and Christian artisans, cementing the visual legacy of the golden age.

Conclusion

Córdoba in the 10th century was more than just a powerful city; it was a testament to the potential for a pluralistic society to flourish. Its success was a collaborative endeavor, with Jewish, Christian, and female communities providing the crucial intellectual, economic, and cultural components that enabled the Umayyad Caliphate to achieve its zenith. Through their roles as translators, scholars, diplomats, merchants, and artisans, these groups were not simply tolerated subjects but indispensable collaborators in the creation of a sophisticated civilization.

The modern scholarship of historians like Kenneth Baxter Wolf has rightly challenged the romanticized “myth of coexistence,” pointing to the complex realities of power dynamics. But even with this more critical lens, the story that emerges is not one of a failed paradise, but a more compelling and historically significant narrative: a society where, for a sustained period, deep cultural and intellectual collaboration was possible. The lessons of Córdoba continue to resonate today, reminding us that cultural exchange is often the true catalyst for progress.

This legacy is perhaps best captured by a post on the Jewish Andalusian Heritage Route, which describes how the Jewish sages of Andalusia “loved the Torah but understood existence and Judaism as a whole that encompassed religion, spirituality, science, poetry and literature, music, medicine and philosophy.” This powerful insight tells a more complete and hopeful story of how diverse people, bound together by a shared quest for knowledge and prosperity, can build an enduring legacy.

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The Enduring Power of Place: Step Into Historian David McCullough’s Work

August 12, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 12, 2025

A vast stone arch, a suspension of steel, a ribbon of concrete stretching across a chasm—these are not merely feats of engineering or infrastructure. They are, in the words of the great historian David McCullough, monuments to the human spirit, physical places that embody the stories of ingenuity, perseverance, and sacrifice that created them. While the written word provides the essential narrative framework for understanding the past, McCullough’s work, from his celebrated biographies to his upcoming collection of essays, History Matters (2025), consistently champions the idea that visiting and comprehending these physical settings offers a uniquely powerful and visceral connection to history.

These places are not just backdrops; they are tangible testaments, silent witnesses to the struggles and triumphs that have shaped our world, offering a depth of understanding that written accounts alone cannot fully provide. In History Matters, McCullough writes, “History is a guide to navigation in perilous times. History is who we are and why we are the way we are.” This philosophy is the essay’s core, as we explore how the places he chronicled are integral to this understanding.

In his extensive body of work, McCullough frequently returned to this theme, demonstrating how the physical presence of a historical site grounds the abstract facts of the past in the authentic, palpable reality of the present. He believed that the stories of our past are a “user’s manual for life,” and that the places where these stories unfolded are the most direct way to access that manual. By examining four of his most iconic subjects—the Brooklyn Bridge, the “White City” of the 1893 World’s Fair, the Panama Canal, and Kitty Hawk—we can see this philosophy in action.

Each of these monumental endeavors was an audacious, against-all-odds project that faced incredible technical and personal challenges, including political opposition, financial struggles, and tragic loss of life. Yet, McCullough uses them as a lens to explore the character of the people who built them, the society of the time, and the very idea of American progress and ingenuity. These structures, built against overwhelming odds, stand as powerful reminders that history is an active, ongoing force, waiting to be discovered not just in books, but in the very soil and stone of the world around us.

The Brooklyn Bridge

The Brooklyn Bridge stands as a primary example of a physical place as tangible testimony to human ingenuity. In his landmark book The Great Bridge (1972), McCullough details the seemingly insurmountable challenges faced by the Roebling family in their quest to connect Manhattan and Brooklyn. In the mid-19th century, the idea of spanning the East River, with its powerful currents and constant ship traffic, was seen as an engineering impossibility. The technology for building such a massive structure simply did not exist. The bridge, therefore, was not merely constructed; it was invented. The vision of John Roebling, who conceived the revolutionary design of a steel-wire suspension bridge, was cut short by a tragic accident. His son, Washington, took over the project, only to be struck down by the debilitating effects of “the bends,” a crippling decompression sickness contracted while working in the underwater caissons. These massive timber and iron chambers, filled with compressed air, allowed workers to lay the foundations for the bridge’s monumental stone towers deep below the riverbed. The work was brutal, dangerous, and physically taxing. Washington himself spent countless hours in the caissons, developing the condition that would leave him partially paralyzed. As McCullough writes, “The bridge was a monument to faith and to the force of a single will.” This quote captures the essence of the Roeblings’ spirit, and the enduring structure itself embodies this unwavering faith.

Paralyzed and often bedridden, Washington continued to direct the project from his window, observing the progress through a telescope while his wife, Emily Warren Roebling, acted as his liaison and de facto chief engineer, mastering advanced mathematics and engineering to communicate her husband’s instructions to the men on site. The Roeblings’ story is a personal drama of vision and perseverance, and the physical bridge is a direct reflection of it. The monumental stone towers, with their Gothic arches, are a direct result of the design choices made to withstand immense pressure. The intricate web of steel cables, which Roebling so meticulously calculated, hangs as a monument to his genius. The wooden promenade, a feature initially ridiculed by critics, stands as a testament to the Roeblings’ foresight, offering a space for the public to walk and experience the grandeur of the structure.

A person can read McCullough’s narrative of the Roeblings’ saga and feel inspired by their resilience. However, standing on the promenade today, feeling the subtle vibrations of the traffic below, seeing the cables stretch into the distance, and touching the cold, ancient stone of the towers provides a profound, non-verbal understanding of the sheer audacity of the project. The physical object makes the story of vision, sacrifice, and perseverance feel not like a distant myth, but like a concrete reality, etched into the very materials that compose it. The bridge becomes a silent orator, telling its story without a single word, through its breathtaking scale and enduring presence. It connects us not only to a piece of engineering but to the very human story of a family that poured its life’s work into a single, magnificent idea.

The White City

The “White City” of the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition, as chronicled in The Devil in the White City (2003), serves as a different but equally powerful example of a place as a testament to human will and ambition. Unlike the permanent structures of the Brooklyn Bridge and Panama Canal, the White City was a temporary, almost mythical creation. Built from scratch on swampy land in Chicago, it was a colossal feat of city planning and architectural design that captured the imagination of the world and showcased America’s coming of age. The place itself—with its majestic, neoclassical buildings, grand boulevards, and sprawling lagoons—was a physical manifestation of a nation’s collective vision. The narrative is driven by figures like architect Daniel Burnham, who, much like Washington Roebling, faced immense pressure, logistical nightmares, and constant political infighting. The physical challenges were immense: transforming a marsh into a breathtaking cityscape in just a few short years, all while coordinating the work of an entire generation of architectural titans like Frederick Law Olmsted and Louis Sullivan.

McCullough uses the White City to show how an ambitious idea can be willed into existence through relentless determination. The physical city, for its brief, glorious existence, was the living embodiment of American progress, ingenuity, and the Gilded Age’s opulent grandeur. It was a place where millions came to witness the future, to marvel at electric lights, and to see new technologies like the Ferris wheel. As McCullough writes, “The fair, a world of its own, had a power to transform those who visited it.” This quote highlights the profound, almost magical impact of this temporary place. However, McCullough masterfully contrasts the gleaming promise of the White City with the dark underbelly of the era, epitomized by the psychopathic serial killer H.H. Holmes and his “Murder Castle,” located just a few miles away. The physical contrast between these two places—the temporary, luminous dream and the permanent, sinister reality—is central to the book’s power. Even though the structures of the White City no longer stand, the historical record of this magnificent place—its photographs, its architectural plans, and McCullough’s vivid descriptions—serves as a tangible window into that moment in time, reminding us of the powerful, transformative potential of a shared human vision and the complex, often contradictory, nature of the society that produced it.

The Panama Canal

Finally, the Panama Canal serves as a powerful testament to the theme of human sacrifice and endurance. The canal was not just a feat of engineering; it was a grueling, decades-long battle against nature, disease, and bureaucratic inertia. As chronicled in McCullough’s Pulitzer Prize-winning book, The Path Between the Seas (1977), the French attempt to build a sea-level canal failed catastrophically under the direction of Ferdinand de Lesseps, the engineer of the Suez Canal. They grossly underestimated the challenges of the tropical climate, the unstable geology, and the devastating diseases, costing thousands of lives and ultimately leading to financial ruin. The subsequent American effort, led by figures like Dr. William Gorgas, who tirelessly fought the mosquito-borne diseases, and engineer John Frank Stevens, who abandoned the sea-level plan for a lock-and-lake system, was equally defined by a titanic human cost. The physical canal itself—the vast, deep Culebra Cut that slices through the continental divide, the enormous locks that lift ships over a mountain range, the sprawling Gatun Lake—serves as a permanent memorial to this immense struggle.

The sheer physical scale of the canal is an emotional and intellectual experience that far surpasses any numerical data. One can read that “25,000 workers died” during the French and American construction periods, a statistic that, while tragic, can be difficult to fully comprehend. But to stand at the edge of the Culebra Cut, staring down at the colossal gorge carved out of rock and earth, is to feel the weight of those lives. The physical presence of the cut makes the abstract struggle of “moving a mountain” feel real. The immense size of the locks and the power of the water filling them evokes a sense of awe not just for the engineering, but for the human will that made it happen. The canal is not just a shortcut for global trade; it is a monument to the thousands of unnamed laborers who toiled in oppressive conditions and to the few visionaries who refused to give up. As McCullough wrote, the canal was a testament to the fact that “nothing is more common than the wish to move mountains, but a mountain-moving event requires uncommon determination.” The physical place makes the concept of perseverance tangible, demonstrating in steel, concrete, and water that impossible tasks can be conquered through sheer, relentless human effort. The canal also represents a pivot point in American history, marking the nation’s emergence as a global power and its willingness to take on monumental challenges on the world stage.

Kitty Hawk

In The Wright Brothers, McCullough presents a different kind of historical place: one that is not a monumental structure, but a desolate, windswept beach. The story of Wilbur and Orville Wright’s quest to achieve controlled, powered flight is inextricably linked to this specific location on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. Kitty Hawk was not a place of grandeur, but one of raw, challenging nature. Its consistent, stiff winds and soft, sandy dunes made it an ideal testing ground for their gliders. This place was a crucial collaborator in their scientific process, a physical laboratory where they could test, fail, and re-evaluate their ideas in relative isolation. As McCullough writes of their success, “It was a glorious, almost unbelievable feat of human will, ingenuity and determination.” This triumph was born not on a grand stage, but on a patch of ground that was, at the time, little more than a remote stretch of sand.

McCullough’s narrative emphasizes how the physical conditions of Kitty Hawk—the powerful gales, the endless expanse of sand, and the isolation from the public eye—were essential to the Wrights’ success. They didn’t build a monument to their achievement in a city; they built it in the middle of nowhere. It was a place of quiet, methodical work, of relentless trial and error. The physical space itself was a character in their story, a partner in their success. The first flight did not happen on a grand stage, but on a patch of ground that was, at the time, little more than a remote stretch of sand. Today, when one visits the Wright Brothers National Memorial, the monument is not just the stone pylon marking the first flight, but the entire landscape—the dunes, the wind, and the expansive sky—that made their achievement possible. This place reminds us that some of history’s greatest triumphs begin not with a bang, but in the quiet, isolated spaces where innovation is allowed to thrive.

Conclusion

Beyond these specific examples, McCullough’s philosophy, as expected to be reiterated in History Matters, argues that this direct, experiential connection to place is vital for a vibrant and engaged citizenry. It is the authenticity of standing on the same ground as our forebears that makes history feel relevant to our own lives. A book can tell us about courage, but a place—the Brooklyn Bridge, the Panama Canal, the White City, or a humble battlefield—can make us feel it. These places are the physical embodiment of the narratives that have defined us, and by seeking them out, we are not simply looking at the past; we are a part of a continuous story. They remind us that the qualities of human ingenuity, sacrifice, and perseverance are not merely historical attributes, but enduring elements of the human condition, available to us still today.

Ultimately, McCullough’s legacy is not only in the stories he told but also in his fervent plea for us to recognize the importance of the places where those stories occurred. His work stands as a powerful argument that history is not abstract but is profoundly and permanently embedded in the physical world around us. By preserving and engaging with these historical places, we are not just honoring the past; we are keeping its most powerful lessons alive for our present and for our future. They are the tangible proof that great things are possible, and that the struggles and triumphs of those who came before us are forever etched into the landscape we inhabit today. His writings on these three monumental locations—one that stands forever as a testament to the Roeblings’ vision, another that vanished but whose story remains vivid, and a third that forever altered global commerce—each demonstrate the unique and irreplaceable power of place in history. As he so often reminded us, “We have to know who we are, and where we have come from, to be able to know where we are going.”

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ADVANCING TOWARDS A NEW DEFINITION OF “PROGRESS”

August 9, 2025 She Seeks Serene Leave a comment

By Michael Cummins, Editor, August 9, 2025

The very notion of “progress” has long been a compass for humanity, guiding our societies through eras of profound change. Yet, what we consider an improved or more developed state is a question whose answer has shifted dramatically over time. As the Cambridge Dictionary defines it, progress is simply “movement to an improved or more developed state, or to a forward position.” But whose state is being improved? And toward what future are we truly moving? The illusion of progress is perhaps most evident in the realm of technology, where breathtaking innovation often masks a troubling truth: the benefits are frequently unevenly shared, concentrating power and wealth while leaving many behind.

Historically, the definition of progress was a reflection of the era’s dominant ideology. In the medieval period, progress was a spiritual journey, a devout path toward salvation and the divine kingdom. The great cathedrals were not just architectural feats; they were monuments to this singular, sacred definition of progress. The Enlightenment shattered this spiritual paradigm, replacing it with the ascent of humanity through reason, science, and the triumph over superstition and tyranny. Thinkers like Voltaire and Condorcet envisioned a linear march toward a more enlightened, rational society.

This optimism fueled the Industrial Revolution, where figures like Auguste Comte and Herbert Spencer saw progress as a social evolution—an unstoppable climb toward knowledge and material prosperity. But this vision was a mirage for many. The steam engines that powered unprecedented economic growth also subjected workers to brutal, dehumanizing conditions, where child labor and dangerous factories were the norm. The Gilded Age, following this revolution, enriched railroad magnates and steel barons, while workers struggled in poverty and faced violent crackdowns on their efforts to organize.

Today, a similar paradox haunts our digital age. Meet Maria, a fictional yet representative 40-year-old factory worker in Flint, Michigan. For decades, her livelihood was a steady source of income for her family. But last year, the factory where she worked introduced an AI-powered assembly line, and her job, along with hundreds of others, was automated away. Maria’s story is not an isolated incident; it is a global narrative that reflects the experiences of billions. Technologies like the microchip, the algorithm, and generative AI promise to lift economies and solve complex problems, yet they often leave a trail of deepened inequality in their wake. Her story is a poignant call to arms, demanding that we re-examine our collective understanding of progress.

This essay argues for a new, more deliberate definition of progress—one that moves beyond the historical optimism rooted in automatic technological gains and instead prioritizes equity, empathy, and sustainability. We will explore the clash between techno-optimism, a blind faith in technology’s ability to solve all problems, and techno-realism, a balanced approach that seeks inclusive and ethical innovation. Drawing on the lessons of history and the urgent struggles of individuals like Maria, we will chart a course toward a progress that uplifts all, not just the powerful and the privileged.

The Myth of Automatic Progress

The allure of technology is undeniable. It is a siren’s song, promising a frictionless world of convenience, abundance, and unlimited potential. Marc Andreessen’s 2023 “Techno-Optimist Manifesto” captured this spirit perfectly, a rallying cry for the belief that technology is the engine of all good and that any critique is a form of “demoralization.” However, this viewpoint ignores the central lesson of history: innovation is not inherently a force for equality.

The Industrial Revolution, while a monumental leap for humanity, was a masterclass in how progress can widen the chasm between the rich and the poor. Factory owners, the Andreessens of their day, amassed immense wealth, while the ancestors of today’s factory workers faced dangerous, low-wage jobs and lived in squalor. Today, the same forces are at play. A 2023 McKinsey report projected that up to 30% of jobs in the U.S. could be automated by 2030, a seismic shift that will disproportionately affect low-income workers, the very demographic to which Maria belongs.

Progress, therefore, is not an automatic outcome of innovation; it is a result of conscious choices. As economists Daron Acemoglu and Simon Johnson argue in their pivotal 2023 book Power and Progress, the benefits of technology are not predetermined.

“The distribution of a technology’s benefits is not predetermined but rather a result of governance and societal choices.” — Daron Acemoglu and Simon Johnson, Power and Progress: Our Thousand-Year Struggle Over Technology and Prosperity

Redefining progress means moving beyond the naive assumption that technology’s gains will eventually “trickle down” to everyone. It means choosing policies and systems that uplift workers like Maria, ensuring that the benefits of automation are shared broadly, rather than being captured solely as corporate profits.

The Uneven Pace of Progress

Our perception of progress is often skewed by the dizzying pace of digital advancements. We see the exponential growth of computing power, the rapid development of generative AI, and the constant stream of new gadgets, and we mistakenly believe this is the universal pace of all human progress. But as Vaclav Smil, a renowned scholar on technology and development, reminds us, this is a dangerous illusion.

In his recent book, The Illusion of Progress, Smil meticulously dismantles this notion, arguing that while digital technologies soar, fundamental areas of human need—like energy and food production—are advancing at a far slower, more laborious pace.

“We are misled by the hype of digital advances, mistaking them for universal progress.” — Vaclav Smil, The Illusion of Progress: The Promise and Peril of Technology

A look at the data confirms Smil’s point. According to the International Energy Agency (IEA), the global share of fossil fuels in the primary energy mix only dropped from 85% to 80% between 2000 and 2022—a change so slow it is almost imperceptible. Simultaneously, despite technological advancements, global crop yields for staples like wheat have largely plateaued since 2010, according to a 2023 report from the Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO). This stagnation, combined with global population growth, has left an estimated 735 million people undernourished in 2022, a stark reminder that our most fundamental challenges are not being solved by the same pace of innovation we see in Silicon Valley.

Even the very tools of the digital revolution can be a source of regression. Social media, a technology once heralded as a democratizing force, has become a powerful engine for division and misinformation. For example, a 2023 BBC report documented how WhatsApp was used to fuel ethnic violence during the Kenyan elections. These platforms, while distracting us with their endless streams of content, often divert our attention from the deeper, more systemic issues squeezing families like Maria’s, such as stagnant wages and rising food prices.

Yet, progress is possible when innovation is directed toward systemic challenges. The rise of microgrid solar systems in Bangladesh, which has provided electricity to millions of households, demonstrates how targeted, appropriate technology can bridge gaps and empower communities. Redefining progress means prioritizing these systemic solutions over the next shiny gadget.

Echoes of History in Today’s World

Maria’s job loss in Flint is not a modern anomaly; it is an echo of historical patterns of inequality and division. It resonates with the Gilded Age of the late 19th century, when railroad monopolies and steel magnates like Carnegie amassed colossal fortunes while workers faced brutal, 12-hour days in unsafe factories. The violent Homestead Strike of 1892, where workers fought against wage cuts, is a testament to the bitter class struggle of that era. Today, wealth inequality rivals that gilded age, with a recent Oxfam report showing that the world’s richest 1% have captured almost two-thirds of all new wealth created since 2020. Families like Maria’s are left to struggle with rising rents and stagnant wages, a reality far removed from the promise of prosperity.

“History shows that technological progress often concentrates wealth unless society intervenes.” — Daron Acemoglu and Simon Johnson, Power and Progress

Another powerful historical parallel is the Dust Bowl of the 1930s. Decades of poor agricultural practices and corporate greed, driven by a myopic focus on short-term profit, led to an environmental catastrophe that displaced 2.5 million people. This environmental mismanagement is an eerie precursor to our current climate crisis. A recent NOAA report on California’s wildfires and other extreme weather events shows how a similar failure to prioritize long-term well-being over short-term gains is now displacing millions more, just as it did nearly a century ago.

In Flint, the social fabric is strained, with some residents blaming immigrants for economic woes—a classic scapegoat tactic that ignores the significant contributions of immigrants to the U.S. economy. This echoes the xenophobic sentiment of the 1920s Red Scare and the anti-immigrant rhetoric of the Great Depression. The rise of modern nationalism, fueled by social media and political leaders, mirrors the post-WWI isolationism that deepened the Great Depression. Unchecked AI-driven misinformation and viral “deepfakes” on platforms like X are the modern equivalent of 1930s radio propaganda, amplifying fear and division in our daily feeds.

“We shape our tools, and thereafter our tools shape us, often reviving old divisions.” — Yuval Noah Harari, Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow

Yet, history is not just a cautionary tale; it is also a source of hope. Germany’s proactive refugee integration programs in the mid-2010s, which trained and helped integrate hundreds of thousands of migrants into the workforce, show that societies can learn from past mistakes and choose inclusion over exclusion. A new definition of progress demands that we confront these cycles of inequality, fear, and division. By choosing empathy and equity, we can ensure that technology serves to bridge divides and uplift communities like Maria’s, rather than fracturing them further.

The Perils of Techno-Optimism

The belief that technology will, on its own, solve our most pressing problems—a phenomenon some scholars have termed “technowashing”—is a seductive but dangerous trap. It promises a quick fix while delaying the difficult, structural changes needed to address crises like climate change and social inequality.

In their analysis of climate discourse, scholars Sofia Ribeiro and Viriato Soromenho-Marques argue that techno-optimism is a distraction from necessary action.

“Techno-optimism distracts from the structural changes needed to address climate crises.” — Sofia Ribeiro and Viriato Soromenho-Marques, The Techno-Optimists of Climate Change

The Arctic’s indigenous communities, like the Inuit, face the existential threat of melting permafrost, which a 2023 IPCC report warns could threaten much of their infrastructure. Meanwhile, some oil companies continue to tout expensive and unproven technologies like direct air capture to justify continued fossil fuel extraction, all while delaying the real solutions—a massive investment in renewable energy—that could save trillions of dollars. This is not progress; it is a corporate strategy to externalize costs and delay accountability, echoing the tobacco industry’s denialism of the 1980s. As Nathan J. Robinson’s 2023 critique in Current Affairs notes, techno-optimism is a form of “blind faith” that ignores the need for regulation and ethical oversight, risking a repeat of catastrophes like the 2008 financial crisis, which cost the global economy trillions.

The gig economy is a perfect microcosm of this peril. Driven by AI platforms like Uber, it exemplifies how technology can optimize for profits at the expense of fairness. A recent study from UC Berkeley found that a significant portion of gig workers earn below the minimum wage, as algorithms prioritize efficiency over worker well-being. This echoes the unchecked speculative frenzy of the 1990s dot-com bubble, which ended with trillions in losses. Today, unchecked AI is amplifying these harms, with a 2023 Reuters study finding that a large percentage of content on platforms like X is misleading, fueling division and distrust.

“Technology without politics is a recipe for inequality and instability.” — Evgeny Morozov, The Net Delusion: The Dark Side of Internet Freedom

Yet, rejecting blind techno-optimism is not a rejection of technology itself. It is a demand for a more responsible, regulated approach. Denmark’s wind energy strategy, which has made it a global leader in renewables, is a testament to how pragmatic government regulation and public investment can outpace the empty promises of technowashing. Redefining progress means embracing this kind of techno-realism.

Choosing a Techno-Realist Path

To forge a new definition of progress, we must embrace techno-realism, a balanced approach that harnesses innovation’s potential while grounding it in ethics, transparency, and human needs. As Margaret Gould Stewart, a prominent designer, argues, this is an approach that asks us to design technology that serves society, not just markets.

This path is not about rejecting technology, but about guiding it. Think of the nurses in rural Rwanda, where drones zip through the sky, delivering life-saving blood and vaccines to remote clinics. According to data from the company Zipline, these drones have saved thousands of lives. This is technology not as a shiny, frivolous toy, but as a lifeline, guided by a clear human need.

History and current events show us that this path is possible. The Luddites of 1811, often dismissed as anti-progress, were not fighting against technology; they were fighting for fairness in the face of automation’s threat to their livelihoods. Their spirit lives on in the European Union’s landmark AI Act, which mandates transparency and safety standards to protect workers like Maria from biased algorithms. In Chile, a national program is retraining former coal miners to become renewable energy technicians, creating thousands of jobs and demonstrating that a just transition to a sustainable future is possible when policies prioritize people.

The heart of this vision is empathy. Finland’s national media literacy curriculum, which has been shown to be effective in combating misinformation, is a powerful model for equipping citizens to navigate the digital world. In communities closer to home, programs like Detroit’s urban gardens bring neighbors together to build solidarity across racial and economic divides. In Mexico, indigenous-led conservation projects are blending traditional knowledge with modern science to heal the land.

As Nobel laureate Amartya Sen wrote, true progress is about a fundamental expansion of human freedom.

“Development is about expanding the freedoms of the disadvantaged, not just advancing technology.” — Amartya Sen, Development as Freedom

Costa Rica’s incredible achievement of powering its grid with nearly 100% renewable energy is a beacon of what is possible when a nation aligns innovation with ethics. These stories—from Rwanda’s drones to Mexico’s forests—prove that technology, when guided by history, regulation, and empathy, can serve all.

Conclusion: A Progress We Can All Shape

Maria’s story—her job lost to automation, her family struggling in a community beset by historical inequities—is not a verdict on progress but a powerful, clear-eyed challenge. It forces us to confront the fact that progress is not an inevitable, linear march toward a better future. It is a series of deliberate choices, a constant negotiation between what is technologically possible and what is ethically and socially responsible. The historical echoes of inequality, environmental neglect, and division are loud, but they are not our destiny.

Imagine Maria today, no longer a victim of technological displacement but a beneficiary of a new, more inclusive model. Picture her retrained as a solar technician, her hands wiring a community-owned energy grid that powers Flint’s homes with clean energy. Imagine her voice, once drowned out by economic hardship, now rising on social media to share stories of unity and resilience, drowning out the divisive noise. This vision—where technology is harnessed for all, guided by ethics and empathy—is the progress we must pursue.

The path forward lies in action, not just in promises. It requires us to engage in our communities, pushing for policies that protect and empower workers. It demands that we hold our leaders accountable, advocating for a future where investments in renewable energy and green infrastructure are prioritized over short-term profits. It requires us to support initiatives that teach media literacy, allowing us to discern truth from the fog of misinformation. It is in these steps, grounded in the lessons of history, that we turn a noble vision into a tangible reality.

Progress, in its most meaningful sense, is not about the speed of a microchip or the efficiency of an algorithm. It is about the deliberate, collective movement toward a society where the benefits of innovation are shared broadly, where the most vulnerable are protected, and where our shared future is built on the foundations of empathy, community, and sustainability. It is a journey we must embark on together, a progress we can all shape.