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Passionate chronicler of the Middle Ages, the Renaissance and Classical Antiquity. Historical essays on the great themes of my novels.
On 27 November 1095, in a field outside Clermont, Pope Urban II delivered a speech lasting less than an hour that unleashed two hundred years of holy war. But this isn't only the story of a sermon: it's the story of a Europe on the verge of exploding, and of eight centuries of Islamic expansion that already controlled almost all of Spain and threatened to swallow Constantinople whole. It's also the story of Peter the Hermit and his People's Crusade, of the Byzantine emperor Alexios I Komnenos — who asked for an escort and got an entire continent camped at his gates — and of his daughter Anna Komnene, the girl who would one day write the chronicle that lets us see the Crusade through other eyes.
Cicero called him «Father of History». Four centuries later, Plutarch called him, with no anaesthetic, the «father of lies». Herodotus of Halicarnassus travelled through Greece, Egypt, Persia and the Black Sea, writing down everything he saw and everything he was told — including the incredible: flying serpents, giant ants, one-eyed peoples. But he almost always cites his sources, and archaeology has spent a century proving him right on details that once looked invented. My verdict, after years living alongside him: he never lied on purpose. He just mistranslated.
In my book «Malta 1565: The Great Siege», beyond Grand Master Jean de La Valette, there appears another character of enormous importance, one of his commanders: fray Pietro del Monte, an Italian from Monte San Savino, admiral and commander of one of the Order's corsair galleys, nephew of a former Pope and future Grand Master of the Order of Saint John of Malta itself. Well, that Pope whose nephew — or to be precise, cousin — Pietro was, turned out to be Julius III, and his real family history hides one of the worst and most notorious homosexual scandals of sixteenth-century papal Rome.
In 1155 BC, Ramesses III was assassinated inside his own royal harem. It is the only assassination in Ancient Egypt for which we still have the complete trial record: names, titles, damning nicknames, and each conspirator's sentence. And in 2012, a 21st-century autopsy revealed what the papyrus never described: exactly how the king died.
Iwan Rheon, the great young Welsh actor, turned him into the number one, most hated SoB in the history of television: a sadist who tortures, castrates and kills without ever needing to raise his voice. But every cruelty you see on screen was already committed, eight hundred years earlier, by a real French nobleman — no script, no actor, and nobody shouting "cut" to save the victim.
A medieval count convinced he had been chosen by God orders the massacre of thousands of Jews on the Rhine. Eight hundred years later, another man builds the very same script in the very same corner of Europe. Only eight hundred years separate them, 1096-1933. Everything else — the land, the language, the culture, and the divine mission they believed they had — they shared. Down to the final cowardice.
Herodotus says that among the Massagetae, a man only had to hang his quiver of arrows on a woman's wagon to have sex with her, no permission needed from anyone. The Nasamones, in the Libyan desert, went even further: on a man's wedding night, the bride had to sleep with every guest, one by one, before the marriage was considered complete.
Every woman born in Babylon had to sit, at least once in her life, in the temple of the goddess of love Mylitta and give herself carnally to the first stranger who tossed a coin into her lap. It didn't matter who the man was or what coin he threw. Gold, silver, or copper. The most beautiful and desired women fulfilled this strange ritual in a day. The ugly ones, or those with some disability or mental impairment, took up to four years.
Captured at seventeen, he rowed in chains on Turkish galleys. One slap made him renounce his Christian faith — and he ended up Ottoman Grand Admiral. This is the story of Giovanni Dionigi Galeni, the boy from Le Castella who was headed for the friary, survived the oar, saved what was left of the sultan’s fleet at Lepanto and rebuilt the entire Turkish navy in under a year.
He was not dreamed up by screenwriters with too much imagination. He truly existed, his name was Thomas of Marle and Coucy, and for twenty years he turned northern France into a private slaughterhouse. He hung his prisoners by the testicles until the weight of their own bodies tore them off, and sometimes he did it with his own hands. An abbot who lived in his shadow called him the most wicked man of his generation. This is his story.
Or did she die nine days later, right under the nose of the future Roman emperor, Octavian? We all have the scene burned into our minds: the two lovers dead, locked in an embrace inside the mausoleum of Alexandria, the snake slithering nearby, the shared poison and the great love that reaches beyond death. Well, no. It did not happen like that. And the real truth, the minute-by-minute one, is infinitely better than the Hollywood fiction: nine days in which she was still alive, negotiating, a prisoner of the man who had just destroyed them both.
Summer of 1100. The man who had conquered Jerusalem, the first Christian sovereign of the Holy City, sits down to eat in a palace by the sea, on the coast of Palestine. A few hours later he begins to die, amid high fevers and atrocious pains, and no one will ever know for certain why. A sudden illness… or a transparent poison, sprinkled over his favourite dessert by a hired killer in the pay of an ambitious archbishop? Come with me, dear readers, to reconstruct one of the best-disguised crimes of the Middle Ages: the last lunch of King Godfrey of Jerusalem.
At seventy-one, the Grand Master of the Hospitallers stood up to the mightiest empire of the age, the Ottoman, with a handful of knights and civilians, and did not yield a single inch · Malta, 1565
Acre, summer 1186. A nine-year-old boy dies in a castle by the sea, and with him dies the crusader kingdom's last chance. This is the story of Baldwin V, the king who never got to reign.
Six years after Malta said no, four hundred ships hurled themselves at one another in a Greek gulf to settle once and for all who ruled the Mediterranean
At six in the morning thousands of red wax seals were broken at once and the most powerful order in Christendom was annihilated in a single day: not by the Saracen sword, but by paper and pen
A secret order perched on impregnable high-mountain fortresses, whose members killed their victims in broad daylight without fearing death. From their name comes our word "assassin" and the video game Assassin's Creed · 11th–13th centuries
Long before Christianity and Islam ever appeared on this planet, a Persian religion was already speaking of a benevolent god of light, of an evil spirit of darkness, of the day of final judgement and of paradise for those who had earned it · here you will find out what the faith of the Persian kings who fought Greece was really like
Summer of 1565: a few hundred Christians hold Fort St Elmo for 31 days against the Ottoman army. The fall that saved Malta — and half of Europe.
The sultan who retook Jerusalem and spared the lives of many of his enemies (except for one bastard named Reynald of Châtillon). The same man who earned a place of honour even in the legends of his Christian adversaries: the Crusades, 12th century.
Crowned at 13 and a leper since childhood, he defeated Saladin at Montgisard aged just 16 and ruled a kingdom at war while his body fell apart. The most heroic —and tragic— life of all the Crusades, and how his sister Sibylla and the inept Guy de Lusignan lost it all at Hattin.
A gaunt, dishevelled monk with deep, tormented eyes, a white beard and a thundering voice, who went from village to village riding a tiny, ancient donkey, set in motion—with nothing but his apocalyptic words—the greatest mass movement of the Middle Ages: the Crusades.
The richest man of the ancient world, bound to a bonfire? Wise Solon warned him, the Delphi oracle tricked him, and Cyrus beat him with… camels. The fall of Croesus, by Herodotus.
680 B.C. A king obsessed with his wife's beauty showed her naked to the wrong friend. He lost the crown, the dynasty and his throat.
On 28 May 1565, La Valette ordered all the dogs of besieged Malta killed. The story of Nuvola Bianca and the firing squad of five rifles with a single bullet.
Think loving the family dog is modern? Egypt, Greece and Rome already wept for their pets. The epitaph of the dog Patricus will melt your heart.
Rome's greatest womaniser carried all his life a single rumour about his manhood: King Nicomedes of Bithynia. His legionaries' ditty, Roman sexual morality and a malicious hypothesis about the young Caesar.
A very young Julius Caesar was kidnapped by pirates, demanded they raise his ransom, promised to crucify them between laughs… and kept his word. Antiquity's most revealing anecdote, per Plutarch and Suetonius.
In 1096, before the First Crusade reached the Holy Land, Count Emicho of the Rhineland led one of the largest massacres of Jews in European history. The true story, and the bishops who tried to stop it.
The priests of Memphis told Herodotus that the Trojan War was a colossal fraud: Helen never set foot in Troy, she was in Egypt, and the Greeks knew it two months after she fled.
In the first book of Herodotus lives Adrastus, a man so deeply jinxed that his mere presence was enough to unleash disaster. His story, at the court of King Croesus, is at once the most comic and the most tragic of antiquity.
From Peter the Hermit to the fall of Acre: why each crusade called for the next.
In the summer of 1565, on a barren island of barely 316 km² in the centre of the Mediterranean, a few hundred Christian knights stopped the greatest army of the Ottoman Empire. The siege that decided the fate of Europe.
Malta, 1554. A French captain survives beneath the flooded hull of his capsized galley, breathing the last bubble of air with his capuchin monkey. Ten years later, a single act of piracy triggered the Great Siege of Malta of 1565.
Year 599 BC. An illiterate shepherdess whose name meant «She-Wolf» saved the future founder of the Persian Empire with a brilliant idea. The story behind the legend of the wolf that suckled Cyrus the Great.
Paris, dawn of 13 October 1307. Philip IV's soldiers storm the commanderies of the Order of the Temple. Before dying at the stake seven years later, Jacques de Molay curses the king and the pope. Seven centuries on, Europe still fears Friday the 13th.
20 August 1097, the Taurus mountains, in what is now central Turkey. A European duke who would very soon become the first King of Jerusalem lies flat on the ground, bleeding heavily from his back, a four-hundred-and-fifty-kilo beast reared up over him and about to finish him off. Against every odd, that day he beats death to the punch. But the real protagonist of this story, dear readers, is not the duke. Nor the bear. It is a man in a stained apron holding a barber’s blade…