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M.BEARD Knossos - Fakes, Facts, And Mystery NYRB 56.13 Aug 2009

M.BEARD Knossos - Fakes, Facts, And Mystery NYRB 56.13 Aug 2009

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Knossos: Fakes, Facts, and Mystery
 Knossos and the Prophets of Modernism
 by Cathy GereUniversity of Chicago Press, 277 pp., $27.50
The masterpieces of Minoan art are not what they seem. The vivid frescoes that once decorated the walls of the prehistoric palace at Knossos in Creteare now the main attraction of the Archaeological Museum in the modern city of Heraklion, a few miles from the site of Knossos. Dating from theearly or mid-second millennium BC, they are some of the most famous icons of ancient European culture, reproduced on countless postcards and posters, T-shirts and refrigerator magnets: the magnificent young "prince" with his floral crown, walking through a field of lilies; the five bluedolphins patrolling their underwater world between minnows and sea urchins; the three "ladies in blue" (a favorite Minoan color) with their curling black hair, low-cut dresses, and gesticulating hands, as if they have been caught in mid-conversation. The prehistoric world they evoke seems in someways distant and strange—yet, at the same time, reassuringly recognizable and almost modern.The truth is that these famous icons
are
largely modern. As any sharp-eyed visitor to the Heraklion museum can spot, what survives of the original paintings amounts in most cases to no more than a few square inches. The rest is more or less imaginative reconstruction, commissioned in the firsthalf of the twentieth century by Sir Arthur Evans, the British excavator of the palace of Knossos (and the man who coined the term "Minoan" for this prehistoric Cretan civilization, after the mythical King Minos who is said to have held the throne there). As a general rule of thumb, the more famousthe image now is, the less of it is actually ancient.Most of the dolphin fresco was painted by the Dutch artist, architect, and restorer Piet de Jong, who was employed by Evans in the 1920s (and whosewatercolors and drawings of archaeological finds in Athens, Knossos, and elsewhere were featured in a 2006 exhibition at the Benaki Museum inAthens, curated by John Papadopoulos). The "Prince of the Lilies" is an earlier restoration, from 1905, by the Swiss artist Émile Gilliéron (seeillustration on page 60). In this case it is far from certain that the original fragments—a small piece of the head and crown (but not the face), part of the torso, and a piece of thigh—ever belonged to the same painting.The records of the original excavation suggest that they were found in the same general area of the ancient palace, but not particularly close together.And despite Gilliéron's best efforts, the resulting "prince" (there is, of course, no evidence beyond the so-called "crown" for his royal status) isanatomically very awkward; his torso and head apparently face in different directions. The history of the "ladies in blue" is even more complicated.This painting was first recreated by Gilliéron after the discovery of a few fragments in the early years of the twentieth century, but that restoration wasitself badly damaged in an earthquake in 1926 and re-restored by Gilliéron's son (also Émile). So in this case, several of the small parts of the paintingthat now appear to be authentic are in fact mock-ups of the original surviving fragments that were themselves lost in the earthquake.It is perhaps no wonder that when Evelyn Waugh visited Heraklion in the 1920s he found a disconcertingly modern collection of paintings in themuseum. "It is impossible to disregard the suspicion," he wrote in
 Labels
(an account of his Mediterranean travels, published in 1930), "that their  painters have tempered their zeal for accurate reconstruction with a somewhat inappropriate predilection for covers of 
Vogue
."The story of the ancient palace of Knossos itself is much the same. Instantly recognizable with its squat red columns, ceremonial staircases, and"throne rooms," it is the second most visited of all archaeological sites in Greece, attracting almost a million visitors each year. Yet none of thosecolumns are ancient; they are all restorations (or, in his words, "reconstitutions") by Evans. As Cathy Gere crisply puts it in her brilliant study of therole of Knossos in twentieth-century culture,
 Knossos and the Prophets of Modernism
, the palace "enjoys the dubious distinction of being one of thefirst reinforced concrete buildings ever erected on the island." Evans's own house nearby, the Villa Ariadne, named for the mythical daughter of Minosand the bride of Dionysus, is another.There is still debate about just how misleading Evans's reconstitution of the prehistoric palace is. Certainly, there is little justification for any of theelaborate upper stories that are now visible on the site, or even for the exact location of the frescoes that he reproduced on the rebuilt walls. In somecases what we now see must be wrong. A copy of the dolphin fresco, for example, is displayed on one of the walls of the "Queen's Megaron" (or Hall). In fact the places where the fragments were found make it much more likely that it was a floor decoration on an upper story, which fell throughinto the "Queen's Megaron" when the building collapsed.It is also clear enough, as the title "Queen's Megaron" itself hints, that Evans's preconceptions about Minoan society—a peace-loving monarchy, witha powerful role for women and a mother goddess at the center of the religious system—strongly influenced his reconstructions, not only of thearchitecture and decoration, but of the other finds too. A classic case of this is two famous faience figurines of "snake goddesses" (a key figure inEvans's Minoan pantheon) unearthed on the site. "Snake goddesses," or "snake priestesses," they may have been, but once again considerably less of the original objects survives than what you now see in the museum display. Everything below the waist of one is a restoration; most of the snakes aswell as the head and face of the other are the work of Halvor Bagge, one of the other artists in Evans's team.In some recent accounts of the history of Minoan archaeology, Evans himself has taken a lot of criticism. At best, he has seemed a dupe of his ownobsessions with a particular vision of prehistory and of his fixation with the idea of a primitive mother goddess (a fixation unconvincingly explained
 
in J.A. MacGillivary's hostile 2000 biography,
Minotaur 
, by the loss of Evans's own mother when he was only six years old). At worst, he has been presented as a rich, upper-class racist, working out his sexual hang-ups and his British imperialist prejudices on the archaeology of Minoan Crete.Evans is vulnerable to some of these charges. On any estimate, he was an archaeologist of "the old school." He was only able to excavate Knossos because he bought the site wholesale, and he lived almost a parody of an English expatriate life there. According to the account in Dilys Powell'smemoir 
The Villa Ariadne
(1973), Evans refused ever to drink Cretan wine and had French wine, gin, and whisky, as well as English jam and tinnedmeat, specially imported to Crete at huge cost. (Though she is better known as a movie critic, Powell had been married to the British archaeologistHumfry Payne and knew the set-up at Knossos well.) Evans was also capable of writing with contempt of the "inferior races," and at the age of seventy-four he was convicted in London of "an act in violation of public decency" with a young man (he had been married briefly—but whether thisoffense was part of a habitual pattern of conduct or a one-off incident we do not know).There is also the question of quite how far he was aware of the brisk trade in Minoan forgeries during the early decades of the twentieth century,many of which he authenticated, some of which he bought for himself. Apart perhaps from prehistoric "Cycladic figurines," no category of objectshas ever been more systematically faked than Minoan antiquities. In a brilliant real-life detective story,
Mysteries of the Snake Goddess
,
 KennethLapatin has tried to track down the provenance of all the known snake goddess figurines, apart from those definitely excavated at Knossos or other major sites. These have often been the prized objects of major museums (one is owned by the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, another by theFitzwilliam Museum in Cambridge; another—bought by Evans himself—is in the Ashmolean at Oxford).Lapatin shows that almost all of these, as well as a substantial number of other "Minoan" objects, are certain forgeries. But more than that, he makes astrong case for the involvement in this business of the Swiss restorers Émile Gilliéron,
 père
and
 fils
("restoring" by day, as it were, and "faking" bynight). Evans may well have been entirely ignorant of the clandestine activities of his trusted staff. But his desperation to identify more artifacts thatwould confirm his own vision of Minoan culture certainly encouraged their activities and he was, no doubt, easy to persuade to add his authority totheir productions (after all, the bona fide "restorations" and the "fakes" really must have looked identical—they were made by the same people).Yet some of the accusations now commonly leveled against Evans look very glib. It is easy to claim that archaeology is a branch of imperialism, butmuch harder to make that accusation stick in any particular instance. It is often said, for example, that Evans was interpreting Minoan civilization andthe basis of its power in the early second millennium BC according to the model of the British Empire: the Minoan control of the sea("thalassocracy") was a reflection of the power of the British navy. As one archaeologist has recently—and crassly—put it, Evans's Minoans were"travelling and trading all over the Mediterranean, thanks to their British (sorry, Minoan) ‘thalassocracy.'"
Maybe. But it was no British imperialist who first identified the importance of Cretan sea power; it was the Greek historian Thucydides, writing in thefifth century BC, who claimed in his
 History
that "Minos was the first person to organize a navy...he ruled over the islands of the Cyclades in most of which he founded colonies." In all likelihood, this well-known passage was the direct inspiration of the classically educated Evans, not any desire tofind his own imperial experience prefigured in prehistoric Crete.One enormous virtue of Cathy Gere's
 Knossos and the Prophets of Modernism
is that she leaves to one side the barren debate over whether Evanshimself was a good or a bad character, either archaeologically or politically. Her subject is not so much the excavation of Knossos but the role thatMinoan archaeology played within twentieth-century culture (and, conversely, how twentieth-century culture, from Evans on, projected its ownconcerns onto Minoan archaeology). It was at Knossos, she argues, that prehistory gave shape to a prophetic modernist vision, which repeatedlyreinvented the Minoans as Dionysiac, peaceable protofeminists in touch with their inner souls.Admittedly, they were presented in subtly different shades as time and politics moved on (more or less free love, for example), but they almost alwaysappeared in stark contrast to the militaristic Aryan culture of their roughly contemporary prehistoric rivals, the Mycenaeans. From de Chirico to theSummer of Love, from Jane Ellen Harrison to Freud and H.D., theorists, artists, and dreamers found their future in the remote Minoan past.Gere writes with clarity and wit, but she never sacrifices the fascinating complexity of her tale to a simple story line. She is excellent, for example, onthe "blurry boundary between restorations, reconstructions, replicas, and fakes," insisting that there is no clear and undisputed line that separates the processes of archaeology from those of invention or forgery. One of her most telling examples is the so-called "Ring of Nestor." According to Evans'sown account (which is suspiciously vague on some of the details), this gold signet ring had been dug up by peasants on the Greek mainland near thesite of Pylos, the legendary home of King Nestor, one of Homer's heroes—hence the ring's nickname. On the death of the finder, it passed to aneighbor, at which point Evans got to hear about it and "thanks to the kindness of a friend" (as he put it) he was shown an impression of its design. Heimmediately went to Pylos to acquire it. For, although it was not strictly Cretan, he believed that the intricate image on its bezel represented theMinoan Mother Goddess among scenes from the afterlife; and he was particularly excited by the vague traces of what he interpreted as butterflies andchrysalises (of the common white), "symbols of the life beyond."There are strong reasons to suspect that this ring was a forgery by the younger Gilliéron, who is actually supposed to have confessed to its fabrication.If that is the case, then there was—as Gere nicely observes—a bizarre sequel. For Evans employed Gilliéron to make a whole series of images of hisnew "find" in support of his own interpretation of the iconography, beginning with a photo enlargement, moving to a drawing of the figures enlargedtwenty times, and finally transforming the scene into a full-color fresco, in which all the little scratches and blobs in the original engraving wereturned into faithful depictions of Evans's interpretations.This is where the boundary between restoration and forgery is at its most blurry. The idea of Gilliéron, as artist and restorer, dutifully producing beautiful, and increasingly magnified, images of his own handiwork as forger is close to absurd. Like Gere, we cannot help wondering whether hewould have been "delighted or disconcerted" when Evans gave him that particular job.Gere is also good at tracking the two-way influences between the restorations of the material at Knossos and contemporary art movements. Waughwas quite right to spot the similarity between what he saw in the Heraklion museum and the covers of 
Vogue
, but the relationship between the two
 
was surely more complicated than he thought. Art historians have been happy to concede that the influence on Art Nouveau of the frescoes fromKnossos (albeit as restored by Gilliéron) was almost as strong as the influence of Art Deco on Gilliéron's restorations. Early-twentieth-century painters and sculptors were closely observing the newly discovered primitive masterpieces of Crete and incorporating them in their work.On the dust jacket of 
 Knossos and the Prophets of Modernism
is a splendid photograph of Evans's huge concrete replica of what he called "the Hornsof Consecration," one of the most characteristic Minoan religious symbols, supposedly derived from the horns of the "sacred bull." This replica nowstands prominently just next to the ancient palace at Knossos, and (as Gere points out) looks more like the work of Barbara Hepworth than anythingelse. Modernist sculpture may, in this case, have inspired the work of Evans's restorers. But Hepworth herself visited Knossos in the 1950s. How "theHorns of Consecration" appeared to her then, and what artistic inspiration she may have drawn from it, we can only guess.A particularly intriguing artistic link with Knossos is found in the work of the painter Giorgio de Chirico. An Italian by origin, but born in Greece in1888 and schooled there, de Chirico produced a series of Cretan paintings, focusing on the figure of Ariadne set within a bleak and troublingmodernist landscape. His
 Ariadne
is based on a famous Greco-Roman statue from the Vatican Museum, showing the Cretan princess sleeping after she has been abandoned by Theseus (whom she had helped to kill the Cretan Minotaur), though before the god Dionysus has arrived to "rescue" her.But as Gere notes, the setting in which she lies, with its industrial columns and open piazzas, is strikingly reminiscent of the concrete reconstructionof the palace at Knossos (see illustration on page 58). It turns out (and seems almost too good to be true) that as a child, de Chirico had been taughtdrawing by Emile Gilliéron, and when the de Chirico family moved to Munich in 1905, Giorgio attended the very art school where Gilliéron himself had been trained.Yet even with these biographical details and with such clearly documented links between the characters, the pattern of influence remains hard to pindown. Whatever the young de Chirico learned from his childhood teacher, those drawing lessons took place before Gilliéron had undertaken anymajor work at Knossos. And indeed the apparent reminiscences of the modernist architecture of Knossos in de Chirico's paintings predated the large-scale architectural reconstruction of the palace site by more than a decade. Perhaps we should be thinking of the influence flowing from de Chirico tothe restorers of the palace. More likely, as Gere implies, the reinvention of primitive Knossos was a much more communal cultural project than that.We should not see it simply as the construction of Evans and his staff, but as a shared obsession of the early-twentieth-century intellectual elite. Thisobsession drew not only on a powerful combination of archaeology and modernism, but also on new views of the nature of ancient Greek culture(largely inspired by Nietzsche—who was certainly de Chirico's bedside reading) and on a radical sense that the distant past could provide a way of rethinking the present. Not that Gere entirely neglects the investment of Evans himself in the whole Minoan project. Apart from the occasional flight of fancy (we find morespeculation here on how the loss of Evans's mother caused his fixation with the Cretan Mother Goddess), she is much more levelheaded, andevenhanded, than many recent writers—particularly on questions of race. There is no doubt that Evans shared the casual disdain for other cultures andethnicities that was typical of his age and class. Gere admits that it is not hard to assemble from his writing a dossier of quotations about "niggers" and"negroid influence" that would make a strong case against him "as an unreconstructed Conradian villain." Yet, she argues, that would be to miss the puzzling contradictions that must complicate any such simple picture. Virulently prejudiced he no doubt was; but at the same time he believed that theorigins of the distinctive character of Minoan civilization lay partly in Egypt and Libya, partly in sub-Saharan Africa.For Evans, the Minoans were emphatically not pure Greek, and he would have been irritated to learn that the "Linear B" tablets, which he excavatedat Knossos (and which remained undeciphered in his lifetime), were actually written in an early form of the Greek language. In his view, as Geresummarizes it, Crete rose above the inertia of her northern neighbors as a result of successive waves of immigration from the south, including that of "negroized elements" hailing from Libya and the Nile Valley.And Evans lays particular stress on the trade and caravan routes leading from the African interior (for example, from Sudan and Darfur) to the coast— and so to within easy sailing reach of Crete. This is not so very far from the arguments of Martin Bernal's
 Black Athena
(1987).It is ironic, given his modern reputation as an out-and-out racist, that one of the most tendentious restorations of a Minoan fresco, carried out under his direction and partly to his bidding, actually introduced a pair of black African soldiers as major figures. Known by Evans as the "Captain of theBlacks" fresco, it was restored to show a Minoan warrior running ahead of two black comrades or subordinates. In fact the only evidence for the black soldiers is a handful of fragments of black paint, which need not have been from human figures at all.But Evans was keen to find visual confirmation of his view that the Minoans used black "regiments" in their conquest of mainland Greece (these peace-loving people at home did not always hold back from military expansion overseas). He did not envisage an equal collaboration between black and white, of course. Even here, ideas of white racial superiority still hover awkwardly at the margins: not only in the very British military title givento the fresco but also in part of Evans's imaginative description of the restored scene. "There is no reason to suppose," he wrote condescendingly, "thatnegro mercenaries drilled by Minoan officers...were otherwise than well-disciplined."
 Knossos and the Prophets of Modernism
traces the story of the modern engagement with Knossos from Evans's first visit to Crete in the latenineteenth century almost up to the present day. It leads from the avant-garde art of de Chirico, through the famous archaeological obsessions of Freud and H.D. ("a psycho-archaeological folie à deux" that brought a version of Minoan primitivism to the analyst's couch), to the frankly dottyideas of matriarchal goddesses floated by Robert Graves and Marija Gimbutas.The final act in this drama, however, has seen a strange reversal. Soon after the 1960s, when the Minoans had been conscripted into the popular imagination as a prehistoric version of hippie culture (lilies pointing to the ancient equivalent of flower power), the archaeological mood changed.Some controversial discoveries close to Knossos of children's bones (carrying suspicious marks of butchery) raised the nasty possibility that the peace-loving Minoans had actually been human sacrificers. New research projects in the 1970s and 1980s focused on the networks of roads andfortifications with which the prehistoric elite of the palace of Knossos had strictly controlled their home territory—while scholarly attention also

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