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This week, I have mostly been thinking about storytelling.

I find this a surprisingly challenging thing to do, in part because it’s such a terribly broad topic. Storytelling is all around us; for a number of different research strands, it seems increasingly to be seen as what defines us as humans, the origin of language itself as well as socialization. Less fundamentally, it’s also currently very in vogue as an idea in medicine and management among – I presume – a large number of other fields. My major interest is in how stories changed and how they were used in different times and places; a good chunk of my work at the moment consists of looking at different retelling of saint Christopher’s story and being interested in what’s changed, why, and what impact that has.

I’ve had a lot of fun, over the last few weeks or so, reading some serious philosophy by people like Mary Midgley, academic analysis by a whole range of writers, and being particularly excited by discussions of their art as storytellers by Phillip Pullman, Neil Gaiman and – above all – the late and brilliant Ursula Le Guin. It’s been challenging and thrilling, and (as will probably be obvious below), a major challenge for me is working out how to pin down in precise terms what it is that I’m trying to say. Which is always worth thinking through, and often suggests that what you’re thinking about is worth thinking about – because what’s the point of working on something if you already know how to say it? (Like most things in life, this is a problem T.S. Eliot puts much better.)

At its simplest, though, thinking about storytelling means focusing not on what’s happened, but on how what’s happened is recounted or recorded. That means thinking about which events are selected for ‘telling’ – and which aren’t. It also means noticing what order events are told in – that’s often described as ‘plot’, as opposed to ‘storyline’. And which events, characters, or other details are focused on – and which are not. It also means paying attention to who is telling the story – a fictional or supposedly ‘real’ narrator or author figure, and how the presence of that figure affects the story’s meaning or feeling.

What I’ve been trying to do this week, though, is think in a slightly more abstracted way about how stories work; what it is that makes them have such significance. Encountering a story shows us, I think, that there is somewhere else; that where we are is not everywhere. It also shows us that the way we look at the world is not the only way to look at it. This is especially true when, as is so frequently the case in medieval texts, a story keeps telling us who is telling it – when we can’t avoid being aware that we are being forced to see the world through someone else’s eyes. By having that other-where and other-view revealed to us, we are forced to recognise the individuality of our own experience of the world, and indeed the uniqueness and specificity of our particular corner of existence.

Mostly as a result of this, I think that stories live in a different world from that of history. Once we have accepted the principle of an other-where, an other-when, and an other-view, the idea that there is a limited number of any of these others becomes absurd. Infinity becomes inevitable. Time becomes a matter of perspective. Stories do not exist in time; they are pulled into specific moments in time by storytellers and, as a result, when someone, something, or somewhere is connected to a story by hearing one or being incorporated into one, they in turn become tied into that trans-historical time. When a fighter becomes a hero, or a leader becomes a King, they don’t become immortal; it’s bigger than that. They step outside of normal time altogether, becoming part of an altogether different form of existence. They become abstracted from the merely human, and assume a different life entirely – which is part of the reason why stories become so flexible (there’s a link here to Platonic thought and essentialism that probably doesn’t need spelling out). A storyteller has the power to reach into that timeless plane of stories, and tie one little part of it to one little part of the here and now.

That’s what I’ve been trying to think through. As is obvious, I think, I’m still trying to think about it more carefully and clearly. Even though we live a storied existence in a world made out of stories (and not just because of the lowering presence of Fake News), I’m not at all sure that these lines of enquiry have any relevance at all to the wider world. But it’s certainly a fun, stimulating game to play, and it’s opened up lots of space in my head into which future research should flow.

What’s this all about?

What do I do all day?

My research is into the use and adaptation of the story of saint Christopher in early medieval western Europe. By ‘early medieval’ I mean from about 600 until about 1200 AD; by ‘western Europe’, I mean an area more or less equivalent to the western half of the Roman Empire, stretching (very roughly) from Sicily in the south to England in the north; from Portugal in the east to Germany in the west.

In this period, Christopher hadn’t yet become a giant man who searches for a powerful ruler to follow and ends up trying to carry the Christ child across a river before being martyred for his faith. (I think that story originated in southern Germany in the thirteenth century and became super popular shortly thereafter.) He was an individual from a tribe of cannibalistic dog-headed people who comes to know God and goes on to convert a city while being tortured and martyred. (The violence remains, though the dog-head got lost.)

The giant, beast-headed Christopher grips onto the walls of the city while people stare in horror.
Saint Christopher, on Stuttgart, Württembergischen Lb, cod hist 415, fol. 50r.

Although in many ways it’s a pretty standard sort of saint’s life I think this is an interesting story for two big reasons. First, he had a dog’s head. Come on, that’s pretty interesting: a monster as a hero; a non-human teaching people how to live; an outsider bringing disturbing but ultimately positive transformation. Second, he wasn’t from anywhere identifiable to people in western Europe and had no relics (things that could be connected with his physical existence) anywhere in the west; unlike many saints, he didn’t have a local centre promoting his legend and making sure it was popular. Many – perhaps most – saints and their relics were essentially used as a form of tourist attraction; the equivalent of a minor town promoting some object they’ve found that Churchill once touched. That Christopher had none of that suggests (to me) that where his story was read and adapted, it was because people found him and his story of intrinsic value.

Most of my work, then, involves looking at different copies of the legend from my period. There’s over a hundred of them (that I’ve identified so far) in various places across Europe. When I find them, I read them, copy them out, and compare them with other versions. I’m interested in what’s been changed – deliberately or accidentally – and what difference it makes to the story. I’m also interested in what sort of collections the story is put into, and whether that makes any difference to its ideas or impact. In the end, I hope to be able to produce editions of the various versions – perhaps a digital edition of all of them if I can. And to build a database showing the contents of manuscripts containing saints’ lives, so I and others can ask similar questions about other saints. And to produce a study of different uses of the same story in different places and different times.

This is not going to change the world. In many ways, it’s exactly the sort of thing that Robert Halfon MP thinks is a waste of time. I get that (though I don’t understand why he doesn’t apply the same criteria to other things in life). But I still think it’s both exciting and worthwhile. Partly because stories are, fundamentally, what we’re made out of, and both the base story of Christopher and the story of the development of his legend are pretty good ones. Partly because holding a thousand-year-old piece of goat skin and seeing how it’s been touched, scratched, and marked allows me to connect with other humans who lived unimaginably different lives, and attempt to share that connection with my students and readers. But also because, done well, this project should form a tiny, tiny part of building towards a deeper understanding of how communities use stories to shape and think about themselves and their world.