Foreshades of Grey (11)

 or, Behind the Rococo Clock Face

detaildetail of Boucher’s 1756 portrait of Madame de Pompadour

Among the learned books in Madame de Pompadour’s library, there was a unique volume about the rivers of France which had been written, and some of it printed, many years before by a diligent and inquisitive eight year old boy, based on his lessons in geography and typography.

Louis XV’s Cours des principaux fleuves et rivières de l’Europe (Courses of the Principal Rivers and Streams of Europe), written in 1718, which the adult man gave to his mistress as a token of the conscientious king that the playboy of Versailles had once wanted to be, survives in the Bibliothèque nationale.

The little print shop, which was built for Louis XV in the Tuileries nearly sixty-five years before Marie Antoinette’s fantasy-farm was installed at Le Petit Trianon, had a serious educative purpose to instill appreciation of crafts and machinery in a cultured king whose interests and personal accomplishments should reflect the nation’s glorious achievements.

Louis ‘the well-beloved’ grew up to enjoy his cultural responsibilities as king and patron of the arts and sciences. He enjoyed music, ballet and theatre; he supported scientific and botanical expeditions. He was fascinated by scientific invention and experiments, including some of the earliest in electricity. He collected timepieces, filling Versailles with all sorts of clocks and astronomical and navigational precision instruments.

Fashionable society followed his lead and the manufacture of technically advanced and high end luxury products in France boomed as a result. They included an exquisite and ingenious wind-up ring-watch, with a white face against a blue and gold background, set in diamonds, made in 1755 by Caron for Madame de Pompadour, which nowadays might operate as a cellphone and computer as well as tell the time, a smart-ring for people who have everything.

Stop the clock. The pendulum has swung so far to the right, that if one’s not careful, one might be seduced. This was the same middle-aged roué who neglected to reform the government and economy, whose foreign policy brought shameful defeat on the European battlefield, lost France her colonial empire, and nearly bankrupted the State, who died hated by the impoverished people for betraying them to famine and aristocratic oppression.

He died in agony, his once handsome face covered in black smallpox scabs, from a virulent strain of the disease which made his corpse decompose so quickly that it could not be embalmed, and its stench came through the coffin. This is the horror that always lay behind the pink and gold, the scalloped ormolu and arch pastoral, the self-mocking prettiness and smiling insouciance, the high comedy of Rococo.

It was the ancien régime’s stage-set breakwater against the tidal wave, which the king and Madame de Pompadour and anybody of sense knew was coming, at a time which no-one could rewind or stop.

PenduleastronomiquedePassemantAstronomical clock designed by the engineer Passemant in Louis XV’s clock room at Versailles, presented to the king in 1750. Image: Wikipedia.
A king’s obsession with devices measuring time and space compensates for inability to rule his country; the ornate gilded decoration successfully disguises serious technological invention and precision.

His grandson, Louis XVI, had ten scientific laboratories at Versailles as well as his locksmith’s forge and carpentry workshop. He was like any other man in his home, doing DIY, relaxing by mending things, solving practical problems with his tools as therapy for being unable to control the vast, insoluble world outside his cave.

If Louis XVI had been politically adept, and time hadn’t run out for the Bourbon brand of absolutism founded by the terrifying despot Louis XIV, his wholesome hobbies would have endeared him to the people, instead of demonstrating how unfit he was to be king during economic austerity and social revolution.

Louis XVI had a library of 8000 books, so wins the Versailles bibliophiles’ contest for sheer quantity.

Madame de Pompadour enjoyed reading comedies and novels. She died in 1764, so the popular plays and the novel that define sex and power in 18th century French society most vividly for posterity were not in her collection. Les Liaisons Dangereuses, by Pierre Choderlos de Laclos, was published in 1782; Beaumarchais’ satirical comedy Le Barbier de Séville was first performed in 1775; the first public reading at Versailles of Le Mariage de Figaro was in 1781.

Her library included historical romances written by women. Much as she enjoyed a laugh, there is no record that she read vapid fantasies of sexual obsession and female degradation. She had quite enough trouble avoiding that at home with Louis XV.

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7 comments on “Foreshades of Grey (11)

  1. […] Made at a time when even timepieces were a pretext for drawing room titillation, three eternally young and nubile girls dress technology in flower garlands, ensuring not an embarrassing cog, spring or pendulum can be seen. It’s a Rococo joke. […]

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  2. Lelius says:

    Please, please, don’t die and don’t stop blogging ! Too early ! I am sure I can do better in terms of praise, let me more chance to try again. 😉
    I am really waiting for the pleasure of many new other posts from you… (several other people also). Fortunately a reprieve : our journey with Madame de Pompadour continues, that’s fine !

    All the best !

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  3. PJR says:

    I could die happy after reading that, Lelius – or at least stop blogging, if there weren’t a couple more posts already scheduled.

    You have been cheated: the original part ten was so long, I had to split it into two, so there is still part 12 to come, and a tail that must be wagged after that, and only then will I leave poor Madame de Pompadour alone.

    Thank you for the extracts and links to le regne des femmes article, and Haechler’s comments about her political judgment – all fascinating, and I will be reading again, translating excrutiatingly slowly.

    I have been writing about powerful 18th century women on and off for the last 2 years – I willl reblog a couple of sketches I made of the lives and significance of queen Louise of Prussia and princess Charlotte of Wales, whose taming by her husband and death in childbirth in 1817, marks, I think, the end of that extraordinary period in England at least when women tested the limits of self-determination, through political engagement, or writing, or painting, or acting, before they were pushed back again into their boxes, madonnas/whores, gentlewomen/viragos et al.

    On the journey I learned that le Siècle des Lumières was illuminated by women – privileged, lucky, educated women – not randomly, as I had assumed, a few brilliant women rising to fame, but linked in a chain of lights – influenced by each other’s example, and, for once, listened to by men.

    Madame de Pompadour became one of the most isolated of these powerful women, because the foreign queens who should have been her “sisters” looked down on her, making statecraft so much more difficult for her.

    Women’s break for freedom often started with reading books in their fathers’ libraries, so I don’t regret the way the posts meandered all the way from chick lit to Madame de Pompadour’s dairy (yet another scheduled post….)

    Thank you, again, for sharing your erudition and encouragement. It is inspiring knowing you.

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  4. Lelius says:

    “I hope you still like the “take” on La Pompadour and Louis XV series after episode 11….” You wrote these words on our chat under “Foreshades of Grey (5). Do you remember?
    Here is episode 11 and I am still there, faithfull and delighted.
    And now, please, let me continue in french (la langue de Madame de Pompadour et du roi Louis XV, n’est-ce pas?)

    Par chacun de ces onze billets j’ai partagé votre intérêt, votre connaissance et, incontestablement, votre amour pour notre dix-huitième siècle français dont on sait combien il a contribué – qu’on s’en félicite ou qu’on le déplore – à transformer le monde. On ne l’a pas qualifié de “Siècle des Lumières” sans raison…
    Parmi ces bonnes raisons il est en une, à l’évidence, qui vous est particulièrement chère, c’est l’affirmation publique du pouvoir féminin dont Madame de Pompadour représente sans doute l’exemple le plus démonstratif du moment.
    En 2001, un de mes très chers amis, fin dix-huitièmiste, publiait aux Editions Grasset un ouvrage consacré aux femmes du XVIIIème, dont le titre est on ne peut plus explicite : “Le règne des femmes”. Si vous ne l’avez pas lu, je ne peux que vous le recommander tant – vous l’aurez déjà deviné – il élargit notre vision de ce nouveau pouvoir naissant que la Révolution fera taire un temps sans pour autant parvenir à en stériliser le ferment qui nourit encore aujourd’hui votre légitime passion. Cette passion aussi, vous avez su me la faire partager.

    Le lien vers la page du livre chez l’éditeur :
    http://grasset.fr/le-regne-des-femmes-1715-1792-9782246615217

    A propos de Madame de Pompadour, Jean Haechler cite ce que certain, qui évoquait le souvenir de la grande dame disparue, disait d’elle :
    “Il n’y avait peut-être pas un emploi et une grâce qui ne fût venue d’elle. Elle n’avait jamais fait renvoyer que les trois ou quatre ministres qui avaient voulu la supplanter ou voler hautement de leurs propres ailes, et elle n’avait jamais fait de mal, ou que forcément.”
    Un autre hommage à son intelligence…

    Encore merci !

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  5. beetleypete says:

    A glimpse at the rot behind the facade indeed.
    Best wishes as always, Pete.

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  6. vinnieh says:

    Such an immensely interesting post.

    Liked by 1 person

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