The news today is of course full of JFK commemorations,
memories and ‘what if’ analyses. As the 50th anniversary of the
assassination of President Kennedy has been creeping up on us, I’ve been
reminded during my teaching this term – somewhat depressingly - of professional
historians who have also died young, before achieving what it was anticipated
they would achieve.
When I was an undergraduate at Lincoln College, Oxford, one
of the very first books we were set was The
English Face of Machiavelli, by Felix Raab (1962). The foreword, by Hugh
Trevor Roper, explained that Raab had been a brilliant graduate student, set to
transform an entire field, before he fell to his death in the Alps just before
his doctoral viva. This cast something of a pall over the Machiavelli essay we
had to write; among my undergraduate history friends at Lincoln, ‘Felix Raab’
became a short-hand for ‘doomed golden youth’. That haunting preface remained fresh
in our minds, long after we had forgotten Raab’s actual argument.
One of the most useful books I came across when writing my doctoral
thesis was Medieval Ecclesiastical Courts
in the Diocese of Canterbury by Brian L. Woodcock (1952). This was a
strikingly clear-headed, intelligent reconstruction of church courts in late
medieval England, posthumously published – Woodcock had fallen ill while
writing up his research, and the work was completed by his wife as a tribute to
her husband. This term, when teaching early modern witchcraft, my students’
faces fell when I told them that the author of a landmark, feisty study of
Scottish witch trials, Christina Larner (Enemies
of God, 1981), had died in an accident shortly after the publication of
this classic work.
Historians are obviously as mortal, as subject to accidents
and illness, as anybody else, but as with politicians and celebrities who die
young, it is hard to separate this fact from their work - an air of tragedy seeps into these
monographs. As with JFK, even those born many years after the deaths
of these scholars are left wondering what more might have been. However, as
David Rundle has argued in the case of Felix Raab, in such cases an author’s
life-story can overshadow their work, or make its frank critical appraisal
difficult. The books written by these lost historians, which live on in the
academic landscape, make for unquiet ghosts.