Seeing the People Behind Historical Myths: Henry VIII as a Man

I’m expecting to release Tea with Henry in time for Halloween, my favorite time of year. This novel was seven years in the making. One night to conceive the idea. Five years to dink around and forestall writing it. One NaNoWriMo to commit the core ideas to paper, and one year to rework it, have it professionally edited, and perfect it. The idea came to me when I asked a simple, “What if…” question. Where it led, how, and why are questions I can’t answer. The unexpected aspect of writing the novel, however, is that it led me to delve deep into the personae of the characters, particularly Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn.

Right now we’re watching the presidential debates or descent into infancy (if one follows Trump and his crew) and we’re affixed to the t.v. and media coverage of the events. Much as in Tudor times, we are only permitted to “see” what the candidate wants us to. It’s hard to imagine that historical figures were just as adept at spin as modern-day politicians. I would posit that they were better at it because access to “instant” messages and images did not exist. That gives us the portraits of Henry VIII appearing much more imposing and imperial than he actually was. Likewise, Anne Boleyn, if we even have an accurate portrayal, is shown as mysterious, dark, almost sinister.

As I’ve stated in previous posts, Henry didn’t leave much behind regarding his personal life. Anne Boleyn wrote copious journals that were destroyed by the Crown following her execution. When I was confronted with how to portray these larger-than-life personae, I had quite the task to undertake.

Here’s an example: did Henry VIII have pets? Would PETA want to murder him for cruelty to animals or did he love them? Logic would tell us if he enjoyed hunting, then he enjoyed horses and the dogs that would accompany the hunt. Chalk one up for he probably had a pet. We know that his daughter, Elizabeth I, had a little lap dog. They were popular, but what about Henry? I imagine he would want something larger, something with as big a personality as his. Can’t you picture it? What about Anne? I don’t know but I kind of see her as a cat person, although I doubt many people in the royal circles would own cats due to their association with witchcraft. I see her having a lap dog.

As it turns out, I was correct. Henry loved dogs and favored, according to Alison Weir, my favorite source for Tudor history, “his dogs, especially beagles, spaniels and greyhounds; the latter were considered a particular noble breed…Henry’s own dogs wore decorative collars of velvet – permitted only to royal dogs – and kid, with or without torettes (spikes) of silver and gold; some were adorned with pearls or the King’s arms and his portcullis and rose badges. His dogs’ coats were of white silk, and the dogs had their fur regularly rubbed down with a ‘hair cloth’. Sixty-five dog leashes were found in Henry’s closet after his death.” As for Anne, according to The Anne Boleyn Files blog (a great resource) , “Anne Boleyn had two dogs: a lap dog called Purkoy and a greyhound called Urian.” Can’t you picture this? The name Urian is interesting as it comes close to Uriens of Gore, one of the Arthurian kings who hails from the legendary land of Gore.

In other words, Anne and Henry both loved and cared for their dogs much as we do today. It could be said that Henry mollycoddled his. That speaks volumes of his character. People who are inherently selfish and evil don’t tend to relish more attention on third persons let alone animals. Catherine of Aragon was portrayed sitting with a monkey.

How about their food? What a person favors at table is as interesting as the physical things they did. The Tudors favored fruit as a sweet. It is also common knowledge that the royal Tudor table was a carnivorous one. Henry brought apricots to Britain, and planted them at Nonsuch, his magnificent palace that is no more. He liked artichokes and ate vegetables, kind of, when he wanted them. He and Anne favored strawberries, Damsons, plums, and pears. Heck, so do I. Sugar had also come into the royal foodosphere (yes, I made that word up) with a vengeance. Dental issues far beyond what already existed exploded into everyday reality if you were wealthy enough to afford the sweet stuff. Beverage of choice? Ale or wine. Henry had outlawed beer and often requested nothing made with hops. That changed over time. Water? Are you kidding? Plech.

By researching the human aspects of Henry VIII and his court, I was able to lend reality to my characters rather than satire and/or stereotype. I think my readers will relate to Henry and Anne and perhaps view them with a little more kindness than history traditionally affords them.

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Read more: Alison Weir, Henry VIII: The King and his Court.
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The Times They Aren’t A’Changin’

Many people read historical fiction to escape to another place and time. Obviously I like the Tudors the same way I like ice cream, which is a lot. I find a commonality of existence as do many authors who set their stories in ye olde Englande. Why?

Think about it: literature is escapist. It is the only vehicle that can instantly transport you via your imagination to another time, an alternate universe, or a place much more depressing and heinous than where we are today. England isn’t simply close in geographical terms, it is also similar in language, mannerisms, culture, habits, and dress to America minus the whole melting pot thing. Even that isn’t quite accurate.

Tudor England was no stranger to non-caucasian complexions and cultures. (See, http://www.historyextra.com/feature/missing-tudors-black-people-16th-century-england)  Native Americans were brought to the English Court as well, although whether it was voluntary remains to be seen. Henry VIII and his father had an African American “trumpeter” in their house band. Remember, the Moors ruled Spain and Portugal during this time. They heralded immense cultural immersion for any European traders and their contributions to the northern European culture cannot be underestimated.

Oh that’s so dry, right? No, not if you open your mind. When I write about Henry VIII, I try to imagine what he was like as a person, not the satirical portrayal of his “personality” by his courtiers and palace spin doctors. How did he live? Did he wear fragrances? How did he shave, brush his teeth, and engage in other day-to-day activities? What was it like to have that power?

Think about it: do you know what Anne Boleyn looked like? Is the alleged portrait of her accurate? I don’t think it is. It is colored by how she was perceived by the court at the time. That perception was far from flattering. Meantime, poor rejected Anne of Cleves was portrayed in a painted miniature as not half bad. She shows up, Henry sees her and screams, “I like her not!” The portrait had been, ahem, airbrushed a la Renaissance.

Do I believe that happened? You bet. He was a major Donald Trump when it came to female appearances. That is well documented and I can accept it as fact given that he was king and, under the rules of the time, God on earth; equal to Il Papa, the Pope, but never to la papa, a potato, although he vaguely resembled one in the end.

People in the court of Henry VIII were crazy. Think of the unthinkable when you consider what their priority was, especially when the Court was on the move (no pun intended): how to dispose of human waste. Good God, thousands of people in one building complex for months at a time. London was a festering sewer of incomprehensible filth until their sewer system was created.

Henry VIII was plagued by waste around him, but he was clever enough to engineer the water supplies at his palaces to account for all that “pastime with good company” without overflowing the honey bucket if you know what I mean. In fact, he had a full bathroom with hot and cold running water in Hampton Court Palace. Shudder at the thought. No town or city today could exist without adequate methods to dispose of human waste, period. Ick. It remains a grave health concern today, particularly in third world countries and certain portions of the United States.

Tudors loved to dance and jam out, too. Their clubs were the homes of the nobility and, of course, court. People ran about, got drunk, and misbehaved. Their court gossipers and tattlers, who were never scarce, were the facebook of the time. They read beautiful books and painted. They looked at the same stars we admire today and went to bed on soft down or coarser stuff. The materials they used in their clothing (the nobility) were exquisite even by today’s standards.

Yes, in the end, history does repeat itself albeit in ways we might not perceive right away. That’s why I love the Tudors and history in general. If you view it as a human being, you leave your bias of year markers behind and vicariously experience the pleasures of way back when, whatever they may be.

Although “The Tudors” was pretty hilarious, I loved the dance scenes. They’ll give you a feel for the time, dress, and dance above all.

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