Hey tumblr we need to have a talk about something I noticed.
Specifically going by tags attached to images I’ve blogged or reblogged, there seems to be a misconception that marginalia means “any quirky medieval art”.
It’s not.
Marginalia is anything in the margins of a text.
The ones that will get posted on tumblr will more often than not be quirky drawings, but they also include notes, annotations, scribbles, and whatever else. The quirky drawings just happen to get a lot of press on here because, well. They’re quirky drawings.
For instance, see this image here of a platanista (river dolphin) chomping down on an elephant’s trunk?
This is not marginalia! This is a full-fledged illustration. It’s within the text (Liber natura rerum, Thomas de Cantimpré, Librairie de Valenciennes Ms 0320). It illustrates the entry on Platanista.
This is what it looks like in context.
But you know what are marginalia? Let me circle them for convenience.
Know the difference. It won’t save your life but it will make you more popular at a medievalist conference.
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while we're pouring one out for aspec/demi sirius
“Stop that,” he says again, voice low, almost dangerous, grey eyes and cheekbones sharpened to a flint. “You don’t get to do that. Martyr yourself on whatever cross you like, Remus, but you don’t get to tell me who I get to love. Alright? That. That’s not yours. That belongs to me, and you don’t get to decide.”
His heart drops into his gut.
“What?” he whispers.
Sirius reaches out and cradles him by the jaw, a hand under each ear, eyes burning, and Remus doesn’t know if he’s angry—he thinks he is—but it’s more than that. And Remus thinks he may have swallowed his own throat, too, by now, if he’s heard right.
“Maybe I’m the broken one, really,” Sirius snaps, all the conviction of his eighteen years behind it, “because I don’t think about sex. Not really. Not like that. Not unless there’s the person first, and then it’s all just them. So if that’s what you need, if that’s what you want, we will get there. Because I want that if it’s with you. We’re capable of too much else not to manage it someday. But in the meantime, you do not get to tell me I shouldn’t want to be with you. That is mine. Alright?”
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The Death of Translation | 10,968 | landwriter / @landwriter
Summary: One day, in spring, he comes to the Inn.
Hob looks up and he’s there, and the relief is blinding. He thinks tu m’as manqué, fuck, because you were missing from me feels more true than I missed you ever has. English missing was ruined for him the moment he learned the French way of it. Longing is meant to be a reflexive verb.
It would be a bad faith translation, even for him. He tells himself this is why he doesn’t say it.
He thinks at last, and that’s a doable one. So he smiles, says, “You’re late.”
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Five Times Dream of the Endless Proposed to Hob Gadling (+ One Time He Didn’t) | 2,402 | softestpunk / @softest-punk
Summary: Every century, Dream proposes to Hob. Every century, Hob refuses.
aulon raid | 2,457 | Moorishflower / @moorishflower
Summary: The New Inn is as close to a church as Hob can build, a monument to stories, a tribute to dreams. He has a baseball bat, 600 years of fighting experience, and an anthropomorphic representation of dreaming to impress.
In other words, no neonazis allowed.
Dream of a thousand kisses | 6,335 | fellshish / @fellshish
Summary: Dream wants his reunion with Hob to go perfectly after their big fight so he visits Hob’s dreams to rehearse the moment. During one of those practice dreams, Hob suddenly kisses him.
an immortal's guide to contrition | 6,619 | trellomonkey
Summary: “I’ll win him over,” he says, resolute. “I’ll woo him.”
In 1889, Hob Gadling has a falling out with his friend. He spends the next century coming up with a way to make it up to him.
Make Me Immortal With A Kiss | 8,611 | WyvernQuill / @wyvernquill
Summary: He doesn’t know why he does it.
It’s perhaps the biggest mistake of all his 500 years on God’s green earth.
But in that strange, treacle-slow moment on the wet street with the rain falling around him, with His Stranger’s arm shaking under his fingers - God, has he ever even laid hands on him before? Hob can’t recall - it seems like the only obvious course of action.
Hob grabs him by the lapels of his black coat and drags him into a desperate, needy kiss.
the Endless marginalia | 11,210 | LydeNicoKITE / @nicolodigenovas
Summary: Dream was… different than what he’d expected. Sure, he was eloquent, a bit standoffish, slightly snobbish, endlessly knowledgeable about literature and history and, not surprisingly, dead languages. This all fit the image Dream conveyed in interviews and public appearances. But he also had a weird passion for unusual pets —he once kept a raven as personal companion, then was too heartbroken by her passing to find a worthy successor—, wrote down his dreams because ‘that’s where ideas come from’, tended to trust horoscopes too much, and was so competitive when playing cards he did not hesitate to cheat his way to victory.
sweet devotion, gentle hope | 12,369 | winterbucky (WinterLadyy)
Summary: When a strange woman sometime in the 17th century tells Hob he's a High Priest, it doesn't take him all that long to figure out which God he serves - what else could his Stranger be but a God? That settled, he spends the next decades making sure their temple (the White Horse) is perfect, that his God knows Hob is devoted.
So when his Stranger doesn't show up for their 1989 meeting, Hob doesn't take it laying down. Instead, he uses all the knowledge he collected over the years to summon his God into his temple - thus, saving Dream from Burgess, albeit unknowingly.
What follows is a series of adventures as Hob joins Dream on his quest to find his tools. They may even discover something new about their relationship on the way.
the gift of hindsight | 13,733 | itsthechocopuff
Summary: What if, when they meet in the twenty-first century, Hob is a little more human, a little slower to forgive, and Dream a little more cognizant of how one should treat centuries-old friends, though no more socially competent?
Inspire in Me, the Desire in Me | 14,850 | ElloPoppet
Summary: It’s the right day, but the year is all wrong, and Dream suspects that there’s something else not quite right even before he finds himself standing in front of the shuttered remains of the White Horse Tavern. Still, he’s chilled in a way he’s not accustomed to feeling, reminiscent of the hopeless, free-falling frost that climbed up his spine and inside his gut the day he was meant to meet Hob when he was imprisoned. And that’s what it is, he realizes, this cold feeling. Hopelessness.
Should Dream seek him out, would Hob welcome him as a friend, or turn his shoulder as he would on an intruder? It’s what he would deserve, Dream muses as he’s preparing to turn heel from the tavern’s closed gates, even though as he’s resigning himself to shame he’s also gearing up to make this his next mission, his next purpose: to find Hob Gadling.
Black Coffee | 17,133 | Darci
Summary: He almost misses the table in the back corner. Far from the front windows and veiled by a thin curtain of ivy, a single table calls to Hob from across the cafe. It's only when he approaches the corner that Hob realises that table is occupied. Small wonder he missed this detail the first time; the man seated at the table is dressed entirely in black, and he's looking down at an open book so Hob can only see a shock of black hair. Still, there's nowhere else to sit, and apparently none of the students are inclined to share a table with a man who looks like a raven in human form.
Hob clears his throat and puts on his best smile. "Excuse me, would you mind if I shared your table?"
Radio Silence | 17,151 | Moorishflower / @moorishflower
Summary: Ten years ago, the world ended all at once. It ended in flour. In rye. In the sound of pancake mix being opened in the morning, and the beep of the rice cooker, and the scent of fresh bread.
And on the afternoon of June 13th, 2013, former novelist Dream Endeles finds a still-working portable radio and intercepts a distress call.
For Want of Caution | 20,663 | mayanpaw
Summary: Hob Gadling was not by nature a cautious man but even he knew the value of keeping track of those who would be too… intrigued by his condition. In 1926, a chance conversation in a bar alerts Hob to the fact that Roderick Burgess has captured another immortal, one that sounds eerily similar to his friend.
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Summary: Before, Hob Gadling never believed he’d be unfortunate enough to love someone who’d never love him back. He’s never coughed up flowers before, and he’s willing to bet he never will.
After 1789, Hob Gadling dreams of his Stranger, realises a few things about himself, and coughs up his first flower petal.
Tidings of Comfort and Joy | 55,441 | Xx_vergil_xX
Summary: December 19th, 1334 – Sir Morpheus Oneiros Endelēas and his sister, Teleute de Morte Endelēas, participate in the King's annual Christmas hawking competition. Sir Morpheus, scouring the woods in pursuit, comes across three women – a maiden, a mother, and an old crone – who offer him a strange ruby amulet, a journey to the future, and a Christmas quest whose details are a little fuzzy. With only a warning that his failure will doom him to a lifetime in the future, Sir Morpheus is suddenly thrown smack into Nottingham, 2022.
December 19th, 2022 – Hob Gadling, a high school history teacher in Nottingham, driving his son, Robyn, and family friends Rose and Jed Walker, to the opening of the town's Christmas castle, hits a medieval knight with his car.
Hijinks ensue.
nurse my pride, throw in a please | 58,371 | OrangeChickenPillow
Summary: Hob is a patient man, and Dream is a stubborn one. Or a stubborn something, considering Hob still doesn't quite understand what exactly he is. In fact, there isn't much he does know about his stranger, and even less about his stranger's family -- so Hob certainly hadn't expected his friend's sister to waltz on into The New Inn asking if he had any apples and telling him that she was in town for work that "luckily" didn't involve him.
And, naturally, he also hadn't seen it coming when she told him that his stranger needed his help. But if Hob had learned anything in his unnaturally long life, it was that things never went quite how you were expecting them to -- and sometimes you wound up breaking into a rich magician's basement to get your friend back.
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Episode 9: Zoe and Mac from The Maniculum Podcast!
In Episode 9 of Inside My Favorite Manuscript, Lindsey and Dot chat with Zoe and Mac from the Maniculum podcast, where they suggest ways to adapt medieval texts for TTRPG’s (tabletop roleplaying games). We talk about marginalia, games, and Mac takes us for a dive into the Rutland Psalter. We also talk to Zoe about her storytelling for Pentiment, a medieval adventure video game by Obsidian Entertainment.
Listen here, or wherever you find your podcasts.
If you enjoyed this episode, you can listen to Dot and Lindsey over on The Maniculum Podcast! We talked about digital humanities, book history, and the secrets of women. Find links to listen here: https://www.themaniculumpodcast.com/episodes
Below the cut are page images and further reading from our conversation.
The Maniculum Podcast
The Maniculum Podcast on Tumblr
Pentiment
Book Historian Plays Pentiment! (Allie Alvis Pentiment play through)
Ludohistory Pentiment Playthrough Playlist on YouTube
Perna (oyster) - Der naturen bloeme - Jacob van Maerlant - KB KA 16 - 108v (via Wikimedia Commons)
Sebhat the Ethiopian scribe relates the story of Lazarus in Pentiment (via Obsidian on Twitter)
Saint George and the Dragon, UPenn LJS 102 f. 71r, early 20th century Ethiopian manuscript
British Library Add MS 62925, The Rutland Psalter
f. 14r
Close-up of bottom of 14r
Close-up of top of 14r
f. 57r
Close-up of bottom of f. 57r
f. 88v
Close-up of bottom of 88v
Betsy Chunko-Dominguez (2016) “Playing on Timbrels”: the margins of the Rutland Psalter, Word & Image, 32:1, 131-141, DOI: 10.1080/02666286.2016.1146540 (PDF here)
f. 67r
Close-up of bottom (heh) of f. 67r
f. 66v
Close-up of bottom of f. 66v
How the opening of ff. 66v-67r would approximately appear
The Luttrell Psalter on the BL Website
The Luttrell Psalter film, mentioned at this point in the podcast, is embedded at the end of this post.
Susan Kim and Asa Mittman, Inconceivable Beasts: The ‘Wonders of the East’ in the Beowulf Manuscript. ACMRS, 2013. (Download PDF here)
British Library blog post on Cotton Tiberius B v
Maniculum D23 posts
f. 87v
Close-up of bottom (heh) of f. 87v
f. 64r
Close-up of bottom of f. 64r
Close-up of top of f. 64r
The Book of Kells
f. 88r
Close-up of bottom of f. 88r
f. 16r
Close-up of bottom (heh) of 16r
(I promise I’m not doing this on purpose)
[Images in the 170s]
f. 5v, Calendar page for October
Close up of Scorpio zodiac sign
f. 3v, Calendar page for June
Close-up of Cancer Zodiac sign
f. 78v
Close-up of f. 78v.
f. 70v
Close-up of f. 70v
Further reading on The Rutland Psalter:
Chunko-Dominguez, Betsy. “‘Playing on Timbrels’: The Margins of the Rutland Psalter.” Word & Image (London. 1985), vol. 32, no. 1, 2016, pp. 131–41 (PDF)
Morgan, Nigel. “The Artists of the Rutland Psalter.” The British Library Journal, vol. 13, no. 2, 1987, pp. 159-185 (PDF)
Luttrell Psalter Film on YouTube:
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