It was my sister who, in the 1970s was (and, still is), a rabid Readers Digest subscriber, who received a sample book. The book was
Lessons of History (1968) which is the prelude to an eleven volume work entitled
The Story of Civilization, which was written over a stupendous span of four decades by the husband and wife team of historians,
Will and Ariel Durant.
Since I first picked up the book I haven't let it go. We couldn't afford the eleven volumes, but we had the free book.
I feel sad that Readers Digest is experiencing financial problems presently, a victim of the changing fortunes caused by technology. But, I'm certain that it will rebound. It's brand value is sound. Their management should have gone further down the route of Hallmark (which started off as a mere greeting cards company) into the electronic media. It was just a case of poor product positioning. But, the brand value is there.
I have digressed.
Back to the
Durants and their seminal book.
I think it was the elegant prose that engaged me the first time. It was Love at first sight.
After that came the wisdom contained in the prose that were parenthesised by pivotal historical events.
Here's what I mean; the first chapter is modestly entitled,
Hesitations, and it starts with this passage:
As his studies come to a close the historian faces the challenge: Of what use have your studies been? Have you found in your work only the amusement of recounting the rise and fall of nations and ideas, and retelling "sad stories of the death of kings"? Have you learned more about human nature than the man in the street can learn without so much as opening a book? Have you derived from history any illumination of our present condition, any guidance for our judgments and policies, any guard against the rebuffs of surprise or the vicissitudes of change? Have you found such regularities in the sequence of past events that you can predict the future actions of mankind or the fate of states? Is it possible that, after all, "history has no sense," that it teaches us nothing, and that the immense past was only the weary rehearsal of the mistakes that the future is destined to make on a larger stage and scale?
As you can judge for yourself, how can a teenager, reading the foregoing first passage of a book with such prose and, such penetrating questions, put it back down? And, the first chapter ends thus:
Since man is a moment in astronomic time, a transient guest of the earth, a spore of his species, a scion of his race, a composite of body, character, and mind, a member of a family and a community, a believer or doubter of faith, a unit in an economy, perhaps a citizen in a state or a soldier in an army, we may ask under the corresponding heads - astronomy, geology, geography, biology, ethnology, psychology, morality, religion, economics, politics, and war - what history has to say about the nature, conduct, and prospects of man. It is a precarious enterprise, and only a fool would try to compress a hundred centuries into a hundred pages of hazardous conclusions. We proceed.
I was enthralled.
Over the decades, the book has become an old and, ever wise, friend.
I just re-read one of the chapters of the book and found the following passage to be resonant:
Democracy is the most difficult of all forms of government, since it requires widespread intelligence, and we forgot to make ourselves intelligent when we made ourselves sovereign. Education has spread, but intelligence is perpetually retarded by the fertility of the simple. A cynic remarked that, "you mustn't enthrone ignorance just because there is so much of it." However, ignorance is not long enthroned, for it lends itself to manipulation by forces that mold public opinion. It may be true, as Lincoln supposed, that "you can't fool all the people all the time," but you can fool enough of them to rule a country.