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The Polish poet Zbigniew Herbert; of which I'd only read his poetry before this, is a quite remarkable essayist too. He begins this collection of essays by writing about a trip he made to the Lascaux cave system in southwestern France which is home to some pretty old wall paintings. Not only is there doubt as to how they were first discovered: maybe a dog, maybe some kids, but are they in fact as authentic as one is led to believe? Some guy even rubbed one of them, feeling it looked far too colourful to be as old as it is, and paint came off on his finger. But this could simply be down to the fact that the level of salt in the caves kept the paintings intact all of this time, by creating a sort of protective layer over them. Until some silly fool decided to scrape away at one.

Other essays that follow focus on the Dorians of ancient Greece, the city of Arles; famed for inspiring the paintings of Van Gogh, the city of Orvieto; from the middle ages to the postRoman era, the city of Siena; from its architecture to its painters, Parisian Cathedrals and their construction, the Albigensian Crusade of the 13th century, the defence of the Templars, the Italian painter Piero della Francesca, and the House of Valois.

All in all this was a fascinating read. And I don't normally do history this far back, as in the past its tended to bore me. Not here though. Also; but I might be wrong, the title of Barbarian in the Garden I think comes from one of Herbert's poems about the invasion of Poland. The musings of a charming nostalgic as he explores events in European history from Lascaux forward, at a time when the notion of a grandbourgeois sort of "Western civilization" was still alive, if barely, and there was still, among the upper crust, an expectation that familiarity with Greece and Rome would form the foundation for a certain sensibility, the sensibility of a Stefan Zweig novel, which was already in its dying throes. There are touches of Patrick Leigh Fermor's travelogues, I suppose, but uncouth American that I am, my main thought was that his tone was like that of a bowtied gentleman in one of the 1960s filmstrips still in routine use at my middleAmerican high school in the 2000s (including, as I recall, Peter Ustinov, another one of the last men of Herbert's ilk). This is hardly trendy reading in the era of coronavirus, but there's a vaguely Wes Anderson sort of nostalgia to reading a Polish dissident's musings about the Albigensian Crusade. In Barbarian in the Garden, Zbigniew Herbert creates his own idiosyncratic Grand Tour. In Lascaux, Arles, and Albi, in Siena, Orvieto, Arezzo and San Sepolcro, the Polish poet, an Eastern European, seeks to apprehend the origins of Western culture.

Herbert’s journey, he observes, was twofold. The first “was real—a journey through towns, museums and ruins. The second—through books about the places I visited.” In these ten essays, he gives readers both the experience of being there, in the present, and a historical perspective on what we encounter.

Herbert, the consummate traveler, is alive to everything around him—the people, the landscape, and the food, the architecture and the art. He is not one of those tourists he comes across in Siena, so busy photographing, “so absorbed with producing copies that they have absolutely no time to see.” He is determined not just to see, but to see things new, to find his own viewpoint and reach his own judgments.

In Chartres, “instead of writing about stained glass modulating light as Gregorian chant modulates silence,” he writes about the cathedral’s construction, about stone, “an accountant’s view of the Gothic.” Among painters, he chooses as his favorite Piero della Francesca, “one of the most impersonal, supraindividual artists in history.” This artist, he writes: “hides so thoroughly behind his paintings and frescoes that one cannot invent his private life, his loves and friendships, his ambitions, his passion and grief…His entire being is in his oeuvre.”

Herbert’s private life is absent too in these essays. And yet they feel intensely personal, a quest revealing the mind and morals of the man: His love for the harmony of Dorian architecture. His scorn for the townspeople of Arles who petitioned to lock away the “madman” Van Gogh, and refused to buy his paintings. And, in two powerful narratives, his hatred of the policestate tactics that crushed the Albigensians and the Templars—tactics he knew firsthand as a resistance fighter in World War II and later in postwar Poland.

For Herbert, travel is an historical endeavor: the past is as living as the present. These essays, demanding and wonderful, convey a deep sense of places and the people who have inhabited them, what they have created and what they have destroyed.