Browse Designs
Le Morte D'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory

Le Morte D'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory

Le Morte D'Arthur

  Mystic Realms     Books      Le Morte D'Arthur

Download the Le Morte D'Arthur eBook in .pdf format

Write to the Russian embassies around the world and tell them that what they have done is wrong  - www.greenpeace.org/freethearctic30

Book 1

Contents

Book 1

 

Edited and first published by William Caxton in 1485, Sir Thomas Malory's unique and splendid version of the Arthurian legend tells an immortal story of love, adventure, chivalry, treachery, and death.


'
La Queste del Saint Graal' and another book in the Vulgate cycle the ‘Prose Lancelot’ were the prime source used by Malory for ‘Le Morte d'Arthur'. - The sinfulness of the inhabitants causes the Grail to be taken from Britain. On Galahad’s death the Grail is carried up into heaven. This is immediately followed by Lancelot's return to Guinevere and the public denunciation of the lovers. Civil War ensues, the fellowship of the Round Table is destroyed and Arthur's reign comes to its bitter close 
"Sir Thomas Malory's 15th century work, "Le Morte d'Arthur" is, perhaps, better known than
Geoffrey or Chretien. He took their stories and retold them with an epic unity, creating the Romantic Age of Chivalry. With one stroke of his pen, he transformed Arthur's Court from Dark Age obscurity to the height of medieval pageantry. Being written in English and printed by Caxton, "Le Morte d'Arthur" was instantly available to the masses, and it remains highly popular, even today, as a classic work of literature. Malory's work, however, is just that: a work of literature. There is little history left amongst his pages." - source unknown 

The Victorian poet, Alfred, Lord Tennyson, based his twelve poem 'Idylls of the King' (1859-85) on this book

From the Cambridge History of English and American Literature(1907–21).

The Morte d’Arthur, the publication of which holds a chief place in
Caxton’s work, looks back to the Middle Ages. Based on translation, a mosaic of adaptations, it is, nevertheless, a single literary creation such as no work of Caxton’s own can claim to be, and it has exercised a far stronger and longer literary influence.
If, as is possible, Malory was the knight of Newbold Revell, he had been a retainer of the last Beauchamp earl of Warwick, he had seen the splendours of the last efforts of feudalism and had served in that famous siege of Rouen which so deeply impressed contemporary imagination. Apparently, he was a loyalist during the Civil Wars and suffered from Yorkist revenge; his burial in the Grey Friars may, possibly, suggest that he even died a prisoner in Newgate. In any case, he must have died before the printing of his immortal book, which comes to us, therefore, edited by Caxton, to whom, possibly, are due most of the lacunae, bits of weak grammar and confusions in names. Nevertheless, the style seals the Morte d’Arthur as Malory’s, not Caxton’s. It is as individual as is the author’s mode of dealing with the material he gathered from his wide field. This material Malory several times says he found in a French book—the French book—but critics have discovered a variety of sources. It is in the course of the story that the multiplicity of sources is at times discernible—in the failure of certain portions to preserve a connecting thread, in the interruption of the story of
Tristram, in the curious doubling of names, or the confusion of generations; the style reveals no trace of inharmonious originals. The skilful blending of many ancient tales, verse and prose, French and English, savage and saintly, into a connected, if but loosely connected, whole is wrought in a manner which leaves the Morte, while representative of some of the nobler traits of Malory’s century, in other respects typical neither of that nor any particular epoch, and this is an element in its immortality.
If such an ascetic purity and rapt devotion as glows in
the Grail story was practised among the mystics, such a fantastic chivalry portrayed by Froissart, such a loyalty evinced by a Bedford or a Fortescue, yet the Morte assumes the recognition of a loftier standard of justice, purity and unselfishness than its own century knew. These disinterested heroes, who give away all they win with the magnanimity of an Audley at Poictiers, these tireless champions of the helpless, these eternal lovers and their idealised love, are of no era, any more than the forests in which they for ever travel. And, if the constant tournaments and battles, and the castles which seem to be the only places to live in, suggest a medieval world, the total absence of reference to its basic agricultural life and insistent commerce detaches us from it again, while the occasional mention of cities endows them with a splendour and remoteness only to be paralleled in the ancient empire or in the pictures of Turner.

 

Medieval stories were, naturally, negligent of causes in a world where the unaccountable so constantly happened in real life, and a similar suddenness of adventure may be found in tales much older than this. Malory, however, on the threshold of an age which would require dramatic motive or, at least, probability, saved his book from the fate of the older, unreasoned fiction by investing it with an atmosphere, impossible to analyse, which withdraws his figures to the region of mirage. This indescribable conviction of magic places Malory’s characters outside the sphere of criticism, since, given the atmosphere, they are consistent with themselves and their circumstances. Nothing is challenged, analysed or emphasised; curiosity as to causation is kept in abeyance; retribution is worked out, but, apparently, unconsciously. Like children’s are the sudden quarrels and hatreds and as sudden reconciliations. The motive forces are the elemental passions of love and bravery, jealousy and revenge, never greed, or lust, or cruelty. Courage and the thirst for adventure are taken for granted, like the passion for the chase, and, against a brilliant and moving throng jof the brave and fair, a few conceptions are made to stand forth as exceptional—a Lancelot, a Tristram, or a Mark. Perhaps most skilful of all is the restraint exercised in the portrayal of Arthur. As with Shakespeare’s Caesar and Homer’s Helen, we realise Arthur by his effect upon his paladins; of himself we are not allowed to form a definite image, though we may surmise justice to be his most distinct attribute. Neither a hero of hard knocks nor an effective practical monarch, he is not to be assigned to any known type, but remains the elusive centre of the magical panorama.
The prose in which is unfolded this scarcely Christianised fairy tale—for
the Grail was to Arthurian legend something as the Crusades to feudalism—is, apparently, of a very simple, almost childlike, type, with its incessant “so—and—then,” but, unlike mere simplicity, it never becomes tedious. There is a kind of cadence, at times almost musical, which bears the narrative on with a gradual swell and fall proportioned to the importance of the episodes, while brevity, especially at the close of a long incident, sometimes approaches to epigram. But the style fits the subject so perfectly as never to claim attention for itself. A transparent clarity is of its essence. Too straightforward to be archaic, idiomatic with a suavity denied to Caxton, Malory, who reaches one hand to Chaucer and one to Spenser, escaped the stamp of a particular epoch and bequeathed a prose epic to literature.

 

Book 1

Contents

Book 1

Authentic Medieval Swords & Armor

Le Morte D'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory. Le Morte D'Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory is published by Mystic Realms

Browse Designs

Free Tarot Readings by Alison Day

Mystic Realms has linked up with Lotus Tarot, probably the best Tarot Reading site on the internet today.
click here for a free tarot readingat lotus tarot

Google

 

 Do something today 

Mystic Realms Site Design & Contents ©Les Still 1998-2012 Motorpsycho Realms Contact