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H I S T O R Y described as a reflection of support for monarchy, but can equally be attributed to a sense of relief that the revolutions of the previous year might finally be over. Enthusiasm for Charles Stuart, Reece argues, “did not contribute to the collapse of the republic: it was a result of its fall”. Charles was carried to his throne not on a wave of popular enthusiasm, but “on the foundation of two military coups”. Like The Fall, Ronald Hutton’s Oliver Cromwell: Commander i n ch i e f i s l a r ge ly about t he relationship between soldiers and politicians, albeit set in the period of the republic’s creation rather than its demise. This is the second volume of Hutton’s biography of Cromwell, covering the period from 1647 to 1653, during which he navigated the politicization of the New Model Army, the search for a settlement with Charles I, the purging of parliament and the regicide. After tracing the actions of Cromwell’s campaigns at the head of the English army in Ireland and Scotland, the volume ends with him on the cusp of absolute power, having expelled parliament in April 1653. As in the first volume, the author takes a novel approach to his subject. Whereas previous biographers have used editions of Cromwell’s surviving letters and speeches as a framework around which to hang their account, Hutton refuses to take Oliver at his own word. This inevitably means placing rather more emphasis on historical sources that might be considered dubious or untrustworthy, mainly because they were written a long time after the events they describe and/or were penned by an enemy with an axe to grind. The result, p e r h a p s u n s u r p r i s i n g l y, i s a b i o g r a p hy t h a t presents its subject as “more devious, ruthless, manipulative and self-seeking” than most recent scholars have claimed. Yet for all that Hutton’s book promises to reveal “a different Cromwell”, many aspects are unsurprising. That he was “expert in waiting on events” is well known, and few would di sagree that hi s lodestar was an “unwavering commitment to the right of godly and sober Protestants” to worship freely, or that he was relatively uninterested in politic al and constitutional matters. What sets Hutton apart is his emphasis on what he perceives as his subject’s negative character traits, and a w i l l i n g n e s s t o e n t e r t a i n t h e n o t i o n t h a t h i s championing of the godly cause intersected with, and was perhaps a cover for, his personal interest. During this period Cromwell repeatedly adopted the role of mediator between the army and those with whom it was negotiating, whether Charles I or the parliament. Whenever negotiations stalled, however, he always fell in with the army. A prime example is the famous Putney Debates of 1647, where Cromwell apparently went from supporting a deal with Charles I to professing a willingness to abandon the king. We “can never know”, Hutton s u g ge s t s , h ow much “ t h i s p ro c e s s re s t e d o n expediency, and how much on a genuine conversion experience”. Later references give the impression that the author favours the former explanation over the latter. Cromwell’s subsequent opposition to parliament’s negotiations with Charles 4 in 1648, which was “in accord with the feelings of his soldiers”, is described as in “conformity with the strategy he had followed since Putney”. Cromwell also tried to reconcile the Rump Parliament and the army, but, “on failing, had thrown in his lot with the soldiers who were the basis of his power”. His assumed role as champion for the reformist agenda “suited him politic al ly, largely because of the sympathy for radical courses long evident in the army, on which he depended for his position”. These claims are mischievous, insinuating that he fell in with the army out of self-interest, but not dismissing the probability that he did so because he genuinely sympathized with their agenda. Ultimately, though, it seems that Cromwell just cannot win. For, even if he sincerely shared the concerns of the soldiers, Hutton concludes that the army was every bit as mendacious as Cromwell anyway: they ultimately acted out of their “own selfish interests”; professions of intervening to save the “liberties of the nation” were “fantasy and delusion” or “pure hypocrisy”. This does not mean that Hutton’s account of a ru th l e s s Cromwell l acks subst ance, e spec i a l ly during his infamous campaign in Ireland in 1649 and 1650. The author sets his military record in Ireland firmly in context, methodically presenting the surviving evidence to dispel the more outlandish nationalist myths that have surrounded Cromwell’s actions, particularly claims of a general massacre at Drogheda, but also laying bare the “dreadful and unnecessary” things that unquestionably occurred under his watch. The description of the groans and stench of the dead and dying soldiers and civilians lying on the streets of Drogheda is as evocative as any of the ly r i c a l accounts of the l andsc apes Cromwell may have passed along his travels. In the political arena, the author’s case for a manipulative, ruthless and deceitful Cromwell is somewhat less clear-cut, resting largely on tantalizing possibilities that the reader is invited to judge by re f e rence to a l l e ged pat t e rns i n t he subjec t ’s character established in the previous volume. Yet those supposedly habitual traits in his nature turn out to be far from stable or ingrained. Certainly, his alleged implacable hatred and ruthless pursuit of enemies sits ill with yet another “pattern which was to obt a in for the re s t of Cromwell’s l i fe , whereby he both took former opponents or critics into favour”, building bridges and drawing on a range of talents and experiences. His repeated efforts to reach out to the irascible John Lilburne, even a f t e r t he l a t t e r publ i shed a p l e t hora o f tracts blackening his reputation, hardly indicates a vindictive man. At times it seems that rumours are given credence bec ause they match what Hutton t akes to be inherent in his subject’s character: a story about Cromwell plotting to abolish the post of Lord Deputy of Ireland to thwart an ambitious subordinate “ re f l ec t s t he suspic i ons t hat swirled around Oliver because of his genuine slipperiness a s a pol i t i c i an”. The implic at i on i s that such rumours would not circulate if they didn’t contain a kernel of truth. Similarly, Hutton is convinced that Cromwell and the army told deliberate lies to justify the expulsion of the Rump Parliament in April 1653, particularly about the intentions behind the bill in preparation by that assembly for its dissolution, which the army’s earliest printed defence claimed was intended instead to recruit new members. Despite lacking the clinching evidence, because the bill in question does not survive, Hutton suggests this accusation was an “outright falsehood” rather than an error: he does not “think that as canny and well informed a politician as Cromwell would have made any mistake as to the contents of the bill, and I do believe that Cromwell and his allies would tell deliberate lies”. If so, it seems odd that they did not keep up the pretence to suit their purposes, but quickly clarified their story to provide an explanation that even Hutton admits “may actually be the t ruth”: that the bi l l did not include a recruitment clause at the time of the expulsion, TLS “Charles II was carried to his throne not on a wave of popular enthusiasm, but ‘on the foundation of two military coups’ and the real cause of offence was that the Rump was pressing ahead at pace to call fresh elections, defying an agreement to dissolve and devolve power to a caretaker government of the army’s nominees. While absence of evidence is not evidence of absence, Hutton suggests it strengthens his case. The claim that Cromwell was a self-publicist rests largely on a corpus of printed books and pamphlets that “extolled and magnified” his exploits. Yet, as the author admits, at “no point is it clear how directly Oliver himself was involved in representations of himself in the press”. This lack of evidence is apparently no surprise, however: had he been “actively concerned in their dissemination, then he would have been sure to conceal his participation in the process”. Similarly, while Cromwell was “regularly accused of deceiving, manipulating and manoeuvring people” to get his own way, Hutton concedes that “solid proof of these instances is hard to supply”. Again, this is merely a sign of Cromwellian cunning, because “an adroit mover such a s O l ive r would have ensured t h i s ve r y absence”. Of course, the other possibility is that it was simply untrue. Indeed, we are reminded throughout Hutton’s book that mid-seventeenth-century Britain had a political culture permeated by conspiracy theories. The Civil War was driven more by perceptions than realities: parliamentarians propagated fears about Catholic-inclined evil counsellors misleading the king into tyranny; royalists claimed that parliament had been subverted by a junto of Puritan fanatics seeking religious and political chaos. As Hutton demonstrates, Cromwell and the army came to blame various “scapegoats” for the failure to reach a settlement that satisfied their desires: in 1647 it was a cabal of Presbyterian MPs, by 1648 it was Charles I; and finally, in 1653, it was parliament itself. Yet this process of scapegoating cut both ways, with many who saw their hopes dashed in the 1650s placing the blame on Cromwell, a trend that became even more pronounced after 1660. The apparent inconsistency at the heart of this account is that such accusations tend to be written off as outright lies when made by Cromwell and the army against their chosen obstacle, but are often taken to contain within them possible truths when directed the other way. This disparit y i s most striking in Hutton’s treatment of Charles I, who is presented as wrongly maligned both by the army and historians. He was “not a bad man” and “completely lacked ruthlessness, let alone cruelty”. One can easily find evidence to the contrary, such as the sworn testimony of the husbandman at the king’s trial who overheard him at the sacking of Leicester in 1645 condoning his soldiers’ mistreatment of parliamentarian prisoners: “I do not care if they cut them three times more, for they are mine enemies”. One might connect this to Charles’s willingness to let adversaries such as Sir John Eliot rot in the Tower after the dissolution of parliament in 1629, even refusing to release his body for burial after his death three years later, and begin to discern a pattern that suggests a cruel streak. Perhaps Charles’s accusers were hypocrites for accusing him of seeking to rule tyrannically “while themselves using armed force to coerce and purge Parliament”, but the notion that Charles had “never clearly intended, let alone actually done” such things neglects the small matter of his attempted arrest of five members of the Commons in January 1642. The army’s accusations against the king may have been overblown, but by denying them any semblance of truth Hutton seems to judge Cromwell against a very different yardstick to Charles. Whereas Alice Hunt and Henry Reece allow us to look afresh at the republican era by peeling away the myths and narratives that have shrouded it since 1660, Ronald Hutton’s interpretation of Cromwell hints at a revival of tropes amplified during the memory games of the Stuart Restoration. Whether o r n o t t h i s re p re s e n t a t i o n o f a c unn i n g a nd dissembling Cromwell will prove as compelling today as it did back then remains to be seen. n NOVEMBER 1, 2024
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J O U R N A L I S M Soiled muck-raker A journalist who exposed the appeasers, but took Moscow’s line JAMES ROBINS BELIEVE NOTHING UNTIL IT IS OFFICIALLY DENIED Claud Cockburn and the invention of guerrilla journalism PATRICK COCKBURN 320pp. Verso. £30. In that interlude between 1933 and 1941, when not much was going on in the world, “unquestionably the nastiest looking bit of work that ever dropped on to a breakfast table”, in the words of its editor, was a newsletter called the Week. Rancid brown ink, stamped on standard ecru typewriter paper, filed out to a tiny subscriber list in drab envelopes: that’s what you got for twelve shillings a year. But it was good value. For in these muddy pages one could find all the gossip, rumour and exposé not fit for regular print. Its lone mastermind – not just editor, but also writer and printer – was Claud Cockburn. Wit and schemer, charmer and rake, usually sozzled by lunchtime, Cockburn for a while combined the better parts of conspirator and muckraker. Trained at The Times to do the regular duty of establishment journalism, he chucked in that role when Hitler seized power, dedicating himself to bringing down the appeasers, the would-be quislings, those who wore black shirts under cravats. Diplomats and civil servants used the Week to air anti-fascist sentiment suppressed in official corridors; foreign correspondents gave Cockburn scoops turned down for publication elsewhere. During some scandal of the 1930s he suggested sending identical telegrams to every member of the government reading “Fly at once – all is discovered”, just to see if the guilty would hoof it. Here , i n sho r t , i s our t yp i c a l t a l e o f smal l battalion against big. In Believe Nothing Until It Is Officially Denied, by Claud’s son Patrick (a distinguished reporter in his own right), we find a model for what the author calls “guerrilla journalism”. The bosses, ministers and aristocrats could be made to feel the pinch of embarrassment, even ultimately be defeated, “by well-planned journalistic guerrilla warfare targeting known vulnerabilities”. In this sense the Week’s finest hour came in 1937, when it exposed the “Cliveden Set” around Nancy Astor as pro-Nazi appeasers, thereby heaving influential opinion in Britain over to the anti-fascist side. Then again, what Patrick Cockburn is describing here is not so much “guerrilla journalism” as good journali sm, done with maverick f la i r. And hi s father’s “pirate craft” did not spring from Claud’s own genius; it is in a grand old tradition, both brave and squalid, including any number of basement rags, doomed journals and grubby pamphlets; it is a lineage that spans William Cobbett’s “twopenny t rash” and Sylv i a Pankhurst’s Woman’s Dreadnought. Claud was not first. Nor was he best. That honour still rests with the American journalist I. F. Stone, who perfected the style in his Weekly, running from 1953 to 1971. For his troubles Cockburn earned quite a lot of interest from Special Branch and MI5. But that could a l so have been bec ause he was a loyal member of the Communist Party of Great Britain. Hendrik Hertzberg of the New Yorker has even NOVEMBER 1, 2024 Claud Cockburn, from the book under review alleged that the Week was “discreetly financed by the Comintern”. Patrick Cockburn has nothing to say about this charge. Indeed, he would prefer to James Robins is the author of When We Dead Awaken, 2020 ‘to the end he will defend the splendid sensation of pain and a couple of faded images in the pit of a burned-out eye’ TLS squish his father’s Redness down until he looks like a flattened “radical” standing against the vagaries of “arbitrary power”. It was in the Spanish Civil War that Claud sacrificed his independence for the khaki of a party man. The brief time Cockburn spent as a soldier for the Spanish Republic was bathetic. At the front north of Madrid he was ordered to charge an entrenched position. He got up, started running. Then his trousers fell down. For the rest of his time there it seemed he never pulled them back up again. Hi s ro l e at the Daily Worker – he was appointed as diplomatic correspondent in 1935, and covered the Spanish Civil War under the name Frank Pitcairn – was not that of a reporter, but of a factional hatchet-man. “Claud was a connoisseur of the techniques of propaganda”, his son notes in the book, “a word which had no negative connotations for him because he believed that an information war was an inviolable part of political conflict.” Perhaps. And it could be argued that the most effective propaganda has a kernel of truth; even if it is not entirely true, it must at least appear to be true. Except Cockburn’s work was neither effective nor true. It was inaccurate and rabidly sectarian, and even now taints his otherwise good work in the Week. This blemish might have faded had it not been for George Orwell. His unit in Spain, the POUM, was suppressed by Stalinist agents after the “May Days” in Barcelona and were the subject of vile lies published by Cockburn in the Daily Worker. Rather than admit that his father behaved poorly, Patrick Cockburn does his best to characterize Orwell as a dupe, suggesting that the feud with Cockburn was one of equally opposed forces, rather than a total vindication of the former to the eternal shame of the latter. Here rests a certain grudge held by the old comrades. The Communists, even some who became ex-Communists, hated the fact that Orwell never endured the same passage through the bowels of Stalinism that they did. He was never illusioned, never fell for the line, thus never had to be cured or purged or shunted out the back door. And whereas their work went down for the temporary agitprop it was, Orwell’s stuff lived on. Patrick Cockburn pleads in aid of his father by carrying on this nasty little tradition. Here he is discussing Orwell’s criticism of “Frank Pitcairn” in Homage to Catalonia: “Orwell was particularly incensed by the accusation that POUM was well armed and went to considerable lengths to show that they possessed only ‘some dozens of machine guns and several thousand rifles’” (my emphasis). Except Orwell never wrote this; the Comintern house paper Imprecor did, along with a slanderous lie that the POUM were fascist agents. Here is what Orwell actually wrote: “I have given an estimate of the arms which were at three of the principal P.O.U.M. buildings – about eight y r i f les, a few bombs, and no machine guns; i.e. about sufficient for the armed guards which, at that time, all the political parties placed on their buildings”. Cockburn struck a blasé pose when later pushed on these faults. “He never looked backwards at past mistakes or defeats”, Patrick Cockburn says, “because he felt there was nothing to be done about them.” Which might be good enough for fils et père, but isn’t quite good enough for the readers of a biography. Indeed, Believe Nothing seems somehow both abrupt and struck through with longueurs; there is a meandering section in which the author rescues the reputation of his father’s lover, Jean Ross, the model for Sally Bowles in Christopher Isherwood’s Goodbye to Berlin. It then cuts off when the Week was temporarily banned in 1941, briefly picking up later when Cockburn became one of the mentors around Private Eye in the 1960s. The continuity between the book’s model of “guerrilla journalism” and Britain’s most celebrated satirical weekly goes unexplored – absent along with a real reckoning of Cockburn’s capitulation to thuggery and the party line. We are being asked to pay full price for half a book. n 5

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described as a reflection of support for monarchy, but can equally be attributed to a sense of relief that the revolutions of the previous year might finally be over. Enthusiasm for Charles Stuart, Reece argues, “did not contribute to the collapse of the republic: it was a result of its fall”. Charles was carried to his throne not on a wave of popular enthusiasm, but “on the foundation of two military coups”.

Like The Fall, Ronald Hutton’s Oliver Cromwell: Commander i n ch i e f i s l a r ge ly about t he relationship between soldiers and politicians, albeit set in the period of the republic’s creation rather than its demise. This is the second volume of Hutton’s biography of Cromwell, covering the period from 1647 to 1653, during which he navigated the politicization of the New Model Army, the search for a settlement with Charles I, the purging of parliament and the regicide. After tracing the actions of Cromwell’s campaigns at the head of the English army in Ireland and Scotland, the volume ends with him on the cusp of absolute power, having expelled parliament in April 1653. As in the first volume, the author takes a novel approach to his subject. Whereas previous biographers have used editions of Cromwell’s surviving letters and speeches as a framework around which to hang their account, Hutton refuses to take Oliver at his own word. This inevitably means placing rather more emphasis on historical sources that might be considered dubious or untrustworthy, mainly because they were written a long time after the events they describe and/or were penned by an enemy with an axe to grind. The result, p e r h a p s u n s u r p r i s i n g l y, i s a b i o g r a p hy t h a t presents its subject as “more devious, ruthless, manipulative and self-seeking” than most recent scholars have claimed.

Yet for all that Hutton’s book promises to reveal “a different Cromwell”, many aspects are unsurprising. That he was “expert in waiting on events” is well known, and few would di sagree that hi s lodestar was an “unwavering commitment to the right of godly and sober Protestants” to worship freely, or that he was relatively uninterested in politic al and constitutional matters. What sets Hutton apart is his emphasis on what he perceives as his subject’s negative character traits, and a w i l l i n g n e s s t o e n t e r t a i n t h e n o t i o n t h a t h i s championing of the godly cause intersected with, and was perhaps a cover for, his personal interest.

During this period Cromwell repeatedly adopted the role of mediator between the army and those with whom it was negotiating, whether Charles I or the parliament. Whenever negotiations stalled, however, he always fell in with the army. A prime example is the famous Putney Debates of 1647, where Cromwell apparently went from supporting a deal with Charles I to professing a willingness to abandon the king. We “can never know”, Hutton s u g ge s t s , h ow much “ t h i s p ro c e s s re s t e d o n expediency, and how much on a genuine conversion experience”. Later references give the impression that the author favours the former explanation over the latter. Cromwell’s subsequent opposition to parliament’s negotiations with Charles

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in 1648, which was “in accord with the feelings of his soldiers”, is described as in “conformity with the strategy he had followed since Putney”. Cromwell also tried to reconcile the Rump Parliament and the army, but, “on failing, had thrown in his lot with the soldiers who were the basis of his power”. His assumed role as champion for the reformist agenda “suited him politic al ly, largely because of the sympathy for radical courses long evident in the army, on which he depended for his position”. These claims are mischievous, insinuating that he fell in with the army out of self-interest, but not dismissing the probability that he did so because he genuinely sympathized with their agenda. Ultimately, though, it seems that Cromwell just cannot win. For, even if he sincerely shared the concerns of the soldiers, Hutton concludes that the army was every bit as mendacious as Cromwell anyway: they ultimately acted out of their “own selfish interests”; professions of intervening to save the “liberties of the nation” were “fantasy and delusion” or “pure hypocrisy”.

This does not mean that Hutton’s account of a ru th l e s s Cromwell l acks subst ance, e spec i a l ly during his infamous campaign in Ireland in 1649 and 1650. The author sets his military record in Ireland firmly in context, methodically presenting the surviving evidence to dispel the more outlandish nationalist myths that have surrounded Cromwell’s actions, particularly claims of a general massacre at Drogheda, but also laying bare the “dreadful and unnecessary” things that unquestionably occurred under his watch. The description of the groans and stench of the dead and dying soldiers and civilians lying on the streets of Drogheda is as evocative as any of the ly r i c a l accounts of the l andsc apes Cromwell may have passed along his travels.

In the political arena, the author’s case for a manipulative, ruthless and deceitful Cromwell is somewhat less clear-cut, resting largely on tantalizing possibilities that the reader is invited to judge by re f e rence to a l l e ged pat t e rns i n t he subjec t ’s character established in the previous volume. Yet those supposedly habitual traits in his nature turn out to be far from stable or ingrained. Certainly, his alleged implacable hatred and ruthless pursuit of enemies sits ill with yet another “pattern which was to obt a in for the re s t of Cromwell’s l i fe , whereby he both took former opponents or critics into favour”, building bridges and drawing on a range of talents and experiences. His repeated efforts to reach out to the irascible John Lilburne, even a f t e r t he l a t t e r publ i shed a p l e t hora o f tracts blackening his reputation, hardly indicates a vindictive man.

At times it seems that rumours are given credence bec ause they match what Hutton t akes to be inherent in his subject’s character: a story about Cromwell plotting to abolish the post of Lord Deputy of Ireland to thwart an ambitious subordinate “ re f l ec t s t he suspic i ons t hat swirled around Oliver because of his genuine slipperiness a s a pol i t i c i an”. The implic at i on i s that such rumours would not circulate if they didn’t contain a kernel of truth. Similarly, Hutton is convinced that Cromwell and the army told deliberate lies to justify the expulsion of the Rump Parliament in April 1653, particularly about the intentions behind the bill in preparation by that assembly for its dissolution, which the army’s earliest printed defence claimed was intended instead to recruit new members. Despite lacking the clinching evidence, because the bill in question does not survive, Hutton suggests this accusation was an “outright falsehood” rather than an error: he does not “think that as canny and well informed a politician as Cromwell would have made any mistake as to the contents of the bill, and I do believe that Cromwell and his allies would tell deliberate lies”. If so, it seems odd that they did not keep up the pretence to suit their purposes, but quickly clarified their story to provide an explanation that even Hutton admits “may actually be the t ruth”: that the bi l l did not include a recruitment clause at the time of the expulsion,

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“Charles II was carried to his throne not on a wave of popular enthusiasm, but ‘on the foundation of two military coups’

and the real cause of offence was that the Rump was pressing ahead at pace to call fresh elections, defying an agreement to dissolve and devolve power to a caretaker government of the army’s nominees.

While absence of evidence is not evidence of absence, Hutton suggests it strengthens his case. The claim that Cromwell was a self-publicist rests largely on a corpus of printed books and pamphlets that “extolled and magnified” his exploits. Yet, as the author admits, at “no point is it clear how directly Oliver himself was involved in representations of himself in the press”. This lack of evidence is apparently no surprise, however: had he been “actively concerned in their dissemination, then he would have been sure to conceal his participation in the process”. Similarly, while Cromwell was “regularly accused of deceiving, manipulating and manoeuvring people” to get his own way, Hutton concedes that “solid proof of these instances is hard to supply”. Again, this is merely a sign of Cromwellian cunning, because “an adroit mover such a s O l ive r would have ensured t h i s ve r y absence”. Of course, the other possibility is that it was simply untrue.

Indeed, we are reminded throughout Hutton’s book that mid-seventeenth-century Britain had a political culture permeated by conspiracy theories. The Civil War was driven more by perceptions than realities: parliamentarians propagated fears about Catholic-inclined evil counsellors misleading the king into tyranny; royalists claimed that parliament had been subverted by a junto of Puritan fanatics seeking religious and political chaos. As Hutton demonstrates, Cromwell and the army came to blame various “scapegoats” for the failure to reach a settlement that satisfied their desires: in 1647 it was a cabal of Presbyterian MPs, by 1648 it was Charles I; and finally, in 1653, it was parliament itself. Yet this process of scapegoating cut both ways, with many who saw their hopes dashed in the 1650s placing the blame on Cromwell, a trend that became even more pronounced after 1660.

The apparent inconsistency at the heart of this account is that such accusations tend to be written off as outright lies when made by Cromwell and the army against their chosen obstacle, but are often taken to contain within them possible truths when directed the other way. This disparit y i s most striking in Hutton’s treatment of Charles I, who is presented as wrongly maligned both by the army and historians. He was “not a bad man” and “completely lacked ruthlessness, let alone cruelty”. One can easily find evidence to the contrary, such as the sworn testimony of the husbandman at the king’s trial who overheard him at the sacking of Leicester in 1645 condoning his soldiers’ mistreatment of parliamentarian prisoners: “I do not care if they cut them three times more, for they are mine enemies”. One might connect this to Charles’s willingness to let adversaries such as Sir John Eliot rot in the Tower after the dissolution of parliament in 1629, even refusing to release his body for burial after his death three years later, and begin to discern a pattern that suggests a cruel streak. Perhaps Charles’s accusers were hypocrites for accusing him of seeking to rule tyrannically “while themselves using armed force to coerce and purge Parliament”, but the notion that Charles had “never clearly intended, let alone actually done” such things neglects the small matter of his attempted arrest of five members of the Commons in January 1642. The army’s accusations against the king may have been overblown, but by denying them any semblance of truth Hutton seems to judge Cromwell against a very different yardstick to Charles.

Whereas Alice Hunt and Henry Reece allow us to look afresh at the republican era by peeling away the myths and narratives that have shrouded it since 1660, Ronald Hutton’s interpretation of Cromwell hints at a revival of tropes amplified during the memory games of the Stuart Restoration. Whether o r n o t t h i s re p re s e n t a t i o n o f a c unn i n g a nd dissembling Cromwell will prove as compelling today as it did back then remains to be seen. n

NOVEMBER 1, 2024

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