I noted this morning the Puppy-Blender’s recommendation of Samuel Eliot Morrison’s outstanding Admiral of the Ocean Sea: A Life of Christopher Columbus. Indeed, I believe it was his recommendation of this book a year or two ago that prompted me to buy and read it. You should, too.
This afternoon, while she was driving me up to the store, teh Eldest Gel asked me why so many people seem to treat Columbus Day as a Bad Thing. “Because they’re uneducated, preening morons,” I cheerfully replied.
What else is there to say? Ol’ Robbo is sick and tired of the idiocy.
(Actually, I did say a bit more, explaining to her the myth of the Noble Savage and the corrosive effect its false sentimentalization has on historickal clarity. I think she got it.)
By the bye, I have a map of the United States in my office (on which I mark cities to which I’ve travelled for biznay with pins). Way down in the lower right corner sits the island of San Salvador, where Columbus first landed. I always feel a little bit of an historickal shiver when I look at it and contemplate his fleet coming in from off the edge of the map.