Chessquest
The Butrint
Icon in Vivisection -
Part I
The Butrint
Icon - 465 A.D
by Don McLean
"It
seems to me what is called for is an exquisite balance between two conflicting
needs: the most skeptical scrutiny of all hypotheses that are served
up to us and at the same time a great openness to new ideas. If you
are only skeptical, then no new ideas make it through to you. On the
other hand, if you are open to the point of gullibility and have not
an ounce of skeptical sense in you, then you cannot distinguish the
useful ideas from the worthless ones." (Carl Sagan)
"Angels
and ministers of grace, defend us!
Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damned,
Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,
Be thy intents wicked or charitable,
Thou comest in such a questionable shape
That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Butrint,
King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me!
Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell
Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,
Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre,
Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd,
Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws
To cast thee up again. What may this mean,
That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon,
Making night hideous, and we fools of nature
So horridly to shake our disposition
With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?" (Hamlet, 1. 4)
INTRODUCTION
"A
truant disposition, good my lord." (Hamlet, 1. 2)
Posing
a direct contradiction to baseline chronologies associated with the
evolution of chess and other icon-oriented board games, many uncertainties
shroud the identity of the unique artifact retrieved from Butrint, Albania.
Like the sacred relic described in Salmon Rushdie's "The
Prophet's Hair", Butrint passes from hand to hand, eliciting
different perspectives and opinions. A curiosity among curiosities,
Butrint's powers of suggestion are, nonetheless, formidable.
Although
we may never succeed in tracing Butrint's origins to the door of any
particular game or guild, his appearance in today's world opens many
speculative "gates". As a core sample of 5th Century, Byzantine
civilization, he survives regardless of whatever strengths or weaknesses
we may project upon him. Too portly not to be concealing a secret of
some kind, it seems wise to approach him with forensic caution.
He
could be Sleeping Beauty, or Dr. Frankenstein's creature. He may be
neither. He may be both at once. In any case, while Butrint lies folded
in the cloth of 21st Century scholarship, the difficulties he poses
to appraisers have already produced tell tale signs of frustration.
Butrint is a "difficult" child - a "bete noire"
and a "tarbaby" all rolled into a single compact package.
As a result, he (or she) remains less than upraised, or even much praised.
A potential "king couchant", while some attempt to put words
in his mouth, others insist he has no vital truths to speak.
So,
within this cauldron of opinion, controversy bubbles, boils and cannibalizes
its subject, producing a broth of tantalizing hypotheses, some of which
simmer over Butrint's relevance to board game evolution. These inquiries,
including debates regarding the artifact's true iconic status, have
generally resulted in series of collapsed soufflés. With the
scent of old poison hovering about Byzantium's royal kitchens, skeptics
cannot rule out the possibility of foul play. If there happens to be
something rotten
in the modern state of postscript analysis, it may well be that Byzantium's
fermenting political and religious climate helped create resilient strains
of bacterial misconception. Carrying over from traditions cultivated
during earlier times, these often manifest on today's printed page as
a form of iatrogenic disorder. As was the case during Butrint's time,
while searching for the "hair of the dog" that has apparently
bitten so many good doctors, the most popular place to search for exotic
cures, clever canines and healing icons was Alexandria,
Egypt.
None
too solid flesh
Lacking
meat and marrow of a firm comparative basis, Butrint could be anything
or "nothing" at all. Miniature king, facile impostor, or even
a finial from an old four-poster, his enigma plays upon themes of stumbling
block and African friction
pawn. Although attempts to engage him furnish mixed results, in
the final analysis, only Butrint knows his yesterdays.
His
tomorrows? The prospect that Butrint's heirloom appearances played a
hand in the iconographies of future kings is both palpable and plausible.
Within this context, as icon, gamesman, or complete castoff, Butrint's
discursive grounds range beyond the specific concerns of board game
theorists. Even as many hands from as many different academic disciplines
attempt to grasp his mystery, narrow strategies aimed at luring Butrint
into a tight corner and a scarlet conclusion fail to satisfy public
appetite for details. If Butrint's unsolved mystery suggests that the
reach of various experts continues to exceed their grasp, it may well
be due to the reluctance of highly regarded professionals to thrust
a hand into boiling waters in order to retrieve their prize.

Awaiting
Fortinbras
"Find out the cause of this effect,
Or rather say, the cause of this defect,
For this effect defective comes by cause." (Hamlet, 2. 2)
Like the king's ghost in Shakespeare's Hamlet, once encountered, it
becomes impossible to overlook Butrint's incendiary nature. As much
the cause as he is the effect of transoceanic debates swelling about
him, Butrint stands poised against the bulkhead of historical opinion
threatening to puncture a tiny hole that may yet prove large enough
to send conventional wisdom bottomward. Presently serving as a rope
for purely academic tugs of war, the will to accommodate Butrint's entry
into the passenger list of legitimate board game artifacts underwrites
a call to review and correct a significant portion of the current bibliographical
and chronological record.
Among influential camps of board games scholars, this request is currently
considered nonnegotiable. Nor
is their retreat from Butrint's shadow necessary as long as specific
sets of issues retain priority. In fact, given Butrint's majestic isolation
from any supportive evidence, the entire issue of an affinity for chess
is easily cut adrift.
Do
we leave him to flounder in the doldrums of conservative caution or
do we rescue him from his island and push on?
And
indeed, the hard facts of Butrint's solitaire reccommend we have few
ways of knowing his precise context unless an identical twin, or fair
likeness, should happen to appear over a providential horizon. Although
no ivory Fortinbras has arrived to rescue Butrint from exile, there
is unstated evidence and a case to be made that broaden and brighten
his future.
Butrint
in Limbo
"Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables." (Hamlet, 1. 2)
Suspended judgement over an object that exists in a state of suspended
animation remains close to the heart of Butrint's puzzle. More troublesome
still - despite how Butrint's standing posture announces him as the
sacred reflection of any possible number and kind of religious relic,
the idea of cross identification of his iconic profile with other coherent
sets of iconic protocols appears not to have troubled the minds of most
debators.
With
the topic bredth set to "narrow", information detailing possible
location, castes of actual designers, craftspersons and historical background
responsible for this or any other "Butrint" have cast him
as the "Thin Man".
In
response to Butrint's "bad background" , I think it is fair
to assume that his identification is made all the more onerous due to
the historical implications that arise with a concurrent examination
of an intensely politicized and propagandized Western moment in the
"history of history". Turned from a lathe of Imperial Rome,
Butrint exposes Roman propaganda and an Egyptian heart. With great comedy
and tragedy in the making, "the great problems of identification"
appear to have been self-inflicted.
A
bona fide resident of academic limbo, disassociation, anachronism and
anonymity may baste Butrint in dysfunction and yet, because he bears
some distinguishing marks of kingship upon his person, it may be ill
advised to consider his royal goose "well done". As Aristotle
might add, the man without a polis is easily sacked and yet, there are
times when we must ask ourselves how and why moments arise when the
deed can be accomplished with such extravagant ease. To ask what little
he can from the situation, Butrint requests that we weigh our judgement
of him with deeper penetration and wider perspective.
Sampling
the tendencies of Byzantine iconographers to add old spice to new dishes
invokes a serious caution with this meal and modern connoisseurs should
be particularly careful at whose banquet and upon what bones they choose
to dine. Tables, rotisseries and bow lathes may turn quickly or slowly,
but can we doubt that those who grill Butrint on Friday might not find
themselves trading places with him on Sunday?
TO
BE CONTINUED...