"Imaginem Que" is a brilliant book that not only traces the origins of Western civilization rooted in ancient Greece but also the connections between that civilization and the modern world. Heller goes further and proposes that the first modern European republic was born in 17th-century Holland, a daughter of the classical utopian republics, and thus transferred to the American continent - which is not entirely absurd - and this first proposal nourishes the entire book.
However, if it were just this (and it was already not little), I would not have been dazzled by this reading, which is an extraordinary collage whose objective (its second proposal) is to prove that all of History is pure fallacy.
To this end, the narrator constantly jumps between eras and analogous events. For example, when Sócrates was 65 and Platão was 24, Athens was blockaded by ships financed by Persia and commanded by Spartans. On land, the city was again besieged. The population gathered again inside the walls at the end of a war that had begun 27 years earlier. Similarly, when Rembrandt was 47 and painting his Aristóteles, the coasts of Holland were blockaded by the English, who, with the experience of their struggles against the Dutch, had learned to build larger warships capable of transporting heavier armament. They also realized that there was more money in trade than in agriculture and cattle ranching, just as the Dutch had learned from the Portuguese.
Using Rembrandt's painting "Aristóteles Contemplando o Busto de Homero" as the germ for this reflection, the author weaves powerful correlations that intertwine the painter's biography and the lives of the portrayed in a mixture of art, philosophy, politics, and culture. For instance, when the Dutch expelled the Portuguese from the Moluccas in the Indian Ocean and established their global monopoly on cloves and nutmeg, Rembrandt, who was nine years old, enrolled in a Latin school. Shakespeare died. In 1617, Rembrandt celebrated his 11th birthday and Snellius developed the technique of trigonometric triangulation for cartography, using the North Star to measure the latitudes of the Dutch cities of Alkmaar and Bergen-op-Zoom. In the eighth year of the Twelve Years' Truce, the Dutch joined the English to send warships to Venice to help it fight against the Habsburgs of Austria. Rembrandt finished his Latin school course two years before the war with Spain was resumed, two years after William Harvey, of St. Bartholomew's Hospital in London, had first announced his discovery of the circulation of the blood, while the first black slaves arrived in the English colony of Virginia, precisely twelve years after the founding of Jamestown.
The power of "Imaginem Que" lies in a narrative force very close to fabulation, where the stories, like Russian dolls, fit into each other. The narrative thread is unwound by the narrator in the style of "One Thousand and One Nights," with unparalleled mastery, capable of leaving the reader (who always knows the outcome of the story unless he knows nothing about History) in suspense and, above all, in "check" because he is constantly reminded that his reality is a long sequence of coincidences that, like the chaos theory, bring us to the present moment.
For example, in 432 BC, Pericles decreed a law that prohibited the ships of Megara from entering the ports of the Athenian empire. This helped lead to war. It also led to that long series of events in which Athens was defeated; the empire was destroyed; democracy was prohibited and then restored; Sócrates and Asclépio were tried, considered guilty, and executed; Platão wrote his philosophies and inaugurated his school; Aristóteles arrived in Athens as a student and left as a fugitive, and later, during a different war, Rembrandt painted him in Amsterdam contemplating a bust of Homero that was only a copy, and as a result, as a conclusion of several centuries of risky voyages, in 1961, a real and verifiable fact, the Parke-Bernet Galleries made their triumphant passage from the intersection of Madison Avenue and 77th Street in the city now called New York to the Metropolitan Museum of Art on the corner of Fifth Avenue and 82nd Street, before John F. Kennedy was assassinated between the Korean War and the Vietnam War.
It is very clear to Heller that history repeats itself, that nothing is independent in the historical line, that there are no accidents, and that deviations from the course are rare because the conductors of destiny are always the same, yesterday as today, moved by the same interests and passions.
For example, in the second half of the 20th century, the antagonistic superpowers of capitalism and communism coexisted in a symbiotic balance of necessary evils and understood each other much better than either wanted to admit. The Soviet Union and the United States were enemies for seventy years, and the only two times they both went to war in this century was as allies against Germany. In both countries, as everywhere, the quality of government was generally very low. The leaders on both sides never seemed to hate each other as much as they hated the members of their own populations who disagreed with them, and, just like in ancient Athens, the smaller nations that tried to escape their domination. Each of the two governments would be defenseless without the threat of the other. It is impossible to imagine either nation functioning as smoothly without the terrible danger of annihilation by the other. However, it is easy to imagine the chaos that would arise in both with a sudden outbreak of peace. Peace on Earth would mean the end of civilization as we know it today.
From Homero, Sócrates, Platão, Aristóteles, Rembrandt, Philip II (our "I"), to Kennedy and Hitler, passing through philosophy, tragedy, the Thirty Years' War, colonialism, Wall Street, or the Metropolitan, "Imaginem Que" is a delicious work full of references and erudite crossings, in which the most relevant personalities of Western history have room to breathe, speak, and meditate on their times and ours.
Heller demystifies the aura of heroism that surrounds Western history, showing it to be bellicose, misogynistic, and cruel as it really is, but with moments of true inspiration and genius from which immortal works are born.
For example, Rembrandt's Aristóteles was exhibited in London in 1815, having miraculously survived the First Northern War, the Second Northern War, the War of Devolution, the War of the Grand Alliance, the War of the Spanish Succession, the War of the Polish Succession, the War of the Austrian Succession, the Seven Years' War, the First Silesian War, the Second Silesian War, the War of the Bavarian Succession, the Russo-Turkish War, the French Revolution, the Turco-Polish War, the Swedish-Danish War, the Swedish-Russian War, the Franco-Austro-Prussian War, the War of the First Coalition against France, the Franco-Dutch War, Napoleon's Italian campaign, the Anglo-Spanish War, Napoleon's Egyptian campaign, the War of the Second Coalition against France, the Irish Rebellion against England, the other Anglo-Spanish War, the Russo-Persian War, the War of the Third Coalition against France, the Franco-Prussian War, the Franco-Portuguese War, Napoleon's triumphant invasion of Russia and his disastrous retreat, the Congress of Vienna, and the Battle of Waterloo, emerging safely from these and other dangerous events and arriving, intact and safe, by paths and in ways that we do not know, in London.
Along the way, Heller applies doses of irony and biting sarcasm to more or less unknown historical events. For example, New Amsterdam surrendered, at the beginning of the Second Anglo-Dutch War, to a body of less than 200 Englishmen and was re-baptized with the name of New York. It was surrendered without a fight by the director-general of New Holland, Peter Stuyvesant, who surrendered Wall Street. Let someone now try to recover it without a fight. In totalitarian countries, like China and the Soviet Union, the public is lulled with decrees, strict regulations, police, and terror. In industrial democracies, it is lulled with contempt and favoritism.
And, in the end, her premise that History is fallacious cannot but be proven, and if so, it is not surprising that we take it for harmless. For example, the death of a person is not as important for the future as the literature about that same death. From History, nothing can be learned that can be applied, so don't be fooled thinking the opposite. - History is nonsense. - said Henry Ford. But Sócrates died. Platão does not say that he cried on that day. He would have been only twelve years old at the time of his "The Symposium" and so was not present to hear the affectionate tributes of Alcibiades to Sócrates, which he so eloquently describes. Rembrandt's painting of Aristóteles Contemplating the Bust of Homero may not be by Rembrandt but by a disciple so divinely endowed in learning the lessons of his master that he was never again able to do anything else and whose name, consequently, has been lost in obscurity. The bust of Homero that Aristóteles is shown contemplating is not of Homero. The man is not Aristóteles.