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Some folks in Cleveland, TN have commissioned a portrait of the town’s namesake, Revolutionary War hero Benjamin Cleveland of North Carolina. Don Troiani will be doing the painting. The 300-lb. Cleveland commanded the Wilkes County militia at King’s Mountain and persecuted backcountry Tories with a zeal bordering on fanaticism. As far as I know, there aren’t any contemporary likenesses of him, so this will be the first attempt at an accurate depiction.
My favorite anecdote about Benjamin Cleveland involves the capture of two horse thieves. Cleveland hanged one and then offered the other a choice—he could either join his partner at the end of a rope or take a case knife, cut off his own ears, and never show his face in that neck of the woods again. The guy took the knife, sharpened it on a brick, gritted his teeth, and set to work. To quote the Joker in The Dark Knight, “Even to a guy like me, that’s cold.”
Speaking of the Carolinas, renowned Palmetto State historian Walter Edgar is retiring. He’s a guy who takes public history as seriously as he takes scholarship, so here’s hoping he keeps writing and speaking.
The Tipsy Historian opened up with a Veterans Day salvo, arguing that modern-day Civil War art sanitizes the brutal reality of combat and distorts our view of the past. He also compares these images unfavorably with wartime illustrations of battle:
There were of course contemporary artist renderings of Civil War fighting, most from journalists and troops who witnessed fighting. This art, while certainly not as refined as Mr. Troiani’s, pulled no punches when it came to showing destruction and death. You may be sure these depictions weren’t getting slapped up on the walls of private homes.
I’m not sure I agree with this. There were a lot of people churning out battle pictures during and after the war, and many weren’t hardened eyewitnesses. In my former capacity as an assistant curator, I looked at a lot of these prints and illustrations, and none were particularly explicit or accurate. Take a look at this Kurz and Allison print of the storming of Ft. Wagner. It dates from twenty-five years after the war, but the overall feel is similar to a lot of earlier material:
Personally, I think images like this one pull quite a few punches indeed. There’s death, but it’s noble and remarkably clean. If anything, there’s less gritty realism here than in most Kunstler and Troiani prints, which do convey something of the dirt, smoke, exhaustion, and confusion of warfare. Of course, I’m not accounting for eyewitness sketches by people like Waud, but I think we can safely conclude that sanitized battle prints aren’t an exclusively modern phenomenon.
I also take issue with the idea that wartime images like these wouldn’t have been seen in private homes. I suspect that accounted for a large portion of sales by firms producing images like the one above. Anyway, the same blogger offers further thoughts on modern-day Civil War art here and here.
Over at Civil War Memory, Kevin Levin takes a shot at a rather mushy painting of Robert E. Lee. The sentimental depicitions of Confederate commanders that characterize many modern Civil War artworks bother him so much that one of his subsequent comments sounds almost like an apology: “I’ve admitted a few times that I own a number of prints by Don Troiani, which hang in my office. I consider them to be more on the line of investments considering that I have doubled my money.” Admitted? Geez, what’s to admit? It’s not like we’re talking about soft-core porn. Hey, we’re all history buffs around here, right?
I’d like to get a few historical prints myself, when I can spare the money. I’ve been drooling over Troiani’s King’s Mountain and Cowpens pieces for a while now, and eventually I’ll probably buckle under and shell out the cash. While I’m making out my wish list, I wouldn’t refuse one of the many Pickett’s Charge prints floating around out there; no history nut’s home is really complete without one. These images may not convey the total reality of warfare, but they remind me of places I love and subjects that fascinate me, and they’re a cut above dogs playing poker.