The Trusty Servant May 2015 No.119 | Page 3

NO.119 T H E T R U S T Y S E RVA N T Peter Partner John Nightingale (Fellow; D, 73-77) writes: Like the Cheshire cat, Peter Partner had a beatific smile that was hard to forget; his view of history was a dark one and he would regularly assure his children that life was nasty, brutish and short, only then to break into a glorious peal of laughter. Peter started his career as a journalist and spent most of it as an accidental schoolmaster, but he will be chiefly remembered as an important historian of medieval and Renaissance Rome. His early work, The Lands of St Peter, took a radically different approach to the papacy from that of the leading Cambridge medievalist, Walter Ullmann, and was published in the face of trenchant opposition from the latter. Whereas Ullmann’s papacy was a story of the ideas which came to shape papal ideology, Partner’s papacy was a product of local history; for him it was the actions in each Pope’s backyard that mattered and much of his work was a narrative of local wars and feuds combined with the murky minutiae of papal finance, building projects and the nepotistic ties that underpinned it all. He was a historian who did not shy away from detail (in 1990 he published The Pope’s Men, a detailed statistical analysis of the papal bureaucracy) but he knew how to generalise for a wider audience; his Renaissance Rome 1500-1559 (1976) vividly evoked the feel of the city which he had lived and breathed for much of his life. He was happy to range across the widest of canvases as in his 1982 study of the myths that were constructed around the Templars, The Murdered Magicians, and his 1999 history of Christianity, Two Thousand Years. He came from a family of publicans and policemen but it became clear from an early age that he would go in a different direction. As a schoolboy during the Blitz he would help his mother run the family cafe in Barnet but then set off on his bicycle to Charing Cross Road to buy books on Rome, only stopping on the way back to watch London burning. After war service on mine sweepers he went to Oxford to read law but quickly switched to history. His marriage to Leila May Fadil (niece of the historian Albert Hourani, the founder of Middle East Studies in the UK) opened his eyes to contemporary politics in the Middle East and he was soon combining his historical research with work as a journalist for The Observer in Rome and the Middle East. His leading article on the Arab nations in early September 1956 presciently described how any attempt by the West to humiliate Nasser would turn the tide of sympathy for Egypt, carrying all Arab governments with it, and his reporting helped shape the paper’s stance on the Suez crisis, culminating in its famous condemnation of Eden. Throughout his career he alternated writing about Christianity and Rome with 3 works on the Middle East and his books included A Short Political Guide to the Arab World, published in 1960, and Arab Voices, the BBC Arabic Service 1938-88, published to mark its first 50 years. One of his last books, God of Battles (1997) traced the shared experience of holy war in Judaism, Christianity and Islam. His intent was to attack the contrasts drawn between the West and Islam with all their attendant simplifications and prejudices. Although he was writing before the watershed events of 2001, his underlying thesis that extremist movements in modern Islam are far from all-pervading and should be traced to the political and economic contexts of the twentieth century (not least a feeling of hopeless exclusion from the economic gains of the post-war era) remains as relevant as ever. A term as a temporary don at Win Coll in 1955 led to him staying here for thirty years. At first his snappy Italian suits and ties marked him out in a world where tweed jackets with leather patches were de rigueur, but as time went on it was his academic work that gained him the respect of colleagues and pupils. That he was able to continue the tradition of scholar-schoolteacher when it was marginalized elsewhere was all the more striking in that he hardly excelled in many of the attributes expected of schoolmasters. Indeed his ten years as Housemaster of Kenny’s, which colleagues quickly renamed Liberty Hall, could be seen as an experiment in what could happen in a vacuum of authority, though it was one that oddly confounded expectations. He tapped away unceasingly