It Could Happen Here - CZM Book Club: "John Simnel's First Goshawk" by Tegan Moore
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Book Club, Book Club, Book Club, Book Club. Hello, and welcome to Cool Zone Media Book Club.
I'm your host or reader or the person who's talking to you right now. My name is Margaret
Kiljoy, and this is the only book club where you don't have to do the reading because I do it for
you. Sure, you might say to yourself, there's a lot of podcasts where people read fiction.
How is that different? And the difference is that this is called a book club.
So, it's a book club.
It's also a podcast.
It's weird how things can be more than one thing at the same time.
This week, I've got a short and, I think, a story you all will quite enjoy.
I guess I'm always reading you short stories. But this is on the shorter side of short stories.
It's a story called John Simnel's First Goshawk. It's written
by an author named Tegan Moore. It first was published in 2020 by the literary fantasy journal
Beneath Ceaseless Skies. And if you're thinking to yourself, John Simnel, I know all about John
Simnel, then you are thinking differently than I was when I read
the story. Because even though I read history books for a living, I don't know everything
about English history because I spent a lot of my life being like, well, I don't like them.
And that's the wrong medieval. Because I obviously am obsessed with medieval shit, but
not specifically an expert
in English history, even though I run a history podcast and have covered a ton of English things
on the show. There's just a lot of it, okay? There's a lot of ye olde sword times in Englandy.
And so I did a bunch of research about John Simnel, and I'm going to tell you about it.
But first, I'm going to tell you about the author. I'm going to tell you about Tegan Moore. Tegan is an aspirational farmer
living on 20 muddy acres about an hour outside of Seattle, Washington. She's been published in
magazines including Asimov Science Fiction, Tor.com, Clark's World, and others. She is a
dog agility instructor, can't not look at crustaceans, and has a biologically improbable
entirely separate second stomach for containing dumplings. Deegan's great. You should read more
of her stories. So the story is called John Simnel's First Goshawk. And the first time I read
it, I was like, yep, that's a name, and then didn't think about whether or not it had any historical significance.
And then after I picked it for this show, I was like, I should really Google this.
So I did. And I think that the story is enriched by just the slightest bit of background.
Last week on Cool People Who Did Cool Stuff, which if you're listening to this It Could
Happen Here feed, you should really check out the Cool People Who Did Cool Stuff feed,
which is where my history podcast is. Last week, I talked
about Joan of Arc and the hundred years war between France and England. And in that story,
Henry VI is sort of the main antagonist, even though he's a little kid. Henry VI didn't manage
to rule France in the end because a lady with a sword turned the tide of a hundred year war and slowly the French drove him out, putting a different asshole
named Charles VII on the French throne because you really can't win when you have a king.
But back in England, Henry VI kept ruling and then a ton of fuckery happened. And this is all like
the 1400s time or so. And the important thing is at the end of all this fuckery happened and this is all like 1400s time or so and the important thing is at the end
of all this fuckery a guy named henry the seventh came into power but the fuckery continued during
this fuckery just the academic word for complicated shit that i don't really feel like is worth explaining or understanding.
That's what fuckery means in this context.
Amidst this fuckery, a common-born boy named John Simnell
was groomed to become a pretender to the throne.
Basically, he looked like he could be related to this one royal
who was locked up in the Tower of England, Tower of London, whatever,
the prison for rich people.
And so some people who didn't want the current king set up this common-born kid, John, to be
the fake rightful heir of the throne when John was 10 years old. And so he became the figurehead
of a failed rebellion called the Yorkist rebellion. He was crowned in
Dublin as Edward VI. The reason he was crowned in Dublin, the Irish supported the Yorkist rebellion
because the Yorkist faction mostly just left Ireland alone. That was their plan for Ireland,
was like, I don't know. I guess we could call ourselves in charge, but just not actually do
anything. And the Irish people were like, yeah, yeah that sounds good we'd rather you left us the fuck alone a
lot of that throughout history wanting england to leave you alone anyway being a pretender to
the throne didn't go well for our young john but since he was all of 10 years old, he was spared. He wasn't executed when the whole rebellion
collapsed. And he was put to work in the king's court. First, he was like the roast spit turner,
you know, when they like kill a boar and then they have to like turn it on a spit. That was his job,
which is a step down from king. although morally it's probably a step up.
In the end, he ended up a falconer. That's your history lesson. Now here's the story.
John Simnel's First Goshawk by Tegan Moore. In the light of a single candle, the goshawk and I
regard each other. Sleep presses against our eyes, but we are both obstinate. The hawk
has run out of foul names to spit at me. He does not blink, so I try not to blink. The
sallow light is golden in his livid golden eye. One of us will break, and the other triumph.
Though in the muffled dark of my room, I wonder if I might instead go mad.
Or perhaps you're mad already, the goshawk suggests.
This is how you break a hawk.
Wait him out.
It's simple, but not easy.
Eventually he must sleep.
If the falconer is alert to see the moment his hawk concedes,
slips away to sleep despite his fear,
then the bird begins to be his. It is a game of
minds, not of dexterity, but strength. If the falconer sleeps, he simply begins the excruciating
wait again the next day. If the hawk sleeps, however, then the bird has lost forever.
forever. And this is how you break a boy. Tell him he is king. Simple, but not easy. You must watch him hawk-like to see how he slips beneath your lies. You must seem to believe it enough that
the boy believes too. You must crown him and put him at the front of an army. If you fail,
there is always another handsome hazel-eyed boy somewhere in the world.
Anyone might do.
If the boy believes that he is king, though,
and this is true whatever circumstances befall him,
however low he is brought,
he can never completely unbelieve.
I have toiled a lifetime at the hard labors of the lowborn,
so much longer than the time I spent as claimant to the throne of England,
designated by God in legitimate secession to take the crown back from Henry Tudor.
For only one short year was I misled,
one year which I, a small and frightened boy,
spent under the spell of my own belief.
One year in a lifetime of years.
Yet which of these returns to me, again and again?
I hold my hawks to the right.
The glove must be made to fit.
Most of the king's falconers hawk to their left.
I prefer the right.
My forearm there is hardened, scarred from years at the turnspit,
and smelted tough. It is an animal job, like an ass at a mill. I have heard that in some
great Flemish houses they turn the spit with dogs. I imagine the work is worse for a dog,
with the riches of slow-baked meat forever just beyond reach. Worse if they've once tasted it, and know they'll now have none.
The sky lightens, slow and patient as it bleeds into my room.
The paling dawn swims flecks of silver in my tired vision.
The goshawk and I have watched each other all the night.
He looks to me, and his head tilts, taking my measure.
He turns away. He's found me lacking.
Snub me, I say. I don't care. You weren't the first. His breast feathers puff in offense.
Few other falconers speak to their hawks. Certainly none have heard the hawk speak in response.
Or perhaps they are wiser than I and simply pretend they cannot hear.
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The shaping of a free mind into a tamed one is a fascinatingly predictable process.
You begin by stripping away.
Good comes only from the master's hand.
They receive nothing if it is not from you.
Dress your beast so finely that it is impractically, conspicuously plumed,
in clothing unfit for an innkeeper's boy.
If at home it eats pottage and barley bread,
then feed it roast mallard and stewed fruits from your own rich table.
Give promises like tidbits,
dreams like sugared almonds.
Next, you must test the quality of what you've captured.
Is the beast suited?
Hold it up to a trusted few for evaluation.
Once fattened and finely dressed,
if it is of any caliber, it will pass well enough.
Then you hone it.
Feed it by hand, gentle it,
teach it good French and a little Latin.
Show it courtly manners and how to believe it deserves more than it has.
Once the beast is trained, examine its skills at work.
Make the trials easy so that failure is not catastrophe.
Sit it beside you at dinner and bid it speak.
The dinners will grow grander, the guests wealthier,
its performances more complex.
It should be dutiful, but not slavish.
Proud, as befits the highborn, but also demonstrating
biddability and tact. Only after much practice are the long training creences shed, your creation
unhooded and loosed upon the greater stage. Even then, it will always wear thongs at its wrists.
If escaped, or even freed, is something tamed and trained in this way ever
its own sovereign? The master makes his mark not only on the body but the mind. He is always there,
silently governing, even if his touch is unseen. On the third day, the goshawk closes his eyes on
his perch. I let him sleep until supper, too aching
with exhaustion and relief to sleep myself. Then I wake him to celebrate by carrying him out to the
sunny grass beyond the mews. I bring him a haunch of rabbit. He examines the meat with one eye and
turns his head away. You'll have to trust me eventually, I say. Oh, I, says the goshawk, voice rough and listless,
and you'll trust me too, I wager. He lifts one leg, tugging the jesses in my fist.
A man's words from the mouth of a bird. I am mad with the lack of sleep. The sunlight is so warm and tender. If I close my eyes here, I may sleep standing up.
All boys think they are important. All you have to do to win one's heart is to agree.
Father Simon told me I had been mislaid, a royal cuckoo in a sparrow's nest. This made my mother
a whore and my father a cuckold, but I did not consider the implications of the claim beyond its first greatest consequence.
The king does what he likes, after all, and who's to stop him?
Who's to judge?
I would do what I liked when I was king if I obeyed well enough.
Simon told other people other things about where I was come from and what my name was.
They were free to choose amongst their preferred truths.
I was not.
When I was called Duke of York, I believed I was the Duke of York.
When it became advantageous to be Earl of Warwick instead,
I was Warwick, wholeheart, and spoke warmly of my uncle Edward,
who had only days before been my father.
In Ireland, when I was King Edward VI, I believed that best of all. I was only 10 years old.
When I was captured and my false name stripped like layers of gilding, taken from me along with
the fine clothing, I was taught again what to perform.
After all these rehearsals, it was hard to take a role
which did not come with finery, horse to ride, the blessings of nobility.
I played it, though.
I put my heart behind contrition, bewilderment, innocence.
It didn't matter if the role was true.
I only needed to convince the court.
Treasonous nobles are beheaded. For treasonous commoners, oh, the death is so much worse.
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and we're kicking off our second season
digging into how Tex Elite has turned Silicon Valley into a playground for billionaires. From the chaotic
world of generative AI to the destruction of Google search, Better Offline is your unvarnished
and at times unhinged look at the underbelly of tech from an industry veteran with nothing to lose.
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in the field, and I'll be digging into why the products you love keep getting worse and naming
and shaming those responsible. Don't get me wrong, though. I love technology. I just hate the people
in charge and want them to get back to building things that actually do things to help real
people. I swear to God things can change if we're loud enough, so join me every week to understand
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On Thanksgiving Day, 1999, a five-year-old boy floated alone in the ocean.
He had lost his mother trying to reach Florida from
Cuba. He looked like a little angel. I mean, he looked so fresh. And his name, Elian Gonzalez,
will make headlines everywhere. Elian Gonzalez. Elian. Elian. Elian. Elian. Elian. Elian Gonzalez.
At the heart of the story is a young boy and the question of who he belongs with. His father in Cuba. Mr.
Gonzales wanted to go home and he wanted to take his son with him. Or his relatives in Miami.
Imagine that your mother died trying to get you to freedom. At the heart of it all is still this
painful family separation. Something that as a Cuban, I know all too well.
Listen to Chess Peace, the Elian Gonzalez story,
as part of the My Cultura podcast network,
available on the iHeartRadio app, Apple Podcasts,
or wherever you get your podcasts.
And we're back.
The hawking master comes to try the goshawk after I have had him a month at my side.
He makes his kill. He flies to fist.
The master offers a silver of cold mutton in exchange for the sparrow my hawk has taken.
The hawk raises his broad, barred wings in threat.
He hands the bird to me.
Bloody-minded, he says.
You've still work to do, Simnel.
Yes, sir, I say, wrapping the jesses around my fist.
If he won't man fully, there's no use keeping him.
Yes, sir, I repeat, obediently. Bloody-minded, the goshawk mutters, aggrieved once the hawking master is gone. He has slept. I have slept. There is no
reason I should still hear him speaking. Yet all this month, he has spoken. His words show him to
be, indeed, bloody-minded. I hide my smile. I fly the goshawk alone, far from the muse.
He is a blade through the sky, an arrow when he falls into his stoop.
Neither this hawk nor I were born into the service of the king. For me, that past life
was squalid and ignorant. The goshawks, though, was some other beast entirely.
He brings me a gory, jedi-eyed starling.
Its black feathers flecked with brilliance
remind me of Simon's priestly robes.
I let him keep it.
After my royal army's defeat at Stokefield,
I was imprisoned.
Not in the tower, but some nameless dark hole where
i might be ignored no not ignored there were rotten mouthed men there who paid me attention
i did not like i was not a prisoner of the tower like a nobleman but in squalor with common wretches
the death prescribed treasonous commoners is something small boys talk about,
wide-eyed, squeezing out every drop of sweet dread,
but only if they can't imagine playing any part in it.
It's less pleasant to dream of it if the dream might be your life.
Henry called me to him, and like any tamed thing,
I went willingly, though stupid with fear.
Even walking to my doom, I felt terror and pleasure
both, for I was not forgotten. Every boy likes to think they are important. The king forgave me and
sent me to turn the spit. I thanked God, though it was animal work. The rest I was allowed to do on my own, though I never suppose that I'm free.
The goshawk will eat from my hand.
He will return to fist and he does not bait, but he will not give up his kills.
Mine, he hisses at the hawking master.
Wicked man, useless man.
The hawking master does not hear him.
No other man seems to hear the hawk's voice,
or at least none will admit to it.
I have not the courage to ask.
Perhaps I am mad.
Perhaps the hawk is mad too.
He certainly comports himself like a madman.
The hawking master offers the hawk a whole dead pigeon for a scrawny, fledgling crow.
The hawk strides for the master's fingers
with his wrathful golden beak. Eat that yourself, he says. This one's mine.
He does not belong in the muse. His body, fierce but soft, his eyes, golden and terrible.
This closed-in place offends him, offends God's hand which made him.
He glares at me when I collect him the next morning and mutes in a great silver spurt of shit.
Goshawks are always the most trying, the hawking master says as we undo the goshawk's jesses.
I put two back to the forest before I kept one on my fist.
I will have another hawk in the springtime.
I am at liberty to try again.
We are all tamed by our circumstances.
None of us is free.
Or perhaps we are all exactly as free as we wish to be.
The hawk lifts from my fist,
from the glove that covers my turn-spit scars.
It is a good glove, well-fit to me,
and simple. The hawk makes one turn over our heads and drifts away into the sky.
I suppose he is his own goshawk now. And that's the end of the story. When I asked Tegan if there
was anything important for you all to know about this story,
she told me to say that she is the direct descendant of both the Goshawk and John Simnel and has shipped the two together. Well, rather history did because I don't see why Tegan would
have lied to me about being a direct descendant of a pretender to the throne and a bird.
I don't know. If you meet Tegan, you'd be like, yeah, that makes some sense.
I like this story for a lot of reasons. I like this story because it's simple and well-told,
and I like what the story talks about. And it's funny because it's like,
you know me, I like stories where the metaphor is fairly blunt. It's pretty easy to see the connections that are being drawn between a commoner who is tamed into believing that he could be king and a bird, a falcon or whatever, a goshawk.
falcon or whatever a goshawk and i like it because it points out the ways in which you know they're like oh once i'm king i'll be free and then you're like well you're still just you know you still
have other masters and like we basically it's like the act of being tamed is what undermines
your freedom or leaves you in the situation that whatever this story does a better job of explaining it than i could explain it and you know just to i really like the lines we are all tamed by our
circumstances none of us is free or perhaps we are all exactly as free as we wish to be
also i think it's telling that the goshawk that wants to be free has to be bloody minded
anyway
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It's not an acronym if it doesn't make a word.
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I should be done.
I'm done.
Goodbye.
See you next week.
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