Whilst reading this stupid, stupid book, it became clear within the first few paragraphs that M. J. Harper must at some time have been dreadfully wronged by academe and borne a grudge ever since. I can only imagine that historians ran over his childhood pet, or that his father abandoned his family to become an etymologist. Whatever its cause, the deep and burning resentment this man feels is palpable. One could almost feel sorry for him if it wasn't for the overwhelming torrents of smug self-satisfaction that cascade from every page.
His argument is, of course, complete guff. It would take a book considerably longer than his to fully explain why every single point he makes is so wrong, although it mostly boils down to the matter of all the "bone-chilling evidence" that he chooses to ignore. I don't know, maybe to him engaging with the evidence would seem like sinking to the level of an academic, and anyway, why would you bother when you had such a prodigious talent for brazenly propounding twisted half-logic.
Of course, I would say all this. I'm a paid-up, (if junior), member of the "Anglo-Saxon studies mafia". I've been thoroughly brainwashed and now I'm cowering in some dark corner of my ivory tower, too terrified to confront the "common sense" of M. J. Harper, too blinkered to comprehend the dreadful truth and see my whole world come crumbling down about me. You see, that's how the likes of M. J. Harper operate. His argument works in basically the same way as a conspiracy theory. He cobbles together a series of "anomalies" in Anglo-Saxon history, often these are some of the most hotly debated, and well considered subjects in the whole field, although he always maintains that academics have never noticed them. He then completely denies, disregards, or misrepresents the serious academic response to these issues, and jumps to whatever fantastical conclusion he has already settled on. As is the case with any good conspiracy theory, anyone who voices dissent either has a vested interest in maintaining the lie, or is simply scared of the truth. So that's me taken care of, and he doesn't half like to gloat about it. M. J. Harper clearly thinks he has the most incredible mind, so much so, that at times his self-congratulatory tone becomes positively embarrassing.
If you are really interested in Anglo-Saxon history, and are prepared to engage with the actual evidence, which is there, in spite of what M. J. Harper will tell you, then go to your nearest bookshop or library, pick up a book on the period, even a rubbish one, so long as it has footnotes and a bibliography, and follow the references. Yes, often we don't have all the answers, and there is little in the history of the period that isn't open to speculation, that's what it's all about, but wild and totally unsupported flights of fancy, based on a childish, bloody-minded determination to snub academics are not helpful. I suppose the most depressing thing is that, judging by some of the other reviews here, a lot of people are gullible enough to go along with Harper's insidious, 'Emperor's-new-clothes' style of demagoguery.
I realise the tone of this review is pretty confrontational, but to my mind, that is appropriate considering the shamelessly insulting attitude that M. J. Harper adopts towards anyone who might dare to challenge his piffle. His entire argument is based on defaming anyone with any understanding of the issues in question and caricaturing their views so that he can get away with saying anything he cares to dream up. That it comes in a smart edition, with so many positive testimonies gives the unfortunate impression that the book has some credibility. It doesn't.