So infamous is he that his name has become an adjective synonymous with evil. Just see what Merriam-Webster has to stay about being “Machiavellian”:
suggesting the principles of conduct laid down by Machiavelli; specifically : marked by cunning, duplicity, or bad faith
To be honest I never knew much about him – I’d heard of him and his book, but not much else. He lived in my mind vaguely in the same space as Sun Tzu and Zhuge Liang, and to a lesser extent political leaders like Mussolini, Mao Zedong, and Margaret Thatcher.
But watching this documentary gave me better appreciation for the man and his thoughts on politics and power.
It was the parts about his life, though, that really made me go: really?
You see, I always thought that Machiavelli was the right-hand man for the political leader(s) of his time and that he probably died as a martyr or as a grey-haired political advisor. I never separated Machiavelli the man vs. Machiavelli the myth.
I always imagined him executed as part of a coup or something; which, come to think of it, would have been more romantic, no?
I had not realised that he was relatively young (~43) when he was deprived of his rather lofty official position due to transitions of power in Florence at that time.
It was only after that, as part of failed attempts to get back into officialdom that he wrote The Prince, which was his way of trying to get noticed by the new leaders. Unfortunately for him, it didn’t work.
Eventually, he lived out the rest of his life writing plays. Plays. (Yes, plays.)
Part of my amazement also lay in the fact that he still had friends after writing The Prince.
Though the book was published only 5 years after his death, he’d shared it among friends soon after first writing it.
Just imagine a modern day Machiavelli writing a blog on how to seize and hold on to positions of power, saying
one who deceives will always find those who allow themselves to be deceived.
Who’d be friends with such a guy?
It also reminded me sometimes of my own literary voyages.
You know how sometimes you’d be in a really good mood and ready to take on the world. Just about anything you write about then will tend to be upbeat too (“Believe in yourself and you the world will be your oyster! They can hurt your body but they cannot hurt you!”)
But sometimes those days precede days where nothing goes right, and you’re in a life-is-awful-kittens-are-Satan mood.
Imagine the dissonance when someone who then reads my happy post gets all upbeat him- or herself, and then talks to me about it during one of these god-awful days, saying something akin to:
“I love how you can turn:
the good from bad;
the happy from sad;
the new from old;
and lead into gold!”
F*** off my eyes tell them.
And they have to wonder if the writer and me were one and the same.
Well, there is what I write; and then there’s me.
I love to read and write. Professionally, data science, technology, and sales ops are my thing. In my non-professional life, I aspire quite simply to be a good person, and encourage others to do the same. For those who care, I test as INFJ/INTJ (55/45?) in the MBTI.