Sunday, December 1, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Everyone in the army knew the extravagant antics of Marshal Murat, King of Naples and husband of Napoleon’s sister, who pranced about in front of the enemy waving a gold-tipped staff and issuing challenges to single combat. Everyone laughed, somewhat contemptuously perhaps, but they were glad enough when Murat’s squadrons went thundering against enemy cavalry, scattering them like feathers in a gale. Moreover, the rainbow-hued cavalry leader was always a yard or two in front of the foremost trooper, and to the men of the Grand Army that meant more than a dozen Neapolitan crowns and their attendant revenues.
R.F. Delderfield, in “Seven Men of Gascony” (via burgundianfifer)
Saturday, November 2, 2013
Murat charging in Austerlitz (Abel Gance, 1960)
"RAAAAAARGH- wait, everyone still behind me? Good! YAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
inebriatedpony asked: I can see why some of the southern Italian peoples after the Congress of Vienna started thinking they'd been screwed over with the return of ol' Ferdinand. yeesh.
When I read that I said to myself “At least Murat knew how to write, you old regime dumbasses!”
And not even Murat would slap women’s asses! At least not in public.
Ol’ Ferdinand and a fuckload of Austrians at Metternich’s beck and call. Oh joy. Bad shortcomings of the revolt of the Carbonari in 1820 notwithstanding, I’m glad Guglielmo Pepe at least made that attempt; it served Ferdi right.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Primadonna Dandy King, yeah
All I ever wanted was a throne
I can’t help that I need it all
The maréchal life, the rise and fall
Napoleon says I’m kind of difficult
But it’s always Davout’s fault
Got Naples round my finger, babe
You can count on me to misbehave
Primadonna Dandy King,
Would you do anything for me?
Buy a big diamond crown for me?
Would you depose Ferdinand for me?
Lead a charge at Eylau right now baby.
Beauty King on a Gros painting
Living life like I’m in a campaign
I know I’ve got a big ego
I really don’t know why people think I dress ridiculous, though
But I’m fab to the core, core, core
Leopard shabraque used to roar, roar, roar
When you give, I want more, more, more
I want to be adored
[the chorus again]
Primadonna Dandy King
Fill the void with designer uniforms
Take a picture, I’m with the hussars
Got my title ‘cause I’m a relative
Not because I’m really that deserving of it
Looking more glamorous than Ney,
In the lime light I want to stay,
I know I’ve got a big ego
I really don’t know why people think I dress ridiculous, though.
Going up, going down, down, down
Makes treaty with the Austrians to keep the crown, crown, crown
When I rose a rebellion up, up, up
They shot me down
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Friday, October 18, 2013
Murat as the Grand Duke of Berg & uniform details by Marcello Grimaldi
Sunday, October 13, 2013
mooooorning in paris the city awakes to the unbuttoned shirt of muraaaat
Slept poorly got up at five got dressed gone to the Holy Mass with Leopold and at seven gone to the Villa killed 22 larks and 7 quails come back at noon got changed been a bit in conversation had lunch rested until I talked a little with L. [Lucia Migliaccio, Duchess of Floridia] and then taken the Holy Benediction spoken with the secretaries come telegraphic report that having been by sentence of the military committee shot Murat on the 13th made the Council that gave [unreadable words] and to bed before eleven. Wonderful tramontane weather and very hot.
Entry for 14 October 1815, from the diary Ferdinand IV of Bourbon, King of Naples. I tried to keep the faltering grammar and lack of punctuation adequate to the original text.
Full-length shot of the frankly stunning statue of Murat on the facade of the Royal Palace in Naples.
"Bitch please, I’m fabulous."
Murat before the firing squad, in an explicative plate by Friedrich Campe.