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An Open Letter to Ridley Scott

J.P. Williams
2 min readNov 22, 2023
Joseph Franz von Lobkowitz, portrait by August Friedrich Oelenhainz. Public domain. Source: Wikimedia Commons.

Joseph Franz von Lobkowitz was never Emperor of the French, King of Italy or Spain, Provisional Consul of the French Republic or even Protector of the Confederation of the Rhine. He never insisted on a trade blockade isolating the territories under his administration from the rest of Europe, launched numerous ill-conceived wars and invasions on distant fronts culminating in a massive loss at Waterloo and a serious dragging by one of the greatest writers ever to have lived, or suffered exile not once but twice to islands of increasing remoteness, the second of which proved the scene of his undoing by stomach cancer at the age of 51. Yet he was a good enough man, a patron of the arts to be exact, that Ludwig van Beethoven dedicated his third symphony to him. So where’s his movie starring Joaquin Phoenix?

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J.P. Williams

I usually write about the intersection of arts and ideas. Right now, mostly lighter, shorter pieces on whatever I feel like.