22/12/2025
This is a book that wants to organise time.
Printed in Venice in 1481 by Erhard Ratdolt, the Fasciculus temporum was conceived as a universal chronicle, but also as a visual instrument. History here is not told through narrative flow, but through alignment: lines, columns, diagrams, genealogies. Time is laid out horizontally, as if it could be grasped, memorised, stabilised.
The copy preserved in Bergen makes visible how unstable that ambition always was.
The volume is bound in recycled parchment, fragments taken from a medieval breviary already worn by liturgical use. Pages that once structured sacred time, the repetition of saints’ days and prayers, are folded around a book that attempts to contain the time of the world. Old devotional rhythms are not discarded, but repurposed, pressed into the service of a new temporal technology. Time, like Advent, always repeats itself, and technology is always there, counting, hovering, threatening.
Inside, the margins are dense with marks. Manicules point insistently to certain passages. Underlinings gather attention. The note “sodoma gomorra” appears as a thematic marker rather than a quotation. It functions as a reader’s alarm system, a way of flagging moral collapse within the long flow of history. Or perhaps as a forbidden sign of recognition. After all, it takes one to know one. Other annotations guide the eye to birth dates of authors, to moments of origin. History is read here as emergence as much as decline. What matters is not only what happened, but when, and how beginnings can be located, named, remembered.
Then, on f. 64r, a sentence interrupts the chronicle almost gently:
Et impresores librorum multiplicantur in terra.
And the printers of books multiply on the earth.
This line registers a shift. The chronicle becomes aware of its own conditions of possibility. The medium marks itself inside the message. The multiplication of books is noted as an event within history, not outside it. Time is no longer only recorded; it is accelerated, duplicated, disseminated, already moving toward something like liquid modernity. Materially, the book carries further signs of instability. The first quire is loose. The binding bears a blind armorial stamp deliberately abraded, an ownership erased without fully disappearing. Even authority leaves residues when it tries to withdraw.
I am struck by how appropriate this feels for Advent, almost like a travelling concept. The provenance itself traces a slow itinerary: Bernard Quaritch in London, Helmut Tenner in Heidelberg, Harald Engebretsen, who purchased the book in 1974, and finally its donation to the University of Bergen Library in 2025, where it now forms part of the Bibliotheca Landaasiana.
Waiting, in this book, is not empty or silent. It is full of annotations, warnings, recalibrations. Time hesitates, folds back on itself, accumulates debris. Sacred pages are reused. Ownership is overwritten. History is held together provisionally.
This Fasciculus temporum teaches us how humans have tried, repeatedly, to make time legible, knowing that it would always resist being fully contained.
-- David Carrillo-Rangel is an archival researcher and PhD Fellow at the University of Bergen, whose work bridges medieval materiality, q***r theory, and digital culture. --