Vatopedi Monastery, founded in the late 10th century, is the second oldest monastery on Mt Athos but the Holy Mountain’s biggest and richest. I spent a week here in September 2022 as part of a team organised by the Friends of Mt Athos clearing the ancient footpaths between the monasteries which tend to get quickly overgrown. It was a unique opportunity to take part in the life of a monastic community, experiencing its routines, observing its rhythms and participating in its services.
I may well do a post just on Vatopedi, but here I want to focus on a particular experience. Before I went to the monastery I expressed an interest in meeting with any of the monks who were responsible for bookbinding. This has been an interest of mine since I retired a few years ago and in lockdown I developed a particular interest in making models of ancient and medieval codices. Codices were mainly written on vellum, bound in wooden boards and, before the invention of printing in the fifteenth century, were the form that books took from late antiquity into the medieval period.
Before the appearance of universities, bookbinding was often a monastic pursuit as they needed to protect and preserve the books they used for prayer and study. Through the experience of making codices I realised how meditative and relaxing a practice it can be, requiring concentration and focused attention to the exclusion of other concerns and cares. One slip can undo hours of work. I thought this trip would be a good opportunity to investigate how monks today engage with it.
One day after 4.30pm vespers followed by trapeza (dinner) at 5.30pm, I was introduced by our main contact at Vatopedi, Fr M——– [I am using the traditional way of protecting monks’ identity by using just the initial letter of their monastic name] to Fr K——–. He was a tall monk, originally from France. Now about 80 years old, he had been at the monastery for 30 years. In the 1980s he lived a totally different life in London running a restaurant in Islington. At the age of 45 he was taken by a friend to a High Anglican Church to hear a particular preacher. ‘I suddenly saw the light”, he told me.
He sold up, went back to France and became Orthodox, though he did not explain how he made the decision to convert. He waited two years to become a monk because he was very attached to his collection of birds and did not want to give them up. Eventually the French Orthodox monastery he applied to join allowed him to bring his birds with him. After a few years he transferred to this monastery on the Holy Mountain.
I was curious about how he got into bookbinding. When he ran a restaurant he decided that he wanted to have properly bound wine lists. He found a binder to do it for him and became so interested in the process that he asked this binder to teach him how to bind books. When Fr K ——— came to Vatopedi in the early 1990s there was no binder as such. The last binder in the monastery who had served in this position for 20 years had died in 1959. There were though some young lay binders from Thessaloniki working here, but they had the radio on and fooled around so he got rid of them.
He does not deal with the monastery’s old books which are looked after by a separate monk, Fr F———–. Fr K———–‘s main task is to repair and maintain the liturgical books for services. He has a young Australian monk assisting him, Father T———, who is very good at gold tooling and lettering.
The bindery is well-equipped, with several small copy presses, a fine laying press and a late19th century floor nipping press. He has some interesting books on binding, principally in English, including Arthur Johnson’s two books on bookbinding and book repair (the so-called ‘red and blue books’), as well as Johnson’s masterwork, The Manual of Bookbinding. He has a good selection of tools for binding and tooling, including lead and brass type.
I am intrigued as to where he get his supplies from. Everything not grown on Mt Athos has to be brought in by boat and I can’t believe there are many specialist suppliers in Greece. It turns out he gets all his supplies, including leather and buckram for covering books, from Hewit’s, one of the UK’s main bookbinding suppliers.
We communicate in a mixture of English and French, then just in French as Fr K——– gets tired. I wonder how he manages communicating with the other monks: does he speak Greek? “Bah! Modern Greek? I speak Ancient Greek!” It reminds me that Fr F——— who is the keeper of the old books in the monastery also doesn’t speak Modern Greek (he’s from Brazil). and communicates via email with a Greek acquaintance of mine in Ancient Greek. Extraordinary that this language is still being used today in this way!
Fr K——– shows me a couple of old books in his collection. One is a copy of the Gospels and the Book of Revelation, published by the Greek Phoenix Printing Press in Venice in 1863:
The second is intriguing. It’s a service for St Vissarion printed in Moskhopoli in 1744. Moskhopoli (modern Voskopolë) is a village in south eastern Albania and in the eighteenth century was a centre of Greek culture with the only printing press in the Balkans outside of Constantinople. Or at least it was until in 1788 it was destroyed by Ali Pasha of Ioanina in retaliation for Moskhopoli’s support for the abortive. Russian-inspired Orlov Revolt against Ottoman rule.
Just before I leave, Fr K asks me a favour. He would like to be in touch with his old bookbinding tutor, Nick Collis Bird, the man whose binding of wines lists started Fr K—–‘s bookbinding journey all those years ago. I promise to try and track him down.
Back in England, I google Nick Collis Bird in an attempt to find his address. His bookbinding company still exists, but the original firm went out of business several years ago. The new owners bought the business at auction and never met the original owner.
I also contact various friends in bookbinding who might have come across him. Eventually I track him down to an area of south west England, and then more specifically to a particular town and finally to a street in that town. I write a letter explaining the situation and offering to put him in touch with Fr K————. No response. I try another track. He is on a forum for players of a particular musical instrument, so I write to the Moderator who turns out to be a friend of his and offers to pass a message on. Silence again.
Eventually I conclude that for whatever reason he does not want to be in touch with his old pupil, and I can’t force him to respond. Reluctantly I write to Fr K——– to inform him of the outcome of my research. No response.
No doubt he was as disappointed as I was.