Anathema: The Book Curse

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The presentation examined a medieval way of protecting manuscripts and books from thieves: the anathema, or the book curse. It discussed how these curses came about and included examples from a wide range of times and cultures as well as learn the anathema formula. Presented in 2020 during Lockdowns for the East Kingdom A& S series.

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