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professional trolls. Comedian Andy Kaufman used to challenge random women to box with him in the ring before pro wrestler Jerry Lawler put him in a neck brace. But all these modern performance artist boxers were preceded by an even stranger character, one who may have just been the first

professional boxing troll. Born in eighteen eighty seven, Arthur Craven liked to introduce himself as and this is the quote, the world's shortest haired poet, boxer, hotel rat, muleteer, snake Charmer, chauffeur, illuriphile gold prospector, grandson of the Queen's Chancellor, nephew of Oscar Wilde. Yeah, put that one on a tombstone. Oh and If you're wondering what an alluriphile is, it's someone who loves cats. Arthur grew up in Switzerland, but always

found life there to be a little too constricting. He traveled around Europe and became a boxer. He was always a big man and so the sport suited him, but even trading blows in the ring wasn't exciting enough for him. He liked to add a bit of theater to his matches by giving speeches on art, trash talking the other boxers, threatening suicide, firing a gun into the air, and throwing his briefcase at the audience. In other words, he liked to troll the crowd. It's like he only ever felt

alive if everyone in the room hated him. He took this to a new extreme once he arrived in Spain, where he arranged a match with world champion boxer Jack Johnson. Some claim the match was rigged from the start to earn both boxers a bunch of money, and others claimed that Arthur was just out of his depth. Either way, the match ultimately resulted in Arthur being knocked out in the sixth round. This caused such an uproar that the crowd rioted and Arthur had to escape out the side

of the venue. He fled to New York, where he seemed to step away from boxing, instead focusing on his performance art. He continued to troll, writing articles and making speeches where he insulted just about every other artist he could think of, whether they were a poet, painter, actor, or otherwise. He was even arrested once for exposing himself on stage again anything to get a rise out of people. But as much as Arthur seemed to like to antagonize his fellow human beings, he did have a soft spot

for the poet Mina Loy. She too had left Europe after being dissatisfied with life there, and although she didn't like Arthur when they first met, she soon fell for him. He had a passion for life and a fearlessness that endeared him to her. They decided to move to Mexico in late nineteen seventeen. As Arthur was always worried that one Allied country or another would try to draft him into the Great War, the boxer poet troll seemed to finally calm down, content to teach boxing lessons and pass

his days with Mina. They got married and soon she became pregnant with a daughter. But life in Mexico was hard, and the couple struggled to make ends meet. They heard that they could live more affordably in Buenos Aires, but they could only afford to buy passage there for Mina. So that's what they did, and in late nineteen eighteen, Arthur decided to go there ahead of her by traveling

with a friend in an old row boat. It's maybe not the best plan to try to sail the length of South America in such a small vessel, and maybe this was yet another one of Arthur's strange performance art stuff. It turned out to be his last two because after Mina wave goodbye to him on the dock, she never saw him again. Now, conventional wisdom would say that he drowned right, although there have been theories over the years that he was merely escaping responsibility and started a new

life elsewhere. If Mina believe this, she didn't hold it against him, though. Even after his disappearance, she claimed that her happiest years were the ones she spent with him.

She gave birth to their daughter the following year. In nineteen nineteen, Arthur left behind a curious legacy of trolling audiences with a body of work that mostly consisted of insulting diatribes against other artists, and as despicable as he could be at times, he set a bold example of living life to the fullest and refusing to bow to the expectations of others. He had no fear and endless curiosity.

For some of us, it's easy to lose focus. We use coping mechanisms to fight distractions, like keeping a strict work schedule, meditating, finding a quiet place to concentrate, or even locking our phones. But what do you do when it feels like nothing you try helps. Sometimes you have to go to extremes, like how in the nineteenth century one man used an unorthodox method to lay his procrastination habit bare. Victor had a problem, you see. To put

it simply, he was just too popular. Born in eighteen oh two to an upper class family, he had shown a special talent for words. At an early age, he became obsessed with romantic writers, devouring works about passion, beauty, and heroes with rich emotional lives. By eighteen seventeen, he'd written a poem for a French academy competition, which was so mature the judges refused to believe a fifteen year

old could have written it. By eighteen thirty one, twenty nine year old Victor's career was rising to new heights. He'd been working for the past few years as a novelist and a playwright, and was even starting to get some acclaim for it. In fact, the collection of poems that he published at the age of twenty was so well received the French king granted him a royal pension. With royal recognition came royal innovations, and soon Victor found

himself at the center of Paris high society. Every night was a party, or a ball, or a night at the opera. The evenings with no invitations, Victor amused himself by hosting nearly thirty guests for dinner, and most nights Victor would stay out late, roaming the streets of Paris, visiting bars and brothels. But as his social life soared, his writing suffered. The life of a writer has to be, in some respects a solitary one to crack poems or

pen novels any long stretches of uninterrupted time alone. As long as Victor was the life of the party, it would be the death of his career. So one day in eighteen teen thirty one, with a deadline for his latest novel, Looming, Victor took a new approach. He knew if he had the free will to leave his house and party, he would never stay home long enough to finish the book. So he made it so that he

could never leave. First, he purchased a large gray shawl. Next, he summoned a servant to his chambers and had them gather up all of his clothes, And then he had the servant take the clothes, lock them away, and hide the key from him. Now, when invitations to the palace or the opera came, Victor had to refuse. He literally had nothing to wear. He couldn't even leave to go to the bar lest he be arrested for public indecency. For months, Victor worked like this, wrapped in nothing but

the gray shawl. And perhaps it was the influence of that shawl that led Victor to start thinking about social inequality. He'd grown up rich and never gone cold or hungry, but every day in Paris people were forced to get by on not much more than his gray shawl, And as the months passed by with no clothes, a story took shape in Victor's mind, one about people at both ends of society, about a powerful archdeacon, a poor roma girl, and a physically disabled man hidden away from the rest

of the world in a Gothic tower. In eighteen thirty one, French literary hero Victor Hugo emerged from his close free cell with the manuscript for The Hunchback of Notre Dame, written almost entirely in the buff Throughout the rest of his career, Victor Hugo had a huge impact on French culture. He published more novels and got involved in politics, becoming a champion of social reforms like free education, universal suffrage,

and an end to the death penalty. After speaking out against Emperor Napoleon the Third's seizure of the French government, he went into exile for fifteen years on the Channel island of Guernsey, and it was during this time, over a period of nearly seventeen years, that Victor wrote his masterpiece, Les Miserab, a sweeping epic novel. The story follows rich and poor French people in a time of great social upheaval.

At the center is Jean Valjean, an ex convict who becomes a good man even as his past in the form of Inspector Javert, catches up to him. As far as we know, Victor Hugo never gave up his habit of writing sant's clothing, so it's more than likely that he spent a good chunk of those seventeen years wrapped up in his handy shawl. They say great work requires stripping away the distractions, and it seems in the case

of Victor Hugo, he took that quite literally. I hope you've enjoyed today's guided tour of the Cabinet of Curiosities. Subscribe for free on Apple Podcasts, or learn more about the show by visiting Curiosities podcast dot com. The show was created by me Aaron Mankey in partnership with how Stuff Works. I make another award winning show called Lore, which is a podcast, book series, and television show, and you can learn all about it over at the Worldoflore

dot com. And until next time, stay curious.