Another book that I appreciate more for the all the background material than the story itself. I’m not much of a mystery genre person, but stories about ancient wherever, I do enjoy, if it seems especially well researched, as this one does.
I should add I did enjoy the play of modern with the ancient -- very fun, and a reminder that while technology changes, people not so much.
Quotes that caught my eye
He decided upon a tour of Greece, to see those things which, through their fame and reputation, had been magnified by hearsay…
He travelled across Thessaly to Delphi, the celebrated oracle. Then he went to the Temple of Zeus Trophonius and saw the mouth of the cave which those who consult the oracle enter …
Then to Athens, also renowned for its hoary antiquity, but still with many sights to see …
He preceded to Corinth. The city was then a splendid one … The Acropolis set on an immense height, girdled with walls and flowering with springs …
Then to Olympia. Here he saw many sights, but what touched him profoundly was the Zeus – he felt he beheld the god in person.
Livy, on Aemilius Paulus taking recreation in 167 BCE.
We had daughters. We loved them, but were under no illusions. I won’t say I regarded girls as hell-raisers – but I was braced for future confrontations. (9)
This was a fad of our time. We had safe roads, free passage on the seas, a common currency throughout the empire, and tracts of fascinating conquered territory. Inevitably, our citizens became tourists. All Romans – all those who could afford it – believed in a life of leisure. Some rich idlers set off from Italy for five years at a time. As these culture-cravers crowded into the ancient places of the world, toting their guidebooks, histories, shopping lists, and itineraries, a travel industry had evolved to cash in.
I had heard leisure travel was sordid. Still, people speak badly of all successful businesses. (9-10)
…and I knew people stink. Bereavement does not improve anybody’s morals. It just gives them more excuses to slam doors in the faces of more ethical people. (16)
There are lots of truly wonderful things you can see and hear a bout in Greece, but there is a unique divinity of disposition about the games at Olympia… Pausanias, Guide to Greece (35)
I take my duties as the lad male in a party seriously: these duties are, to rebuff lechers, to outmanoeuvre purse thieves, to wander off at unexpected moments, and when everyone else is at breading point to exclaim very brightly, ‘Well, isn’t this fun?’ (37)
‘You have to be a Greek,’ put in Gaius. ‘To compete at the Games.’
‘Not any more!’ scoffed Cornelius. ‘Romans rule the world!’
‘We rule with a benign sceptre, tolerating local customs.’
As their uncle, it was my duty to teach them politic. The Greeks no longer held a monopoly on democratic thought and I kept my ears peeled at the baths; I had heard the modern theories. The lads stared at me, things I had gone soft. (39-40)
Our awkwardness could only get worse. We were now in the cradle of democracy, which we had seized for ourselves a couple of centuries ago. Nowhere in the Empire did Romans feel so out of place as in Greece. Imposing democracy on a country that in fact already possessed it raised a few questions. Bludgeoning the originators of the world’s great ideas (and blatantly stealing the ideas) did not make us proud. We were bound to spend a lot of time being lofty, during this trip. It was our only defence. (41)
Every seasoned traveller will tell you: always reach your day’s destination while it is still light. Listen to this advice. (43)
… on it would be placed simple wreaths of wild olive, the only prizes awarded here. Of course Olympic winners would be received back h9ome with mass adulation, a pension in vast vats of olive oil, seaside villas, and lifetime permission to bore the populace with sporting stories…. (47)
Young Claucus inspected the curious starting blocks. ‘You curl the toes of your front foot in these grooves and wait for the signal. There’s a trip-rope system to deter false starts. If a runner takes off too soon, before the judges loosen it, he’ll knock the rope down. He
Then he went out to hang around the many shrines in the Altis, hoping for a sacrifice in process. Even when the hundred oxen were slaughtered at the Games, only the legs, tails and guts were carried up the stops on the altar of Zeus. The body steaks were used to feed the crowd. (87)
‘All the current champions will have gone on the circuit,’ Glaucus reminded me.
‘How many games on the Circuit, Glaucus?’
He grinned. ‘Well, the big four are the Pan-Hellenics: Olympia, Delphi, Nemea and the Isthmus, which don’t happen every year. The Panathenaic in Athens in annual. Add in all the other cities – well, you are looking at bout fifty, Falco.’
Somewhere in the Altis an owl hooted. My stomach emitted a lugubrious glug. I sat still, using the time before my next bout of suffering to think. Diarrhoea can be the informer’s friend. (88)
‘Oh, I can’t show the file to you, Falco. Security.’ This probably meant the governor had given vent to his feelings too rudely – or more likely Aquillius knew the scroll and been put in their dead archive and re-used for packaging souvenirs the governor was sending home. (119)
Gaius had no idea that one of his uncles had been eaten by an arena lion when he offended local sensibilities whilst accompanying me on a mission overseas. (To be truthful, we did not e3ntirely abandon Famia. We cremated the few pieces of him that survived the gnawing, and took the ashes back to Rome.) (122)
Overcome, Cleonyma leaned her head on Minucia’s shoulder; about four pounds of Indian pearls lurched sideways on her flat chest. A fully rounded perfume of rose petals and jasmine on one lady clashed waft for waft with a headier essence of Arabian balsam. After a moment of comfort in a mingled aroma cloud, Cleonyma sat up again; her pearls strands clacked and tumbled straight once more. The women’s two scents uncoiled and slid dangerously against e3ach other like towering clouds moving one way while a second raft of weather moves in the opposite direction underneath. Just like a coming coastal storm, it left us restless and unsettled. Minucia even mopped her forehead, though that could have been the drink overheating her. (133-34)
Albia had perched on a plasterer’s trestle, to watch Glaucus doing weight training. Apart from one of the smallest loincloths I had ever seen, he was naked. Albia gestured to him and exclaimed, ‘the beautiful boy!’ This was a phrase she had picked up from the pederasts at Olympia, who had it painted on vases they gave to young lovers. How pleasing to see travel had had an educational effect. And how nerve-racking, the way Albia gazed at him… (157)
He was mortified at being outwitted by some crone in a straw hat. I assured him the Corinthian drinks scam probably went back centuries. ‘You won’t be the first sweet-natured innocent who fell for it.’ (165)
‘So Cornelius and I think you should go up the acropolis here and talk to her.’
‘Well that’s it.’ I banged my spoon down on the table. ‘This is the last time you two are let out on your own. As a consequence of today’s ridiculous jaunt, I too am supposed to tire myself out and get heatstroke, in order to have some batty conversation with a gnarled old Greek granny who cheats little boys of their pocket money and calls it a public service.’
Nobody spoke for a few moments.
‘You could take a donkey,’ Helena suggested sweetly. After a second she added, ‘I’ll give you some pocket money, darling, so the sorceress can cheat you out of it.’ (165-66)
Local government upsets me: old men making wrong decisions to protect their own trade interests. (228)
‘She speaks, though it is meaningless.’
‘Typical woman!’
‘Bastard. The priests write it down, then they translate the gibberish into words – though they leave you to interpret for yourself what is meant. Typical men.’ (232)
‘We are trying to get hold of the governor. He should sort this problem out for us.’
‘Do you and Phineus know the governor, Polystratus?’ Nothing would surprise me.
‘Oh, you are supposed to be the man with heavy contracts, Falco! Do you know the governor?’
‘No,’ I said sadly. I left it for a beat. ‘I only know the Emperor.’ (283)
‘Athens,’ declared Aulus, working his brain into use, ‘is absolutely full of pedagogues, all specialists. You can choose any branch of philosophy: Pythagorean, Peripatetic, Cynic, Stoic, or orphic.’
‘Avoid all of them. We are Romans. We despise thought.’ (302)
There were more hills whose scenery, since we had no option, we doggedly admired. (316)
Why are drunks so unpleasantly self-righteous? And foreign ones hideously worse? (327)
Low tables had been set before the couches. Now waiters laid these with tempting starters. They brought baskets of bread to us, both brown barley rolls with a nutty taste, and soft white wheat loaves, luxurious but lander. The first course dishes of dainties followed in procession: savoury prawns, tiny roast birds, snails, crispy battered squid, mixed olive relish to eat on the bread with its oil dripping down our chins, almonds and walnuts, sweetbreads, herbed cabbage in honey vinegar. Unidentifiable things in hot pastry sat on the dish longest, but as the service was leisurely, even they went in time. (347)