Peter Parsons (b. 1936), Regius Chair of Greek at Oxford emeritus, has been an enthusiastic papyrologist since graduate school in the 1950s. This unlikely book is his popular presentation of the Oxyrhynchus Papyri, thousands of mostly Greek fragments discovered in the dump of Oxyrhynchus, the “City of the Sharp-Nosed Fish,” a now-leveled ancient town about hundred miles south of Cairo.
After an introduction to the discovery, excavation, and interpretation of the papyri, and a chapter devoted to Greeks in ancient Egypt, Parsons provides an outline of city life and describes the place of the emperor and the Romans in city affairs. Most of the book, however, cleverly treats mundane matters, the records of which ended up in the city’s landfill and were preserved (sometimes thirty feet deep) by the dry Egyptian climate: business contracts, legal paperwork, sympathy notes, handwriting exercises, magic spells. From these scraps, Parsons ventures shrewd guesses about medicine, religion, education, family relationships and the operation of bureaucracies.
My own favorite chapter discusses the annual inundation of the Nile, which annually deposited new soil on the fields and was the basis for Egypt’s reputation as the breadbasket of the ancient world. Parsons notes that while most ancient economies had two seasons, sowing and harvest, Egypt had a third, the season of inundation. This geographical bounty provided idiosyncratic records about dike building, grain shipment, tax levies, and even worship of the river.
Parsons is a fine writer, and he makes good use of his considerable learning, not only in deciphering and translating the documents but also in his ability to synthesize their contents for the general reader. There is little Parsons can do about the fragmentary nature of the Oxyrhynchus papyri; he can only make good use of what is available, and that rarely includes the ability to pull individuals from centuries of anonymous citizenry.
Nevertheless, he might have better pointed the differences between the people of Oxythynchus and ourselves. As Mary Beard noted in her review for TLS, the people of Oxyrhynchus “had coughs and colds, sore feet and blistered hands just as we do” but otherwise “lived in a world so different from ours as to call into question that superficial familiarity.” After all, how can moderns understand a city that probably had no latrines or people who worshiped a fish. (The book provides a fine illustration of a figurine showing a worshiper kneeling before a giant effigy of the city’s eponymous fish—with a nose better called droopy than sharp.) This book is well worth reading by anyone interested in the ancient world, but Oxyrhynchus was indeed a strange place, probably more foreign to the modern West than the most exotic spot in the world today.