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30
May

Photo Friday: Culture Vultures

Dorina & Rachel at Il Vascello

It’s Photo Friday! Here at the eCool Compound we’ve been hanging with Rachel Donadio, writer and editor at the New York Times Book Review and former resident of Rome (Rachel is seen on the right side of this photo taken by Susan Sanders). We’re excited to announce that she’s agreed to be our guest blogger for today! So, here’s the word on Rome from Rachel:

Buon giorno a tutti! Whenever I’m back in Rome, I try to visit a particular trattoria I used to frequent when I lived in Monteverde, a quiet neighborhood on the Janiculum Hill. Much about the restaurant is non-descript, from the florescent lighting to the peculiar wall decor. But one thing definitely stands out: Dorina, the proprietor, hostess and all-around cultural dynamo who runs the place (see photo above - Dorina is on the left). A ferocious consumer of culture who talks at approximately 45 rpm, Dorina is as likely to recommend books and movies as she is the specialties of the house. In both, her taste runs toward her native Sardinia. Dorina is an ardent champion of Sardinian writers, who have been experiencing a mini-renaissance in recent years. This time around, she suggested three books, all of which have been well received in Italy:

Sardinia Blues by Flavio Soriga, a post-modern novel that looks at the island known to the outside world mostly for its rough landscape, ricotta products, kidnappings and vacation homes.

L’Uomo che vuole essere Peròn by Giovanni Maria Bellu, a novel with three narrative threads: one set among Sardinian immigrants to Argentina in the late 19th century, the others in contemporary Sardinia.

La Questua by Curzio Maltese, an investigation into what happens to the public money — now 1 billion Euros a year — that the Italian state gives the Catholic Church each year. Under the Italian Constitution of 1946, the state pledged to give otto per mille,” or 0.8 percent of personal income tax revenues, to the church. (In the 90s, the law was broadened to include the Jewish Community, Methodists, Seventh Day Adventists, Buddhists and others.) The book is based on Maltese’s articles in the center-left daily La Repubblica and remains on the Italian best-seller list.

The books sound intriguing, but I can’t say I’ve been doing much reading on my vacation. Mostly I’ve been busy eating, looking at art, catching up with friends, window shopping (thanks, lousy exchange rate!) and going to the movies. I recommend the two Italian films that just won prizes at Cannes: Gomorra, Matteo Garrone’s Altmanesque take on Roberto Saviano’s book about the Neapolitan Mafia, the Camorra; and Il Divo, Paolo Sorrentino’s Tarrantino-influenced portrait of Giulio Andreotti, the seven-time prime minister nicknamed “il divo Giulio,” or the divine Julius, for his Classical forbear and his ability to emerge unscathed from many of Italy’s darkest legal thickets.

The endless complexities of Italian politics — so much intrigue, so much stasis, so much corruption! — are enough to give anyone a permanent headache and an even worse heartache. The more I understand Italy, the more it unsettles and disarms me. Luckily, many things help take the edge off. For every political failure, for every over-crowded bus and irritable shop clerk, for every late train and poorly marked route, for every ill-lit painting in every mismanaged public musuem, for every heat spell and sudden rainstorm, I recommend, in equal parts: coffee, pistachio gelato, pizza bianca, fresh cantaloupe, aranciata amara, mozzarella di bufala, the smell of jasmine, the sound of seagulls, umbrella pines, bougainvillea, seventeenth-century sunsets. Not to mention: the Pantheon, the view from the Fontanone on the Janiculum, the Caravaggios in the church of San Luigi dei Francesi, the Via Giulia, and Bernini’s Apollo and Daphne, where the young god forever pursues his beloved even as her fingers sprout into bay leaves before our very eyes, as cinematic a sculpture as was ever made.

Italy is in many ways the opposite of America. Everything is impossible here — except for pleasure.

Alla prossima!

12
May

The Triumph of Caesar by Steven Saylor

Steven Saylor's New Novel, The Triumph of Caesar

For readers of Roman historical fiction, today brings the publication of Steven Saylor’s much-anticipated book, The Triumph of Caesar, the twelfth volume in his Roma Sub Rosa series.

Like the other 11 volumes, the Triumph of Caesar stars ancient investigator, Gordianus the Finder, who navigates through the complex political intrigue of first-century BC Rome in order to investigate rumors of a plot against the life of Julius Caesar.

Our sources at Amazon.com tell us that the already much-praised book places Gordianus at the epicenter of Cesarean politics in the years just before 44BC:

The Roman civil war has come to its conclusion – Pompey is dead, Egypt is firmly under the control of Cleopatra (with the help of Rome’s legions), and for the first time in many years Julius Caesar has returned to Rome itself. Appointed by the Senate as Dictator, the city abounds with rumors asserting that Caesar wishes to be made King – the first such that Rome has had in centuries. And that not all of his opposition has been crushed.

Gordianus, recently returned from Egypt with his wife Bethesda, is essentially retired from his previous profession of ‘Finder’ but even he cannot refuse the call of Calpurnia, Caesar’s wife. Troubled by dreams foretelling disaster and fearing a conspiracy against the life of Caesar, she had hired someone to investigate the rumors. But that person, a close friend of Gordianus, has just turned up dead – murdered — on her doorstep. With four successive Triumphs for Caesar’s military victories scheduled for the coming days, and Caesar more exposed to danger than ever before, Calpurnia wants Gordianus to uncover the truth behind the rumored conspiracies — to protect Caesar’s life, before it is too late. No fan of Caesar’s, Gordianus agrees to help – but only to find the murderer who killed his friend. But once an investigation is begun, there’s no controlling what it will turn up, who it will put in danger, and where it will end.

As has been the case with the whole of Saylor’s Roma Sub Rosa series, The Triumph of Caesar is winning great praise–and here at the eCool Compound we’re letting the dice fly in an effort to decide who gets to read it first!

Saylor on Writing Historical Fiction

While you’re waiting for your copy of The Triumph of Caesar to arrive from Amazon or elsewhere, we eCoolers suggest that you can satiate your thirst for all-things Steven Saylor in several other ways. Several months ago, Saylor, along with another celebrated writer of historical fiction, Steven Pressfield (among Pressfield’s works: Gates of Fire: An Epic Novel of the Battle of Thermopylae), took the stage at the Getty Villa in Malibu, CA, to discuss the art of writing historical fiction set in antiquity and the challenges of interpreting the classical past for modern audiences.

In their 84-minute discussion, Saylor and Pressfield revealed why they choose to set their novels in the ancient world, how they combine research and imagination to create stories that are both riveting and historically accurate, and why the ancient world continues to resonate deeply with today’s audiences. The discussion, which was made possible by an endowment from the Villa Council, is posted on the Getty website and you can watch it by clicking here.

The Triumph of Caesar Book Tour

Over the next few months, Saylor will making his own triumphal book procession–so make your way to one of these venues, hear him speak, and get a signed copy of The Triumph of Caesar.

Today, Tuesday 13 May at M is for Mystery in San Mateo, CA, Saylor launches The Triumph of Caesar with a book signing at 7pm. 86 East Third Avenue, 650-401-8077.

Wednesday 14 May at 7pm in Scottsdale, AZ. Steven will talk and sign books at The Poisoned Pen. 4014 N. Goldwater Blvd,. 480-947-2974.

On Saturday 17 May, Saylor will appear at 4:30pm on the Main Stage at the Kansas City Literary Festvial at Country Club Plaza in Kansas City, MO. Check the official schedule for any changes.

On Thursday 22 May in Portland, OR, Steven will talk to Friends of Mystery at the auditorium of Legacy Good Samaritan Hospital, 1040 NW 22nd Avenue (corner of NW 22nd and Marshall). Reception and annual book sale at 7:00pm; meeting begins at 7:30pm.

At Powell’s Books in Portland, OR on Friday 23 May where Steven will talk and sign books. 1005 W. Burnside, 800-878-7323.

On Wednesday 28 May in San Francisco, CA, Saylor will speak in the Latino B Room at the San Francisco Main Library (Civic Center) at 6:30pm. Copies of The Triumph of Caesar will be available for purchase.

In Berkeley, CA on Friday 30 May Steven will speak and sign books at Cody’s Books (the new downtown location) at 2201 Shattuck Avenue (at Allston Way). 7pm. 510-559-9500.

Click here for further appearances in San Francisco, Austin, and Lisbon in June and July.

22
Dec

This is Rome!

Miroslav Sasek's This is Rome

Almost half a century ago, Miroslav Sasek became celebrated for his This Is… series of books that introduced children to exotic locales worldwide.  A generation of world travelers was charmed by Sasek’s brilliant, vibrant illustrations, but then the books went out of print.

Universe Publishing to the rescue! Over the past few years, Universe has been releasing facsimile editions of classic series, allowing new generations to enjoy the wonderful illustrations.

Miroslav Sasek's This is Rome
Today, we celebrate his This is Rome book, first published in 1960 and re-released in 2006.  It’s a great gift for children and adults alike!  This is Rome traces the history of Roman civilization, bringing to life the Rome of the 60’s. Sasek navigates Rome’s busy, winding streets to visit such glorious historical landmarks as the sculptures by Michelangelo, Vatican City, the Pantheon, and the Fontana di Trevi.  Along the way, he showcases some of the eccentricities of modern Roman life, from its colorful trains, trams, and taxis to its chic espresso bars and pasta houses.

Miroslav Sasek's This is Rome

23
Nov

Photo Friday for Text & the City: A City of Words

Jenny Holzer in Rome

Photographer Susan Sanders has jumped on board our week-long celebration of the written word in Rome. Thus, on this Photo Friday, she offers us a vision of Rome as a city of words. The photograph above was taken in Summer 2007 when artist Jenny Holzer staged a series of textual projections in the Eternal City. Here, words slide across the Tiber River before creeping up its embankments and scaling the heights of Castel Sant’Angelo.

What if words were visible and tactile objects? What if we could see and feel all that is been spoken and expressed in a dense and crowded city like Rome? These questions remind us of a passage from Jeanette Winterson’s book, Sexing the Cherry, in which she describes a city in which words are more than sound-filled breaths of air that escape from our mouths:

The streets are badly lit and the distance from one side to the other no more than the span of my arms. The stone crumbles, the cobbles are uneven. The people who throng the streets shout at each other, their voices rising from the mass of heads and floating upwards towards the church spires and the great copper bells that clang the end of the day. Their words, rising up, form a thick cloud over the city, which every so often must be thoroughly cleansed of too much language. Men and women in balloons fly up from the main square and, armed with mops and scrubbing brushes, do battle with the canopy of words trapped under the sun.

The words resist erasure. The oldest and most stubborn form a thick crush of chattering rage. Cleaners have been bitten by words still quarrelling, and in one famous lawsuit a woman whose mop had been eaten and whose hand was badly mauled by a vicious row sought to bring the original antagonists to court. The men responsible made their defense on the grounds that the words no longer belonged to them. Years had passed. Was it their fault if the city had failed to deal with its overheads? The judge ruled against the plantiff but ordered the city to buy her a new mop. She was not satisfied, and was later found lining the chimneys of her accused with vitriol.

I once accompanied a cleaner in a balloon and was amazed to hear, as the sights of the city dropped away, a faint murmuring like bees. The murmuring grew louder and louder till it sounded like the clamoring of birds, then like the deafening noise of schoolchildren let out for the holidays. She pointed with her mop and I saw a vibrating mass of many colors appear before us. We could no longer speak to each other and be heard.

She aimed her mop at a particularly noisy bright red band of words who, from what I could make out, had escaped from a group of young men on their way home from a brothel. I could see from the set of my companion’s mouth that she found this particular job distasteful, but she persevered, and in a few moments all that remained was the fading pink of a few ghostly swear-words.

For more images of language made immortal by Jenny Holzer’s Rome projections, click here, here, here and here. And visit Susan Sanders’ photo blog to see more of her compelling views of Rome.

22
Nov

Text & the City: The Trajanic Inscription

The Forum of Trajan & Trajan's Column

As many readers are aware, we’re dedicating this week to an examination of Text & the Eternal City. From the Romantic writers who lived and died in Rome in the 18th and 19th centuries to contemporary novels that bring the ancient gods back to life, we’re reading Rome.

Thus, it seems only appropriate that we turn our attention today to the oldest form of public communication known in the Eternal City - the inscription. Wandering the streets of Rome, one sees them everywhere, from the SPQRs emblazoned on monuments city-wide to the more wordy inscriptions that commemorate great achievements of Roman Emperors. Among the most studied and best known of these inscriptions is that found on the base of the Column of Trajan, commemorating the Emperor’s achievements:

Inscription from the Column of Trajan

With abbreviations expanded, the inscription reads:

SENATUS POPULUSQUE ROMANUS
IMPERATORI CAESARI DIVI NERVAE FILIO NERVAE
TRAIANO AUGUSTO GERMANICO DACICO PONTIFICI
MAXIMO TRIBUNICIA POTESTATE XVII IMPERATORI VI CONSULI VI PATRI PATRIAE
AD DECLARANDUM QUANTAE ALTITUDINIS
MONS ET LOCUS TAN<TIS OPE>RIBUS SIT EGESTUS

Which translates to:

The Senate and People of Rome. To the Divine Emperor Caesar Nerva Trajan Augustus Germanicus Dacicus, son of Nerva, Pontifex Maximus, invested with the Tribunican Power for the 17th time, Consul for the 6th time, Father of the Fatherland, to testify, this place and tower of such height was carried out.

Reconstruction of the Forum of Trajan

The column below which this inscription is found is part of a large and splendid complex of buildings created by Trajan in the early second century AD. Comprising a public gathering space, a basilica or law court, Greek and Roman libraries, and (perhaps) a temple dedicated to Trajan after his death, this huge urban space was recognized as being among the most beautiful place in all of Rome. In fact, when the Roman Emperor Constantius II visited Rome for the first time in the year 357 AD (by that point in time Constantinople was the capital of the Roman Empire), the wonderment and awe he experienced when seeing the Forum of Trajan was recorded by the writer Ammianus Marcellinus:

But when he came to the Forum of Trajan, a creation which in my view has no like under the cope of heaven and which even the gods themselves must agree to admire, he stood transfixed with astonishment, surveying the giant fabric around him; its grandeur defies description and can never again be approached by mortal men.

Base of the Column of Trajan

Yet, despite the fame of the Forum of Trajan in antiquity, the inscription below the Column of Trajan is probably more celebrated by typographers of the 20th and 21st centuries, than it was by ancient Romans for it provides the best example of classic Roman letterforms and thereby has influenced the many serif fonts that we use today.

Among those who have studied the inscription and its impact on modern typography is Father Edward Catich - a 20th-century scholar at St. Ambrose University in Iowa - who used the inscription to reconstruct how the Romans made their capital letter shapes. In his hand-lettered book, The Trajan Inscription in Rome, he hypothesized that the letter forms first were sketched using a flat square-tipped brush, using only three or four quick strokes to form each letter, and that the characteristic variations in line thickness were formed by the changing cant of the brush. The letters then were cut in the stone by the same person (and not, Catich contended, separately by scribe and stone mason), the illusion of form being created by shadow.

The symmetry and balance of the Trajanic inscription convinced Catich that “the Trajan alphabet is the best Roman letter designed in the Western world, and the one which most nearly approaches an alphabetic ideal.” And, indeed, the inscription is often credited with being the inspiration for all subsequent Roman capital letter forms.

21
Nov

Text & the City: Those Gods Must Be Crazy

Gods Behaving Badly
Here at E-Cool we’re myth-o-holics. We love nothing more on a winter afternoon than settling down in a cozy chair to read a good mythological tale. Or, even better, settling down to read a modern re-working of a good mythological tale. Thus, we’re thrilled to take some time out of our Olympian schedules this week to tell you about a hilarious new books that fast-forwards the gods right into the 21st century.

The debut novel of British author Marie Phillips, Gods Behaving Badly, finds the Olympian gods and goddesses living in a tumbledown house in modern-day London and facing a very serious problem: their powers are waning, and immortality does not seem guaranteed. In between looking for work and keeping house, the ancient family is still up to its oldest pursuit: crossing and double-crossing each other.

Apollo, who has been cosmically bored for centuries, has been appearing as a television psychic in a bid for stardom. His aunt Aphrodite, a phone-sex worker, sabotages him by having her born-again Christian son Eros shoot him with an arrow of love, making him fall for a very ordinary mortal-a cleaning woman named Alice, who happens to be in love with Neil, another nice, retiring mortal. When Artemis-the goddess of the moon, chastity and the hunt, who has been working as a dog walker-hires Alice to tidy up, the household is set to combust, and the fate of the world hangs in the balance.

Whether you know your mythology or not, Gods Behaving Badly is full of hilarious read-aloud passages that showcase the Phillips’ uncanny ability to fast-forward the immortals and made them part of our modern and familiar world. We can’t recommend it more if you’re looking for a light-hearted read that brings the ancient gods to life.

20
Nov

Text & the City: In the English Ghetto

John Keasts & the Keats-Shelley House in Rome

Today we continue our week-long Text & the City series with a visit to the Keats-Shelley House:

In the era of the Grand Tour, the now-swanky neighborhood around the Spanish Steps was known as the English Ghetto, for it was there that English-speaking travelers and expatriates made their homes. Among those resident in the area were a large number of literary greats whose presence in the city is now attested by marble plaques hanging on the sides of buildings that say things like, “Here the Poet Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote his play The Cenci.

In residence in Rome at the same time as the illustrious Percy Shelley was the poet John Keats, whose tenure in Eternal City proved to be a very short one. Suffering from consumption, Keats and his friend Joseph Severn traveled from England to Rome in search of a dry and warm climate in the latter part of 1820. By the time they arrived in the Eterna, Keats’ illness was quite advanced and the young poet was scarcely able to enjoy the Romantic pleasures of Rome.

The sickly Keats and his friend Severn set up housekeeping in a majestically-placed but modest pensione. They had a bedroom that looked out at the Spanish Steps and a living room that faced Piazza di Spagna. As there were not kitchen facilities, meals were brought in by local restaurants.

Keats died in that pensione Rome in February of 1821 - he was neither wealthy nor well-known at the time. And though his possessions and furniture were burned after his death in 1821 (Roman law required this following death by a disease like tuberculosis), the building that housed Keats’ rooms was purchased by the Keats-Shelley Memorial Association and restored in the early twentieth century (click here to read how that series of events came about). It now houses a museum and one of the finest libraries of Romantic literature in the world.

Now many thousands of literature lovers and curious tourists make pilgrimages to the Keats-Shelley House each year. On view in the museum is an extensive collection of paintings, objects, and manuscripts celebrating the lives of Keats, Shelley and Byron, as well as locks of Milton and Elizabeth Barrett’s hair, a manuscript and poem by Oscar Wilde, and splendidly bound first editions and letters by Wordsworth, Robert Browning, Joseph Severn, Charles and Mary Cowden-Clarke.

You can learn more about the Keats-Shelley House by visiting their website, where you can take a virtual tour. Or, if you’re headed to Rome and want to do as the poets by immersing yourself in the literary scene, consider renting the first-floor apartment available in the Keats-Shelley House. It’s available for short-term rentals ranging in length form 3 nights to 6 months, is suitable for one person or a couple, and has an outside terrace. Further information available at info@keats-shelley-house.org

19
Nov

Text & the City: Writing Rome - The Romance of Ruins

John Keats, Henry James, Lord Byron

Fall has arrived and there’s no better time to be in Rome! The crisp air and the golden light of Rome of this season have inspired many writers to wax eloquently upon the beauty of the Eternal City. Visiting Rome in the nineteenth century, the American writer Henry James extolled the extraordinary quality of Rome’s atmosphere in Italian Days:

The aesthetic is so intense that you feel you should live on the taste of it, should extract the nutritive essence of the atmosphere. For positively it’s such an atmosphere! The weather is perfect, the sky as blue as the most exploded tradition fames it, the whole air glowing and throbbing with lovely color….

Of course, Henry James is just one of many American and British writers who found their muse in Rome. For centuries, writers and travelers have been coming to the Eternal City to admire its layers of history, to revel in the romance of its ruins, and to soothe their souls as they traverse the layers of time.

Here at e-Cool, we’re a bit bookish, and so we’ve decided to indulge our passion by pursuing a Text & the Eternal City theme over the course of the next week. We’ll be focusing our posts on writers and their literary achievements, and we hope that you’ll find these posts (and the books they introduce) a way to enjoy Rome even if you’re not here at the moment. We’ll aim to discuss literature inspired by the Eterna, past and present, and to pay homage to sites associated with Rome’s literary heritage.

Today, we begin in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, a period in which English-speaking tourists flooded Rome as part of the Grand Tour phenomena. Among the city’s visitors were writers like Lord Byron. Percy Bysshe Shelley, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Henry James, Mark Twain, Edith Wharton, Oscar Wilde, who sought to convey the experience of the Eternal City in travel journals, poetry, and fiction.

The British Romantic Poet, Lord Byron, started a fad in the early nineteenth century when he described a nocturnal foray into the Colosseum. In his poem, Manfred, Byron penned a celebrated description of the Roman arena as seen under a brightly-lit moon. From this point on, nighttime visits to the Colosseum became de rigeur for nineteenth-century travelers, many of whom had committed Byron’s lines to memory:

When I was wandering, - upon such a night
I stood within the Coliseum’s wall,
Midst the chief relics of almighty Rome!
The trees which grew along the broken arches
Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars
Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar
The watchdog bay’d beyond the Tiber; and
More near from out the Caesars’ palace came
The owl’s long cry…
Ivy usurps the laurel’s place of growth;-
But the gladiators’ bloody Circus stands,
A noble wreck in ruinous perfection!

Byron’s praise for the Colosseum became part of the myth of Rome. The experience of visiting the arena at night was repeatedly incorporated into Rome’s literary tradition. Most famous of late night visitors to the Colosseum is probably Daisy Miller, a character penned by Henry James in his story of the same name. A spunky and impetuous American girl who refused to conform to European social conventions or to listen to practical advice, Daisy risked all to experience the romance and mystique of the Colosseum at night. Her midnight rendezvous with the colossal ruin cost her life, for in the arena she contracted Roman Fever. She died shortly thereafter and James laid his fictional character to rest in Rome’s idyllic Protestant Cemetery.

30
Oct

Spooky Rome: Benvenuto Cellini in the Colosseum

Scary Colosseum

We’re celebrating Halloween at Eternally Cool by featuring a series of stories on spooky places and events in Rome.  Yesterday we interviewed Dr. Debbie Felton about ancient Roman ghosts and ghost stories.  Today we travel forward in time to the Renaissance, where we encounter demons in the Colosseum alongside Benvenuto Cellini, a sixteenth-century goldsmith, painter, sculptor, soldier and musician, who also wrote a famous autobiography.

Benvenuto Cellini (who is the subject of an opera by Berloiz) was born on 3 November 1500 in Florence.  His father was a musical instrument maker and musician.  At the age of 16, Benvenuto was exiled from Florence following a brawl.  He then wandered between Bologna, Pisa, and Rome and studied in goldsmiths’ workshops.

Over the course of his long career (he lived to be 71 years old), Cellini would work for royalty as well as for high-ranking church magistrates and political leaders, with his work taking him to Rome, Florence, Pisa, Mantua, Ferrara, and Paris.

His personal life was at least as exciting as his professional undertakings.  In 1527, when Rome was brutally sacked by the troops of Charles V, Benvenuto fought  valiantly to defend the city from the ramparts of Castel Sant’Angelo.  He was arrested once for assault and once for embezzling gems from the Pope’s tiara.  In the case of the Papal jewels, he was imprisoned in Castel Sant’Angelo, then escaped but was recaptured and treated with great severity.  As well, he was charged with sodomy four times.

Cellini’s autobiographical memoirs, which he begun writing in Florence in 1558, provides a detailed account of his singular career, as well as his loves, hatreds, passions, and delights.  The memoir is written in an energetic, direct, and racy style. And certainly parts of his tale are fanciful, such as his scary story of conjuring up a legion of devils in the Colosseum in 1534.  We give you that passage today:

By unusual circumstances, I came to know a Siclian priest - a man of genius who was well-versed in the Greek and Latin languages.  Chatting with him one day, our conversation turned to necromancy, and I told him that I had a lifelong interest in this art.  The priest replied that a man who studies necromancy must have a strong and steady temper, and I confirmed my fortitude and my desire to be initiated into the art.  Thus, the priest said, “If you think you have the heart for it, I will satisfy your desire.”

We agreed to meet one evening and the priest told me to bring a companion or two.  I invited my very good friend, Vincenzio Romoli, and he brought with him a friend from Pistoia who was himself a practitioner of necromancy.  We went to the Colosseum; and the priest, following custom, began to draw circles on the ground amidst all kinds of impressive ceremonies.  He had brought with him precious perfumes and fire, including some compounds that diffused horrible orders.  As soon as he was ready to undertake the ritual, he created an opening in the circle he had drawn on the ground, and took us by the hand, ordering us to throw perfumes into the fire at the proper time, and then beginning his incantations.

The ceremony lasted more than 1 1/2 hours, and in the midst of it several legions of devils appeared in the amphitheater.  I was busy with the perfumes when the priest turned to me and said, “Benvenuto, ask them something.”  I answered, “Let them bring me into company with my Sicilian mistress, Angelica.”  The devils did not fulfill my request that evening, but my curiosity about necromancy was greatly indulged.

The necromancer told me that we must go a second time, and he assured me that my requests to the devils would be fulfilled if I brought along a virginal boy.  Thus, my 12-year old apprentice went with me, as did Vincenzio Romoli (who had been my companion the first time), and Agnolino Gaddi, a close friend whom I asked to assist at the ceremony.  When we came to the appointed place, the priest, having made the same preparations as the last time, placed us within his carefully drawn circle (it was more elaborate than the last time) and began his ritual.  This time the care of the perfumes and the fire was given over to my friend Vincenzio, who was assited by Gaddi, and the priest handed me a pinatcolo, or magical chart, and told me to turn it as he directed me, while holding my apprentice under the pintacolo.  Then, the necromancer began to call a multitude of demons by their name.  Each was the leader of a legion, and he questioned them in the Hebrew language, and also in Latin and Greece.  Soon the amphitheater was filled a hundred times more demons than on our first visit.  Once again I was asked to make a request, and once again I said that I desired to be in the company of my Angelica.  The necromancer turned to me and said, “The demons have declared that in the space of a month you shall be in her company.”

The necromancer then asked me to stand by him resolutely, because there were now a thousand more demons than he had summoned and most were dangerous.  As they had already answered  my question, he intended to be civil to them and to dismiss them quietly.  At the same time, my apprentice, under the pintacolo, was terribly frightened, and was crying that there were a million fierce men around who threatened to destroy us, and that there were also four enormous armed giants who were trying to break into our circle.  Though I was very much afraid of the demons, I did my best to conceal it; so that I greatly contributed to inspire the rest with resolution; but the truth is, I gave myself over for a dead man when I saw how frightened the necromancer was. 

My apprentice placed his head between his knees and said, “I will die in this position; surely we are all going to die.”  I told him that the demons were under us, and that what he saw was only smoke and shadow and that he should hold his head up and be brave.  No sooner did he look up then he screamed out, “The whole amphitheater is burning, and the fires is falling on us!”  Covering his eyes again, he cried that destruction was inevitable and that he could not stand to see any more.  

The necromancer implored me to have a good heart, and to burn the proper perfumes, so I turned to Vincenzio, and asked him burn the most precious perfumes that he had. At the same time I looked at Gaddi, who was terrified to such a degree that he could scarcely distinguish objects, and who seemed to be half dead.  Seeing him in this condition, I said to him, ‘Gaddi, upon these occasions a man should not yield to fear, but stir about to give some assistance; so come directly, and put on more of these perfumes.’

My apprentice then ventured to raise his head once more, and, seeing me laugh, began to take courage, and said, ‘The devils are flying away with a vengeance.’  We remained this way until the bell rang for morning prayers. The apprentice again told us, that there remained but few devils, and those were at a great distance. When the magician had performed the rest of his ceremonies, he stripped off his gown, and took up a bag full of books, which he had brought with him. We all went out of the circle together, keeping as close to each other as we possibly could, especially the boy, who placed himself in the middle, holding the necromancer by the coat, and me by the cloak.

As we returned to our houses in the quarter of Banchi, the boy told us that he could see two of the demons from the amphitheater leaping and skipping and running upon the roofs of the houses and on the ground.  And though he had entered magic circles often, the priest declared that nothing so extraordinary had ever happened to him.

Salt Cellar of Benventuto Cellini

The Salt Cellar of Benvenuto Cellini, 1539-1543, Kunsthistorisches Museum, Vienna

29
Oct

Spooky Rome: Ancient Ghosts & Ghost Stories

Skull Mosaic from Pompeii

Halloween is almost here! Last weekend’s shift to daylight savings time means that the world seems a whole lot darker than it did just a few days ago, inducing a spooky mood in all of us here at Eternally Cool. For that reason, we’ve decided to celebrate Halloween - a decidedly non-Roman holiday - by showcasing Rome’s scary side for the next few days.

We start our Haunted Rome series with an interview with Dr. Debbie Felton, a Professor of Classics at the University of Massachusetts in Amherst. A fan of ghost stories since she was child, Dr. Felton began digging into the Greek and Roman horror stories when she was working on her doctorate at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. She wrote her dissertation on haunted-house stories from Rome and Greece and later revised and expanded the dissertation into a book, Haunted Greece and Rome: Ghost Stories from Classical Antiquity.

We asked Dr. Felton if she’d be willing to answer a few questions about ancient Roman ghosts and ghost stories and she was kind enough to agree. Her commentary is fascinating and so we’re excited to share this interview with our readers:

Did the ancient Romans believe in ghosts?
A very difficult question! Although the ancient Romans told ghost stories, it’s impossible to state with any certainty that they definitely believed in ghosts. Most likely some did and others didn’t, same as today. Their belief in ghosts would have been connected to their belief in a spirit world and an afterlife; if you believed in the latter, you were likely to believe in the former.

Whether individual Romans believed in ghosts or not, we do know that there were state-sanctioned holidays to honor and appease the spirits of the dead. The Roman poet Ovid, in his work the Fasti, describes the Roman festivals for the dead. There were two main festivals: the Parentalia and the Lemuria. The Parentalia refers to a period that began on February 13 (which is our equivalent date) and lasted at least ten days, during which business basically shut down—temples were closed for the festival, no fires burned on any altars, no marriages were contracted, and so on. The name of this festival indicates that this was a period to commemorate dead kinfolk, though the rituals of the Parentalia were conducted at the grave site and not at the family home.

The Lemuria took place over three days in the Roman equivalent of our month of May. This was another festival for bringing offerings to the spirits of ancestors, but it took place in people’s houses instead of in the cemeteries, because the ghosts were believed to return to their old homes for the days of this festival. The ritual to appease the ancestral ghosts involved the head of the family walking through the house in the middle of the night with bare feet (to acknowledge that corpses were buried with bare feet) and throwing black beans over his shoulders saying, “With these beans I buy back myself and my family”. Then the head of the family would clash bronze pans or cymbals together (this would drive the ghosts away) and say, “Spirits of my ancestors, depart!” Supposedly this ceremony would lay the ghosts to rest for the year.

These rituals for the dead generally also included leaving food offerings for the dead, in the hopes that the spirits would not trouble the family. Although our modern Halloween descends directly from the Celtic festival of Samhein, the idea of offering “treats” to the spirits to prevent them from harassing the living by pulling “tricks” does seem to be reflected as far back as the Roman rituals.

Was the belief in ghosts thought to be a superstitious one or did people in the Roman world commonly accept the presence of ghosts?
For this question, too, there is not a black-and-white answer. It’s difficult to say whether people who believed in ghosts were mocked for their beliefs and labeled as superstitious. There were certainly specific Greek and Roman authors in antiquity who satirized people for being overly superstitious and gullible—the authors Theophrastus and Lucian come to mind—but there does seem to have been a pervasive uncertainty, at the very least, as to whether the spirit might survive the body. The Roman writer Pliny the Younger, who was well regarded by his contemporaries, recorded several ghost stories, but does not seem to have held any strong specific religious beliefs about an afterlife. He sends some ghost stories in a letter to a friend of his, asking his friend’s opinion:

I should very much like to know whether you think there are such things as ghosts, and whether they have their own shapes and some divine existence, or whether they are unreal images that take their form from our own anxieties. (Letter 7.27)

Roman Relief Showing a Funeral

Did the Romans believe – as we often do – that ghosts were the spirits of the deceased?
Yes. Finally, a question with a definite answer! And the most frequently given reason for ghosts to appear was the lack of a proper burial for the person’s body, which tended to be the case when a person was murdered, or buried hastily, or simply died unnoticed. The person’s spirit could not rest otherwise. Many of the ancient ghost stories end with the ghost disappearing once the body is given the proper burial rituals. The spirits might even be grateful for such burial. One such story of the Grateful Dead is told by Cicero, in his work On Divination:

[The poet] Simonides, having seen the body of an unknown man lying unburied, buried him. He then planned to go on a sea voyage, but was warned not to go by a vision of the man whom he had buried. The vision told him that if he were to go on the sea voyage, he would perish in a shipwreck. And so Simonides did not go, but those who sailed perished. (1.27)

Did the Romans think of cemeteries and burial places as spirit-filled and spooky sites?
Not necessarily. There’s some indication that, in general, you wouldn’t want to hang around cemeteries at night, but because anyone buried in a cemetery had presumably been given a proper burial, they weren’t known as particularly haunted places. Very few restless spirits in a cemetery. It’s only on the days of those festivals I mentioned earlier that the spirits of those buried might come out to visit the living.

Ancient Funeral Procession
We know that you published a book called Haunted Greece and Rome: Ghost Stories from Classical Antiquity and are working on another book called Things That Went Bump in the Night: Strange Stories from Ancient Greece and Rome. Would you be willing to share with us a ghost story from the ancient Roman world?
Here’s my favorite ghost story, about a haunted house. It’s from the same Letter of Pliny the Younger I mentioned before:

In Athens there was a large and roomy house, but it had a bad reputation and an unhealthy air. Through the silence of the night you could hear the sound of metal clashing and, if you listened more closely, you could make out the clanking of chains, first from far off, then from close by. Soon there appeared a phantom, an old man, emaciated and filthy, with a long beard and unkempt hair. He wore shackles on his legs and chains on his wrists, shaking them as he walked. And so the inhabitants of this house spent many dreadful nights lying awake in fear. Illness and eventually death overtook them through lack of sleep and their increasing dread. For even when the ghost was absent, the memory of that horrible apparition preyed on their minds, and their fear itself lasted longer than the initial cause of that fear. And so eventually the house was deserted and condemned to solitude, left entirely to the ghost. But the house was advertised, in case someone unaware of the evil should wish to buy or rent it.

There came to Athens the philosopher Athenodorus. He read the advertisement, and when he heard the low price, he was suspicious and made some inquiries. He soon learned the whole story and, far from being deterred, was that much more interested in renting the place. When evening began to fall, he requested a bed for himself to be set up in the front of the house, and he asked for some small writing tablets, a stylus, and a lamp. He sent all his servants to the back of the house, and concentrated his mind, eyes, and hand on his writing, lest an unoccupied mind produce foolish fears and cause him to imagine he saw the ghost he had already heard so much about.

At first, as usual, there was only the night silence. Then came the sound of iron clashing, of chains clanking; yet Athenodorus did not raise his eyes or put down his stylus. Instead he concentrated his attention on his work. Then the din grew even louder: and now it was heard at the threshold—now it was inside the room with him! Athenodorus turned, saw, and recognized the ghost. It was standing there, beckoning to him with its finger as if calling to him. Rather than answering the summons, he motioned with his hand that the ghost should wait a while, and he turned back to his writing. The ghost continued rattling its chains right over the philosopher’s head. Athenodorus looked around again: sure enough, the ghost was still there, beckoning as before. With no further delay, the philosopher picked up his lamp and followed the phantom. The specter walked very slowly, as if weighed down by the chains. Then it walked to the courtyard of the house and suddenly vanished, abandoning its comrade. Athenodorus, now alone, plucked some grass and leaves to mark the spot where the ghost had disappeared. In the morning he went to the local magistrates and advised that they order the spot to be excavated, which they did. Bones were found, entwined with chains—bones that the body, rotted by time and earth, had left bare and corroded by the chains. These bones were gathered and given a public burial. After these rites had been performed the house was no longer troubled by spirits.

What I particularly like about this story is how timeless it really is. Take out the words “Athens” and “Athenodorus” (and, I suppose, “writing tablets” and “stylus”) and this story could have taken place anywhere at any time. Pliny actually says he heard it somewhere, so he apparently recorded a story that had been circulating in society for a while via an oral tradition. He just added a literary touch to it. And the story has a nice air of mystery about it: we never do find out exactly what happened—why or how the man died, why his skeleton was in chains, buried in the courtyard. The story leaves a lot to our imagination.

Skeleton Mosaic from Pompeii

Did the Romans live peacefully with their ghosts or did they attempt to exorcise them? If they did try to exorcise them, do we know anything about what the rituals were?
The ancient concept of exorcism was pretty specific, rather like today: an exorcism might be necessary if a person were possessed by a spirit. The Greek shaman Apollonius of Tyana (first century A.D.) was known to perform successful exorcisms. A man names Eleazar was said to have performed many exorcisms, delivering men of the spirits that possessed them, and doing so in front of the emperor Vespasian. Jesus and Paul, of course, were known for performing the occasional exorcism. But it’s always on people, not places.

Although haunted places could be purged of their ghosts by proper burial of the spirit’s corpse—a process known as “laying the ghost”—there’s virtually no information on exorcism rituals in ancient Rome being performed on places instead of on people. You can contrast this with stories from medieval times, such as that of St. Francis helping to drive demons out of the city of Arezzo during the war there. The demons flee, and the citizens can return to their business in peace.

You’ve told us that there are no known haunted sites in the ancient city of Rome. Are there any specific sites elsewhere in the ancient Roman world that were believed to be haunted? If so, could you give us an example or two?
The sites in the stories usually don’t get much more specific than “a house” or “the baths” and, interestingly, most of the locations are Greek rather than Roman: Athens, for example, or Corinth. One of the most specific references to a haunted place is the Greek writer Pausanias’s claim that the battlefield at Marathon was haunted by the ghosts of warriors who had died there. But the Roman writer Suetonius, in his biography of the emperor Augustus, says that a room in Augustus’s childhood home, a villa near Velitra, was rumored to be haunted:

“Because of an old rumor, no one dares enter the room unless it is necessary. . . . It is as if a certain horror and dread prevent those approaching casually from entering.. The reason for this dread was recently made plain: for when the new owner of the villa, whether by chance or to tempt fate, decided to sleep in the bed in that room one night, after a few hours he was thrown out of the bed by a sudden unknown force.”

Your research and writing is focused on ghost stories from all periods – not just the ancient world. Would you tell us how you became interested in ghost stories and why you find them so compelling?
I’ve been interested in ghost stories since I was very young; I think it was my father who introduced me to them, and his enjoyment of ghost stories influenced me. There’s something about the mysterious and often never entirely explained phenomena that is spookily attractive. And it’s interesting to speculate as to the existence of ghosts, and whether their existence might be proof of the survival of the spirit after death. I can’t honestly say that I believe in ghosts, but I would like to believe in them.




 

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