Saturday, 22 August 2015

DEMOCRATIC CRISES IN CORFU



Feeling glum about the prospects for democracy in either Greece/the EU or the UK Labour Party, I sought solace in visiting the location of an exciting scene from the defence of democracy in ancient Kerkyra (Corfu).

The plan was to find some tiles on the island in order to help me reimagine, if not reconstruct by nifty photo-montaging, my favourite sentence in the ancient historian Thucydides’ History of the Peloponnesian War.

"ANYONE FANCY A TILE FIGHT with the OLIGARCHS?"
During the civil war in 427 BCE, there was a street battle in Corfu’s main town between the groups supporting the oligarchs and the democrats respectively. Thucydides, whose usual policy is to ignore women, describes how not only slaves but women on the democratic side joined in the actual fighting: ‘the woman also entered the fray with great daring, hurling down tiles from the roof-tops and standing up to the din with a courage that went beyond what was natural to their sex’ (3.74).

CORFU ARCHAELOGICAL MUSEUM: VICTIM OF AUSTERITY
Having identified as venue an antique central street with plenty of promising tiled roofs, we went to the island’s famous Archaeological Museum hoping to photo a tile or two from the fifth-century BCE. Guess what? The Museum is now closed indefinitely. A huge padlock and chain locks its gates. The sign lies in the dust, already rusting. 

The staff, as public servants, cannot be paid thanks to the Eurocrats who worship Kapital and despise Greek democratic processes. So the very cultural resources underpinning the tourist industry, crucial to any prospect of Greek economic recovery, are being made unavailable through Austerity. 


ARTEMIS OF CORFU
I tried to console myself with online images of the indomitable animal-taming Artemis, from the magnificent western pediment of the archaic local temple, which tourists like me can no longer see at the museum. I like to think it was she-god images like this which inspired the democratic women of 5th-century Corfu to put two fingers up—and throw tiles down—at the rich elite forces opposing them.  Eurocrats beware: offending Artemis is always risky. Just ask the Atridae.

Tuesday, 11 August 2015

An 18th-century Detective Trail: Sarah Fielding's Xenophon


Success greeted my quest for the missing memorial to a Greek scholar who in 1762 published a fine translation of Xenophon’s Memorabilia and Apology of Socrates. Long hidden from intellectual history, Sarah Fielding really is right there, inside the North-West vestibule of Bath Abbey.

Part of the inscription reads ‘Athens’ Wisdom to her Sex she taught’; but it wasn’t only to her sex. Plenty of men used her translations; her Apology, chosen for the Everyman series, was reprinted until 1937.

Her Etonian brother Henry, playwright and novelist, was envious of her largely self-taught classical skills. His fame has overshadowed her completely. People also suspect that the classically educated but immoral and dissipated Molly in his novel Amelia is a covert attack on his clever sister.

Before: Sarah  Invisible
People inevitably alleged that even Sarah's bestelling novel David Simple was really Henry’s work. Elizabeth Carter, the translator of Epictetus, had no reason to talk up her reclusive friend, which might have taken the lustre off Elizabeth's own reputation as the best woman Hellenist around.

Sarah had loved Henry dearly, and when his wife died she moved in with him in Lincoln’s Inn Fields to help with the house and children. He responded by impregnating the scullery maid. Sarah moved out. Most men called her ‘poor Sarah’ because she never married; women called her ‘poor Sarah’ because she was an eccentric, couldn’t cook, and allegedly tippled.

After: Sarah Rediviva! photo: R. Poynder
She also wrote the first book specifically for girls, The Governess, or the Little Female Academy (1749),* and biographies of Cleopatra and Octavia. But when she died, she disappeared. There is no known likeness. This made finding the memorial stone important, partly because Dr Rosie Wyles and I need a picture to put in our forthcoming Unsealing the Fountain: Women Classical Scholars (OUP).

Athena with pet
Several antique guide books claimed it was in Bath Abbey, but nobody there knew what I was talking about. Other literary historians have been unable to find it. The reason is that it is low down, concealed by a heavy lectern, probably for decades.  Our sharp-eyed teenager spotted just the name SARAH peeking over its top; after moving it (fortunately the Abbey attendant nearby was not officious), teenager’s father photographed her. The snake encircling Sarah was the pet of Athena, goddess of wisdom, and (because it sheds its skins) an ancient symbol of immortality.


After that
Mission accomplished, we went to the pub and raised a toast to the scholar celebrated by her close friend Dr John Hoadly, who commissioned the memorial, for her ‘unaffected manners’, her candour and benevolence. An exciting afternoon’s work.

Text of the Memorial Stone
In this city lived and died Sarah, second daughter of General  Henry Fielding; by his first wife, daughter of Judge Gould. Whose writings will be known as incentives to virtue, and honour to her sex, when this marble shall be dust. She was born mdccxiv. and died April mdcclxvih. 

Her unaffected kindness, candid mind, 
Her heart benevolent, and soul resign'd, 
Were more her praise than all she knew, or thought. 
Though Athens' wisdom to her sex she taught. 

The Rev. Dr. John Hoadley, her Friend, for the honour of the Dead and emulation of the Living, inscribes this deficient Memorial of her virtues and accomplishments. 

*See Eirlys Penn's excellent study, at http://writingpenn.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Georgian-JK-Rowling.pdf

Saturday, 8 August 2015

Ode to Jeremy Corbyn by Me and My Muse

I woke from a dream on Wednesday night with a song about Jeremy Corbyn, to the tune of the Beatles’ Eleanor Rigby, ringing in my ears. Since it has clearly been inspired by the Muses, I have posted it below after emendations suggested by Professor Ian Rutherford, an expert on ancient Greek lyric metre.

I believe the poem was produced by my subconscious coping with the stress related to joining the UK Labour Party for the third time, having left both when its leaders did not support the miners and when they did support the invasion of Iraq.

The stress is caused by being personally mis-described EVERY DAY in the press, which is frantically trying to identify who all the new members of the Labour Party are. So, for the record, I am not and never have been any of the following except, long ago, no. 2:

 A Member of Militant Tendency Practising Entryism.

A Young Person who Can’t Afford to Get on the Property Ladder.

A Revolutionary Trotskyite (perish the thought; I'm a Bolshevik).

An Antediluvian Naïve Idealist.

A Sinister Right-Wing Fifth Columnist.

 You can find the music to sing the poem (the first I've ever published) along to here. I wish, as Dr Lucy Jackson, an expert on Greek choruses, has said to me, that my subconscious had chosen a more upbeat Beatles song (Drive my Car, She Loves You etc.), but the picture of Corbyn on the night bus, in full melancholia, clearly affected my Muse.

Jeremy Corbyn, lowest expenses
Of any MP, at eight pounds and seventy-three;
Who can he be?
Waits on the back bench, voting against
The Iraq War, the Poll Tax and more.
What's Labour for?

REFRAIN
All the Party Members
Where have they just come from?
Tired Old Labour Voters?
Where do they all belong?

Margaret Beckett, naming the man
She thought no one would ever support
Perish the thought!
Look at him working, planning to give
Britain back to the people, the poor.
He'll fight the class war.

Jeremy Corbyn, principled man
With your straight-talking ways and your beard.
You’ve persevered!
Tony Blair hates you, says you’re a
Loser, a Trotskyite throwback and worse.
Blair's Labour’s curse.

Friday, 31 July 2015

Finding your Other Half from Homer to St Petersburg

Dionysus/Conchita Wurst at the Almeida
Having been left oddly unaffected by a technically near-flawless production of Euripides’ Bacchae at the Almeida Theatre last night, ten minutes into Reggie Yates’ searing encounters with oppressed young gay Russian couples on BBC 3’s Extreme Russia and the tragic effect took hold.
Extreme Bravery of Russian Gay Couples

I have been thinking about Love this week since Melvyn Bragg’s History of Ideas series on Radio 4 allowed me to retell (TWICE) the best ever Myth of Human Origins, delivered by the comedy writer Aristophanes in Plato’s Symposium. It offers a far better charter tale for us than the creation of Pandora out of clay or Eve out of Adam’s rib.
A Symposium in Full Swing at Paestum

Once we were all eight-limbed spherical creatures with two faces—either wholly female, wholly male, or half-in-half. We gambolled and twirled our way acrobatically across the planet, in a state of perfect Love and grace. So happy were we that we thought we were invincible. Zeus took revenge by having Apollo slice us all in half and turn us into lonely, depleted mere halves of our former selves.

Copyright GEORGIA POYNDER
If we are lucky enough to find our ‘other half’ and be reunited in a lifelong embrace, we cooperate on projects like children or books or new ideas. But most people never find their other half, and so the human race is emotionally deprived and fails to fulfil its creative potential.
Copyright GEORGIA POYNDER
 

This story is breathtakingly modern in its celebration of same-sex love stories equally with heterosexual. I wish the same applied to ancient history and myth. There are many examples of heterosexual soul mates—Pericles and Aspasia, Penelope and Odysseus. There is no shortage of gay male romances—Hadrian and Antinous, Apollo and Hyacinthus. But despite the exquisite homoerotic songs Sappho composed for several lovers, I can find no ancient historical Lesbian couple.

JaLissa and Janel of Washington, DC
COPYRIGHT GEORGIA POYNDER
Myth is not much more fertile. Ovid relates the story of Iphis, a girl brought up as a boy, and Ianthe. Iphis and Ianthe loved each other passionately and did get married. But this was only after Isis turned Iphis physically into a man.

Myrmex Myrmex
Even less satisfactory is Athena’s relationship with the beautiful Myrmex. The course of true love did not run smooth. When Athena, as technology she-god, invented the plough, her human girl-friend claimed responsibility and boasted that she was herself the inventor. Athena, furious, turned Myrmex into an ant, doomed to plough across extended surfaces for all time.


This does not compare well with the numerous Lesbian love affairs I am told pervade Hawaiian myth. But it also makes Aristophanes’ account even more revealing. It would not give such recognition and status to woman-woman love stories if Plato’s audience had not known of them in reality. The precious text thus allows us a window onto (the often silenced world of) ancient women unique in cultural history.

Friday, 24 July 2015

Male Dancers' Problems Ancient & Modern

Last Wednesday 2000pm: Every Girl's Nightmare
The second most traumatic moment of the week was emerging from An Hostelry in the neighbouring Cotswold village to witness ten grown men waving sticks festooned with bells and ribbons. Of all the faux inventions of the Edwardian English Folklorists,  Morris Dancing is the most embarrassing.

Bharatantyam Dancers of South India
If you are going to ‘reconstruct’ (i.e. fantasise) the rural entertainments of your national ancestors, then you have an opportunity to imagine them as sexy (Flamenco, Tango), combative (Georgian sword dance), dazzlingly expressive and numinous (all seven classical dances of India), or ecstatic and acrobatic (the Muchongoyo dance of Zimbabwe).

But no. Morris dancing as invented circa 1903 involves skipping, silly hats, waving hankies and half-hearted homoerotic gesturing with pathetic ithyphallic rhythm sticks. The periphery of Wednesday’s performance featured just two embarrassed wives dressed like extras from The Tudors, but with absolutely nothing to do. They eyed my pint of Hook Norton enviously.


David Getting On Down before Ark of the Covenant
The folklorists faced a problem. Western tradition held that men who danced for aesthetic reasons, rather than to foster health or war-camaraderie, impugned their masculinity. The sole Judaeo/Greek/Roman exception is David, who danced before the Ark of the Covenant. But since the text (Samuel II) tells us that he was rebuked by his wife Michal for cavorting near-naked, even David’s heroic male dance has proved controversial. Early Christians who objected to all dancing suggested that his must have been a drill-like war dance and nothing to do with ‘lascivia’.



Socrates at Dance Class (by Daumier)
Socrates danced, but we are reassured by Xenophon that it was chaste and improved his fitness. In the Iliad Priam rebuked the sons he thought were not pulling their manly weight on the battlefield for being ‘heroes only of the dance-floor’.  Condemnation of pleasure-oriented male dancing has always been supported by quoting Cicero’s dictum that ‘hardly any man dances sober, unless he happens to be mad' (Pro Murena 6).

The great male dancers of the twentieth century—Nijinsky, Astaire, Kelly, Jackson, Nureyev, Brown—did much to correct the damage caused by the ancient male dance artist missing from our cultural repertoire. Yet even some of them had to grin through PR campaigns insisting that they were heterosexual as if dancing was alone enough to imply they weren’t.

Romantic lead man can dance in a lumberjack shirt in industrial setting
In the third millennium, it has still been felt necessary to make the outstanding dancer Troy Bolton (Zac Efron) in the High School Musical movies also a star athlete (basket-ball player), with a particular penchant for noisy break-dancing in masculine settings like used car dumps. Efron’s packaging as icon of the strongman dancer just proves the sadly limiting ancient rule. But I would still rather watch him any day than the beribboned Morris Men of Moreton-in-Marsh. I had to have another pint.



Friday, 17 July 2015

Lessons from Ancient Libraries

The best parcel of the week contained The Meaning of the Library. This book publishes a lecture series which celebrated the 400th anniversary of the King James VI Library at St. Andrews University. Brilliantly edited by St. Andrews librarian Alice Crawford, the volume includes essays by such titans (and my personal brain-heroes) as  Marina Warner and Robert Darnton, as well as the Librarian of Congress, James Billington.

My own chapter* is a whirlwind tour of ancient libraries, beginning with the first theatre sequence set in a book collection, the hyper-intellectual Euripides’ repository of his own plays on papyrus rolls. In this hilarious scene of his Acharnians (425 BCE), the comedy-writer Aristophanes invented the stereotype of the antisocial bookworm. 

"Get me Pergamum Library or I'll thcweam and thcweam!"

Library history is addictive. I discovered that ancient library funders interred family corpses under bookshelves. Mark Antony’s courtship gift to Cleopatra was the great library of Pergamum, all 200,000 volumes of it. The poet Callimachus devised cataloguing systems two millennia before Melvil Dewey created decimal classification. I began to admire Varro, Public Librarian at Rome and brave enough to attempt a massive three-volume treatise on libraries: less admirably, it was probably commissioned as an ideological accompaniment to Caesar’s quest to expand Roman power; it demonstrated world-empire through Roman control of world-literature.

Reconstruction of Library and Museum of Alexandria
The most lasting legacy of the most famous ancient library, founded in the early third century BCE at Alexandria, is the concept of libraries as institutions where the whole resource constitutes something greater than the sum of the parts. The parts are records left by individual writers; the whole is an instrument designed to preserve intact nothing less than the memory of humankind and shape its future. One Roman even envisaged the goddesses who determine human destiny, the Parcae or Fates, as ‘librarians of the gods and the guardians of their archive’.

The scholars of Alexandria undertook the Herculean task of preserving the entire literary output of the Greeks, going to extreme lengths to obtain a copy of every known work. They even embargoed all books which arrived by ship in their harbour until copies could be made.

Hypatia tries to get Greek texts out before the Christians get in
The Greek attempt to assemble everything ever written changed our mental landscape forever. So did the inevitable corollary—that the entire memory of the human race was vulnerable to erasure. And because there really were attempts in the library at Alexandria to include at least Greek translations of the great works of other cultures and religions, notably Egyptian historians and the great books of the Jews, it became possible for libraries to fulfil a new socio-political role as symbolising a cosmopolitan ideal, as in the Spanish movie about the end of the pagan intellectual culture of Alexandria, Agora (2009), starring Rachel Weisz as Hypatia, a historically recorded scholar.


Library of Celsus at Ephesus, western Turkey
The ideal has survived when the physical Alexandrian library (destroyed in turn by Caesar’s troops, Christian bishops, random tsunamis and 7th-century Arabs) did not. In this sense, our inherited idea(l) of The Library, whatever role some individual examples have played in cultural imperialism, will always more than deserve its cultural status and stature. 

*Pasted below for those with time on their hands.




Preprint Version: Adventures in Ancient Greek and Roman Libraries

Libraries are commonly regarded as serious, even austere environments, so it may come as a surprise that it is in a comedy, indeed our earliest surviving and rather raucous Aristophanic comedy, that the earliest certain literary response to a library occurs. The library belongs to Euripides, one of the three great tragedians of Athens, and the play is Aristophanes’ Acharnians, first performed in Athens in the late winter of 425 BC. Athens and Sparta have been fighting the Peloponnesian War for six long years. The hero of the comedy, like many in his audience, is a peasant farmer who has suffered intensely as a result. His name is Dikaiopolis, which roughly translates as ‘the right way to run a city-state’, and he wants to put the case that the Athenians need to make immediate peace with Sparta. He has decided that the most rhetorically effective outfit in which to address his fellow citizens and appeal to their pity consists of a poor man’s rags. Since the famous dramatist Euripides was famous for writing tragedies in which royal heroes suffered from straitened circumstances and appeared in rags, Dikaiopolis’ first port of call is the house of this tragic poet.
              He knocks on the door, and asks Euripides’ slave—who turns out to be phenomenally intellectual—where his master is. The poet is apparently upstairs, hard at work writing a play. With the aid of some kind of stage machinery, Euripides, sitting elevated in his study, is ‘rolled out’ into view, and appears seated in the upper storey of his house. It is time for Dikaipolis to make his request. But what he actually asks for is not a stage costume as such, but ‘the tatters of some old drama’ (μοι άκιόν τι το παλαιο δράματος); as he says to Euripides, ‘I have to treat the chorus to a long oration (ῥῆσιν μακράν), and if I do it badly it will mean death for me’ (415-17).
            The comic action which ensues plays on the double meaning of the word for ‘tatters’ here, rhakion, which alludes both to scraps of papyrus and to ragged old theatrical costumes.[1] Euripides seems to be sitting in a paper jungle constituted by papyri containing his own plays, and tells his slave to get the ‘strips’ (spargana, 431) of the play featuring the most ragged hero of them all, his famous (and alas, lost) Telephus:  they are to be found, he says, close to the scraps of two other plays, ‘on top of the tatters of Thyestes, mixed up with those of Ino’ (432-4). While Dikaipolis does collect a hat and other theatrical props from Euripides, the scene only makes sense if he also departs with a papyrus roll containing a famous speech from the tragedy Telephus. It is a comic and topicalised subversion of this oration which he shortly performs before the Athenian people.
                 In this wonderful theatrical episode we can see the invention of the type of western comedy which creates laughter at the expense of tragedy. We can also see the very birth of the comic image of the library as a place inhabited by cerebral individuals who seem inherently funny to ordinary people of common sense. But the scene also demonstrates how the very idea of book assemblage could stimulate artistic inventiveness: the notoriously bookish Euripides’ papyrus collection inspires a dazzling scene of comic metatheatre. This scene may actually be the ultimate source of the ancient tradition, recorded in Euripides’ Hellenistic biography, that he was the first recorded owner of a large personal library, and that this informed the very nature of his plots and poetry (see also Aristophanes’ Frogs Frogs 943, 1049). In this tradition, we can see that the ancient Greeks were aware that the invention of book collections inevitably affected the contents of books, at least where dramatic poetry was concerned.
                 Since I am a scholar who has specialised in literature, my discussion in this essay will mainly address the relationship between the ancient library and ancient poetry rather than ancient, geography, science or philosophy. Unlike many accounts of ancient libraries, it will not be addressing the nuts and bolts—although they are inherently fascinating--of the cataloguing systems which the poet and librarian Callimachus pioneered more than two millennia before Melvil Dewey created decimal classification. I will not be discussing explicitly the parallels between the ancient library and modern digital projects such as Google Books and Europeana, although excellent examples of such discussions, by classical scholars, are available.[2] It is the idea of the library, which we inherit more or less directly from the ancient Mediterranean and near Eastern worlds, which constitutes my primary concern. I would have liked to write about the depiction of libraries in ancient Greek and Roman drama, poetry and fiction, along the lines of Debra Castillo’s The Translated World: A Postmodern Tour of Libraries in Literature (1984), but there are, sadly, few enough libraries actually evoked or even described in surviving ancient literature. But the dearth of literary representations of ancient book collections is out of all proportion to the vast amount of factual information we possess about them. The finds at Qumran alone have revealed far too much about the physical, material realities of the painstaking ancient process of book reproduction to discuss in a single essay—not just in the Dead Sea Scrolls themselves, but in the ink wells and even the plaster coverings of the desks at which the scribes laboured.[3]  The subject-matter is enormous, even if we focus exclusively on the libraries of the pagan Greeks and Romans, to the exclusion of the Babylonians and Assyrians from whose library organisation systems they learned, or of the Phoenicians, Egyptians, and Jews, let alone the early Christians, who inherited their basic library building plan from their pagan precursors.[4]  
                 One man in antiquity was brave enough to attempt to write a comprehensive three-volume treatise on libraries. This was the erudite Varro, an Italian from the venerable Sabine settlement at Reate in central Italy, who in the mid-first century BC compiled his study, de Bibliothecis. Varro’s book must have been very substantial, at least to judge from his surviving three-volume work on agriculture. Varro was an encyclopaedist, whom Julius Caesar appointed public librarian in Rome in 47 BC. He was the only known ancient author to be granted the privilege of having a bust in his likeness installed in one of the main Roman libraries while he was still alive (Pliny, HN 7.30.115). His treatise may have been commissioned as an ideological accompaniment to Caesar’s quest to expand the incipient Roman realm, ‘to connect world-literature with the world-empire’.[5]  The uneasy relationship between libraries and imperialism, indeed, will be a recurring theme in this essay, closely tied up with the relationship between libraries and cultural creativity. But first it is important to underline the sheer scale of the topic of the library in the ancient Greek and Roman worlds. Even as early as the first century BC, before the great surge in library-building that was to occur under the high Empire, notably under the Emperor Trajan in the early 2nd century AD, Varro’s project in compiling a universal historical treatise on libraries would have daunted anyone but him. And the history of great pagan libraries was to continue for several centuries thereafter, until 543 AD, when the Emperor Justinian finally closed down the temple of Isis at Philae in Egypt, built under the same Ptolemies who built the library at Alexandria. Behind the massive colonnade of the Philae temple at least one massive room had functioned as a library. 
            The papyrus on which most ancient Greek and Latin books were recorded, as an organic material, was extremely vulnerable to rotting, wear and tear. Aristotle bequeathed his personal library to his student Theophrastus, but two generations later the collection of rolls ended up in the hands of some ‘ordinary people’ of Scepsis in Asia Minor, who did not know how to store its precious contents (Strabo 13.1.54). When they realised that the books were actually extremely valuable, they hid them from the book collectors sent out by the rich Attalid dynasty at nearby Pergamum, who wanted to build up the collection in their library. Unfortunately, the uneducated owners of the books decided to conceal them as if they were gold or coins, in a dug-out trench. They were damaged dreadfully by both moisture and moths. When they were finally purchased, it was by a man who loved to collect books rather than by a philosopher, and he ‘restored’ the texts in such an amateurish way that, when they were eventually published, they were found to be full of mistakes.  
            On the other hand, forgers sometimes stained brand new papyri to make them look like authentic ancient texts, perhaps those actually written by one of the famous canonical writers, in order to increase their monetary value. The ancients were very clear that there was a difference between the materialistic bibliophile who collected books as commodities, and the cultured person who actually understood their contents. The nouveau-riche Trimalchio whose banquet is described by Petronius boasts that his libraries rivalled those of the Emperor.[6] Some rich men did indeed use banquets as opportunities to display books which they had never studied (Seneca, Dial. 9.9.4). Lucian wrote a diatribe attacking a Syrian, Against the Ignorant Book-Collector. This rich man buys shiploads of books, is never seen without one his hand, and endlessly glues and trims them, applying cedar-oil and saffron, and keeping them in purple silk and leather cases. But he is deluding himself because ‘he thinks that by the multitude of books’ he can rectify his ‘deficient education’.
              Libraries held many different kinds of collection. Some of the most important to advances in ancient intellectual life were the specialist libraries which mainly or exclusively collected the writings of members of a particular philosophical school, such as the Stoics, whose centre of learning was on the island of Rhodes. There the great Stoic polymath scholar Posidonius, usually called ‘the Rhodian’ but actually a native of Apamea in Syria, practised during the first half of the first century BC. Pompey, Caesar, Cicero and Brutus all studied there. Rhodes was also renowned as a centre of astronomical studies, a particular interest of the bookworm Emperor Tiberius, who spent several years on the island.[7] Other archives might house a special collection of, for example, theatre scripts. The most famous of these was the depository in Athens, organised by the theatre-loving orator and statesman Lycurgus, ruler of Athens from 336 until 324 BC. It was probably housed in the old Athenian Metröon in the market-place (originally a council-house rather than a collection of papers), along with other documents related to the history and activities of the state. Lycurgus probably began the collection of plays because there were so many emendations being made by contemporary actors to the authentic texts of the plays of the great three tragedians of the previous century—Aeschylus and Sophocles as well as Euripides. Some of these plays were very popular in the performance repertoire, and thus vulnerable to creative adaptation.[8]  
              Libraries varied massively in scale as well as contents. On the one hand there were small book collections which could be carried around in handy containers, like this portable scrinium or cista on a Roman mosaic in Tunis. It is probably to be imagined as holding the ‘parts’ or whole plays in which the actor portrayed here specialised, or which had been written or enjoyed by the seated man, depending on whether he represents an author who has collaborated with the actor or, more likely, his patron.[9]   At the other end of the scale, there were vast libraries containing hundreds of thousands of papyrus rolls, housed in magnificent, purpose-built architectural edifices. In between these extremes there were private libraries in which solitary misanthropes hid from the world, like that of the tragedian Euripides; Xenophon remarks on the unparalleled size of the book collection amassed by the philosopher Euthydemus (Mem. 4.2.8). Other private libraries were large enough to accommodate the leading lights of a whole philosophical school comfortably, such as the ‘Villa of the Papyri’ found in 1752 at Herculaneum. This was the vacation villa of no less a figure than Julius Caesar’s father-in-law Calpurnius Piso, where the famous philosopher Philodemos of Gadara supervised his patron’s magnificent collection of Epicurean texts.[10]  The modern technology of multi-spectral imaging has allowed the remains of some of them, burnt by same volcanic eruption which destroyed Pompeii in 79 AD, to be deciphered and published by modern scholars.
              The first public library of all may have been established by Clearchus, tyrant of Heraclea on the south coast of the Black Sea, who died in 353 BCE.[11] This Pontic despot had been educated at Athens by the two leading intellectuals of the time, Plato and Isocrates, and the tradition that he built a library is connected with the ancient perception that the Greeks of the Black Sea were anxious to avoid the accusation that they lived in a cultural backwater. But it was the people of the first two generations after Alexander the Great who saw the establishment of the first libraries which can be described as ‘public’ in the modern sense, even though scholars disagree on the nature and degree of public access, especially given that literacy rates in many ancient cities may not have exceed ten to twenty per cent of the population. Moreover, we are not in a position to tell whether most public libraries allowed borrowing of books at all, even to respected and trusted members: an inscription believed to have belonged to the library which Trajan built at Athens in 132 AD specifies its opening hours and proclaims, ‘No book shall be taken out. We have sworn it!’[12]  The first great public libraries were set up in the kingdoms established by Alexander’s successors, notably the Ptolemies’ near-legendary library in the Egyptian-Greek city of Alexandria, founded by the Macedonian conqueror himself in 331 BCE. He had been instructed on the precise location by the shade of Homer, who visited him in a dream (Plutarch, Life of Alexander ch. 26).
              The Alexandrian library was said to have been designed with the assistance of the Athenian Peripatetic philosopher Demetrius of Phaleron, who brought with him to Egypt authentic Aristotelian intellectual credentials, having been taught by Aristotle’s student Theophrastus. The library was either adjacent to or (at least originally) constituted part of the Alexandrian ‘Museum’ (Mouseion or ‘temple of the Muses’); other book collections, of all sizes, were often attached to or housed within temples. Indeed, in the late fourth century, Demetrius had educated himself by reading Aristotle’s own books, assembled in another Mouseion at Athens. Some libraries could be housed in public baths, which served as the ancient equivalent of a ‘leisure centre’, where social and sexual transactions could be made with ease in a pleasant environment; Caracalla’s imposing baths, built at Rome in the second decade of the third century AD, contained one room of texts in Greek and another one in Latin. Some libraries also served as public records offices, as bookshops, restaurants, and scientific laboratories. The library of Pantainos at Athens seems to have supported itself by renting out shops within the building complex, including one to a marble mason.[13] Libraries under Augustus could host meetings of the Roman Senate; large ones with a colonnade often provided a place to take quite a lengthy stroll. Libraries penetrated the unconscious mind to feature in people’s dreams: Tiberius dreamt about the vast and beautiful statue of Apollo Temenites, which he brought from Syracuse to adorn the library of the New Temple (Suetonius, Life of Tiberius). You could build a library to serve as a sepulchre for your eminent family or forebears. Celsus buried his father, who had been governor of the province (Roman Asia), in a lead coffin, encased  within a marble sarcophagus which he had set into a vaulted recess of the Ephesus library;[14] Dio Chrysostom interred his wife and child in the courtyard of the library at Prusa in north-western Turkey. Libraries could even be used in courtship rituals: in his attempt to impress Cleopatra, Mark Antony made her a present of the great library of Pergamum, all 200,000 volumes of it, collected by the ancestral rivals of Cleopatra’s Ptolemy family--the Attalids.
              The evidence for these heterogeneous libraries of ancient Greece and Rome is equivalently diverse. We have dug up large library buildings with no books left, like the beautiful Roman provincial library excavated in the grid-city at Timgad in Algeria by the French in the early 20th century. This quickly became the colonial set for avant-garde Modernist actresses from the Comedie Francaise, such as Mme. Silvaine, who performed a version of Sophocles’ Electra there in 1907. We have dug up a rubbish dump containing whole libraries, but not a single brick, at the site of the ancient Greek town of Oxyrhynchus on a branch of the Nile in Upper Egypt. The ‘Oxyrhynchus papyri’ include some of the contents of at least one impressive Oxyrhynchite private book collection, which contained copies of esteemed poetic works such as Euripides’ Hypsipyle,  Pindar’s Paeans and an extensive collection of prose writers. On the other hand, we know about some fascinating libraries even though they have disappeared altogether, along with their entire contents, because they were discussed as institutions in surviving written sources, One example is of course the Library of Alexandria, but another, later and more typical instance is the library which Pliny the Younger funded lavishly at Comum (now Como) in northern Italy, north of Milan, in about 97AD.
              The reason why know about Pliny’s library is because there survives an inscription recording his benefactions to the town (Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum 5.5262), along with a letter to a friend about it (Epistle 1.8, to Pompeius Saturninus), which accompanied a copy of the speech he delivered to some of the town magistrates at its inauguration. The speech itself does not survive, but the letter does.[15] Now this Pliny was a rich and well-regarded imperial administrator and senator.  His quandary in the letter is whether he should publish the speech given that in it he fulsomely praises the munificence of his ancestors. He fears that this praise of his own forebears, if circulated outside Comum, will offend against canons of modesty. He also describes some of the other themes the missing oration addressed:  the presence of the library would itself encourage his townsmen in virtuous studies; his own contempt of riches and freedom from the chains of avarice;  the commendation his benefaction deserved because it was the result not of a passing fancy but of deliberate resolution;  his decision to bestow upon his townsmen a library rather than shows or gladiators. This last point is particularly interesting, because another inscription shows that a city’s populace might have reason to hope that the sort of benefactor who gave them a library might also donate gladiators: one such euergetist capped a gift of a library to his grateful public with no fewer than twelve pairs of these violent public entertainers (Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum 3.1.607).
              Regardless of whether the citizens of Comum would have preferred a benefactor more focussed on live spectacle, Pliny’s gift is important in the history of ancient libraries. It seems to have been the first library ever donated by a private individual to a town in the Roman Empire, but it preceded ‘a spate of library-building throughout.’[16] In libraries like that bestowed upon Comum by Pliny, the benefaction signalled the importance of an individual statesman, from a particular landowning senatorial family, and his role in fostering the maturity and cultural prestige of what was (in the case of Comum) still a relatively new colonia of the Roman Empire. The selection of the books within it might be assumed fundamentally to reinforce, rather than question or undermine, the values, self-definition and self-framing through historiography of that individual, his family, and the imperial regime he served.  The selection or de-selection of books for inclusion in a library’s collection was already acknowledged by historians in antiquity to have been a charged political issue. Suetonius tells us that if the Emperor Caligula had been allowed to have his way, Homer, Virgil and Livy, whom he loathed, would have been expelled, both their works and their images, ‘ex omnibus bibliothecis’ (‘from all libraries’, Suetonius, Life of Caligula, 34):

              He even considered destroying the poems of Homer, demanding to know why he should not be allowed the same right as Plato, who excluded Homer from his ideal republic. Moreover, he very nearly took away the texts and statues of Vergil and of Livy from all the libraries, for he criticised Vergil as being a writer devoid of literary skill and erudition, and Livy as a wordy and inaccurate historian.


On the other hand, we may have so much of the historian Tacitus solely because his namesake, the third-century Emperor Marcus Claudius Tacitus (who was actually no relation), ordered all the libraries to make comprehensive collections of his works (Historia Augusta, ‘Tacitus’ 10.3).
              The social and political role of the ancient library, however, was not just a matter of whose written versions of history, reality and experience were made available to the grateful public.  Of far more lasting significance, it seems to me, is the actual concept of the library as an institution where the whole resource constitutes something infinitely greater than the sum of the parts. The parts are the individual records left by individual writers; the whole is something far more ambitious: an instrument designed to preserve intact the memory of humankind.  The scholars at the library of Alexandria undoubtedly undertook the Herculean task of preserving the entire literary output of the Greek, which is why they went to such extreme lengths to obtain a copy of every known work, even placing all books which arrived in the port of their city under embargo until copies could be made. By conceiving this idea, the ancient Greeks also had to have conceived the opposite idea, that such a memory could be lost--a new, literate version of the universal myth of the fall or of the apocalypse. That is, the ancient experiment in the creation of collections of texts that could even attempt to include everything that had ever been written in the history of the world changed our mental landscape forever, and so did the idea that the entire memory of the human race was vulnerable to complete erasure. And because there really were attempts in the library at Alexandria to include at least Greek translations of the great works of other cultures and religions, notably the great books of the Jews, it has become possible, at least by our twenty-first century, for libraries to fulfil a new socio-political role as symbolising a cosmopolitan and tolerant ideal.
              This is ideal represented by the ancient library of Alexandria in, for example, the Spanish movie Agora (2009). The thoughtful actress Rachel Weisz leapt at the role of Hypatia, an Egyptian Greek scholar in the fourth century AD. Hypatia was the daughter of the Euclidean mathematician Theon, alongside whom she worked at the library of Alexandria. In the film she attempts—in vain—to save the library’s unique collections from destruction when the Roman administration allows angry Christians to destroy the institutions symbolising what they regarded as abominable pagan lore. But in this twenty-first century reading, Hypatia virtually personifies the library, as representative of an admirable,  questioning, science-based intellectual culture failing to withstand the arrival of an ignorant and fundamentalist strain of Christian religion. Weisz has said that she was attracted to the role because the science and philosophy physically embodied in Hypatia as she worked at the library represent at least the possibility of a tolerant multicultural future for humankind.  Weisz claims that the film is ‘about today’, because the conflict it portrays is analogous to the struggle in America of ‘Christian fundamentalism vs. science.’ Hypatia stands for ‘teaching Darwinian evolutionary theory or stem cell research’. She is ’trying to come to grips with our place in the universe and she’s thinking not existentially of herself, she’s thinking of the planet Earth… it’s a humanist film’.[17] 
I do not know whether Weisz, any more than the scriptwriter Mateo Gil Rodríguez and the film’s director, Alejandro Amenábar (who also collaborated on the script), are aware of Hypatia’s cultural lineage. Their female intellectual lead is a direct descendant of the heroine of Charles Kingsley’s Hypatia of 1853, a novel which first put her on the map of popular culture as a romantic figure.[18] Paradoxically, for Kingsley, Hypatia and her library did not so much represent Greek humanism as his own brand of highly adversarial and combative theology; he reassures us that his pagan Hypatia does indeed convert to an esoteric brand of Christianity before she is destroyed. But Kingsley’s ‘muscular Christianity’, although embracing science and celebrating sex, was anything but tolerant towards other denominations and religions. It was a strident polemic against Roman Catholicism and High-Church Anglicanism, the ‘New Foes with an Old Face’ of its alternative title.
Kingsley’s novel was enormously popular, and produced several spin-offs in the Victorian theatre, including a famous stage adaptation performed at the Theatre Royal, Haymarket, in 1893. The novel, the plays and the recent movie all describe the Library of Alexandria and the woman who represents it in very similar terms. The fall of the library is epitomised by the sadistic assault on Hypatia’s inevitably beautiful, fragile, papyrus-like white body, finally narrated in Kingsley’s chapter 29. But readers have first met her in chapter 2, evocatively entitled ‘A dying world’, which finds the heroine at work in ‘that famous library’, which ‘towered up, the wonder of the world, its white roof bright against the rainless blue; and beyond it, among the ridges and pediments of noble buildings, a broad glimpse of the bright blue sea.’ Hypatia is as beautiful as her environment:

                       Her features, arms, and hands were of the severest and grandest type of old Greek beauty, at once showing everywhere the high development of the bones, and covering them with that firm, round, ripe outline, and waxy morbidezza of skin, which the old Greeks owed to their continual use not only of the bath and muscular exercise, but also of daily unguents. There might have seemed to us too much sadness in that clear gray eye; too much self- conscious restraint in those sharp curved lips; too much affectation in the studied severity of her posture as she read, copied, as it seemed, from some old vase or bas-relief. But the glorious grace and beauty of every line of face and figure would have excused, even hidden those defects, and we should have only recognised the marked resemblance to the ideal portraits of Athene which adorned every panel of the walls.

When we hear Hypatia’s thoughts in this section of Kingsley’s novel (and its later imitations), she is contemplating the destruction of the library that she now fears is imminent: she visualises in her mind the smashing of the statues: ‘The libraries are plundered. The alcoves are silent.’ She pledges to ‘struggle to the last against the new and vulgar superstitions of a rotting age, for the faith of my forefathers, for the old gods, the old heroes, the old sages who gauged the mysteries of heaven and earth..’.
              Of course Hypatia herself, as a Greek-speaker, did not call the library a ‘library’, but a bibliothēkē, a ‘place to put rolls made out of papyrus (byblos)’. This Greek word itself was not the sole contender: we might instead have inherited the word bibliophylakion, used in Greek of the royal archives in Egypt, which as a place to guard papyri rather than just put them might have been preferred by a certain stereotype of the possessive librarian.  The Greek word which came to be universally used in antiquity, however, is preferred in German (Bibliothek), Russian (библиотека), French, Spanish, Italian and many others. The English word has different resonances: its root is liber, the ancient term for the skin, bark or rind of plants. It was used to designate the thin rind of the ancient Egyptian papyrus,[19] and eventually, much as the term for tree-trunk caudex was adopted in the word for a codex, the bark itself, the liber (with a short ‘i’), became the book. But our idea of the library in English-speaking lands is ultimately if unconsciously affected by our adoption of a word from another semantic root than the factual, descriptive bibliothēkē
              There has been considerable confusion between the idea of books and the foliage-related Roman god Līber Pater, whose name was connected with the root līber where the ‘i’ is long, an adjective which means ‘free’: Līber Pater, associated with adult rights to free speech, was a favourite of the plebeian class and the recipient of the great festival of the Līberalia on March 17th.  But the false etymology, disguised by the variation in length of that vowel ‘i’, seems already to have been causing problems in antiquity, since Līber Pater is often depicted with accoutrements which remind the viewer of botanical bark. A fine example comes from Dacia in modern Romania, the last province to be added to the Roman Empire and one of the first to leave it. The capital of Dacia was Apulum, where a major sanctuary and statue of the Roman god Līber Pater has been discovered: his thyrsus is clearly decorated with bark.[20] And in English-speaking lands, the visual rather than aural similarity between the words library, liberty, liberalism and liberal arts has been one of the most ideologically potent results of a completely false etymology that can be imagined. I speak as a regular use of the online and alliteratively entitled Library of Liberty.
                 We have already noted the possibility that Julius Caesar saw the potential of libraries as a tool or at least adornment of empire. But he is also one of the several putative villains in the longstanding and multiply authored mystery tale Who Destroyed the Library of Alexandria? (the other main suspects are anti-intellectual Christian bishops in the years after the death of Hypatia and the Arabs in the 7th century AD).[21] Caesar has therefore sometimes been seen in a more philistine light.  In Act II of Bernard Shaw’s Caesar and Cleopatra, there is a dialogue in the royal palace of Alexandria between Julius Caear and Theodotus of Chios, an historical figure whom Shaw found in Plutarch’s Life of Brutus 33.3 and the surviving summary of Livy book 112. Theodotus is characterised as an unscrupulous rhetorician and tutor to the young King Ptolemy; he is also one of the opportunist and brutal murderers of Pompey.  Theodotus brings news to Julius Caesar that fire has spread from his ships and the ‘library of Alexandria is in flames.’ Caesar’s response is simply, ‘Is that all?’ Theodotus is incredulous, outraged: ‘All! Caesar: will you go down to posterity as a barbarous soldier too ignorant to know the value of books?’ Caesar answers that although he is an author himself, ‘it is better that the Egyptians should live their lives than dream them away with the help of books.’ The dialogue continues:

THEODOTUS                                   What is burning there is the memory of mankind.
CAESAR                                A shameful memory. Let it burn.
THEODOTUS (wildly).       Will you destroy the past?
CAESAR                                Ay, and build the future with its ruins. But harken, Theodotus, teacher of kings: you who valued Pompey's head no more than a shepherd values an onion, and who now kneel to me, with tears in your old eyes, to plead for a few sheepskins scrawled with errors. I cannot spare you a man or a bucket of water just now; but you shall pass freely out of the palace.

This tragicomic scene crystallises the tensions surrounding the legend of the destruction of the great ancient library at Alexandria, and metonymically the idea of the library defined far more widely. Shaw here puts his finger on the psychological wounds which lie just beneath the charged symbolism of the lost library of Alexandria and of all lost libraries everywhere.
             The context is imperialism—indeed, the advance into North-East Africa of the Roman Empire, destined to become the greatest Empire the west had ever yet seen.  Ethnicity is a crucial issue; Shaw has Caesar refer to the users of the library not as Ptolemaic or Macedonian Greeks but rather patronisingly as ‘Egyptians’, a term which bore a particular meaning to an audience of Britons at the play’s premiere in 1898; their armed forces had themselves bombarded and ruined Alexandria in 1882 and were currently occupying the country. But Shaw also sets up a series of antitheses which the idea of the library triggers in his ancient interlocutors’ minds: memory versus action, the past versus the future, vicarious experience versus first-hand experience of life, dream versus reality, the rights to survival of living humans over the right to survival of the thoughts of dead humans, recorded on the skin of dead animals.  Even the toxic issue of social class is lightly touched upon:  Theodotus suggests that Caesar, unlike cultured Greek teachers of rhetoric, is but an ignorant, barbarous soldier: Caesar retorts that Theodotus’ cavalier attitude to Pompey’s life reduces him to the status of a shepherd. Here the contrasting images also insinuate the conflict between war and peace, the man of action versus the passive recluse, the soldier’s weapon and the shepherd’s staff, between European war stories and European pastoral.
In this scene, the ancient library becomes a sign of infinitely more than a collection, however large, of papyrus rolls. The destruction of the library of Alexandria—whoever was really responsible—becomes over-determined: it must vanish because the tensions it crystallised have never yet been resolved. It is evidence that time can never be reversed because the dead are divided by silence from the living, even as it transcends time in representing a form of dialogue between them. It takes on a quasi-metaphysical status. Just as the Sumerians called libraries ‘the ordainers of the universe’,[22] the Romans could even envisage the goddesses who determine human destiny, the Parcae or Fates, as librarians: in the fifth century AD the late pagan writer Martianus Capella described the Parcae as ‘librarians of the gods and the guardians of their archive, ‘utpote librariae Superum archivumque custodes’ (1.65).
The Library as an idea does indeed unify opposites: like rhetoric, it has no immanent ethics, no immanent qualities of virtue or vice, but is a tool which can both liberate and oppress.  Bernard Shaw had of course not read Michel Foucault’s The Archaeology of Knowledge (1969), in which book collections or archives of any kind were subjected to their first major critique as institutions for the collation of knowledge, created by mechanisms of power, and further reinforcing the exercise of that power. Shaw did not know that by the late 20th century there would emerge a powerful feminist and postcolonial suspicion of the universal, monolithic repository of knowledge. He did not know that people would claim the impossibility in any ideologically conflicted world, let alone a truly democratic one, of a single institution accommodating the inevitably antithetical subjectivities of its inhabitants. Nor had George Eliot read Foucault when in Middlemarch (1874) she made the library of the classical pedant Edward Casaubon stand for everything that which prevented the flowering of real intellectual enquiry, let along love, in the education-starved Dorothea’s soul.           
When he claimed that Alexandria was the cultural capital of the world by founding its library in the early 3rd century BC, Ptolemy I Soter had certainly not read Foucault any more than Eliot or Shaw. Ancient creators of libraries were always either very powerful (like Ptolemy or Trajan) or just rich (like Pliny): for equally obvious reasons, they always presented the creation of a library, whether public or private, as a self-evidently good thing.  They would all have decried the destruction of the libraries of Alexandria or anywhere else in univocal chorus with Shaw’s brutal hyper-intellectual professor of rhetoric, Theodotus of Chios. Most of voices we can hear from antiquity, almost by definition the voices of well-read men, talked about libraries only in ways which imply that they improved and refined the quality of their own literary outputs. The orator and philosopher Cicero greatly valued his own collection of books and regarded the library as the ‘mind’ or ‘brain’ of a household (ad Atticum IV.8). The famed rhetorical teacher and literary critic Longinus was described wholly flatteringly by Eunapius in his Lives of the Sophists (456 B) as a ‘living library (bibliothēkē empsychos) and a walking museum’.  So it is important to ask whether there were, in fact, voices in ancient Greek or Latin which ever foreshadowed Shaw’s Caesar or Foucault in suggesting that there might be negative consequences for culture or civilisation—politically, intellectually, or aesthetically negative--in the uncritical adulation of libraries. Did the ancients ever ask whether the existence of libraries might actually be detrimental to the kind of writing and scholarship which were produced by the culture which had created these collections, let alone detrimental to its emotional and spiritual health?
The answer is ‘yes, a few’. When it comes to historiography, there is one early voice raised loudly against the use of libraries by the writer. It is the voice of Polybius, a Greek from Arcadia who rose to prominence at Rome at the time of the Republic in the 2nd century BC, and travelled incessantly. In his Histories he launched an assault on an earlier Greek historian, Timaeus of Sicily. Timaeus is said to have spent four decades in Athenian libraries writing a massive 40-book Histories of Greece from earliest times to the Punic Wars. Polybius has at least two axes to grind against Timaeus, one political and one more private and Oedipal, but even so, what he says about libraries reveals in the ancient discourse one strand to which we rarely have access (Polybius 12.27):
Nature has given us two instruments, as it were, by the aid of which we inform ourselves and inquire about everything. These are hearing and sight, and of the two sight is much more veracious… Now, Timaeus enters on his inquiries by the pleasanter of the two roads, but the inferior one. For he entirely avoids employing his eyes and prefers to employ his ears. Now the knowledge derived from hearing being of two sorts, Timaeus diligently pursued the one, the reading of books, as I have above pointed out, but was very remiss in his use of the other, the interrogation of living witnesses. It is easy enough to perceive what caused him to make this choice. Inquiries from books may be made without any danger or hardship, provided only that one takes care to have access to a town rich in documents or to have a library near at hand. After that one has only to pursue one's researches in perfect repose and compare the accounts of different writers without exposing oneself to any hardship. Personal inquiry, on the contrary, requires severe labour and great expense, but is exceedingly valuable and is the most important part of history.
Polybius certainly had a point: how many of us have had our perspectives altered on a poem or historical event by visiting a physical place related to it or talking to an eye-witness? The experimental although different ways in which the traveller Herodotus and the soldier Thucydides write history, in an era before libraries on any scale and with few predecessors in historiography, might have become severely compromised if they had stayed in Athens all their adult lives.
When it comes to poetry rather than prose, there were also a few who seem to have believed that libraries were not always beneficial to the artistic quality of new works produced.  The most famous of all is the Sceptical Pyrrhonist and satirical poet Timon of Phlius (near Corinth), who spent time in Asia Minor and then Athens. He was a coeval of the famous poets associated with the early decades of the library in Alexandria under Ptolemy II: Theocritus (most famous for his pastoral Idylls), Apollonius (author of our only surviving Greek epic, albeit a short one, on the theme of Jason and the Argonauts), and Callimachus.  The independent-minded Timon despised their great project of editing all the text of the old poets, along with Zenodotus, the first librarian and ‘corrector’ or critical editor (diorthōtēs) of Homer. When Timon was asked by Aratus how best to obtain the ‘pure’ text of Homer, he replied that the only way would be ‘If we could find the old copies, and not those with modern emendations’. 
Timon, who was not financially supported at Alexandria, sarcastically expressed his views on its library in another famous quip. This is traditionally translated, ‘Many are feeding in populous Egypt, scribblers on papyrus, ceaselessly wrangling in the bird-cage of the Muses’ (fr. 12 Diels, quoted in Athenaeus  1.22d).  Timon’s brilliant image was often understood as deriding this generation of versifiers as unimpressive poetasters who were salaried but caged, suggesting that they were somehow censored by the blue pencil of the autocratic Ptolemy family. It is true that these poets were very self-conscious about their craft, and discussed their disagreements within their poems. But Alan Cameron has argued that the famous image of the cage is a misleading translation of the talaros of the Muses, which means something plaited out of twigs or wicker, but usually in the shape of a dish, and therefore is more likely to suggest ‘nest’ than ‘cage’.[23] The image is, rather, of rivalrous chicks in a nest, trying to out-squawk each other to get the most feed.  It may also be relevant that the term talaros is often used of women’s work-baskets, especially those containing wool ready for weaving, thus implying that these dependent poets are or have become somehow effeminised. The possibly unmanly poets, who are being financially supported in Ptolemy’s library and guzzling his food, are all scribbling on the papyri, but are also, of their own free will, vying for attention and stipends, perhaps in contrast to Timon’s own far more independent and freely-spoken satires. These, interestingly, did not survive for us to read in more than pitiful quotations. Perhaps not enough librarians believed that they were worth copying out for posterity,
            Yet the most important question here is this: might we have enjoyed better poetry from these men if they had not been so immersed in the contents of the library, let alone so focussed on praising the monarchy which bankrolled it? The aesthetic and the political became entwined in early Alexandria in a wholly new way, completely different from the panegyric literature of earlier praise poets such as Pindar and Bacchylides, precisely because of the presence of all those old books. The weight of the past Hellenic literary tradition necessarily exerted an influence over the new poetry of the new political order.  That first generation of Hellenistic poets certainly produced fascinating new mixtures of pre-existing genres, and created new and sometimes striking aesthetic effects in the process. In the case of Theocritus, the dialogue-rich pastoral poem, whose subject-matter is actually poetics, is perhaps the one truly original type of poetry to have emerged from the library. But almost as quickly as Ptolemy had brought the great poets of his new empire to its headquarters in Alexandria, innovation in Greek poetry ceased almost altogether;  the only genre in which really experimental advances are subsequently perceptible is the epigram. The tonal variety of late epigram is indeed remarkable. In 1975, Tony Harrison published his translation of a selection of epigrams by Palladas, a fourth-century citizen of Alexandria, and one of the last pagan poets, whose uniquely cynical voice Harrison has described as ‘the authentic snarl of a man trapped physically in poverty and persecution, and metaphysically in a deep sense of the futile’.[24]   But this epigrammatic form itself was of course of great antiquity, and had been first brought to one type of sonorous, melancholy perfection centuries before by Simonides of Ceos.
I must tread carefully here. While my own aesthetic taste has always run to larger-scale artistic projects of the archaic oral epic poets and the fifth-century democratic dramatists, there have always been admirers of Hellenistic Greek literature, with its self-consciousness, irony, allusiveness, erudition, and often challenging new juxtapositions of inherited literary tropes. There are many scholars who are not put off by its ideological project, which was to celebrate the new political order, and show how the old poetic forms and themes were adaptable to suit a monarchical society newly centred on the north coast of Africa. Indeed, interest in Hellenistic Greek poetry, much of which was produced at the Alexandrian library, has been massively increased over the last couple of decades, at least within Classical scholarship, for three particular reasons. First, there have been some undeniably exciting new finds on papyrus, especially the poetry book of Posidippus of Pella, which has given us 102 poems by this contemporary of Theocritus, Apollonius and Callimachus, only two of which were known before. This amazing papyrus was not published until 2001: it had been sitting in Milan for many centuries, having been used to wrap an Egyptian mummy in Fayum in about 280 BC (Milan Papyrus P.Mil.Vogl. VIII 309). The second reason for the current high profile of Hellenistic poetry has been the current postcolonial fascination with hybridity, migration and diasporas, which has renewed interest in the whole Ptolemaic project of creating a new Greek cultural metropolis in Egypt, with all the cultural syncretism in relation to indigenous Egyptian religion and ceremonial practices which that entailed. The third reason is more aesthetic—our own postmodern aesthetics are arguably far too welded to past forms of literature: at the cinema, we have entered a whole new age of nostalgia and remakes and pastiches of old movies and television programmes, as if seams of truly new creativity have run dry.[25] Our current obsession with endless recycling of inherited artefacts inevitably makes us relate to the highly wrought, allusive pseudo-archaic Hymns of Callimachus, or the whimsical, precious response to the atavistic genre of dactylic hexameter epic in Apollonius’ Argonautica
The fourth reason for the increased recent interest in Alexandrian literature connected with the library is that it has become all too clear to scholars of Latin literature that many of their greatest poets, from Catullus and Virgil to Propertius, Horace and Ovid, themselves were responding at every turn to the Hellenistic Greeks. Studying Callimachus and his coevals can therefore only enhance our understanding of the Augustans, who so admired them.  What the Roman poets heard in the Alexandrians was an allusiveness, a sophisticated knowingness, a style, a grace, a literariness, the appeal of the miniature, of chiaroscuro, of studied asymmetry, and a delicate, refined sensibility. They yearned to make these qualities possible using the much smaller vocabulary, rougher consonants and more limited metrical precedents available in their Latin tongue. To do so, they needed books to fertilise their poetic imaginations and refine their literary sensibilities: Catullus implies that the personal library he needed to help him write poems contained a myriad of texts (68.36). In order to write satire, Horace felt he needed copies of Plato, Menander, Eupolis and Archilochus at hand, as well as creative energy (2.3.11-12).  By the mid-first century BC, Greek Literature had been in existence for at least seven centuries, but literature in Latin for not much more than two, and the simple quantitative difference between the outputs in the two languages must have become painfully obvious with the opening of the first public Roman libraries in the early Augustan era, especially as it was customary to shelve works in the two languages separately, often in quite different rooms. The Augustan poets consciously strove to fill up the ‘Latin’ shelves erected for the desired new Latin canon with their new works. Their frequent claims to having deserved immortality, or to being heirs and descendants of the Alexandrians bards, underline how much the existence of libraries was encouraging them to compose.[26]
 In doing so, I can’t help thinking that their achievement was far greater than that of the scribblers out-twittering and out-smarting one another in the financial safety of Ptolemaic birds’ nest.  One day, moreover, those old mythical themes really would run out of steam, as Juvenal vituperates in the famous opening to the first of his Satires. He can’t stand listening any more to all that old stuff about Theseus, Telephus, and Orestes, the grove of Mars and the cave of Vulcan, Aeacus and the golden fleece: all the new poems on these themes, he snorts, are just so much wasted paper. But Juvenal may have put his finger on at least part of the reason why these themes proved so difficult to dislodge and replace—or at least supplement—with new ones. Under Ptolemaic monarchs or Roman emperors alike, the old stories were the safest:  you don’t have to worry about incurring the wrath of the mighty if you stick eternally, however inventively, with the heroic adventures of Aeneas or Achilles.
            If I have come perilously close to claiming that the emergence of great libraries of literature had a hand in killing off Greek poetry, I need to stress that I am convinced that they were a crucial  fertilising agent for many genres of scholarly prose—geography, scientific treatises, biography, Lucianic dialogue. The third director of the Alexandrian Library, for example, and the successor of the poet Callimachus, was Eratosthenes of Cyrene, an incomparable geographer who succeeded in calculating the circumference of our planet to within fifty miles. It is almost inconceivable that Claudius Ptolemy could ever have made the advances in astronomy which resulted in his Almagest (more correctly known as his Mathēmatikē Syntaxis) without the earlier treatises on cosmology, trigonometry and geometry which he could consult in the libraries of Roman Egypt. But I am also convinced that the libraries of the ancient Greek world, which may have stifled innovation in Greek poetry, were a crucial fertilising agent for poetry in Latin. For by 30 BC, the time of the deaths of the last Ptolemies on the Egyptian throne, Cleopatra VII and her son by Julius Caesar, Ptolemy Caesar or ‘Caesarion’, the Romans were implementing ‘the most momentous cultural appropriation that has ever taken place anywhere in the world. They conducted the wholesale transfer of the major elements of Hellenic religion, myth, legend, philosophy, literature, manners, customs, and plastic arts to Roman setting and their translation into a Roman idiom, through which they have come down to us.’[27]
            In order to illustrate this conviction, I want to explore two poems by Ovid, written nearly three centuries later than Callimachus. When Ovid wrote them he had been sent into exile, as punishment for some misdemeanour closely connected with his love poetry, to Tomi, now Constanta in Romania. The idea of the library, for Ovid, had indeed become representative of civilisation as a whole. The first and last poem of the third book of his Tristia could never have been written without the abstract idea of the library, as well his memories of concrete libraries at Rome, although part of the bitter point Ovid is making is that in the Euxine he is desperately deprived of intellectual stimulus of any kind whatever.
The first poem of the book mostly takes the form of a speech by the book itself. The book, like Ovid, is homeless, and desperately seeking a library shelf on which to settle: it opens by addressing the reader as if s/he is a person in the street from whom the animate book is asking for directions (Tristia 3.1.1-4):

‘I’m a frightened new arrival in town, a book sent here by an exile;
            Please lend me a gentle hand, dear reader: I’m exhausted.
Don’t cringe away from me, in case I bring shame upon you:
            Not one verse on this paper teaches anything about love.’

The book is shabby and lame, with one pace longer than the other, and begs to be excused: ‘perhaps it’s my elegiac metre, or perhaps the length of my journey.’ But despite its tatty appearance and elegiac limp, the volume succeeds in finding one man who can point out the libraries of Rome.  At this chronological moment there were three public libraries, and Ovid’s poetry book visits each of them in turn. First it approaches the Palatine Hill, home of the Temple of Apollo, with its library that had been established by Augustus himself. This library refuses the book entrance. Then the book fails to be allowed into the Library at the Portico of Octavia, Augustus’ sister. Third and last, the book is refused entrance to the oldest of the three, the library in the Atrium Libertatis, created by Gaius Asinius Pollio and opened no later than early in the year 28 BC. Ovid’s poem shows is a literary reflection of the truth that the great public libraries of Rome partly functioned if obliquely, as instruments of censorship.[28]
The trope of the literary tour of central Rome was not itself Ovid’s own poetic invention. The most famous of all examples comes in Aeneid 8, when  Evander shows Aeneas and Ascanius round the site of the future Rome, the grove of Romulus, the wolf’s cave, the Tarpeian rock and the capitol, ‘now all gold, but once bristling with wild thorns’. Evander himself lives in poverty, surrounded by cattle lowing where the Roman Forum would later stand. What is so brilliant about Ovid’s version, however, is that the tour is from the viewpoint of a book of poetry, and is focussed primarily on the libraries rather than the most imposing landmarks of Rome. The Romans loved to think about how their great city had transformed the simple rural environment: Ovid displaces that primitive poverty from the temporal past to his spatial place of exile, among the nearly bookless and completely library-less Getae. Yet the very simplicity of this poetry, its straightforward emotional voice and absence of dense mythological allusions, have perhaps only become possible in an environment where books are so scarce. Perhaps, just perhaps, the idea of the library is more generative for literature than the actual contents of the library itself.
            To underline this intuition, I conclude with the final elegy of the same book by Ovid, Tristia 3.14. It is addressed to some kind of senior librarian, perhaps to be understood as working at one of those four libraries which Ovid’s personified book itself had approached in the first poem of this cycle. Augustus died in 14 AD, to be replaced by the Emperor Tiberius, and Ovid died about three years later: we do not know the exact date of Tristia 3. But we do happen to know the name of the man whom Tiberius appointed, at some point before 37 AD, to the august office of Commissioner of Libraries as well as the less well-defined role of ‘adviser’: Tiberius Iulius Pappus, a freeborn Roman citizen from the Greek East. This super-librarian’s tomb inscription survives, having been discovered east of Rome on the Via Praenestina.[29]  It is just possible that the august post may not have existed during Ovid’s lifetime, but its creation soon after his death indicates the cultural power which the men in charge of the imperial book collections were already accumulating. Ovid’s voice from the Pontus was addressed to a man or men just like Commissioner Pappus:

To the Keeper and Overseer of Learned Men:
          Sir, what have you done to help me as my friend?
You used to sing my praises when I was I was a ‘safe’ poet;
Do you do still do anything to make sure I don’t disappear altogether?    
Do you do anything to obtain my poems (except for the ones about the ‘Arts’
which did so much damage to their author).
Actually, what I want to say is this: I beg you, as an enthusiast for new poets,
          To do anything in your power to keep my corpus of work in town.
I was sentenced to exile, but no exile sentence was passed on my books.
          They don’t deserve to be punished along with their master.
Fathers are often enough deported to remote shores,
          But their children are still allowed to live in town.
Like Pallas Athene, my poems were born from me without a mother;
          They’re of my family line; they’re my descendants.
Into your hands I commend them: the longer they’re deprived of their father,
          The heavier a burden they’ll prove to you as their guardian.
Three of my children have been laid low by my infection:
          Make sure that the rest of the rabble are looked after by you publicly.       There are also fifteen volumes of metamorphosed forms,
Songs seized from their master at his last rites.
That work might have gained a more secure reputation
          If I’d put the finishing touches to it before I met my end.
Now it has arrived on people’s lips unrevised,
--that is, if anything of mine is on their lips at all.
Add this little something to my books, as well:
          it is delivered to you from a distant world.
I don’t know whether anyone will read it, but if anyone does,
he needs to bear in mind when and where it was composed.
He’ll be fair-minded about poems he realises were written
during a period of exile in a barbarous place.
 And he’ll be astonished that in such adversity I produced any poem at all,
trying to keep writing in my hand of sorrow.
My problems have destroyed my talent;  it wasn’t even that
abundant before, and flowed only in a small trickle.
But whatever it was once, it’s run away since nobody kept it working,
          and dried up completely in this farflung place.
There are few books here to entice or nourish me;
          the sounds are made by bows and weaponry instead of books.
In this country, if I recite my poems, there’s nobody around
who can listen to them with any comprehension or discernment.
There’s nowhere for me to be alone.  The guards on the wall
          and the bolted gates keep out the restive Getae.
I often try to remember a word, a name, a place-name,
but there’s no-one I can ask to check that I am right.
I often try to put something into words, but I’m ashamed to say
          that the words elude me; I have un-learned how to speak.
I’m virtually surrounded by the sound of the Thracian and Scythian languages;
I’m convinced I could write in Getic metres.
Believe me, I’m scared that you’ll read Pontic words in my writings,
          all mixed up with the Latin ones.
And so, please deem this little book, however mediocre, worthy of indulgence;
          excuse it on the ground of the fate which has befallen me.

This  a great poem in its own right. It is clear, emotionally authentic, elegiac expression of cultural isolation, intellectual loneliness and the poet’s terror of his works falling into instant and permanent oblivion. It is written in concise, beautiful Latin, the plangent effect of which my humdrum translation fails to convey. But it is also, to my mind, the most profound statement of the importance of libraries to have survived from antiquity. In closing book 3 of his Tristia with this direct appeal to the ‘Keeper of Learned Men’ back in Rome, while lamenting the problems of keeping his poetic creativity alive in the absence of the culture of the library, Ovid’s voice speaks as none other from Mediterranean antiquity of the vital symbolic role that great book collections played in its imaginative life.

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[1] MacLeod (1974).
[2] E.g. Berti and Costa (2010) ch. 5.
[3] See Sanders (1973); Magness (2002).
[4] Smith (1990).
[5] Koch (1934) p. 246.
[6] Sat. 484; see Starr (1987).
[7] Houston (2008) p. 248.
[8] Pseudo-Plutarch, Lives of the Ten Orators, ‘Lycurgus’. 841F; see Hall (2006) p. 51.
[9] The image is also reproduced and discussed in greater detail in Hall (2010).
[10] See Sider (1990).
[11] Herodorus in Die Fragmente der griechischen Historiker ed. F. Jacoby, F 434, transl. A. Smith at www.attalus.org/translate/memnon1.html.
[12] Anon. (1936).  
[13] Stevens (1949). On the many different functions served in antiquity by libraries, see especially Too (2010).
[14] Wilberg (1953).
[15] See Sherwin-White (1966) pp. 102-6.
[16] Dix (1996) 85.
[17] http://collider.com/rachel-weisz-interview-agora-face-value-the-invisible-x/29455/
[18] Kingsley was not, of course, the first to adopt Hypatia as a heroine and indeed mouthpiece in the wars of between different religious groups, and between religious people and freethinkers, from the Enlightenment onwards. In the wake of his novel, however, numerous plays which made Hypatia the centre of a love-interest were written, especially in German, by e.g. the Gräfin Adele Bredow and the dramatist Arnold Beer (both 1878).
[19]  See Pliny 13.11.21, § 69: antea non fuisse chartarum usum. In palmarum foliis primo scriptitatum, dein quarundam arborum libris.
[20] Haynes et al. (2005).
[21] On this longstanding scholarly conundrum, see the widely divergent views expressed in the highly readable study by Canfora (1990) and in Mojsov (2010).
[22] Fischer (2005) p. 25.
[23] Cameron (1995) p. 32.
[24] Harrison (1984) p. 10.
[25] Jameson (1998) pp. 15-17.
[26] Horsfall (1993).
[27] Rodenbeck (2001-2) p. 535.
[28] Marshall (1976) pp. 262-3.
[29] Houston (2008) pp. 250-8.