2023-03-05

Waxing Lyrical

Ah, the lyre. The thing which people singing to gave us the words of a song, or 'lyric'. I've been playing my lyre for several years now, and constant practice has got me to the point where I am only slightly worse than Cacaphonix the Bard. However, the lyre itself is an under-appreciated instrument. Firstly, rather like the English language (which is another instrument in a way), the lyre is easy to learn for the basics but fiendishly difficult to use well. So one can twang out a decent tune after a few hours practise, and then spend a lifetime improving on that.

Fortunately there's more opportunity to practice than with most instruments, especially if you live in a place with a lot of outdoors. My lyre has travelled hundreds of kilometres in a backpack and been played on mountaintops, in forest clearings and on lakeshore campsites. Since there's only the occasional raccoon to complain about the racket (Orpheus I am not) the only issue with outdoor practice is getting the instrument to the practice site. Oh, and keeping fingers warm if the inspiring scenery is at -15c, as on a recent occasion. You can't play a lyre in gloves.

It's no wonder ancient shepherds liked the lyre. It's an any time, any place sort of instrument. A piano is rooted to the spot, a violin is sensitive to changes of temperature and pressure – and don't try playing it in the rain. Even the ubiquitous guitar is bulky and finikity in comparison. My one complaint is the same as that difficulty which ancient shepherds probably encountered millennia ago. Plucking the strings just right requires exactly shaped fingernails. I broke a thumbnail handling firewood this week and my middle notes have not sounded right since.

2023-02-04

Settling into 2023 (AD & BC)

Winter has my corner of the mountains firmly in its grip. Among the snowy slopes I can traverse in snowshoes is the one in the front garden where it is now possible to walk right up on to the roof. (And the cat does that on occasion to supervise us as we shovel off the snow from there.)

However January is also that time when new projects are discussed and editors start getting militant about manuscripts due in the spring. At present it looks as though I'll be working on three books this year - my own oft-delayed biography of Medea, another visit to the city of ancient Rome (whose streets I literally know better than those of the small town in which I dwell), and another project still covered by an NDA of which more later. Overall then, just as well that icy roads and deep sub-zero temperatures keep me at the computer or doing research while sitting by the fire. Another benefit of winter is that several meters of snow on the lawn puts gardening out of the question.

Occasionally someone asks whether I am running out of things to write about in the ancient world. Just the opposite - the more time I spend there, the more fascinating stuff comes to light that just has to be shared. Right now indexing is under way of a follow-up book to the very successful Lost and Forgotten Peoples of the Ancient World.

This one is Lost and Forgotten Cities of the Ancient World, and it has involved some fascinating reading on the origins of urbanization and the ingenious ways that archaeologists have developed to find and examine these lost cities. It's a fascinating mixture of science and romance, and it familiarized me with places that were barely names beforehand. Places like Mardaman, Glanum, Pavlopetri and the truly wonderful Catalhoyuk.

Thanks to the internet it's often possible to virtually wander the streets of these lost places and examine 3-D artifacts thousands of years old. I keep imagining what it must have been like to visit while those streets were bustling with life - and more frighteningly, what the streets of home might look like to archaeologists of millennia hence.

2023-01-05

New Year? Where did the old one go?

And just like that … it's 2023. I'm still rather in shock about this sudden change of date, because mentally I'm still in mid-2022. They say that time flies when you are having fun, and it must be admitted that - while most of the world seems to have been going to hell in a handbasket -it's been a pretty good year in my corner of the woods.

For a start I've had some great projects to work on. The sequel to 'Lost and Forgotten Peoples of the Ancient World' is 'Lost and Forgotten Cities of the Ancient World' and that one has been as challenging and as much fun as its predecessor. Then my account of the Cimbric invasion of Italy came out with Pen & Sword, and the second in that two-book contract 'Julius Caesar in Egypt' will be out this year. All this has pushed my pet project – a biography of Medea – rather to the side, though I have got her to Corinth where she is getting the divorce from hell with Jason.

At this point, it's also time to step back and salute you, the readers, who have once again made it possible for me to follow my passion and who have been exploring the ancient world with me. Thanks so much for the positive feedback all year on the books, and for the lively responses to postings on my Facebook page. As long as you keep enjoying what I write, I'm going to keep writing it.

Another reason for keeping the news turned off is because when some free time was available in 2022, we headed straight out into the wilderness. There's some backwoods trails I now know by heart, and we broke new ground on others. There's been a new kayak to test on local lakes, snowshoe routes to explore, and when it's been to wet or blizzardy outside, there's always the kitchen to play in. 2022 was the year I mastered the chipatti, and after getting a French bread pan for Christmas, I plan to spend January working on that. It will be 2024 long before I've got to grips with 2023.

2022-12-05

Winter's back...

See how Soracte stands against the sullen sky;
Groaning loud, the snow-piled trees bow
Chained with frost the river's flow

Heap high the logs and melt the cold:
And barman, draw the wine we ask
A mellow Sabine from a four-year cask

The future leave to Jupiter,
Who will still the tempest's roar
And shake the ash and cypress trees
no more.

That's Horace in Odes 1.9. Soracte was a mountain beside the Tiber just outside Rome. While Horace's mountain is ten thousand miles and two thousand years ago, the words describe my present reality. Just yesterday I crossed a plank bridge over a frozen stream while walking through a forest where the weight of snow has bowed the young cedar trees almost double.

Then we retired to a local hostelry where there was indeed a roaring fire, and we sat beside it warming ourselves not with Sabine wine but rather good Irish coffees. Outside the snow kept coming down and not one mountain but an entire range of them stood against a sky that, if not sullen, was definitely rather grumpy.

One difference was that Horace then goes on to the delights of romance in the coming spring. Looking around the bar at the ski bunnies and their swains, I doubt many in the room were prepared to wait that long. Io Saturnalia!

2022-11-04

Just Write, dammit!

Writing a book is straightforward,yes? Not simple, as anyone who has tried it will testify, but a reasonably unconvoluted process. You research the thing, write it up, send it off, and hopefully a publisher accepts it. Then you're done apart from getting the final printed volume in your hands and accepting the accolades of friends and a grateful public. If only it were so.

My position these days is more fortunate than that of many writers in that I'm an accepted author (having twenty-plus books to my name does that). So to most publishers I'm a known quantity. Therefore a book idea is arrived upon when I or a publishing editor gets an idea and we discuss it until the idea has become a potential book that is writeable -for me – and sellable -for the publisher. This then needs to be hammered out into a contract (usually a Memorandum of Understanding) involving some complex legal issues around copyright and royalties.

The next thing is often a dummy. That is, the publisher wants to sell to other publishers overseas, and those publishers don't want to buy a pig in a poke, so they ask for a sample chapter. On occasion I've had the overseas rights to a book sold before I've even started the introduction. Usually though there's one polished chapter produced before the rest of the book and that serves as a model for the rest.

Writing is less straightforward than it should be because it's done on the writer's schedule. And for many people that means that the writer can evidently make time to do some morning shopping, a bit of gardening, an afternoon bridge game … .Perhaps the worst thing about these people taking unfair advantage of the writer's flexitime is that the main culprit is generally the writer him or herself. Indeed as I write this I have bagels baking in the oven, snow to shovel outside, and at least two publishers breathing down my neck for material on various projects.

And as you can see, we've barely started research for the rest of the book yet …

(continued next month – hopefully. Christmas is another major time sink.)