Lila Macapagal's quest to keep her aunt's ailing restaurant afloat is greatly complicated when a pesky foodblogger dies mid-meal... with Lila as the most likely murder suspect.
One of the things I emphasized in my first post aboutIliad 13 is how it features what we might thing of as the second or third string of Homeric heroes, an Idomeneus and a Meriones who echo other heroic pairs like Achilles and Patroklos, Diomedes and Sthenelos, or Sarpedon and Glaukos. These pairs may echo narrative structures that harken back to Gilgamesh and Enkidu in the Gilgamesh poems and persist to characters like Nisus and Euryalus in Vergil’s Aeneid.
The thematic pairing seems important for these heroes to have the therapon, a ritual assistant who can also be seen as a sacrificial replacement. There’s certainly a hero and sidekick phenomenon going on that’s interesting, but there are interesting psychological possibilities as well. Lenny Muellner has argued, following others, that Achilles and Patrolkos are a mirrored pair, substitutes if not doubles for each other to the extent that the represent the same person.
In addition to the symbolic exploration of identity, these pairs also allow audiences the opportunity to see heroes in friendships. I often wonder if there is some kind of a commentary on figures who don’t have these relationships or for whom they are problematic. In this, I am thinking primarily of Hektor whose relationships with his brother Paris and his countryman Polydamas are fraught at best. Rather than seeing this as an indictment of Hektor, we may see his lack of a double as a feature of his social and political deprivation. Perhaps we are meant to see Hektor as someone who, despite family and city, is essentially alone.
So, part of what I think is happening again in book 13 is an emphasis on the greater possibilities of the Achaean polity: the Greeks can withstand the Trojan onslaught because they have multiple leaders who can stand up and fight when others fall. This contrast with the Trojans is pointed in book 13 where we see Idomeneus and Meriones rally the Greeks against Hektor until he listens to Polydamas’ advice.
But wait, there’s MORE.
Le retour d’Idomédée, oeuvre de Gamelin, Musée des Augustins Palais Niel, Toulouse
I suspect that the rise of Idomeneus in this passage is also about integrating Cretan mythic traditions into the Homeric narrative. Now, to explain this, a little foot work: As Elton Barker and I explore in Homer’s Thebes, the Homeric epics we possess demonstrate some kind of an appropriative relationship with other poetic traditions. Scholars are pretty sure that there were countless heroic traditions rolling around the Greek world prior to the classical age. Part of the success of the Iliad and the Odyssey is the integration of local traditions–also called epichoric–and other narrative patterns into their narratives. The Iliad does this most clearly in the Catalogue of Ships where i realizes a pretty nifty narrative trick: by creating a coalition narrative that brings heroes together from all over the world of Greek audiences to go against a common enemy in the east, the Iliad creates the perfect opportunity to bring those story traditions together and make them work for its narrative. In a slightly different way, the Odyssey does something similar in the stories Odysseus tells in the underworld in book 11: he subordinates other heroic traditions and genealogical traditions to his own story.
This is all part of the Homeric strategy to replace other traditions. As Christos Tsagalis writes in the Oral Palimpsest: “ ‘Homer’ then reflects the concerted effort to create a Pan-Hellenic canon of epic song. His unprecedented success is due…not to his making previous epichoric traditions vanish but to his erasing them from the surface of his narrative while ipso tempore employing them in the shaping of his epics” (2008, xiii). This process separates the local myths from their original context and transforms them into a different vehicle for Panhellenic identities. According to Gregory Nagy (1990:66) “myths that are epichoric…are still bound to the rituals of their native locales, whereas the myths of Panhellenic discourse, in the process of excluding local variations, can become divorced from ritual.”
Crete was an important place within the larger discourse: ancient myth positions Crete as a place of power, due to King Minos; and Greeks of later years had mostly lost the memory of the great Minoan cities on Crete, but not the shape of those memories. The Iliad and the Odyssey, however, seem to present Crete in somewhat different ways. Crete may have been a setting for different versions of the Odyssey.
There’s a minor debate about how many cities there were in Crete!
Schol. A. ad Il. 2.649
“Others have instead “those who occupy hundred-citied Crete” in response to those Separatists because they say that it is “hundred-citied Crete” here but “ninety-citied” in the Odyssey. Certainly we have “hundred-citied” instead of many cities, or he has a similar and close count now, but in the Odyssey lists it more precisely as is clear in Sophocles. Some claim that the Lakedaimonian founded ten cities.”
“Because the poet sometimes calls Krete “hundred-citied” but at others, “ninety-cited”, Ephorus says that ten cities were founded after the battles at Troy by the Dorians who were following Althaimenes the Argive. But he also says that Odysseus names it “ninety-cities” This argument is persuasive. But others say that ten cities were destroyed by Idomeneus’ enemies. But the poet does not claim that Krete is “hundred-citied” during the Trojan War but in his time—for he speaks in his own language even if it is the speech of those who existed then, just as in the Odyssey when he calls Crete “ninety-citied”, it would be fine to understand it in this way. But if we were to accept that, the argument would not be saved. For it is not likely that the cities were destroyed by Idomeneus’ enemies when he was at war or came home from there, since the poet says that “Idomeneus led to Crete all his companions who survived the war and the sea killed none of them.
He would have mentioned that disaster. For Odysseus certainly would not have known of the destruction of the cities because he had not encountered any of the Greeks either during his wandering or after. And one who accompanied Idomeneus against Troy and returned with him would not have known what happened at home either during the expedition or the return from there. If Idomeneus was preserved with all his companions, he would have come back strong enough they his enemies were not going to be able to deprive him of ten cities. That’s my overview of the land of the Kretans.”
Most readers of early Greek poetry might remember that both Odysseus, in the Odyssey and Demeter, in the Homeric Hymn to Demeter, use Cretan origins as ways to explain why they can speak Greek but are unknown to mainlanders. Crete is just Greek enough to be “Greek”, but foreign enough to mark a Cretan as ‘other’.
From the Suda
“To speak Cretan to Cretans: Since they liars and deceivers”
“To be a Cretan: People use this phrase to mean lying and cheating. And they say it developed as a proverb from Idomeneus the Cretan. For, as the story goes, when there was a disagreement developed about the greater [share] among the Greeks at troy and everyone was eager to acquire the heaped up bronze for themselves, they made Idomeneus the judge. Once he took open pledges from them that they would adhere to the judgments he would make, he put himself in from of all the rest! For this reason, it is called Krêtening.”
There’s a fascinating myth that brings together these traditions of lying with Idomeneus and Achilles’ mother:
Medeia’s Beauty Contest: Fr. Gr. Hist (=Müller 4.10.1) Athenodorus of Eretria
“In the eighth book of his Notes, Athenodorus says that Thetis and Medeia competed over beauty in Thessaly and made Idomeneus the judge—he gave the victory to Thetis. Medeia, enraged, said that Kretans are always liars and she cursed him, that he would never speak the truth just as he had [failed to] in the judgment. And this is the reason that people say they believe that Kretans are liars. Athenodorus adds that Antiokhos records this in the second book of his Urban Legends.”
Of course, in the Odyssey Idomeneus shows up in Odysseus’ lies
Od. 13.256-273
“I heard of Ithaca even in broad Krete Far over the sea. And now I myself have come With these possessions. I left as much still with my children When I fled, because I killed the dear son of Idomeneus, Swift-footed Orsilokhos who surpassed all the grain-fed men In broad Krete with his swift feet Because he wanted to deprive me of all the booty From Troy, over which I had suffered much grief in my heart, Testing myself against warlike men and the grievous waves. All because I was not showing his father favor as an attendant In the land of the Trojans, but I was leading different companions. I struck him with a bronze-pointed spear as he returned From the field, after I set an ambush near the road with a companion. Dark night covered the sky and no human beings Took note of us, I got away with depriving him of life. But after I killed him with the sharp bronze, I went to a ship of the haughty Phoenicians And I begged them and gave them heart-melting payment.”
This is the first ‘lie’ Odysseus tells upon his arrival on Ithaca. He does not know that he is speaking to Athena and a scholiast explains his choices as if he were speaking to a suitor or one who would inform them.
Scholia V ad. Od. 13.267
“He explains that he killed Idomeneus’ son so that the suitors will accept him as an enemy of dear Odysseus. He says that he has sons in Crete because he will have someone who will avenge him. He says that the death of Orsilochus was for booty, because he is showing that he would not yield to this guy bloodlessly. He says that he trusted Phoenicians so that he may not do him wrong, once he has reckoned that they are the most greedy for profit and they spared him.”
One of my favorite recent articles about book 13, by Grace Erny, looks closely at the role Idomeneus and Meriones play in this book. She argues that the depiction of the heroes in this book integrates “competing depictions of the Islands: one where Crete is well integrated into the Panhellenic world of the Achaeans and one where it stands out as a distinct region” (198). In doing so, I think the epic performs or even creates the Cretan dualism I mentioned above. Idomeneus and Meriones are just Greek enough to be part of the Achaean coalition but not so much as to escape the implication of difference and the echo of something perhaps more salacious.
Enry’s article lays out some of the material realities behind these traditions and also trace out the continuity of Crete’s depiction outside of the Iliad. In the latter part of the article, she looks at the relationship between the heroes and the ambiguity about their relative positions. Such ambiguity partners with their descriptions and actions to make it impossible to forget that they are Cretan, both advancing and confirming the Homeric strategy vis a vis Crete.
A starting bibliography on Book 13
n.b this is not an exhaustive bibliography. If you’d like anything else included, please let me know.
Cramer, David. “The wrath of Aeneas: Iliad 13.455-67 and 20.75-352.” Syllecta classica, vol. 11, 2000, pp. 16-33.
Fenno, Jonathan Brian. “The wrath and vengeance of swift-footed Aeneas in Iliad 13.” Phoenix, vol. 62, no. 1-2, 2008, pp. 145-161.
Friedman, Rachel Debra. “Divine dissension and the narrative of the « Iliad ».” Helios, vol. 28, no. 2, 2001, pp. 99-118.
Kotsonas, Antonis. “Homer, the archaeology of Crete and the « Tomb of Meriones » at Knossos.” The Journal of Hellenic Studies, vol. 138, 2018, pp. 1-35. Doi: 10.1017/S0075426918000010
McClellan, Andrew M.. “The death and mutilation of Imbrius in Iliad 13.” Yearbook of Ancient Greek Epic, vol. 1, 2017, pp. 159-174. Doi: 10.1163/24688487-00101007
Nagy, G. 1990. Pindar’s Homer: the Lyric Possession of an Epic Past. Baltimore.
Saunders, Kenneth B.. “The wounds in Iliad 13-16.” Classical Quarterly, N. S., vol. 49, no. 2, 1999, pp. 345-363. Doi: 10.1093/cq/49.2.345
Tsagalis, Christos. 2008. The Oral Palimpsest: Exploring Intertextuality in the Homeric Epics. Hellenic Studies Series 29. Washington, DC: Center for Hellenic Studies.
Fiction: Troubled Waters by Sharon Shinn is first in the “Elemental Blessings” series, a secondary-world fantasy with magic and personality types associated with/linked to elements or combinations thereof. The protagonist, for example, is linked mostly to water, which has a relationship to Change; in her case, she’s part of major political changes. The story begins just after Zoe Ardelay’s father has died. He was a political exile, and Zoe has mostly grown up in an isolated, tiny village. Darien Serlast, one of the king’s advisors, arrives to bring her to the capital city, ostensibly to be the king’s fifth wife. At this point, I was expecting a Marriage of Convenience, possibly with Darien. This did not happen; instead, the first of several shifts in the plot (much like changes in a river’s course over time) sent Zoe off on her own to make new friends. While there is indeed a romance with Darien, eventually, it was secondary to the political plots revolving around the king, the machinations of his wives, and Zoe’s discoveries about her heritage and associated magical abilities. I enjoyed the unexpected twists of the plot, but by the end felt I’d read enough of this world and did not move on to the rest of the series.
A Drop of Corruption by Robert Jackson Bennett is second in a series, Shadow of the Leviathan, but since my library hold on it came in first, I read out of order. As with many mystery series, there was enough background that I had no trouble reading it as a standalone. This secondary world fantasy mystery has genuinely interesting worldbuilding, mostly related to organic technology based on the flesh and blood of strange, metamorphic creatures called Leviathans who sometimes come ashore and wreak destruction. The story revolves around a research facility that works directly with these dangerous corpses and is secretly doing more than is public. Protagonists Dinios Kol and his boss, the eccentric and brilliant detective Ana Dolabra, are sent from the imperial Iudex to an outlier territory, Yarrow, whose economy is structured around organic technology and the research facility known as The Shroud. Yarrow is in the midst of negotiations with the imperial Treasury for a future entry into the Empire when one of the Treasury representatives is murdered. Colonialism and the local feudal system complicate both the plot and the investigation. If you like twists and turns, this is great. There are hints of the Pacific Rim movies (but no mecha) in the leviathans, and of famous detective pairings including Holmes and Watson and Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin, the latter of which the author explicitly mentions in the afterword. (Similarities: Ana likes to stay in one places, is a gourmet of sorts, sends Kol out for information; Kol has a photographic memory and is good at picking up sex partners.)
The Tainted Cup by Robert Jackson Bennett kicks off the Shadow of the Leviathan series. Kol and Ana begin the story in a backwater canton but soon travel to the imperial town that supports the great sea wall and holds back the Titans that invade in the wet season. The worldbuilding and the mystery plot are marvelously layered, and Ana’s eccentricities are classic for a detective. I kept thinking, “he’s putting down a clue, when is someone in this story going to pick it up?” and sometimes, I felt like the pickup took too long. This might have been on purpose, to drag out the tension. As a writer, I was definitely paying attention to the techniques the author used.
Paladin’s Grace by T. Kingfisher is first in the “Saint of Steel” series, which has been recommended to me so many times by this point that I’ve lost count. While the story is serious and begins with an accidental massacre, the dialogue has Kingfisher’s trademark whimsy, irony, and humor. When the supernatural Saint of Steel dies, its holy Paladins are bereft but still subject to a berserker rage no longer guided by the Saint. The survivors are taken in by the Temple of the White Rat and then must…survive. Paladin Stephen feels like a husk who serves the White Rat as requested and knits socks in his downtime until he accidentally saves a young woman from danger and becomes once again interested in living. Grace, a perfumer, fled an abusive marriage and has now stumbled into a murderous plot. Meanwhile, a series of mysterious deaths in the background eventually work their way forward. This was really fun, and I will read more.
Paladin’s Hope by T. Kingfisher is third in the “Saint of Steel” series and features the lich-doctor (coroner) Piper, who becomes entangled with the paladin Galen and a gnole (badger-like sapient), Earstripe, who is investigating a series of very mysterious deaths. Galen still suffers the effects of when the Saint of Steel died, and is unwilling to build relationships outside of his fellow paladins; Piper works with the dead because of a psychic gift as well as other reasons that have led to him walling off his feelings. A high-stress situation helps to break down their walls, though I confess that video-game-like scenario dragged a bit for me. Also, I really wanted to learn a lot more about the gnoles and their society.
Paladin’s Strength by T. Kingfisher is second in the “Saint of Steel” series but arrived third so far as my library holds were concerned; I actually finished it in February but am posting it here so it’s with the other books in the series. This one might be my favorite of the series so far. Istvhan’s level-headedness and emotional intelligence appeal strongly to me. Clara’s strong sense of self made me like her even before the reveal of her special ability (which I guessed ahead of time). They were a well-matched couple, and a few times I actually laughed out loud at their dialogue. I also appreciated seeing different territory and some different cultures in this world. I plan to read the fourth book in this series, and more by this author.
Fanfiction: Wrong on the Internet by selkit is a brief Murderbot (TV) story involving Sanctuary Moon fandom, Ratthi, and SecUnit. It’s hilarious.
I'm still in catch-up mode but I'll recommend a recent episode of Better Offline, "Hater Season: Openclaw with David Gerard," Dunno if he ever checks Dreamwidth anymore but David is probably my favourite tech writer (no offence to Ed Zitron or Paris Marx or even Cathy O'Neil, who are all excellent) mainly as the guy who is right about everything and funny about it. Sometimes you just want to see two haters go at it and this episode is that. It's a little bit of economics, a little bit of debunking Clawdbot/Moltbot a few weeks before the rest of the world caught up. It's basically confirmation of my intuitive reaction to the hype bubble but they explain why my intuitive reaction is correct.
Comment with Just One Thing you've accomplished in the last 24 hours or so. It doesn't have to be a hard thing, or even a thing that you think is particularly awesome. Just a thing that you did.
Feel free to share more than one thing if you're feeling particularly accomplished! Extra credit: find someone in the comments and give them props for what they achieved!
Nothing is too big, too small, too strange or too cryptic. And in case you'd rather do this in private, anonymous comments are screened. I will only unscreen if you ask me to.
I really, really love spelunking in the depths of vintage YouTube, and this clip dates back to somewhere between 1999 and 2003, from a sketch comedy show called Smack the Pony.
You can tell because it says “Smack the Pony” at the top, but mostly because of the exceptionally good resolution on screen here. Woof.
It’s Valentine’s Day weekend, and I hope your pink Halloween candy is delicious, and that you are treating yourselves and the people you love.
The greatest part about Valentine’s Day: the headdesk-y thinkpieces about romance fiction will take a breather. THANK GOODNESS. Until then, the virtual bunker is open with snacks, beverages, cozy and supportive places to sit, and quietude so you can avoid the nonsense for a bit.
I am working from home today. Not really great in my headspace, but the boss will take it away from me if I don't use it and fawn over the ability.
Part of what set me off yesterday was posting my Boss's $35k bonus..but yet I can't get her to her and train me.
I am looking forward to spring. This is always a thing for me. It's why I enjoy doing trips in March. The single digit temps are giving me cabin fever and making my skin so uncomfortable. By May I should know what life will entail and get to my garden. In the meantime I think I want to renew my aquarium membership after school vacation so I can get some humidity and just find peace with the giant tanks. I used to enjoy that a lot.
In a plus thing I found a bunch of low sodium recipes that look good and freeze. I will be making Dad chow and freezing so I can feed him at the hospital and free me up later so I can make meals for me that I like. I like making Asian style foods for me...quick, yummy, and chock a block full of sodium. I also bough some of those super cube freezer things so I can portion Dad's freezer meals.
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Wolf pups feeding on a musk oxen carcass on Ellesmere Island, Nunavut, Canada. Neil Shea.
In late August 2018 I traveled to the northernmost island in Canada to observe white wolves. These were an extremely unusual group of animals, and they had the distinction of being unafraid of humans. This alone was something, but beyond their fearlessness lay a subtler behavior that is perhaps best described as tolerance. Another way to put it is that the wolves of Ellesmere Island allowed humans to get close—really close. Up there it was possible to see into the marvelous, mysterious, and mundane details of their everyday lives.
If it isn’t immediately clear why this is extraordinary, consider that everywhere else on earth wolves flee at sight or scent of humans. This is so broadly true as to be nearly a natural law (though there are, always, some exceptions), and one consequence, for scientists, has been that it’s very difficult to study the animals. The wolves of Ellesmere, then, offered something so radically different that they were bound to attract attention.
By the time I arrived on Ellesmere, the wolves were well-known among a small group of researchers, filmmakers, and photographers, most of them professionals attached in one way or another with universities or organizations that could help carry the enormous costs incurred while working more than a thousand roadless miles north of the tree line. Distance, in other words, was a gatekeeper, just as Arctic cold was a foil. All this is to say that not many people visited the wolves. The small staff of a government weather station rotated in and out of their territory every few months, but they largely left the wolves alone. Between the late 1980s and the mid-2010s, a biologist named L. David Mech traveled to Ellesmere each summer to study them. And now and then a photographer or film crew would arrive to document the wolves. By way of comparison, 3 to 4 million visitors flock to Yellowstone National Park every year. Many, if not most, go hoping for a glimpse of a wolf.
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I had gone north to join a crew of three National Geographic filmmakers who’d spent the summer on the island. For two weeks we followed a family of nine wolves across the tundra. They were four adults, one yearling, and four pups only a few months old. Most of the time they moved so swiftly that we couldn’t keep up on foot, and so were compelled to trail them on ATVs.
We watched them play, nap, wrestle. We watched them hunt enormous musk oxen, streaking between the stampeding hooves like white lighting. At times the wolves drew so near to us that we could smell the blood in their fur, hear their stomachs whingeing in hunger. They were never aggressive, though they often tested us, playfully, by stealing things—gloves, bits of gear. During one prolonged encounter, where it was just me and the wolves together under the enormous sky, the adults made an unusual choice. They walked off to go hunting, leaving me alone with the pups. I don’t know what they were thinking, but over many years I have come to interpret it as an act of trust so powerful that it temporarily dissolved the boundary between our worlds. I still think of that moment, and wonder at its meaning, every day.
Months later, when I turned in the story I’d written about the experience to my editor at National Geographic, I felt strangely uneasy. The editorial process at the magazine is slow, sometimes onerous. There were tweaks to the text, a layout was assembled with photographs and a map. Captions were written, facts checked, experts consulted. During all this the feeling of weirdness grew. On the surface, none of my work seemed unusual. I’ve been a journalist for many years and I knew what to expect. Often the period before a story goes to press is one of happy expectation, even a rising thrill that comes with finally sharing something you’ve worked on for a long time.
This was different. The strange feeling lingered and for a while grew louder, but eventually my life moved on. I got busy with other projects, absorbed in the adventures of my young children. About a year later, just before the wolf story was published, the feeling resurfaced and now I understood it as dread. I understood that I about to betray the wolves.
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Writing and sharing stories about anything is almost always an act of both extraction and betrayal, no matter how well-intentioned. Journalists like me show up in a place, gather material, interview people, take notes, take photographs, take stock. We take and take and obscure ourselves behind a professional veneer. Then, days or months or perhaps years afterward, we assemble what we hoarded into some kind of narrative. Whatever stories we produce are far less complex and beautiful than the reality of life we observed. But, because life is messy, stories tend to be better organized. Stories give form to the world. They make subjects seem knowable and characters approachable. They make journeys appear repeatable. In some cases, stories read like an invitation.
I was about to invite tens of thousands of people into the intimate world of wolves. I had even helped create a map showing exactly where they lived, and how one might get there. Suddenly I couldn’t sleep. I was about to share an enormous secret. I racked my brain for things I might do, some sabotage I could deploy that would stop the story from escaping into the world. At the same time I knew it was far too late for that.
The first email arrived a few months later. The sender claimed to represent a wealthy European client who wanted to travel to Ellesmere Island to see wolves. Would I be willing to help, perhaps even to join? The scent of money was surprisingly tempting. I wanted to see the wolves again, but I had no means do do it on my own. What if? I recoiled in horror at my own reaction and deleted the email.
Others followed. They were mostly sent by people who seemed to mean well, who just wanted some help figuring out how to see wolves up close. I ignored them all. I told myself I was helping to keep the wolves safe, shielded from tourists and the kind of pedestrian curiosity that would surely turn bad. But of course all these people wanted was to do what I had done, to see the things I had told them about. And no matter what pretense I hid behind, I knew one of them would eventually find a way.
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A couple of weeks ago another email landed in my inbox. This one wasn’t from a person but a Google alert I’d set up long ago on the subject of Arctic wolves. It contained a link to a TikTok video that had been viewed 25 million times. In it a person lies belly down on snow-swept ice. He holds a camera and his hands are bare, though it’s obviously very cold. A pair of wolves approaches him. One of them sniffs at the man’s boot while the other pauses in front of the camera. It’s almost as though this wolf knows what’s expected. He drops to the ice right in front of the lens and rubs his cheek through snow, like a dog rolling in scent. It’s such an endearing moment, and it unfolds so close to the camera that you instantly wonder what the photographer captured.
Probably his images are out there, on Instagram or the web, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to look. Instead I searched for the company that had helped guide the photographer into that encounter. From what I could gather it’s a small operation, run by an Indigenous outfitter. He and some colleagues began bringing people north to look for wolves sometime in the early 2020s, which is to say a year or two after my wolf article was published and more than 30 after the first scientist began studying the wolves. I don’t meant to suggest that my story anything to do with the birth of this Inuit-owned business. I do believe, though, that my work was one more stone tossed into a rusty pail. Finally it, seems, the pail’s full and the bottom’s blown out.
If you search a little further into all this you, away from the outfitter himself, you find more trips advertised by other guides, each of them specifically aimed at finding wolves. There are two trips coming up in April, another in May. I have no idea how much they cost, or where precisely they will go. What I know is that you must hurry. Most of the spots are booked. Time is running out.
Castles are a stereotypical feature of the fantasy genre, but for good reason: they're a ubiquitous feature of nearly every non-nomadic society well into the gunpowder era, until artillery finally got powerful enough that "build a better wall" stopped being a useful method of defense.
But castles, like walls, sometimes get simplified and misunderstood. So let's take a look at the many purposes they once served.
(Before we do, though, a note on terminology: strictly speaking, "castle" refers only a category of European fortified residence between the 9th and 16th centuries or thereabouts. I'm using the term far more generically, in a way that would probably make a military historian's teeth hurt. There's a whole spectrum of fortification, from single small buildings to entire cities, whose elements also vary according to time and place and purpose, and probably "fortress" would be a better blanket term for me to use here. But because "castle" is the common word in the genre, I'm going to continue referring to my topic that way. You can assume I mean a fortified building or complex thereof, but not an entire settlement -- though some of my points will apply to the latter, too.)
Most obviously, castles are defensive fortifications. What a wall does for the territory behind it, a castle does for everything within its bounds -- extending, in the more complex examples, to multiple layers of walls and gates that can provide fallback positions as necessary. This means that often (though not always; see below) the land outside is cleared, access is restricted, regular patrols go out if danger is anticipated, and so forth.
This defensive function is more concentrated, though, because a castle is frequently also a depot. If you're going to store anything valuable, you want it behind strong walls, whether that's food stores, military equipment, or money. Or, for that matter, people! Prisoners will have to stay put; nobles or other figures of importance are free to wander, but when trouble threatens, they have somewhere (relatively) safe to retreat. This can become a trap if the enemy lays siege to the place, but when you can't flee, holing up is the next best choice.
That category of valuables also includes records. Fortified sites are built not just for war, but for administration; given how much "government" has historically amounted to "the forcible extraction of resources by an elite minority," it's not surprising that defensive locations have often doubled as the places from which the business of government was carried out. Deeds of property, taxation accounts, military plans, historical annals, maps -- those latter are incredibly valuable resources for anybody wanting to move through or control the area. Someone who knows their castle is about to fall might well try to screw over the victor by burning records, along with any remaining food stores.
It's not all about hiding behind walls, though. As with a border fortification, a castle serves as a point from which military force can sally out. Even though these sites occupy very small footprints, they matter in warfare because if you don't capture them -- or at least box them in with a besieging detachment -- before moving on, they'll be free to attack you from behind, raid your supply train, and otherwise cause you problems. Sometimes that's a risk worth taking! In particular, if you can move fast enough and hit hard enough, you might pass a minor castle to focus your attention on a more significant one, leaving the little places for mopping up later. (Or you won't have to mop up, because the fall of a key site makes everybody else capitulate.)
Castles are also economic centers. Not only do they organize the production and resource extraction of the surrounding area, but the people there generally have more money to spend, and their presence entails a demand for a lot of resources and some specialized services. As a consequence, a kind of financial gravity will draw business and trade toward them. Even when the key resources are somewhere other than the castle itself -- like a water-powered mill along a nearby stream -- they're very likely owned by the guy in the castle, making this still the regional locus for economic activity. If there's a local fair, be it weekly, monthly, or yearly, it may very well be held at the castle or nearby; regardless of location, the castle is likely to authorize and oversee it.
This economic aspect may lead to the creation of a castle town: a settlement (itself possibly walled) outside the walls, close enough for the inhabitants to easily reach the castle. In Japan, the proliferation of castle towns during the Sengoku period was a major driver in the early modern urbanization of the country, and I suspect the same was true in a number of European locales. Eventually you may wind up with that thing I said I wasn't discussing in this essay: an entire fortified settlement, with a castle attached on one side or plonked somewhere in the middle. It's not a good idea to let the buildings get too close to the walls -- remember that you want a clear field in which to see and assault attackers, and you don't want them setting fire to things right by your fortifications -- but the town can contribute to the idea of "defense in depth," where its wall adds another barrier between the enemy and the castle that is heart of their goal.
You'll note that I've said very little about the specific design of these places. That's because there is an ocean of specialized terminology here, and which words you need are going to depend heavily on the specifics of context. How castles get built depends on everything from the money available, to the size and organization of the force expected to attack it, to the weapons being used: nobody is going to build a star fort to defend against guys with bows and arrows, because you'd be expending massive amounts of resources and effort that only become necessary once cannons enter the field. Moats (wet or dry), Gallic walls, hoardings, crenelations, machiolations, arrowslits, cheveaux de frise . . . those are all things to look into once you know more about the general environment of your fictional war.
But back to the castles as a whole. Most of the time, they "fall" only in the sense that they fall into the hands of the attacker. A section of the wall may collapse due to being sapped from below and pounded above, but it's rare for the place to be entirely destroyed . . . in part because that's a lot of work, and in part because of all the uses listed above. Why get rid of an extremely expensive infrastructure investment, when you could take advantage of it instead? Wholesale destruction is most likely to happen when someone has achieved full enough control of the countryside that he's ready to start kneecapping the ability of his underlings to resist that control.
Or, alternatively, when somebody shows up with cannon and pounds the place into rubble. Functional castles in even the broadest sense of the word finally died out in the twentieth century, when no wall could really withstand artillery and pretty soon we had airplanes to fly over them anyway. But at any technological point prior to that -- and in the absence of magic both capable of circumventing fortifications, and widespread enough for that to be a problem defenders have to worry about -- you're likely to see these kinds of defensive structures, in one form or another.
Blue badge arrived this morning, and father-in-law and I are both excited. It's going to be easier to find parking spaces when I take Bryan somewhere instead of driving round & round and doing that mental arithmetic for "how far can he walk today?"
We also got a phone-call from the vision support team, and next Thursday someone is coming to demonstrate electronic magnifiers. We have many handhelp magnifiers and Bryan can use them to read large print one word at a time, but it's hard work for him. We're still hoping that some way of reading can be found.
Vision support have recommended applying for attendance allowance, so that's another thing for my list.
Thinking about walking - I have a new-found appreciation for bubble paving. It is so helpful having the road crossing marked, especially when there is a dropped kerb. I feel as if I should drop someone a thank-you note.
Today we are going to Compton Verny to see the exhibition on The Shelter of Stories. We've found that Bryan can still enjoy art exhibitions - I just have to do a lot of narrating.
ETA: Such sad news that James Van Der Beek died of cancer, I didn't know he had so many children. Bittersweet to see all the Dawson's Creek stuff in these circumstances.
Michael Wolf says he met the Dalai Lama at Uncle Jeffy's New York pad only his Holiness's office says he had no contact whatsoever with Uncle Jeffy.
Know what, I'm inclined to believe Michael because he's got nothing much to gain or lose by putting this out there.
And if his Holiness is telling a fib that's not very holy of him.
Looks like I'm going to have to cross him off my Christmas card list.
Same goes for Deepak Chopra.
It's a mistake to be calling people "Holiness" or treating them like a guru. Fact remains that no-one walking this earth is ever more than a human being. Spiritual (so called) power is no less corrupting than political power.
Priestly hierarchies? Pah!
Anyone can talk spirituality. I can talk spirituality. Doesn't mean I'm living it.