“Thank God our parents aren’t alive to see this,” we murmur every day.
Covid-19 cases are on the rise in Texas, Arizona, California, Florida, North Carolina, and South Carolina, with an increase in hospitalizations; a Trump rally at an indoor venue in Tulsa, Oklahoma, could be a health risk that spreads the virus; a black man was found hanging from a tree in California; a black man who had fallen asleep inebriated in a Wendy’s drive-thru in Atlanta ran from the cops and was shot and killed in the parking lot; protesters burned the Wendy’s to the ground…
It goes on and on.
He portrays Alexander as a shrewd politician and cold-blooded warrior who is equally intent on shaping his legend and expanding his empire. After conquering Thebes, Alexander can’t decide what penalties the survivors should pay. He hands it over to a council, who clearly know and carry out Alexander’s wishes.
Everitt writes,
WHAT WAS TO BE done with Thebes, that ancient city of legend and history? This was where Oedipus had ruled, killed his father, married his mother, and blinded himself in expiation. Here too the man-woman seer, Tiresias, had prophesied. Alexander was in two minds, or possibly three. At heart, he favored a severe penalty. This would deter the Greeks from rising again during his absence in Persia and so support the overriding strategic aim which he had also pursued in Thrace….
However, the council finally recommended that the king and hegemon take no more lives, but sell the entire population on the slave market and raze the city. Alexander will have recalled that it was the same penalty his father had imposed on the thriving city of Olynthus in 348. He accepted the judgment and put it into effect. It would be as if Thebes had never existed.
Horrifying! The council left the famous poet Pindar untouched, though.
Everitt explores the different versions of Alexander’s life in ancient history. And as a fan of Homer’s Iliad, I am fascinated that Alexander also loved Homer and identified himself as the new Achilles. He visited Troy (then a dilapidated tourist village) to create and solidify his connection to shining Achilles.
I do love Everitt’s writing: imaginative, fascianting, learned, and fast-paced.
There’s something reassuring about reading about history these days. I used to love the idea of ancient history: because there weren’t AS many books on those history shelves, I once believed that I would be able to read them all and learn it all. Hah.
Yes, history is a different kind of read. And reading the sources is more fun than the latest reinterpretation!