I've always found the ancient world far more interesting than the modern world – but not the wars, the revolutions, the kings and generals (or even the occasional queen). Instead, I'm fascinated by the tiny details of the daily life of ancient people – what they ate and drank, what they wore, who they worshipped, and how, and why.
One of my favourite university subject was Greek Daily Life, in which one of my assessable assignments was making a long strip of woven cloth. This was more sensible than it sounds: my learned but eccentric teacher Rhona Baere was insistent that we understand that all respectable ancient Greek women, and many of the less respectable variety, plus most female slaves, spent most of their lives in interminable spinning and weaving. (After the hours watching the cloth grow, painfully slowly, I've never forgotten.) She also taught us how Greek pots and furniture were made, and read Plato's Symposium with us, so we could see how the men behaved without respectable women around.
When I gave up my day job in 2001 and started to write fiction, I also got back into reading as much as I could about life in the ancient world. I was particularly keen to work out from primary sources, purely for my own satisfaction, just how the Oracle at
I had no interest in writing a story centred on philosophers, statesmen and generals, or anyone who moved in the aristocratic circles around Sokrates, Perikles and Alkibiades. Instead, I wanted to write from the point of view of ordinary ancient Greek women, people I could relate to. At the same time, I wanted them to be undergoing something extraordinary - and I wanted to do it as accurately as I possibly could.
So, how to go about that?
I browsed through Thucydides and Herodotus until I found some events I could hang a story on: from Thucydides, his excellent description of the terrible plague of
I narrowed my possible central characters down to two. For the Plague of Athens, I decided on a youngish female slave who lives in a household struck by the disease. I wanted to portray life in a respectable Athenian household as I'd come to understand it after all my reading, with its interminable women's work (weaving, spinning, cooking...), and the many relationships involved – master and wife, owners and slaves, parents and children, slave and slave, and even in-laws.
Even in a modern family, it's almost always a woman who carries, holds, empties and washes the vomit bucket. In the ancient world, that function would have been performed by a female slave. But except in a highly dysfunctional family, the slave would have wanted her owners to survive; for most slaves, the family she lived with would have been the only family she knew. Their death would mean being passed down to their heirs, or sold. For the owners, too, the household slaves were genuinely part of the family. For respectable women, constrained for much of their lives to the interior of their fathers' or husbands' houses, their female slaves were the people whom they spent their days with. It was a fascinating situation to work with – and having the Plague to intensify all of the relationships was even better.
So I started with a dramatic situation: the son and heir is sick, and after some days it's looking serious. So, I wondered, who would be watching the boy, wiping his fevered brow and carrying the vomit bucket, by night and day? What room would he be in, how would it be decorated, and what were the bed and bedding like? How would his parents be reacting? What medical treatment would they be using? I looked for the best available answers to all of these questions, and plunged in.
It wasn't possible to use all of the research, of course. A viewpoint character should only describe things that she specifically notices. I was particularly sorry not to be able to describe the ceramic curved-back potty-chairs that were thought to be ritual implements until unmistakeable pictures of them were found on vases, with a baby sitting over the hole in the base, stretching his hands out to his mother, saying "I'm finished." However beautiful they were, to a character they would be simply potty-chairs.
For my other viewpoint character, I wanted a Pythia, an oracular priestess of Apollo at
Of course, I wanted to write as accurately as possible about what the texture of these women's lives was like: what they saw and did every day, what vessels they used, and so on. Basically, I read a huge pile of books (both primary and secondary texts) before I started writing; then, as I was writing, I tried to feel as clearly as possible what each situation would be like for the viewpoint character – and went back to the sources to check my facts every sentence or so. Where there were no definite facts, I made the best guess I could.
Indeed, after a while I knew more about fifth century BC
There were some excellent secondary sources. On food, for example, I read and reread many wonderful books, some of them really rather specialized. The French collection of academic articles titled The Cuisine of Sacrifice among the Greeks might be the oddest. Siren Feasts: A History of Food and Gastronomy in
Of course, I woke at 3am night after night, convinced that people would check my carefully-researched text against the misinformation on the Interwebs, and blithely assume that I was ignorant of basic facts. For example, the internet in general is convinced that watermelon and musk melon weren't known in Europe until well after classical times, but Siren Feasts says they were eaten in classical Greece, and Dalby notes that "the seeds of both have been found at prehistoric Aegean sites", with scholarly citations to ancient and modern experts. However, to my extreme relief, there have been no such responses to the watermelon that accompanied the olives and sheeps cheese as a light lunch.
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Various people said lovely things about The Priestess and the Slave; for a few reviews, look here. But I was amazed when Fiona Hobden, lecturer in Greek Culture at the
I still feel awed by the short review that legendary sf feminist Pamela Sargent wrote on Goodreads in 2009, including this wonderful statement: "The author... brings authority and detail to this story of those so often neglected by history, those without power. Women in classical Greece led especially limited lives, but