Fragments Out of Time (Reflections - Robt Silverberg)

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Reflections: Fragments Out of Time by Robert Silverberg Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine - March 2004 Sophocles of Athens, who was born in 496 b.c. and lived ninety years, was one of the greatest of all playwrights, celebrated for the profundity of his thought, the grace of his expression, and the elegant structure of his plays. Seven of his works have come down to us, three of which–Oedipus the King, Electra, and Antigone–are still frequently performed all over the world, while the other four, though less commonly seen, are well known to all connoisseurs of classical literature. His work is of special importance to me because, strange as it sounds, much of what I know about the art of constructing a story I learned by studying the plays of Sophocles and his fellow Greek playwrights Aeschylus and Euripides, and a book about their work by the British critic H.D.F. Kitto. In an autobiographical essay I wrote a quarter of a century ago I explained how Kitto, back when I was an undergraduate at Columbia University, had helped me toward my goal of becoming a successful science fiction writer: "I bought a copy of Kitto’s Greek Tragedy in 1954, as collateral reading for a course in Greek plays that I was taking during my junior year at Columbia. . . . Kitto began with the premise that each Greek tragedy was built around a significant dramatic situation designed to create the kind of tension that would provide the desired release for the audience when the tension was resolved. In his Poetics, Aristotle asserted that that was what Greek tragedy was all about: catharsis, the purging of pity and fear. Aristotle had used as his prime technical example Oedipus the King by Sophocles. But Kitto observed that many other surviving Greek plays failed to follow the technical rules that Aristotle, working from Oedipus, had laid down as the fundamental requirements for a Greek tragedy. Did that mean that other Greek playwrights (and sometimes even Sophocles himself) had done a lot of incompetent work? "No," Kitto said. "We know that the plays that have come down to us were warmly hailed in their time and evidently had fulfilled the requirements of their audience. Their authors must be regarded as masters of their art, in full technical command. If sometimes their plays seem poorly constructed to us, static and undramatic, it must be because we are failing to find the true dramatic center of them. Instead of dismissing those plays as badly made," Kitto argued, "we need to reexamine our own assumptions about their structure."

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From Kitto I learned how to find the true dramatic center of a Greek tragedy. He taught me what a dramatic situation really is: a zone of inevitable opposition of powerful forces that emit ever-widening reverberations until they are neutralized somehow in a way that creates understanding, insight, and harmony. Knowing that, I could work backward from my perception of my story’s central issue to generate its plot. What created this conflict? What can possibly resolve it? Who is being hurt by it, and why? Those are the questions I learned to ask myself; and out of them came Thorns, To Live Again, Dying Inside, Lord Valentine’s Castle, and all the rest. One thing that fascinated me, as I pursued my studies in Greek drama–studies that have continued to this day–is that the little group of plays we have (seven of Sophocles, seven of Aeschylus, nineteen of Euripides) is only a fraction of the total output of these great artists. It was the custom of most Greek playwrights to offer a quartet of plays to the Athenian public every year–usually a trilogy of serious plays on some theme out of Homer or the Greek myths, accompanied by a short and mocking comic play satirizing the first three. Thus a long-lived playwright like Sophocles might have written a hundred plays or more during his career. That any of them have survived after twenty-five hundred years of turmoil and destruction is, I suppose, miraculous. Copies of the plays were stored in the libraries of such Greek cities as Ephesus, Antioch, and Pergamum, but after the great library of Alexandria in Egypt was founded, about 300 b.c., Alexandria gradually acquired the other great libraries of the Hellenic world, thus putting all the eggs in the same basket– and so, when the Alexandria library was destroyed after the Islamic conquest of that city, much of classical literature was lost as a result of the centralization of the collections in that single place. And we know–from a surviving catalog of the plays of Aeschylus and from references in Greek textbooks that have come down to us–that the losses included hundreds of works by the great Greek dramatists. From time to time, in my own work, I have sent time travelers back into the vanished past, and my regret over the loss of these Greek masterpieces is demonstrated by such passages as this, from my time-travel novel Up the Line: " ‘Dr. Speer,’ Metaxas said, ‘is here [ancient Constantinople] on a collecting trip. He’s a student of classical Greek drama, in search of lost plays.’ "Dr. Speer clicked his heels. He was the sort of Teutonic pedant who, you automatically know, would use his full academic title on all occasions. . . . Speer said, ‘It has been most successful for me so far. Of course, my search is just beginning, yet already from Byzantine libraries I have obtained the Nausicaa and Triptolemus of Sophocles, and of Euripides the Andromeda, the Peliades, the Phaethon, and the Oedipus, and also of -2-

Aeschylus a nearly complete manuscript of The Women of Aetna. So you see that I have done well.’ He clicked his heels again." I wrote that in 1968. At that time I believed that only the names of these plays survived, and not a scrap of their texts. But a few months ago there came into my hands a surprising little volume called Sophocles: Fragments. It was edited and translated by Hugh Lloyd-Jones, Emeritus Professor of Greek at Oxford, and was published in 1996 by the inestimable Loeb Classical Library of Harvard. And here they are: the Nausicaa and the Triptolemus that I cited in my time-travel novel, and the Phaedra as well, the Troilus, the Priam, the Heracles, and over a hundred more. Of course, Professor Lloyd-Jones is unable to provide very much of these plays. In some cases, only a single sentence survives, quoted by some later Greek scholar whose own book has happened to come down to us. These are not particularly useful to those who seek some sense of Sophocles’ dramatic art. From The Infant Heracles we have only two sentences: "For it is better to oblige gods than to oblige mortals" and "For the doer is bound to suffer somewhat." Most surviving fragments of the other lost plays are equally cryptic, though some of them, even with all context lost, do show the spark of Sophocles’ dramatic power. Some plays have fared better. These have reached us not as brief quotations from other authors, but as actual segments of the text found by archaeologists in papyrus scrolls in Egyptian ruins. One, The Search-ers, runs to more than a dozen pages, giving us a boisterous scene of drunken satyrs searching for Apollo’s lost cattle–the only good example we have of Sophocles’ comic side. A few others exist in fragments five or six pages long. One of these, the Eurypylus, dramatizes in quite moving fashion a scene out of the latter days of the Trojan War, but sputters out in semi-coherence with: ". . . died . . . fortunate . . . he made a glorious end . . . ordinance . . . there be established now . . . statues that may sit together . . . the company of Telephus . . . close at hand . . . feasts . . . for him, and not without . . . giving birth to . . . bereft of . . . newly cut coil of hair." There’s a certain mysterious poetry in that, yes, but not the sort of poetry one associates with the great Greek tragedians. We are left only with the shadow of a piece of a play. For most of the others, we have even less. I would surely like to read Sophocles’ Phaedra and compare his handling of that powerful story with Euripides’ extant play on the theme. (Phaedra, the daughter of Minos of Crete and the wife of Theseus, is rebuffed in love by Hippolytus, Theseus’ son by an earlier marriage, and vengefully lodges a false accusation of rape against Hippolytus. Theseus, enraged, has his son slain by Poseidon,

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but eventually discovers his terrible mistake.) Alas, all we have of Sophocles’ version is a series of scattered sentences such as "For it is not right that a noble man should take pleasure when the pleasure is not right" and "If you go through them all, you will not find a single mortal who is fortunate in all things." And then, the Thyestes, about the dreadful crime that brought a curse lasting many generations upon the house of Atreus–Niobe, about the proud queen who boasted about her children to the mother of Apollo and Artemis, and was cruelly punished for it–The Madness of Odysseus, in which the great Greek warrior tries to evade serving in the Trojan War by pretending he’s lost his mind– But we aren’t going to get to read them, aside from the stray bits and snatches that exist today. The rest will have to wait for the development of workable time travel. The real and somber lesson I draw from this book of fragmentary plays of Sophocles is that one day all our words will be lost. The digits will decay, the dictionaries crumble. Eat, drink, be merry. Read what we have while we have it. And find some way of storing the texts, superior to the electronic means that we so foolishly are letting ourselves depend on nowadays, that will preserve them for future generations at least as well as those papyri in the Egyptian desert kept some of the Greek classics alive for our delight.

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Reflections: Fragments Out of Time: Two by Robert Silverberg Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine - March 2004 I devoted last month’s column to a discussion of a book I had come across that contained translations of the surviving fragments of the lost plays of the great and prolific Greek playwright Sophocles: bits and snippets rescued from the jaws of time, tiny pieces of otherwise vanished masterpieces by the author of the Oedipus plays and Electra. Some had survived because they had been quoted by later Greek writers whose own works had come down to us; others have turned up on papyri excavated from the Egyptian desert by modern archaeologists. But in no case do we have anything like a complete text of any of those hundred-odd lost plays. Nothing that remains provides more than the merest suggestion of the power and grandeur that those plays must have had. And I ended last month’s piece with the thought that our own literary treasures, preserved as they are on impermanent paper and, more recently, in digital form that may well be undecipherable a generation from now, may not survive even as long as the twenty-odd centuries that the Greek classics have managed. Hardly had I finished writing my Sophocles essay when further details reached me on how some of those vanished Greek classics came to be discovered. And there’s a further nice irony in this part of the story, because it turns out that we have what we have of many such works–Sophocles’ lost play "Inachus" among them–because of the thrifty Egyptian habit of using unwanted old papyrus manuscripts as wrapping paper for mummies. Crocodile mummies, no less, in this case. The story is centered in the ancient and not very important Egyptian town of Tebtunis, where, for thousands of years, the Nile crocodile was worshiped as a sacred animal. Two Oxford University archaeologists, B.P. Grenfell and A.S. Hunt, working at Tebtunis beginning about 1895, came upon a crocodile cemetery there–a place where the bodies of sacred crocodiles had been carefully mummified by the same process used for human beings and buried in huge numbers. This was interesting but, let us say, less than thrilling to the archaeologists, for the late nineteenth century was the great era of archaeological treasure-hunting, and the basic goal then was the discovery of splendid artifacts suitable for glorious display in European museums. Mummified crocodiles were not exactly in great demand by those museums. One of the Grenfell-Hunt team’s workmen, disgusted at finding nothing but -5-

stacks of useless crocodile mummies, angrily picked one up and smashed it in pieces– thus revealing a papyrus scroll that had been stuffed down the crocodile’s throat more than two thousand years before. It was already known that the ancient Egyptians had used all sorts of odd scraps of papyrus for wrapping mummies. As the early British archaeologist Archibald Sayce explained, "The Egyptian undertaker, before making a mummy-case, bought the wastepaper basket of one of his neighbors, and turned the papers that were in it into papiermâché for the particular mummy-case he had on hand. Hence it happens that the papyri coming from a particular mummy all belong to the same collection, the cartonnage of one mummy-case, for example, being composed of letters and documents relating to a certain Kleon, that of another of the papers belonging to Diophanes, and so on." In 323 b.c. Egypt had fallen under the control of Ptolemy, one of Alexander the Great’s generals, and for the next three centuries the land of the Nile was ruled by this dynasty of Greek-speaking kings, under whose influence a fusion of Greek and Egyptian culture took place. (It was the Ptolemies who founded the great library at Alexandria, where all the literary resources of the Greek world were stored.) During the Ptolemaic period, therefore, Greek literature was widely circulated in Egypt and a good many discarded Greek texts found their way into the scrap piles of the mummy-makers. These papyri have been turning up, on and off, ever since European antiquarians began to explore Egyptian sites in the eighteenth century. In the dry climate of Egypt papyrus scrolls survive very nicely, and the papyrus finds of these early archaeologists have added greatly to our knowledge of the ancient world. In 1846, for example, a large roll of papyrus was discovered in the temple of Osiris-Apis at Memphis, containing three of the lost orations of the eloquent Hyperides, whose work had been known only by its reputation until then. Another papyrus yielded a scrap listing the names of victors in the Olympic Games, not only interesting in itself but allowing scholars to fix several doubtful dates in Greek history. Others have given us the earliest known manuscripts of the Old and New Testaments and several apocryphal books of the Bible, and, yes, many fragments of those lost plays of Sophocles that I went on about so vociferously in last month’s column. One great trove of papyri turned up in 1889 in a Ptolemaic cemetery at Gurob in northern Egypt. They were in bad shape, damaged by soaking and gluing during the mummy-making process, and partly nibbled by insects; but careful examination produced the partial text of a lost play of Euripides, a piece of one of Plato’s dialogues, and a lengthy section of the Iliad. So scholars were already on the alert when the

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Tebtunis crocodile horde was so inadvertently shown to contain another vast batch of papyri a few years later. In 1899 and 1900 Grenfell and Hunt worked at Tebtunis under the auspices of the University of California, using funds supplied by Phoebe Hearst, the wife of the silvermining tycoon George Hearst and the mother of newspaper publisher William Randolph Hearst. The archaeologists collected a thousand crocodile mummies, thiryone of which contained papyri with writing on them, and some thirty thousand papyrus documents that had been used as wrappings for human mummies or simply buried in temple storehouses and municipal dumps. One of the early major finds was a substantial chunk of a play by Sophocles–a fragment of a comedy by the great tragedian. This is the Inachus, which seems to deal with a farcical episode involving a legendary king of the city of Argos. Grenfell and Hunt had earlier found a segment of this play in the desert town of Oxyrhynchus, about 120 miles south of Cairo, and the Tebtunis manuscript provided enough more so that we now have about nine pages of amusing, though incoherent, text. Another significant early find was a narrative of the Trojan War known as Dictys of Crete, which purported to be the diary of one of the warriors. It had previously been known only in a Latin version dating from the fourth century a.d. that had been suspected of having been fabricated by its Roman editor, but the discovery of a Greek text in Egypt proved that it was a much more ancient work. All the Tebtunis material has been stored for the past century at what is now called the Phoebe Hearst Museum of Anthropology on the University of California campus in Berkeley and at the university’s Bancroft Library nearby. There is so much of it that even after a hundred years it has not been possible to examine and catalog more than a small part of the collection, and some of the papyri, shipped back from Egypt in cigarette tins, have not yet even been unpacked. But in July of 2001 the university set up the Center for the Tebtunis Papyri to study the documents, and the fragile papyri are carefully being opened and translated. A great deal of what has been examined thus far has turned out to be of only the most minor interest: scraps torn from legal and bureaucratic documents, business letters, account books, inventory records, petitions to local officials, and other such oddments that are mildly interesting in themselves but shed no new light on Egyptian life in the Ptolemaic era. Some literary texts have emerged, too, but most of those duplicate what we have already long possessed–the poems of Homer, for example, or the dialogues of Plato.

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But at this point no one knows what else is going to come forth from the Tebtunis papyri. To this date it has been possible to give careful study to only about four percent of the entire trove. Perhaps, in the years ahead, the mummified gullet of one of the Tebtunis crocodiles will yield some powerful scene from yet another of those lost plays of Sophocles, or some other glorious fragment of that golden age of Greek literature. Meanwhile, not long ago, a writer friend of mine, who like many of my colleagues is getting up there in years, expressed the fear that his work might not be available to readers of future centuries–evidently a serious issue with him. I was unkind enough to say that this is not among my own major worries, that in fact I was much more concerned with keeping my books in print in the twenty-first century, or at least that part of it that I am going to be here for, than in fretting over what was going to happen to them in the twenty-fifth. But now I see that a solution is at hand for my friend and others like him. The collected works inscribed on papyri–a dozen or so mummified crocodiles of goodly size in which to insert–a cooperative archaeologist to plant the crocs in the basement of some Egyptian temple that’s awaiting exploration– m

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