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Working Against Time

The concept of time travel is a surprisingly recent thing. Only a handful of old stories (and no ancient ones) feature characters who maybe slept for years or visited a strange place, then learned afterwards that while they were out, years had passed. As for traveling backward in time, that’s an even newer concept. I guess going forward is less of stretch since we’ve all traveled from the past to the present, but no one known has traveled back in time.

One of the first stories that describes a character traveling to the past (as well as the present and future) is Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol, published in 1843. Interestingly, only Ebenezer Scrooge’s soul, not his body, seems to travel back, since he remains invisible to other characters during his visits.

In 1889, Mark Twain published A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, in which a man gets knocked unconscious and wakes up, body and all, in the past. A few years after that, in 1895, H.G. Wells introduced the idea of The Time Machine and purposeful time travel.

It’s interesting to me that my only time-travel book, As You Wish, was the first manuscript I sold (though the third or fourth one I wrote) and that year after year, it continues to sell better than my other books. Why? Is it because of the setting? (The heroine travels to Regency England, and maybe people find that elegant or romantic?) Or is it the past in general that appeals to readers — a simpler, more natural lifestyle than ours? Of course, maybe it’s just the title of the book that grabs attention somehow.

I’m fascinated with the past, which is why I love reading classic literature, from Austen to Shakespeare, from Apuleius to Herodotus. I’m working on some ideas for a story about a contemporary heroine who winds up in an ancient Roman town. Anyone want to go there?

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Princess, Priestess and Pioneering Poet

Who is humanity’s earliest known author? You might guess Homer or Moses, but actually it’s Enheduanna, who lived in ancient Ur (now in Iraq) around 4,500 years ago. A priestess of the goddess Inanna — like Mara in my novella Seventh Sanctuary — Enheduanna wrote dozens of hymns that have survived in cuneiform on clay tablets down through the millennia. (Just luck, or is someone up there on her side? ;) )

Her vivid and evocative words inspired worshipers for centuries after she lived. See if this excerpt citing some of Inanna’s powers gives you a sense of the goddess’s fearsomeness as well as her grace: “To keep paths and ways in good order, to shatter earth and to make it firm are yours, Inanna. To destroy, to build up, to tear out and to settle are yours, Inanna. To turn a man into a woman and a woman into a man are yours, Inanna. Desirability and arousal, bringing goods into existence and establishing properties and equipment are yours, Inanna. Profit, gain, great wealth and greater wealth are yours …” (More here.)

We know a few biographical details about Enheduanna. She was the daughter of King Sargon of Akkad. (Legend has it that he rose from being the king’s gardener to king himself.) At some point in her life, she fell from political favor and was exiled, but later gained back her position.

For speculation on what life for a priestess of Inanna might have been like, please check out my sexy Sumerian novella, Seventh Sanctuary.

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Mall Versus the Volcano

Il Vulcano Buono, where Winnie goes shopping after learning she’ll be in Italy for two extra weeks in my book The Five-Day-Dig, is a real mall in Nola, outside of Naples. The vast circular structure is designed to look like Mount Vesuvius, the volcano that destroyed Pompeii in the year 79, but instead of holding magma, gases and ash, it contains shops, restaurants and a multiplex theater.

It’s a funny idea, but building a mall that looks like a volcano within striking distance of a real one is tempting fate, isn’t it? The mall’s name means “The Good Volcano” in Italian. Not sure if it implies that Vesuvius is, in contrast, bad, but Vesuvius has made the region fertile, rich, beautiful and culturally fascinating and only creates chaos once in a while. Do you really want to insult it? Maybe the architect figured the place will be buried someday anyway, so why not embrace destiny?

Highlights (if I were going) include Pit Stop Ferrari (racing swag!), Guess, and Miss Sixty Energy – but if I had an unplanned extended stay in Italy and needed clothes, I would probably end up shopping at the H&M, because I’m cheap. :)

I haven’t been there personally – too many ancient ruins in the area for me to find time for shopping – but if you have the time and inclination, the web site (in Italian only) is here.

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A Peek at Greece — in Central Italy

The ruins in my archaeological mystery/romance The Five-Day-Dig date to the same era as Pompeii, but at Paestum, Italy — an hour farther south by train (€10 or US $13.20 roundtrip) — the ancient ruins are even older, and the lizards are even bigger. :)

Although the town’s Greek-colonist founders named it Poseidonia after the god of the seas (“Paestum” is a Roman corruption of that), archaeological evidence shows that residents left most of their votive offerings to the goddess Hera. The mother-and-child statuettes dedicated to her intrigue me, because I’ve never otherwise seen Hera depicted in a motherly fashion, only as Zeus’ jealous consort. And the baby offering shown in the pic to the left looks like a very familiar piece from my Christmas manger (or lararium, as I like to call it).

Paestum’s big attractions are the town’s three huge Greek temples, the earliest dated to 550 BCE. At least one of them was dedicated to Hera, but it’s unclear who was worshiped at the other two — possibly Poseidon and Athena or Ceres. (Strangely, the Wikipedia entry seems to want to avoid attributing any of the temples to the god the town was named after.)

The site is in a very rural setting and a lonely 20-minute walk from the train station. Buy your return train tickets when/where you get your departure ones, because the ticket office in Paestum is often closed, and any shops that might sell tickets are way back near the ruins. When Hubby and I were there, there was also no validation box for tickets at the station, so when you board the train, get the conductor to validate your ticket (or, as a local advised us, just write “Paestum” on it, along with the date and time you left). For practical info about visiting, I recommend Rick Steves’ Italy 2012.

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Mystery Achievements

The first time you visit Pompeii, it’s easy to miss the Villa of the Mysteries unless you know to look for it (and you should). One of the best preserved houses in the ancient town, it’s a little outside the city walls, beyond the Herculaneum gate. (When it looks like you’ve left the ruins, keep going — you’re almost there.)

What gives the villa its intriguing name is a series of frescoes showing an initiation ritual. No one knows what type of initiation is shown, but a depiction of Bacchus/Dionysus in the center suggests it had to do with his cult.

The story, which unfolds kind of like a comic strip, follows a young woman through a reading of text, an offering of sacrificial cakes, a scary encounter with mythological beings, and the verge of unveiling some covered object that we never get to see (after all, it’s a mystery cult). After the ordeal, the initiate is shown pulling herself back together, combing her hair. She has made it through the night.

Besides the cult room, the villa features other beautifully painted rooms and corridors. Curiously, one room is adorned with Egyptian symbols. Other cool things to see are plaster casts of window shutters and doors, still in place — you can even spot some of the original 2,000-year-old hinges and wood. The house also has an enormous kitchen. And near the back of the property are a few plaster cast of victims of the volcano eruption on display — sad.

On the beautiful spring day that Hubby and I visited, accompanied by chirping birds and shy little lizards, it was easy to envision the house in happier times. You can do the same with the help of computer-enhanced photos on this website. For speculation of what the rites might have been like, check out the reenactment scene in Chapter 15 (Quindici) of my book, The Five-Day-Dig).

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