Funny, I graduated on an essay on Julian the Apostate. And Gore Vidals novel has been on my side table for months now, as I have to return it to its owner (whom I lent it from 18 years ago 
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So I guess we can add an admiration/fascination with Julian II to be another connecting factor? 
I guess we can. It was 20 years ago since I graduated, however. I have not spared a second thought for Julian since 
Understandable. Once I finish these letters from Seneca to Lucilius, I won’t look at it for the next 5-10 years 
Scribo - Crete has something special. My sister went there a couple of years ago and normally, she is very sensitive to insects and bites and stuff, but there: not a single swelling or bite.
Fair enough then, though I’ve had little to no formal exposure to him so all my involvement has been fanboyism. He’s definitely my favourite figure from late antiquity, along with Justinian II.
I’m also reading Seneca’s letters as of a few days ago, what a coincidence! I only get to spare about 10-15 mins a day for him so I’ve only read 6 or 7. The last one I happened to read was on…something to do with friendship. I like them! I like the constant remarks about Epicurius and his followers too. I laugh until I realise I’m agreeing with a stoic, and accidentally learning philosophy, which I detest. But yes, Seneca is great so far, I’m enjoying his letters more than I did Cicero’s.
Crete IS special in that regard, I miss it. I dislike how whenever you order a souvlaki they give you yoghurt and paprika though. Its like 
Well, I am reading 92 as we speak, which is one of his longer ones.. About how virtue cannot be ‘annoyed’ by influences from outside, like sickness blablabla. I guess that since I have to read them for an exam, it takes some of the fun away. But Latinwise, they are not too difficult and definitely easier than Cicero’s. And I hate philosophy haha. The only course in my study which I actually followed with a feeling of utter boringdom.
The ‘‘Greek’’ restaurants in other countries - which claim they have an authentic kitchen - kinda give us the wrong idea about souvlaki and other meals. Same story with tzatziki. I have to admit: I like it more in the fake restaurants than in the actual Greek restaurants
Do you suffer from the same problem as me, by chance, with exams? E.g you sort of…studiously procrastinate? So a few years ago when studying Homer I was reading 21-24 of the Odyssey and my girlfriend was interested (she’s very much an Odyssey person, myself totally Iliad) and asked what bits of the Odyssey were set for my examination. It was 1-13 sans 4. For some reason the looming exam made that part of the poem seem almost completely unappetising to me,
I haven’t got that far with Seneca. I’m trying to find one which justified higher education and study…its around the 80’s I believe. I can’t remember…so I’ll keep reading consecutively until I find it. There are unfortunate side effects though. My facial hair is vast approaching a beard and I’m often lost contemplating the essence of virtue. Help me. 
Do you suffer from the same problem as me, by chance, with exams? E.g you sort of…studiously procrastinate? So a few years ago when studying Homer I was reading 21-24 of the Odyssey and my girlfriend was interested (she’s very much an Odyssey person, myself totally Iliad) and asked what bits of the Odyssey were set for my examination. It was 1-13 sans 4. For some reason the looming exam made that part of the poem seem almost completely unappetising to me,
I haven’t got that far with Seneca. I’m trying to find one which justified higher education and study…its around the 80’s I believe. I can’t remember…so I’ll keep reading consecutively until I find it. There are unfortunate side effects though. My facial hair is vast approaching a beard and I’m often lost contemplating the essence of virtue. Help me.
The one you’re looking for may be letter 88. You should take a look, but I’m not sure though.
Well, I guess we do suffer from the same disease. I pleasently read letters, books, satires, comedies and so forth, as long as they are something that I WANT to read. It changes from time to time though. We had to read -and understand every single letter and accent- of Iliad book 22, and it does give some personal satisfaction knowing that you understand it completely. But when a student of mine, whom I tutor, had to read a part of this book, I did not enjoy it at all, even though my love for the poet knows no boundaries.
Fortunately, there are some texts that truly do live through the ages. I can read Pericles’ funeral oration a hundred times, but there would still remain questions unanswered. This I truly like.
About your beard, I do have the feeling that when I read this stuff, mine does grow faster too. But luckily I’m still young and it doesn’t turn white (yet). Sleepless nights are more my enemy, moving Greek letters and complete sentences rush through my mind 
Ivan Ivanji’s books are now classified as Serbian rather than Croatian (but you have to make a real effort to notice the difference). I have read his novel on Constantine and what I like about him is that he never distorts history for sake of the plot. If you can say that about Gore Vidal then I am may try him.
Yep can’t wait to grow old so I can have a grey/white beard, so long as I can keep my body and reflexes etc. I predict that as my strength and tendency to punch people wanes I’ll move on from Homer and sort of…slide into philosophy and contemplative prose works. I do so hope not, but…
I just remembered the comment about Greek restaurants. Whilst I don’t fully agree with it, you definitely need to check out <<η πίττα του παππού>>. I…it sounds bad coming from someone who can cook well and enjoys food but…it literally is the best place ever. http://www.pittapappou.gr/ I love it so much, I’ve listed it amongst my hobbies. You want the Πίττα Ανάμικτο. Its different from traditional souvlaki but a million times better than the Western pseudo-stuff. Don’t make the mistake of ordering two like regular ones…they’re huge. I can’t believe its a chain. I mean wow.
Also, YES, letter 88!
I read Vidal’s other historical novel, Creation, and it was a flop in every sense of the word. Terrible. So its a one hit wonder in that regard. Ah, yes, the politics of language…could I ask why you picked up the language in the first place? If that’s not inopportune. I know you’ve spent time there, its just a rare language.
I read Vidal’s other historical novel, Creation, and it was a flop in every sense of the word. Terrible. So its a one hit wonder in that regard. Ah, yes, the politics of language…could I ask why you picked up the language in the first place? If that’s not inopportune. I know you’ve spent time there, its just a rare language.[/quote]
I spent five years in Zagreb. I wanted to get some insight into why Yugoslavia broke up so bloodily. Having lived in Croatia means that I am much more aware of Croatian extremism than Serbian even though I continue to believe that it was Serbian extremism that was most to blame.
Just in the last week you are probably aware that two islamists murdered an off duty soldier in London. This produced attacks by right wing nutters against mosques - just the sort of thing create more islamists. That dynamic where the extremists of both sides are in a sense allies is very similar to what happened in Yugoslavia but unlike Yugoslavia neither bunch of extremists in Britain is going to gain the kind of sponsor at the top that Serbian extremists gained in Milossevich.
What is the difference between Gore’s Creation and Gore’s Julian?
“where the extremists of both sides are in a sense allies”
Extremely well put and not something I’d thought of, thanks. Yes the current situation is frightening…I’ve no idea where its going to take us and I think we all know that the worst has yet to come. Sometimes I think of leaving but everywhere seems to be worsening.
EDIT: I wish I had the courage to do something like that. Although I was there in Greece when the first riots started. When that kid was shot, and saw all that. Its sad. I’ve seen Greece turn from the place I was most at home to…well…its sad.
Julian vs Creation: The latter ought to have been excellent due to the premise alone: A grandson of Zoroaster* travels from Greece to Persia to India to China and relates his journeys to his…grand nephew I believe. So much potential. Two things ruin it. The abominable grasp of history. Greece is simply not at all painted. The depiction of Persia and India is absolutely astoundingly terrible. Not only is it historically stupid to the point where Wikipedia would be a colossal step up. Its incredibly boring. Very Hitlerian incidentally with your blond Persians and white Indians. China is somewhat more interesting but slow moving and any historical realism has been dashed by American paranoia of China.
The central theme, Creation, isn’t something that shines through very well until just about the end. Prepare to be frustrated by bad writing.
Now, Julian, on the other hand is different. Obviously liberties are taken with history, that is the nature of novel writing, but its nowhere near as bad. The characters are thoroughly likeable…the letter format works exceptionally well and the characters just jump out at you. Its just a better book.
Incidentally there are two really under-rated novels on a similarish period to Creation which are infinitely better. One is about the comedic poet Eupolis by Tom Holt called “The Walled Orchard” and Nicholas Guild’s “The Assyrian”. Very well written, the first will make you laugh.
- Adopting the Greek dating rather than the traditional linguistic one which puts him several several centuries prior to the Persian wars.
To return to the topic: right now I’m checking scores from Roland Garros, Lleyton Hewitt losing in 5 sets to Gilles Simon (bummer!), Federer through in 3 sets, and gathering courage to cook a spaghetti carbonara (going to be yummy although I’m leaving out the pecorino).
And went for a bike ride, since the rain finally stopped. Still needed gloves, extremely cold for this time of year. Need the bike rides, because what else do I do: trying to get fit, mean and lean
I just remembered the comment about Greek restaurants. Whilst I don’t fully agree with it, you definitely need to check out <<η πίττα του παππού>>. I…it sounds bad coming from someone who can cook well and enjoys food but…it literally is the best place ever. > http://www.pittapappou.gr/ > I love it so much, I’ve listed it amongst my hobbies. You want the Πίττα Ανάμικτο. Its different from traditional souvlaki but a million times better than the Western pseudo-stuff. Don’t make the mistake of ordering two like regular ones…they’re huge. I can’t believe its a chain. I mean wow.
Also, YES, letter 88!
Well from the pictures alone I must say: it does look quite nice. I like this kind of food: fast, good taste, nice meat, and probably the best for a poor student: not too expensive 
Next week is the final week of my academic year, so I will ‘use’ this forum as a port of distress quite often ghehe
After this week, I am going to work hard on my Italian vocabulary. Being a student of classics does have its advantages: grammar is never ever a problem, and in this case, vocabulary isn’t really one either, since it’s just an exact copy of Latin 
Mmm, Greek food. If you want to make some yourself, I recommend the wonderful “The Glorious Foods of Greece: Traditional Recipes from the Islands, Cities, and Villages” by Diane Kochilas, a Greek expat living in the USA. It contains a wide variety of recipes equally suitable for the accomplished home cook as for the culinary challenged.
I love to run, which gives me a lot of good time to think and conjugate verbs. I’ll go to Starbucks and punish my kids severely if they refuse to come with me (this is a joke–they love going just as much as I do). Listen to Handel organ concertos and Miles Davis. Read through the Great Books series (I’m almost done with Don Quixote – funny as can be! What a goofball he was! I’m in the Army, and a few weeks ago I went on a combat foot patrol in Afghanistan, and that was a lot of fun too. I love tea a lot. Finally, I love homeschooling my kids. My favorite memories are of them sitting in my lap as we look at flashcards and read books together.
So I’m now bearded. Well its not much of a beard, the hairs are bushy and curly and my girlfriend complains I look too much like a Greek vase figure and hates it but still. I’ve been reading so much philosophy lately I thought it would fit, so I let it. I also sent her Julian’s Misopogon.
I feel 8.6% wiser.
I am a writer of fiction who often gets lost in the confluence of German, French and English. I am not sure if I speak all or any of these languages anymore. I admire cats for their single-minded devotion to solitude and dogs for their loyalty to their masters. I think any food with cranberries is a gift from God.
Sometimes I am in the US, other times in Niedersachsen, the most wonderful place on earth, where this time of year it rains for hours as hard as it can and then the Sun comes out for just an hour or two. When I am there in May or June the River Weser is muddy and moves slowly around the bend where I sit on a blanket during the brief breaks in the rain, but I wouldn’t want to lay beside any other river.
When I watch movies, I watch Isabelle Huppert with the sound off because her body movements and expressions speak more loudly that whatever she says. On occasion I’ve considered humbly writing the venerable Swiss actress, Annemarie Düringer, doyenne of the Wien Theater, and telling her how desperately I’ve loved her and her films from the Fifties to the present day, but I sit in uncomfortable silence and the words never come.
I think Claude Chabrol was one of the funniest men to ever have lived, and Rainer Werner Fassbinder was one of the most deranged. I can’t stop watching either of their films.
I once saw a guy get hit by a car, spin like a pinwheel, land on his leg the wrong way and laugh as he was being stretchered off. I shook for hours after that. I was never more scared on the primal level than when Hurricane Sandy passed through where I was in the States this last autumn. It made me feel very small and insignificant, which is what we are after all.