Marius and Sulla – Tyrants of Rome

23 Nov

Marius and Sulla are not well known names now, but they were giants of the early first century BC. Ruthless, violent, single minded, they both had their sights set on ultimate power in Rome. Marius made his play first while Sulla was away, then Sulla came back to town and showed him how it should be done.

Born in 157BC, Marius was almost twenty years older than Sulla. He was from the equestrian class – well off, but not as rich as people from the senatorial class, like Sulla. He managed to rise to high political and military positions with help from aristocratic backers and by proving his own merits.

Marius was the kind of man you wanted to have on your side in a war. He was a ruthless commander who impressed ordinary soldiers with his willingness to suffer the same conditions as them, and impressed voters with his ability to get the job done in Rome’s wars. (He impressed them so much that he had been consul six times by the time of his final run-in with Sulla, and there was a prophecy, which may have been made up by Marius, that he would go on to have seventh consulship.)

When there wasn’t a war on, however, Marius was a bit of a spare part and ended up getting involved in fairly dirty politics. Fortunately for Marius, there were plenty of wars during his lifetime. Apart from his military victories and record number of consulships, Marius has two other claims to fame. Apparently, he was the man who first came up with the idea of making Roman javelin heads weak on one side. This meant that while they could still stick your enemy, once they had landed the neck would be bent and the enemy wouldn’t be able to throw them back at you. Clever.

The other, more significant thing, is that he was the first to recruit soldiers who didn’t meet the property qualification. This was from necessity, not planning, but it meant that these new rectruits didn’t have a farm to go back to when the war ended and had to rely on their general to be successful and be able to provide them with land he had captured. It was the beginning of a professional army, but it was also the beginning of armies that were loyal to their commanders, not to Rome, and that opened the door to the civil wars that racked Rome in the first century BC, and terminated with Augustus becoming Emperor.

Lucius Cornelius Sulla was from the senatorial class, a noble, but not very well off at the start of his life. A couple of legacies from women who were fond of him put that right, and he got his first break in the political arena under Marius. Sulla was chosen to serve under Marius as a quaestor (a junior politician) and in 107BC Marius took Sulla with him to Africa, which had been appointed as his field of command. The African king Jugurtha was defying Rome and Marius made a lot of progress in the war against him. It was Sulla, however, who captured Jugurtha alive by the risky strategy of trusting Jugurtha’s uncle, Bocchus, to betray his nephew to Sulla rather than the other way around. This was infuriating for Marius and from that moment on there was ill-feeling between Marius and Sulla. It didn’t help that Sulla had his signet ring inscribed with a picture of Jugurtha being handed over to him, or that Bocchus donated to Rome the same image hammered into a gold frieze.

Marius and Sulla’s animosity towards each other didn’t come to anything until the end of the Social War (91 – 89BC), a particularly nasty war since the Romans were fighting mainly against former allies. It had grown out of decades of political strife and violence over the question of land and citizenship for non-Roman Italians.

At the tail end of the Social War Marius started to take action against Sulla. He enlisted the help of a rabble-rousing tribune (a powerful politician outside the senate) called Sulpicius who had a group of six hundred supporters he called “the anti-senate”. Through sly dealing and plenty of violence they managed to get the real senate to withdraw the allocation of a command in Asia to Sulla, and give it to Marius instead, even though by this time Marius was getting rather old to be leading big campaigns. Marius was never satisfied with what he had, and the prospect of winning huge riches by defeating King Mithridates was too tempting to pass up.

When Sulla heard about this he took the army he had, which was all ready to go to Asia and fight Mithridates, and turned it towards Rome instead. This was the first time a Roman army had marched against the city of Rome, but it wouldn’t be the last. Sulla took control of the city, reversed all of the laws passed by Sulpicius, and had Sulpicius and Marius declared public enemies, so that they had to escape Rome or die. Sulpicius died, but Marius, after lots of adventures, made it to Africa where there were ex-soldiers who were loyal to him.

After sorting out the situation in Rome, Sulla acted as if life were going on as normal. He sent his army out of the city and performed his normal duties as consul (similar to a prime minister) until the end of the year. Then he went off to fight Mithridates as he had intended to do to start with. Sulla, who gave himself the nickname “lucky”, had a series of wonderful victories in western Asia and the Balkans, but while he was out of the picture Marius’ friends were active. With their help, Marius was soon back. He besieged Rome into submission, and then set about wreaking his bloody revenge on anyone who had ever opposed him, failed to help him, or even annoyed him. It got so bad that the gang of violent slaves who formed Marius’ huge bodyguard took it as a signal to kill people if they said hello to Marius and he didn’t say anything in reply. With Rome under his bloody thumb, Marius was elected consul a seventh time, as the prophecy had said. Much good it did him – he died of pleurisy just a couple of weeks later.

Sulla’s wife, Metella, managed to escape to him in Greece with their children, but most of his other friends and family had been killed. Furious, Sulla turned towards Rome. It wasn’t as simple as walking into Rome because Marius’ supporters, including his son, put up a fierce fight. Sulla had a well-trained army, though, and the support of a lot of the senate, who had been terrified by Marius’ random violence. They were prepared to welcome Sulla with open arms when he won.

He wasn’t quite the saviour they were looking for. Instead of restoring the state to its usual condition, Sulla declared himself dictator – sole ruler indefinitely, with the right to make up laws. Where Marius had been random and unpredictable in his violence, Sulla was much more organised. He made lists. Everyone on the lists, which were published, was declared an enemy of Rome. It was illegal to shelter them and there was a reward for anyone who kiled them. What was more, all their property was forfeit to the state, meaning that plenty of people ended up on the lists who had done nothing wrong except own a nice seaside villa or vineyard. This was called proscription, and it was one of the most sinister periods of Roman history.

Sulla was a man of contradictions, and while he was making the streets of Rome run with (largely innocent) blood, he was also using his power as dictator to bring in perfectly sensible laws about the regulations for holding political office, and he added new people to the senate to bring it back to full strength after all the murders. Then, after he had done all of this, he voluntarily retired from the position of dictator, remarried (Metella having died) and lived a quiet life until he died after a short illness a few years later, at the age of sixty. So both Marius and Sulla, who lived by violence, didn’t die by it. The legacy they left was more in keeping with their violent lives, though: Catiline, who failed in his armed struggle to become ruler of Rome in 63BC, and Pompey, who fought Julius Caesar for control of the Empire, got their training in civil bloodshed as Sulla’s supporters. Marius and Sulla’s civil war with each other set the stage for the more famous civil wars which were to follow.

If you want to read more:

Plutarch Life of Marius, Life of Sulla (easy, fun)

Appian The Civil Wars (a bit heavy, lots of detail)

Sallust The Jugurthine War, The Conspiracy of Catiline (pretty easy, exciting, reads like a novel)

Ancient History – Just the Best Bits

12 Nov

I am seriously thinking about trying to write something (“book” might be a bit ambitious at this stage) about the interesting bits of Ancient History.  It will be less an academic work and more an outpouring of idiosyncratic opinion.  I’ve already got a few suggestions from people: gladiators, Pompeii erruption, Christians and lions, Roman aristocracy, Salamis, and the Trojan horse.  And obviously, me being me, Alexander is going to feature A LOT.  However, I am still looking for more suggestions, which will be taken into consideration (no promises!).

This post is where I would like to collect them, because the ones I have at the moment are on a post-it note and are likely to get lost.  Please use the comment facility below.  Ta!

Mutual Grooming

3 Nov

After taking my black coat off today at work, I noticed that it had lots of blonde hairs clinging to the back of it.  It’s unavoidable because we all moult all the time, and if you’ve got long hair it’s especially noticeable.  The trouble is it makes you look scruffy and you never find out till afterwards.

Many times I have sat behind someone at church or on a bus, itching to remove the hairs that are making them look messy but not sure whether it’s rude, or if they’ll wonder what I’m doing.  But I would be grateful if someone did it for me!

So I think there should be an opt-out system.  Some sort of surreptitious little sign, probably only for women, to indicate that you don’t want to have your stray hairs removed.  Then the rest of us can tidy the hairs off each other without worrying about being though weird.  Who’s in favour?

The Telegraph and Me

31 Oct

I had the unfortunate experience of agreeing with two opinion pieces in the Telegraph.  It made me worry that comfortable middle-aged fascism is coming on early.  The one I most nodded along to was about Scottish hallowe’en versus American.  When I were a lass (she droned) we went guising, which is sort of like busking – songs, jokes, nice costumes.  Now even in Scotland some kids go trick or treating which is a bit like demanding money with menaces.  No, it’s exactly like demanding money with menaces.

However I was reassured when I found myself spluttering in outrage at something else the Telegraph said later.  They blamed middle class, non-racist liberals (that’s me, I take it) for the rise of the BNP.  Now, I understand the argument that if people, and especially political parties, pretend that there is no need for any immigration policy and to suggest otherwise is racism, you drive people who do have concerns about immigration into the arms of extremists.  But what they seemed to be suggesting was that actually not being racist was the problem, and if people couldn’t get their healthy bit of racism in the mainstream they would vote for the BNP.  Argh!  I don’t think I’ll be switching to the Telegraph just yet.

Harvest Thanksgiving

25 Oct

It’s nice when church cheers you up.  I know that’s not actually its purpose, but it is something you hope for if you’re feeling down when you go.  Today was harvest thanksgiving, apparently.  Harvest doesn’t really affect people in cities (we need newspaper articles to tell us what vegetables are in season) so the minister talked about all the other things we have to be grateful for, and invited us to put them (or a description of them) into the “harvest basket”  – temporarily, of course!

He mentioned things like laptops (my life would be much harder without mine) and phones, but also the ability to read and things like that.  We sang a song afterwards with the line “let the poor say ‘I am rich’ because of what the Lord has done for me”.  I could completely agree with it as I sang it.  I may be totally skint at the moment, but I have friends and family, a loving husband, a roof over my head, books to read and the ability to read them. It’s good to be reminded of how rich you are sometimes.

BTW, my hubbie put a photo of me in the basket – he is a pain sometimes but he certainly knows how to charm his way back into my good books!

Handbags, and My Failings as a Woman

23 Oct

I think there is something lacking in me as a woman: I’m just not that excited by handbags.  It feels like this should be the normal way to be (I mean, who gets excited about backpacks or suitcases?) but I realise I’m unusual because my friends’ reactions are completely different.

Not only am I not interested in buying them myself, I find I can’t even admire the handbags my friends buy themselves (or persuade boyfriends to buy).  They just seem silly, especially the designer ones.  One friend of mind bought a bag for several hundred pounds which was larger than two carrier bags but had no compartments, so she could never find anything when she wanted it, and all her make-up got bashed around.  On top of that, it weighed as much as a small child even when it was empty, thanks to big metal studs, and was designed to be carried in the crook of the arm.  How can you comfortably carry anything that big and heavy in the crook of your arm?  I didn’t even think it looked nice.

Anyway, I will just have to live with the disability of handbag blindness, and it will save me lots of money even if it earns me lots of scorn.

Pedestrian Highway Code

21 Oct

There’s a clear lack of rules for pedestrians, leading to traffic jams, collisions and general annoyance.  When sauntering around the shops I don’t notice it much but

a) that doesn’t happen very often, and

b) that’s because at that time I’m being part of the problem.

The problem is the different kinds of’ “traffic” going at any number of different speeds varying from half-crazed person on a half-hour lunch break, through teenagers and middle aged shoppers, to doddery old dears and people performing the texting dance (like the dance bees do to point out the location of nectar – a sort of weaving, figure of eight movement).

There are also no lanes, no hand signals, and absolutely no rear view mirrors, so when you decide to make your dive into a shop you have to guess what all the people between you and the shop door are going to do.

So here’s what I suggest:

1) Brake lights for pedestrians. These would set off it you suddenly noticed your shoelace was undone, or your eye was caught by something in a shop window.  This would avoid the awkward, edge-of-a-cliff stop you have to do if you are behind someone who stops, to avoid enveloping them in a full-body hug.

2) A lane system. I’m mainly talking about pedestrianised areas here.  Everyone on their lunchbreak, late, or in a hurry for any other reason should stick to the centre.  Anyone wanting to window shop, dawdle, text or make sudden stops should stick to the edges.  The central lane should be divided into the two directions for the avoidance of head-on collisions. Care should be taken at the entrances of shops etc. in case pedestrians are coming out, or manoevering in from the centre lane.  In this case, clear hand signals or audible warning should be given.

3) If these two measures don’t solve the problem (the problem being my getting irritated), we may have to introduce rear view mirrors, too, but that might be too drastic a step at the present time.  A quick glance in your powder compact should be sufficient.

Ruthless Peoples Magazine

18 Oct

Hooray!  Delayed by the credit crunch, issue 8 of Ruthless Peoples Magazine had just come out – and it features my story “In the Forest”.  This is especially cool as it is a bit of an odd story that I didn’t think I would find a home for. Click here to download it.

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What the world needs…

12 Oct

What the world needs is more pop up cards.  And books.  I have done my bit by making a pop up card for my mum’s birthday (it’s ok, she doesn’t read my blog).  Whenever anyone sees a pop-up there’s that moment of “uah!” – surprise and delight.  I once saw a pop up book with a pop up microscope and a pop up record player.  You would have to be surgically attached to your cynicism not to find that impressive.

What the world also needs is traffic regulations for pedestrians, but of that more later…

Hairless Alien Women

10 Oct

I have decided that adverts for women’s products, specifically depilitory treatments, are made be aliens.  Either that or they are made by people who have no contact with ordinary women and do not realise that the women who star in them are aliens.  Why do I think this?  They are all hairless before they start shaving!  Not a follicle in sight.

Now it could be that they removed their hair using some other method before they started filming the bit with the razor / epilitor / cream they are advertising.  But that wouldn’t make any sense.  They could better show the merits of their product by showing it removing hair, rather than being used in an hair-free environment.  No, it must be that the people who make the adverts do not realise that women naturally have hair on their legs and oxters.

So if they don’t know about hair, what do they think we use the product for?  Is it some kind of impractical but culturally embedded thing like like ties?  Ties, after all, don’t hold anything up and don’t clothe any part of your body that would otherwise be naked.  Or do they think women enjoy the sensation of shaving or eplilating.  (Further proof that these ads are made by hairless aliens is that claims about epilating being pain free would actually be true if you had no hair to start with.)

The only evidence I have been able to find comes from an Immac advert.  A woman, having used the cream a couple of days before, drops a silk scarf on her leg and it floats to the floor while her friend looks on in wonder.  So that must be the answer:  Using depliatory products preserves gravity around our legs.  If we didn’t use them, presumably our skirts would start to fly up.  If only preserving gravity were really painless…