A good writing day (1863 words). I’ve been working (I’ve probably said) on a sequel to my alernative-myth in which Dido kills Aeneas and raises a Carthaginian empire in place of a Roman one. This novel is set a few hundred years later, at the end of the 6th century BCE around the founding of popular governments (democracy/republic).
Historically, in 510/509 BCE, the Athenians kick out the Pisistratid tyrants and head on the road to deomocracy (which is usually credited to the reforms of Cleisthenes in 503/502 BCE). And in what is a probably a case of synchronism, the Romans kick out the Tarquin kings/tyrants and found the Republic.
What’s striking to me is how both stories of the founding of popular rule are based basically on the woman in fridge trope (which trope I have discussed before). It is such an ancient and pervasive trope, in history stories as well as fiction. In Athens, what sets the revolution in motion involves a sexual shaming of the sister of Harmodius (one of the Tyrannicides). In Rome, it is the rape of Lucretia by Sextus Tarquinius, son of the king, and her subsequent suicide. Both motivate their male relatives to revolution, which leads to popular government.
I’m not a fan of the trope, but yet I find it at the center of some of my action. I think I’m using it subversively (the Tyrannicides in Athens historically fail and die and in my fiction I follow the shamed sister as one of my main characters; in my fiction, Lucretia doesn’t commit suicide – although the public is misled to believe she did – and she too will be a major player), but nevertheless it feels weird.
Onwards tomorrow.