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Tuesday, 25 April 2023

Back in the Saddle

True to my word, I have been doing my best to flourish. It's easier some days than others; on the whole, the past year has been a phenomenal improvement on the few before it, and I'm constantly reminded of that. The human brain, however, is not so easily pulled from its patterns.

I went far, far out of my comfort zone two weekends in a row a while ago, and both ended badly. Was there long-term damage or loss? No, just bad experiences in the moment and a sour memory to look back on. Both times, my brain has wanted to spiral down old, bad paths of hatred and regret and harm. Both times, I have allowed it a little indulgence before dragging it back to We Don't Do That Anymore. Friends have helped, both times; I think a huge enough step is allowing them to.

They're experiences. They're fine. They're markers of progress, and one will be a funny story and a surprise for the next game of Never Have I Ever, eventually.

I've also been playing Disco Elysium for a few weeks, which I am enthralled with of course. I could wax poetic but this is not a game review blog - read Polygon's 2019 review of it and play it yourself. But suffice to say, I have been feeling very much represented by a certain amnesiac detective and his host of inner voices. Ancient Reptilian Brain and Limbic System have a lot to say to me.

You can come an incredibly long way, and then have a minor setback - a mistake or rejection or shock or turn of luck - which sends your brain down a Bad Spiral. The progress from the past is that now, you still have a dog to walk, a cat to feed, a podcast to record, a letter to post, a shop to visit.

One of those setbacks was in February and it meant that I couldn't record for two months. But I am pleased to confirm that Sylvpod is back in full swing and will return to its fortnightly scheduling, starting... earlier today!

So, that was a long-winded way of providing a general update and that notice: Sylvestus: The Podcast is back, should be no further delays on it, go play Disco Elysium ✌️

Thursday, 25 August 2022

Playlists for the Public

We're still a long way from City being anywhere near to published, or even publicised at this point, but it is the point of considering what that publicity will look like. I mean heck, the darn thing needs a title first, but my brain's primary fixation recently has been on the playlist.

I always have a writing playlist for each story which is around four hours long. It typically starts as a few full albums which have very different vibes from each other but cover everything I feel for the story at the time, which very quickly is trimmed of the songs I don't enjoy as much, and then has more specific songs added, one or two at a time, over the entire time I'm writing for it. The end result is something that can fade into the background while I write but which keeps me in the headspace of the story or characters.
This is different to the official playlist for the novel, which are the ones I post on here, such as in the Sylvestus playlist deep dive I wrote; those are curated to around 1.5 hours from the larger ones, and tend to be more specific to the story and characters.

I'm pretty sure this isn't the first time I've mentioned - it's challenging going from one PoV character to five. It changes the pace, but it also changes the tone of the story, how they see the world. This is reflected for sure in the playlist; I wouldn't say that it has the most diverse genres of any of my writing playlists, but there are definitely some songs which have a vibe or theme very specific to one character, or several, or all except one, or were intended for one but now fit another, while others remain more neutral to the setting or the tone of the story itself. I've already decided that it's going to be one "official" playlist for the novel, rather than one per character - easier to promote, and also leaves some mystery and room for interpretation. And, although it's still a long way away, I'm already planning every time I listen which ones are going to make it.
Oh, there'll be edit upon edit and late additions and sudden cuts, but it's an exciting process, to highlight what absolutely must be used to represent this character, or recognise how key a tone-setter a particular artist was early on.
There's a need to justify, to exhibit, when it's the official playlist. I never claim to have good taste in music (I now disclaim to anyone I'm giving a lift to that as the driver, I get to choose the music, and I make no apology for what crap may come) but the official playlist is saying: this is the headspace I was in when writing. This is what I want you to feel when you read. This is what this story is, who these characters are. In many ways, it's more insightful than a blurb.
 
In contrast, I was listening to my Sylv writing playlist the other day. It largely consists of Halsey, Sia, and Fall Out Boy - in contrast, the official playlist has one Halsey song, no Sia, and no FOB. Almost every Florence + the Machine and Rag'n'Bone Man and Cage the Elephant song on the writing playlist made it onto the official one, because they were specific and key to the writing - but it was Halsey, Sia, and FOB which made the majority of my background listening while writing, which set the tone of the early days.

Right now, the City writing playlist is six and a half hours long, made about 50% up of Lorde, Melanie Martinez, Halsey again, and Twenty-One Pilots. How many of those will make it onto the official playlist? I imagine at least one or two of each, but I doubt much more.

There was, to be fair, a conundrum I faced when finalising the official Sylvestus playlist around the publication of Vol II.
Sia, as I mentioned, makes up a large chunk of the writing playlist, and her music was very important from the start for the headspace of Sylv. She writes a lot about sexual trauma and family and lashing out from it, and those are very Sylv things. There isn't exactly the same market right now of male songs about those subjects. And right before the publication of Sylv Vol II, she came out saying some pretty shitty things about autistic people.

Problematic and cancelled and performative activism are so ugh right now, and have been for a few years, which is why I didn't even touch it at the time. I kept Sia songs on the playlist until the last possible minute, because they were so important for Sylv to me, and then I took them off shortly before the Deep Dive post because at the time I worked in support for children with learning disabilities, and I have many autistic friends, and it felt like directly shitting on them to be like "lol nah f*ck u tho, still gonna promote her music cos i like it xox". Similarly, if someone shamelessly pulls out Harry Potter stuff and shoves it at me, I immediately am on edge and do not trust that person. I, a trans person of Jewish heritage, do not personally believe that you should burn all of your old HP merch and never re-watch the movies or read the books if you enjoy them, but I also do not trust someone who proudly declares that they support and adore an antisemitic, anti-abortion, racist transphobe and her works.
But as soon as I decide, Okay, someone's music can be excluded from this playlist because of a shitty thing they said - well, now we're in a whole new territory.
Twenty-One Pilots haven't (to my knowledge) ever been explicitly homophobic, but they refuse to disavow the homophobia of the church they were raised in. Melanie Martinez and Halsey have both been accused of sexual assault. Kesha wrote a transphobic song many years ago. Brendan Urie of Panic! at the Disco is a bit of a dick. Frank Iero from My Chemical Romance frequently said fetishistic things about Asian women on their 2007 tour. P!nk did a collab with Eminem even though he's been accused of domestic violence. And all of those still feature on my writing or official playlists and I still enjoy listening to all of their music. And I'm not exactly out here running background checks of every single artist I've ever listened to!

So, where's the line? Maybe it's short-sighted, but for me it's in direct hurt.
Me listening to Sia, as a few tracks on a five hour playlist, by myself while driving or writing, makes her about 0.000001p per stream and provides a negative impact for precisely no-one. Me putting her on a playlist a few weeks after she says horrible things about autistic people and then shoving it in the faces of my autistic friends who have expressed hurt over what she said? That's hurtful. It's not me hiding things or giving into peer pressure; it's me saying, I care about you, so I am not going to subject you to this right now.
A friend watching a DVD of their favourite Harry Potter movie to comfort themselves after a bad day? That's... not doing any harm. People happily and without critical thought paying obscene amounts of money for a new Harry Potter game which explicitly promotes antisemitism and provides a platform for someone who openly uses that money to campaign against trans rights in the UK? That is directly harming me.
 
I don't know where the line is. I doubt there is one. It's a river, shifting back and forth with the seasons, changing over time and sometimes making a weird little Oxbow lake.

Everything is problematic. Everything has an effect on the world. Both are true. Make your impact something good, eh?

Friday, 28 January 2022

30/90

I feel like a few years ago, tick, tick... BOOM! (oh wow i'm only going to type that once) would have become my obsession, in the same way Hamilton did in its hayday. Heyday? Anywayday-
It has a lot of things in similar, which makes sense given LMM's involvement, and those similarities - mainly in its message, its sense of urgency - are part of what brought me so close to Hamilton at the time. I was living it up in sixth form, excelling academically, thriving with a group of friends I adored, and writing my little heart out with the first draft of what would become Sylvestus. I was going through some terrible sh*t, but I still look back on that time fondly. Ahh, nostalgia. But something I really miss is... how driven I was. Write like you're running out of time, that was the mantra of those two years - writing for passion, revising, studying, all of them, I did with a fervour I had felt for most of my teen years but never quite so strongly, and have felt only in comparatively muffled, sporadic bursts since.

I didn't super click with tick, tick... BOOM! (i lied) when I watched it a few weeks ago - I enjoyed it, but it didn't lodge right in the brain like Hamilton did. But to be honest, musicals don't tend to for me. I'm... not that huge of a musicals person. I dunno. I'm fairly neutral on them beyond a few phases of the usuals.
But I have been listening to the soundtrack on loop the past week, and it's really starting to dig right into that psyche, and I think I'm getting why. For those who haven't seen it and don't mind spoilers - it's a film about Jonathan Larson, who wrote Rent, before he wrote Rent. Specifically, it's about the week before his 30th birthday and the first workshop for the musical he's written, Superbia, which he's certain isgoing to be his break into the industry and eternal call to fame. He feels like this will be his last chance to be successful because of the impending deadline a 30th birthday brings and how much time and love he's put into Superbia.
The workshop goes well, but he has to move on from Superbia to continue his career and eventually finish Rent and have the legacy we know today. His agent affectionately reminds him that the heartbreak of abandoning projects you've poured years and hours and lifetimes into because they're never going to be The One is part of being a creative.
Yeah, it hit home.

I was considering naming this post 25/22 to make it more personal, but it doesn't have quite the same effect (too many syllables), plus to be honest, I'm not especially stressed about turning 25 in the year 2022 in the same way Jonathan is about turning 30 in 1990. But it... definitely still rings true for me in other parts.

Stop the clock
Take time out
 

Can you be optimistic?
You're no longer the ingénue.
 
Man, was I ever?

Cages or wings,
which do you prefer?
Ask the birds
 
When I was young, I was so desperate and driven to write. I was determined to be the youngest person to ever x, or the best to ever y - I knew I had a talent, a gift, and I was going to blow the world away. When I finished writing The Red Prince, I was certain that this was it, I had done it. It was going to change the world.
It was pretty rubbish and had no deep significance at all. It took me a long time and a lot of heartbreak to move on and start writing something else. After I finished Seeking and Dying Ember, I felt like... like I'd done what I needed to with them. I'd written them, I'd published them, I'd shared them, it was time to move on.
It was different when I finished Sylv. I was terrified to lose him. I felt like there was so much more but I didn't know where it was.
I still don't. I don't know what I want.

The time is flying
and everything is dying
Thought by now I'd have
a dog, a kid, a wife
 
I want to settle down and be stable and not constantly be stressed about money, I want a house I can stay in for more than a year and can paint and put shelves up in, I want to save up for a nice sofa and to buy new bedding without feeling guilty because my five year-old bedding is technically still usable even if it's a little faded and yellow, I want to be a stay-at-home dad, I want to walk a dog twice a day, I want stability, I want a life.
I want to study for a living, I want to discover new things, I want to be out in nature learning and teaching, I want to make a difference, I want to save a species, I want to tackle climate change, I want to save the world, I want to work with animals, I want to be active every day and excel at something and enjoy what I do.
I want my stories to reach a million eyes and a million hearts, to sell hundreds of thousands of copies, to have fanbases, to be adapted, to be discussed and hated and adored, to be someone's comfort book, to inspire someone else to write, to touch more people than I'll ever meet.
I read a short story once, about a fae who could see the want in people reaching out, could take it like a hand and guide them away into nothingness; it warned about wanting too badly, about yearning for something you weren't and not being grateful for what you were. I recognised the feeling it described because I felt it so strongly every day. I think I've been afraid to want too loudly since I read it. I try not to want, to yearn or to desire or to long, but instead to plan and schedule and work - but it's hard when you won't let yourself acknowledge what it is you want to work for.

Johnny has no guide
Johnny can't decide
Can he settle down
and still not drown?
 
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. I've wasted another evening watching TV, I've wasted another week putting off writing, I've wasted another year in a job I like well enough but that doesn't fit any of my goals. I could work harder or try for a higher-earning job where I make even less of a difference and care about it less, and begin to save money to achieve Life Plan A, but I can't quite bring myself to sell out like that. It's literally like, the villain of every story about a creative person. I could give up on the proverbial a dog a kid a wife for another few years and live off the skin of my teeth with no time for writing doing a course in something I really care about and am passionate for and work towards Life Plan B, but I can't quite bring myself to go back to that. I already served my time as a p*ss-poor student, I'm tired of that life. I could continue as I am now but shift my priorities and actually try to get Sylvestus or another of my books into the mainstream and actually work towards Life Plan C, but... well, why not?
I don't know.
Is it fear of rejection? Is it avoidance anxiety? Is it all the practical considerations - "publishers never accept a first novel over 100,000 words, the publishing industry will force you to sell out, mainstream publishers won't let you keep those aspects of your story, blah blah blah"? Or is it a bigger, deeper, vaguer fear, unnamed and all-encompassing?
 
I don't know. But this week I ordered a bulk bunch of copies of both volumes of Sylvestus to try and get distributed and sold in local bookshops where I live, the first significant (and even then, barely anything really) financial investment I've made in my writing in years. I plan to do a run of flyers and business cards soon - again, I used to do those for Seeking, never really got any instant feedback from it, never even bothered since then. I'm prioritising writing itself and Getting It Done again.

Fear or love baby,
don't say the answer
Actions speak louder than words
 
I can't promise that This Will Be It. It takes a lot to acknowledge your deepest anxieties and take action on them. But it's a step, eh? I'll try not to wait til the week of my 30th birthday, at least.


Saturday, 17 April 2021

A Deep Dive into the Sylvestus Playlist

There's only one playlist for both Vol I and Vol II of Sylvestus, but I did update the playlist between them (apologies to anyone who particularly loved the original and hates the updated one - it's only a few different songs and tbh i can't remember what i took out now, but there's probably some old screenshots floating around somewhere). I've also done some art pieces inspired by the scenes or characters some of those songs relate to, though I never committed to making it a proper series as I've never completed any kind of art challenge and probably never will. So, I figured I'd go a little deeper in this post into what those songs mean for Sylv, the story, and me!

Major spoilers ahead for both volumes of Sylvestus. Mention of non-explicit themes of trauma and recovery.

As you read, you can listen to the playlist here:


If that isn't working, you can also search for "Sylvestus" on Spotify, or, idk, look at the track list below and individually find all the songs on YouTube.

Let's get started!

This Night - Black Lab

 
"So take this night / wrap it around me like a sheet / I know I'm not forgiven but I need a place to sleep / So take this night / lay me down on the street / I know I'm not forgiven but I hope that I'll be given some peace / Some peace"
 
This was the first song I ever associated with Sylv, and its lyrics are handwritten on the first piece of art I ever did of him, over six years ago, pretty much the same day I conceived of him (see this compared to a year-old piece below).
Sylv was quite a bit different then, as you can imagine. But this song encapsulates the core character I started with: a powerful, charismatic, dark figure in the daytime; haunted by night terrors that chase him down to sleep. He knows he's done bad things and that what happens now is his own fault, he's not asking to be forgiven, he just wants to give up and find rest. Thus, this is the song I imagine over Epilogue, and it was fitting that it go first on the playlist. Of course, by the end of Vol II, we realise that it is not giving up and finding rest at all, but that's the core of Sylv and how his character changed. He keeps going, but what he's going toward is different.

ID: a digital painting of Sylv, a white man with short dark hair wearing a brown tunic, brown boots, and a red cloak. He is sat hunched over with his head between his arms, his cloak pulled under him, his feet apart. His expression is one of despair. The background is dark and cloudy, and the shadows are painted in blue and green. End ID


ID: a traditional painting of Sylv. He is dressed in the same red cloak, a red tunic, and grey armour, with short dark hair in a slightly different hairstyle to the previous painting. He is in the image twice, in the first panel leaning on a brown wall looking down, and in the second panel standing straight, looking forward, and smiling. The background is pale grey and the lyrics to Black Lab's This Night are written in black pen around the edges. End ID   


Bullet in a Gun - Imagine Dragons

 
"The Roman King, the Romulus / the precipice, born to change ... Lose the mind, lose yourself / you only care about fame and wealth / Bullet in a gun, but in the end my time will come / Like a bullet in a gun, blood sweat and tears to be the one"
 
This one's p shallow in comparison to This Night lol. It mentions insanity and losing yourself, it mentions selling out for wealth, p standard stuff of which there are many songs, some of which are also on the playlist. I just chose this one cos it's also a jam with a nice beat and it mentions a "Roman king". I'm a sucker for a loose association on a good jam.

Wolves Without Teeth - Of Monsters and Men

 
"I can see through you / we are the same / It's perfectly strange / you run in my veins / How can I keep you / inside my lungs / I breathe what is yours / you breathe what is mine"
 
This is more of an abstract one. I chose the lines above for this post because you could very much make a Sylv/Nahvo'que comparison there, but that wasn't really my intention when I chose it. It's more of a vibe. It takes third position on the playlist because it's introducing the reader slash listener to Anteria, and Sylv's relationship to Anteria and Nahvo'que. You could also make a case for wolves and Vishade'que, and the song's references to sleep and Sylv's night terrors. Idk, it's just a vibe innit.

Which Witch - Demo/Bonus Track - Florence + the Machine

 
"Who's a heretic now? / Am I making sense? / How can you make it stick? / Waiting 'til the beat comes out"
 
This track's placement in the playlist is very simply because it represents Lavi's introduction to the story, and her role for most of Vol I. I can't really pin it down to a lyric or a theme (religion and imprisonment both feature, but they do so in a lot of Florence + the Machine's songs, what made this one special?) - it's just, once again, The Vibe. I always consider taking it off and then don't cos those drums and claps Get to Me.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) - Eurythmics

 
"Some of them want to use you / Some of them want to be used by you / Some of them went to abuse you / Some of them want to be abused"
 
... it's just a jam, folks. A long, long time ago, when Sylv was no more than a few scribbled chapters and a grand idea, a friend told me this line reminded them of him, and it's had an honourary place on the playlist ever since. For Divites, Lavi, Aemilius, Capito, Velleius, Pulex, Rom - and it's a really good dance tune. The playlist needed something lighter, y'know?

Control - Halsey

 
"I paced around for hours on empty / I jumped at the slightest of sounds / I couldn't stand the person inside of me / I turned all the mirrors around ... And all the kids cried out / "Please stop, you're scaring me" / I can't help this awful energy / Goddamn right, you should be scared of me / Who is in control?"
 
I've loved how perfectly these lyrics (and the rest of the song) match up with Sylv's descent into madness at the hands of Nahvo'que for years. Plus the neurotic circling of the instruments feeling reminiscent of someone pacing their rooms in tighter and tighter circles, caught up in the mind-mangle of their own head.
This song was also on the Vol I playlist, and comes early on in it, despite the fact that the lyrics match up much better to the end of Vol II between Lavi's death and Sylv's, because like. Foreshadowing bro. It's what Sylv will eventually become, but the signs were there from the start.

Pursuit of Happiness - Lissie

 
"Tell me what you know about them night terrors every night / 5am, cold sweats, waking up to the sky? / Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams? / Tell me what you know about night terrors? Nothing / You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow / Rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow / I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know / everything that shines ain't always gonna be gold / Hey, I'll be fine once I get it / I'll be good"
 
There comes a point in Sylv and Lavi's relationship where they really start challenging each other; narratively it's more in Vol II, but I keep this song here to indicate what they have yet to come. They're both idiots tumbling into a friendship they don't understand. They're both in their late 30s, but Lavi is broken open from grief, impulsively letting herself be captured in a hare-brained "plan" to use Sylv to free her god; Sylv is cracked with a different kind of pain, unfamiliar with friendship and intimacy, planning to use Lavi to further oppress her people. When applied to them, the verse about night terrors is almost confrontational - they can't imagine what the other has been through... until they do. It also discusses this idea of both of them searching for something that will bring them ultimate unbreakable happiness, something equally impossible for each: for Sylv, his smallholding on Macedonia; for Lavi, a world ruled by Nahvo'que where she can be with her family again.

I Fought Piranhas - The White Stripes

 
"And I fought piranhas / And I fought the cold / And there was no-one with me / And I was all alone"
 
Another less the lyrics and more The Vibe. Arguably its position about halfway through the playlist indicates the end of Vol I and specifically the Aemilius/Capito plot, because the song as a whole is definitely there for Sylv's business dealings and crookery, both now and in the past. At the end of Vol I, he seems to have sided with Capito and Velleius to drive Aemilius and Camillus out of business, but we get the sense that this alliance won't survive the next book. After all, Sylv always ends up all alone.
 

Wolves - Single Version - Rag'n'Bone Man

 
"Keep the wolves from the door / I hear 'em scratching like I don't know better / Won't you keep the wolves from the door / It won't be long before I cave in and open up the door"
 
Normally I try to space out tracks on the playlist that have a similar theme or sound, but this one largely does represent Sylv on that grind to rip people off and make dolla. Though, I do think it demonstrates more what he's running from, rather than what he's driving to.

Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier

 
"All you have is your fire / and the place you need to reach / Don't you ever tame your demons / but always keep them on a leash"
 
Ahh yes, the basic b*tch playlist choice of every morally grey protagonist. Looking at the lyrics about growing up haunted by inner demons and trying to overcome them, it's easy to apply this track to Sylv, and that definitely is a part of it, especially at the end of Vol I. But I also really like it as a Lavi song. After all, it is Lavi who is described as having "something powerful, something dark" inside her, Lavi who wants to see the world burn to free her god. Both Sylv and Lavi are driven by that dark ugliness inside themselves to do what they do, but both of them must learn to tame it or fall prey to it. Bruliinae helped tame Lavi's fire, Lavi and Rom and Pulex helped stabilise Sylv, but in the end, when they end up alone... all they have is their fire.

Ready to Let Go - Cage the Elephant

 
"Don't you worry baby / No sense tryna change it / I'm gon strike these matches / Never had control / I'm ready to let go now / Was I fooling myself? / I'm gon spread these ashes / Never had control / I'm ready, I'm ready / I'm ready to let go"
 
UGH. I really just. Love this song. I love the sound, I love the lyrics, I love the Sylv/Lavi connection. Sylv admitting that he never had control, burning it all down. Given that at this point in the playlist we're kind of representing the start of Vol II, he won't be ready to let go of Lavi for a long time, but the playlist needed a bop and I like to think of it as a "looking forward" song, especially after what Arsonist's Lullaby just told us.
 
ID: a digital painting of Sylv and Lavi from the shoulders-up. Lavi is a south-east Asian woman with her hair bound in red braids. She is facing to the left. Behind her and upside-down, Sylv is facing to the right. They are both highlighted in orange and shadowed in blue. The background is an inverted photo of the Roman Forum ruins, faded on parchment. End ID


Glory and Gore - Lorde

 
"No-one round here's good at keeping their eyes closed / The sun's starting to light up when we're walking home / Tired little laughs, gold-lie promises: "we'll always win at this" / I don't ever think about death / It's all right if you do, it's fine / We gladiate but I guess we're really fighting ourselves / Roughing up our minds so we're ready when the kill time comes / Wide awake in bed, words in my brain / "Secretly you love this, do you even wanna go free?" / Let me in the ring, I'll show you what that big word means"
 
Ooh that was a big lyric chunk, sorry. But this whole verse really stands out to me as being about the Romans, specifically the munifex, specifically the boys Sylv manipulates and twists. Divites, Musca, and Aquila, all people whose insecurities and masculinity Sylv exploited under the banner of serving Romanum imperium to serve his own ends. Even Velleius - while he's never been bothered about slaughtering natives, he does come to struggle with Sylv's agenda and the manipulative relationship they put each other in. Plus gladiators, Romans, you know how it be.

Third Eye - Florence + the Machine

 
"Hey, look up! / You don't have to be a ghost here amongst the living / You are flesh and blood / and you deserve to be loved and you deserve what you are given / 'Cos there's a hole where your heart lies / and I can see it with my third eye / and oh, my touch it magnifies / You pull away, you don't know why"
 
Iiiiiit's another Sylv/Lavi song! I just really love their relationship and I really love this track for it. I don't even think I need to go into much detail on this one; the lyrics kinda speak to their relationship and where it goes, and while things may end badly, I adore the hopefulness of this one.
But, secret... it's also a Sylv/Velleius song. Arguably Sylv does know why he pulls away from Velleius, but this comes into question as he grows closer and more vulnerable with several people.

A Little Wicked - Valerie Broussard

 
"No-one calls you honey when you're sitting on the throne / I'll be high up in that tower, he'll be down there getting stoned / Beware the patient woman 'cos this much I know: / No-one calls you honey when you're sitting on a throne"
 
A lot of the tracks on the Sylvestus playlist - and on the 5 hr writing version I have, which has some much more tenuous connections in it - are kind of ~female empowerment~ anthems. It was mostly these which I had first, the majority of other tracks on the playlist you see came a lot later - it relates a lot to Sylv's gender and sexuality issues in the culture of ancient Rome, which I have talked about before, but what Vol II touches on a lot more (and something I therefore plan to talk about eventually) is the privilege of his masculinity. Hispania calls him out on it, but the She-wolf, as his female sex worker foil and an enemy from his past, represents it best, which is why this track is on there for her, not for Sylv. Lorem Lupa is not a good person, but she is fascinating. She will do anything to sit on that throne, no matter who gets hurt.

ID: a digital painting of Lucia Lorem Lupa, the She-wolf. She is a white woman with long dark brown hair, standing facing the viewer with her legs apart and her shoulders back proudly. She is wearing a pink dress, a gold necklace, band, and belt, and has a wolf-headed dagger strapped to her left thigh. End ID


Life in Her Yet - Rag'n'Bone Man

 
"She still remembers a time that was uncomplicated / but sure as the sunrise she's seen things that you'll never know / losses and heartache amount to her strength / but oh, how they both take their toll / She's still here fighting, you better know / there's life in her yet"
 
Oh nooooo oh noo ohohoh nooooooo yeah it'ssssss Lavi's death song! That scene is my least favourite to write and read, but one that has taken among the most revisiting and redrafting of any in all volumes and drafts, because it deserves the best. It's probably the oldest Lavi song I have on this playlist. And tbh, there's not much more I can add beyond what's in the song and what's in the scene.

Run Boy Run - Woodkid

 
"Tomorrow is another day / and you won't have to hide away / You'll be a man, boy / but for now it's time to run / It's time to run"
 
The ultimate one-person concert jumping song! Do yourself a favour and watch the live version if you haven't seen it (and if u don't hate the song, i guess).
Pretty simple; it represents Sylv running away from his pater on that one morning, sprinting through the countryside as fast as he could as dawn broke, knowing that if he slowed for a second he would crack and go back and never try to leave again; and it represents that he's still running, always has been.
The drawing i did to accompany it is of Rom, because Rom, while his only companion and for many years his only source of vulnerability, also represents him clinging onto that legacy, taking his pater's dogs with him even while making them his own symbol.
Also because Rom was a lot easier to draw running than 15 y/o Sylv (i tried, several times).

ID: a digital painting of Romulus, a Molossus dog who looks like a kangal dog. He has thick cream fur with dark brown paws, ears, and muzzle, and golden eyes. He is running to the right with his tail high. The background is shades of blue altered to make it look as though Rom is sprinting past. End ID

 

Praying - Kesha

 
"You brought the flames and you put me through hell / I had to learn how to fight for myself / And we both know all the truth I could tell / I'll just say this: I wish you farewell / I hope you're somewhere praying, praying" 
 
There's definitely a full post somewhere about the surprising yet undeniable Christianity of Sylvestus, particularly Vol II, and its themes of forgiveness, so this seemed an apt choice. It's an unusual vibe and message for a song, but one I get along with very well. Sylv will never get justice for everything that happened to him, his pater will never repent or make amends, and in the end what Sylv needed to do was say goodbye for good and know that he would not let him haunt him any longer. And hope that maybe others who have considered themselves as unforgiveable and irredeemable as Sylv felt can find their forgiveness too.

Caught - Florence + the Machine

 
"And I'm caught / I forget all that I've been taught / I can't keep calm, I can't keep still / Pulled apart against my will"
 
I have taken this track off the playlist and added it back on a half-dozen times, mostly because I didn't really want to have four songs by the same artist and this was the one that skimmed the cut. It's been on the playlist for years, and originally to me was loosely about Sylv and Lavi and their inherently unbalanced relationship - but as I came to the end of Vol II, I realised how much more I love it for Velleius. He knows better, has known how it would end since the start, but they sunk their hooks in each other and couldn't pull free.

It Only Gets Much Worse - Nate Ruess

 
"I was born before the storm / My mother placed a dozen thorns / The sorrys and the take it backs / lay silent in her folded hands / Oh, head to headstone I just danced / oblivious to consequence / As morning sank into the ground / the highest branch I sought it out ... All your love may fade away / All you'll become may all go to waste / So I can't stand to hear you say it hurts / when it only gets much worse"
 
There's no real connection to Sylvestus here, apart from "I used to listen to the Grand Romantic album a lot when I was first writing Sylv" and "something about motherhood, Sylv not knowing his, the brief insight we get into Lavi's deep relationship with hers, futility, suffering, something". It keeps the playlist diverse at least 🤷‍♂️

Foreigner's God - Hozier

 
"Her eyes look sharp and steady / into the empty parts of me / but still my heart is heavy / with the hate of some other man's beliefs ... Screaming the name of a foreigner's god / The purest expression of grief"
 
Time to be Sad About Lavi and Kahickuen Again.
It's really the most classic, OG Lavi song for me, with insanely powerful lyrics in that context and Hozier's sweet sweet voice.

Emperor's New Clothes - Panic! at the Disco

 
"If it feels good, tastes good / it must be mine / Heroes always get remembered / but you know legends never die / And if you don't know, now you know / I'm taking back the crown / All dressed up and naked / See what's mine and take it / The crown / So close I can taste it / See what's mine and take it"
 
Remus is free and it's gonna make this everyone's problem. The song captures the vibe of those few late chapters very well, from Remus' perspective at least; for Sylv, it's more like...
 

The Sound of Silence - Disturbed

 
"Hello darkness, my old friend / I've come to talk with you again"
 
This cover of Simon & Garfunkel's soft acoustic classic is... certainly something. In terms of genre, it's not super my thing, and oh man, The Sound of Silence is sooooo overdone, right? But... something about the two together really speaks to me. Call me an emo.
Specifically, too, the original was one of the songs the creator of Remus/Nahvo'que originally picked out for it/him. She had this idea of the vengeful fiery god of death possessing a mortal tiger by the name of Remus, who was then going to attempt to pass the curse off onto Sylv; she kindly let me adapt this into what eventually became the plot of Sylvestus, the tiger already possessed (the loose canon implied in the text is that a cub's mother was killed by Capito and Divites - becoming the symbol of the Tiger's Jaw Inn and also of the Vol I cover - and that the cub crawled into Nahvo'que's templum to die, becoming his preferred mortal host when Sylv partially frees Nahvo'que at the end of Vol I) and now in pursuit of Sylv's soul. The "silence" is what Sylv faces in his night terrors, in the mirror, but it's also the lurking burning dark in which he, and all of Nahvo'que's other hosts - tiger, moth, shrew - are trapped.

Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine

 
"Holy water cannot help you now / Thousand armies couldn't keep me out / I don't want your money / I don't want your crown / See, I've come to burn your kingdom down ... Seven devils all around me / Seven devils in my house / They were there when I woke up this morning / And I'll be dead before the day is done"
 
If This Night is what plays over Epilogue, Seven Devils is what plays over Prologue: the same chapter, but also completely different in our perspective and understanding of it. I don't have too much to say other than that this is a very powerful song that very much encapsulates those final moments as Nahvo'que chases Sylv down into the dark. And he stops being afraid. Big trailer music energy y'know.

ID: a digital painting of a man's chest in muted colours of pale blue, purple, and grey, with rough sketched lines in brighter versions of those colours. The lungs, stomach, and liver are highlighted, however where the heart should be is a moth. End ID


Hope you enjoyed this deep dive into the official Sylvestus playlist! Buy your copy of Vol II now here, or find out more here.

Sunday, 22 November 2020

Oops! All Poems!

Yaaaaa apologies for the fact that every single dang post since like September has been as a poem; I queued them early on expecting to have other content to post in between, and then... life. Y'know. Everything.
 
So I figured I at least owed an update on everything, if nothing else than at least to space out the ding-dang poems.
Except not really. 'Cos y'know. My life is kinda private and stuff. So just some things. We'll see how it goes.
 
Poetry Corner
 
I recently performed in a poetry event organised by the awesome Sierra Moulinié, of Poems from My Hospital Bed. Check them out on Facebook and Youtube; I adore their work and had missed seeing them perform regularly at my local poetry evenings, so it was great to reconnect. Their Poetry Corner event also features a bunch of other great writers! I perform first in the video below:
 

Massive thanks again to Sierra and to everyone who performed that evening (and Chris, for being on tech).

Sylv
 
Ooooooh he do be coming!
It's been a while since I actually did an update on where he's at, so I figured I'd clarify. At the moment, I have a physical paperback proof copy, the first, of Sylvestus Vol II: The Rise. That means that the bulk of cover design, formatting, etc. is done, as is the majority of major reworks following the first beta-read I recently talked about. It's weird having him be... fully back in my control again. The stage I'm at right now is two-fold: picking through Vol II in detail for typos or formatting errors present in the paperback that might have been missed, or might not appear at all, in the digital drafts; and quick-reading Vol I and then Vol II, effectively trying to cram them in as short a time as possible to make it more likely that I'll pick up on plot holes or inconsistencies that are harder to catch when you're as zoomed-in as you have to be at other points in editing. My brain is struggling with the latter at the moment, because it's drained from work and personal things, but I'm still enjoying the process.
Next, I'll fix up everything I find in those reads, as well as doing final rework on any major points following discussions with beta-reader and others. Controversial plot points, character arcs the satisfaction of which are a matter of personal opinion, things that you need that input for. There's also some changes to be made to the cover and formatting.
When those are done, a second proof will be printed, which I'll go through with the red pen again, looking exclusively for final typos and printing errors. Changes and amendments. Then, a hopefully-final proof copy... Which I'll go through again. At that point I will hate every word on every page with a fiery passion because it will have been the at least ninth time I will have read that book cover-to-cover in the space of two months. And then, if nothing is amiss and no major life happens... It'll be go-time. Which is still aiming for early 2021! Just not one hundo percent able to give an official release date yet.
 
Media
 
Okay even tho I only had two things to really talk about it felt weird to make subheadings and only use them twice. So I guess time for another update on things I'm watching, playing, and listening to...?
Most of my non-work, non-Sylv, non-D&D time is currently occupied by the Mass Effect trilogy. Actually my second playthrough. Idk, it's very good, they're doing a remaster, I'm excited. I also played Andromeda (haven't actually finished it but logged like 80 hours) and while I see the faults I have enjoyed it a lot. I played the first few hours of the new Amnesia but it was too spoopy so I took a break while I play Mass Effect - very good tho. My first horror game! Being a brave boy.
The only things I'm really watching at the moment are old Taskmaster series and... no, no, that's it actually.
I read VE Schwab's new book, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue, in about two days, the first book I'd even touched in months, and it was awesome, because of course it was, she's great. The first half was much more enrapturing than the second I felt, but it still rocked. Vicious will always be the best, but no book of hers has ever let me down yet.
On the podcast front, the only new one since the last time I did a media update is Court Appointed. It's fairly good, decent background noise, but my main favour in the past few weeks lies with Hello from the Magic Tavern, Wonderful!, and the ever-present Sawbones. Oh! And I watched the Sawbones/MBMBaM live virtual show... an hour ago. It was really good. I laughed so hard I cried at one point, at least in part thanks to being able to watch it (eventually) on call with one of my best friends.

Those are my recommendations, I guess...? I'm sorry they're not especially exciting. Life has been A Lot recently; four days a week I do pretty much nothing except work, travel there and back, cook, and sleep, and all of my energy on the remaining days goes into D&D and Sylv, to the point that there's nothing left of me to actually read cool new books or try out unfamiliar shows and games. I don't anticipate it chilling out any time soon; I kept saying it would so I'd be able to write a better post than this, but it hasn't, hence the massive build-up of poetry posts instead. At least I get two weeks off work over Christmas.

This is all I have to say. It is only 8pm but I must retire to my bed now as I am so very tired in both body and soul. God be with ye, good reader.

Wednesday, 22 July 2020

A Spiritual Connection to Pliny the Elder

There's a recurring joke in Vol II which is extremely specific and probably only relevant to about six people in the world who will get it, but damn if it doesn't make me happy, so I'm fighting to keep it in. I'm not gonna... Like, if I was just gonna talk about what it means, I should wait until it's at least published, but I wanted to talk about Pliny the Elder today, so I guess what I'm saying is that this was a sh*tty intro to excuse talking about him on my writing blog.

It started with Sawbones:



This is, specifically, the Pliny the Elder episode, but he gets brought up almost every episode, because it's a medical history podcast and he wrote a lot about medicine. A lot. Except like, ancient Roman medicine, which gets kinda buck-f*ck-wild. And, it turns out, not just medicine, but zoology, geography, philosophy... The Natural History was supposed to cover the existence and history of the entire world, and damn if he wasn't going to give it his all.
It started when I was writing Vol II and thought, I love inserting discrete real historical details into these novels; I should find some real ancient Roman treatments for some of the stuff that happens to Sylv and his associates, and slip it in there as worldbuilding. It was the kind of research rabbit hole I avoided when I first started writing him, so in the original draft and to a degree in Vol I, everything is extremely vague; all medicines are simply referred to as "tonics", any kind of anaesthesia as "vitiation", wounds treated with "foul-smelling poultices". But since then, I've gotten really into medical history through Sawbones. I enjoy the challenge of balancing an interesting fantasy world with the real minutiae of ancient Rome, and this was such an opportunity - and most importantly, I had an in to begin my research. As someone who dropped history in year nine, I really struggle to research related topics in the same way I can confidently find reliable sources for science things; I have a collection of books on Roman culture and Latin, and details such as the Roman beliefs on the afterlife can be pulled fairly easily from the internet, but generally I am not confident researching historical fact. But I knew that the full works of Gaius Plinius Secundus, aka Pliny the Elder, a real Roman, err, scholar?, were available online, and it doesn't get much more reliable than a primary source.
You can search "Pliny the Elder [medical condition]" on a search engine and easily be taken to his writings on that topic - and he probably wrote on that topic, whatever it is - and for a while that's what I did, dutifully inserting into Sylvestus his confident cures for blindness, broken bones, and fever. From my understanding, his works were considered by his peers to be dependable and his writings were well-respected, and though we cannot know for certain whether they really believed that putting a live lizard in a small wooden box under one's pillow cured fever, I consider it my tribute to Dr. Sydnee McElroy to mention it. And given that people nowadays readily believe that melting a candle inside one's ear draws out the evil humours- sorry, toxins, I'm pretty confident they were willing to give anything a try. Further, I was overjoyed to discover that Pliny the Elder was writing and publishing at the time Sylv was around. My shameless headcanons had a basis in history... Kinda.

But I got curious, and perhaps that was my downfall. Why stop reading at just what I needed? I spotted a tab that seemed relevant to my interests in natural history, and then... Well, then it kind of took over my life for about four hours. It would have been a lot longer, but I had to bail at that point or I'd have attempted to read all 37 books of The Natural History in one night.
I banned myself from it for a few weeks, only to fall down the vortex again the next time I needed his advice on what a Roman would think of a tiger. And then again, when someone asked me whether Sylv would know the difference between a moth and a butterfly.

Reading The Natural History drives me f*cking insane, but it's hard to pin down why. So, I decided to put my growing obsession to good use, and try to categorise my highlights of Pliny the Elder's interpretations of... Everything.
For reference, here is where I'm getting all of these from. To be entirely honest, I feel at this point as though I owe this website part of my life-force.

First: from the dedication in the first book, PLINIUS SECUNDUS TO HIS FRIEND TITUS VESPASIAN.
"... all this you have done for the service of the Republic, and, at the same time, have regarded me as a fellow-soldier and a messmate. Nor has the extent of your prosperity produced any change in you, except that it has given you the power of doing good to the utmost of your wishes. And whilst all these circumstances increase the veneration which other persons feel for you, with respect to myself, they have made me so bold, as to wish to become more familiar. You must, therefore, place this to your own account, and blame yourself for any fault of this kind that I may commit. But, although I have laid aside my blushes, I have not gained my object; for you still awe me, and keep me at a distance, by the majesty of your understanding."
Y'all. Y'all. I do not have a heterosexual explanation for this. I do not accept one. Gaius Plinius Secundus had a biiig home of sexual crush on his best friend the emperor's son, and dedicated his 37 books to him and his "fertility of genius". That's one I only discovered today, but I love it very much.

There are four books with ~40 chapters each called AN ACCOUNT OF COUNTRIES, NATIONS, SEAS, TOWNS, HAVENS, MOUNTAINS, RIVERS, DISTANCES, AND PEOPLES WHO NOW EXIST, OR FORMERLY EXISTED. I'd make fun of how many books he spent on it, but to be fair he's attempting to categorise like, everyone in the world, and I dig the dedication. I have not really touched these books beyond checking in on places such as Macedonia and Syria which are mentioned in Sylvestus, because geography bores the hell out of me. If ur curious, the link is right up there.

"The nature of the animated beings which exist upon [the world], is hardly in any degree less worthy of our contemplation than its other features; if, indeed, the human mind is able to embrace the whole of so diversified a subject. Our first attention is justly due to Man, for whose sake all other things appear to have been produced by Nature; though, on the other hand, with so great and so severe penalties for the enjoyment of her bounteous gifts, that it is far from easy to determine, whether she has proved to him a kind parent, or a merciless step-mother.

In the first place, she obliges him alone, of all animated beings, to clothe himself with the spoils of the others; while, to all the rest, she has given various kinds of coverings, such as shells, crusts, spines, hides, furs, bristles, hair, down, feathers, scales, and fleeces. The very trunks of the trees even, she has protected against the effects of heat and cold by a bark, which is, in some cases, twofold. Man alone, at the very moment of his birth cast naked upon the laked earth, does she abandon to cries, to lamentations, and, a thing that is the case with no other animal whatever, to tears: this, too, from the very moment that he enters upon existence. But as for laughter, why, by Hercules!—to laugh, if but for an instant only, has never been granted to man before the fortieth day from his birth, and then it is looked upon as a miracle of precocity. Introduced thus to the light, man has fetters and swathings instantly put upon all his limbs, a thing that falls to the lot of none of the brutes even that are born among us. Born to such singular good fortune, there lies the animal, which is destined to command all the others, lies, fast bound hand and foot, and weeping aloud! such being the penalty which he has to pay on beginning life, and that for the sole fault of having been born. Alas! for the folly of those who can think after such a beginning as this, that they have been born for the display of vanity!

... Other animals, in fine, live at peace with those of their own kind; we only see them unite to make a stand against those of a different species. The fierceness of the lion is not expended in fighting with its own kind; the sting of the serpent is not aimed at the serpent; and the monsters of the sea even, and the fishes, vent their rage only on those of a different species. But with man,—by Hercules! most of his misfortunes are occasioned by man."

This is one of the first chapters that really stuck out to me. Given that I was introduced to Pliny the Elder as "ancient man who wrote funny and wild things about medicine", I was unprepared for the sheer degree of philosophy in this chapter. There's something poetic and beautiful to me about the way in which he approaches the same hypocrisy of existence so many others have written around. "Born to such singular good fortune, there lies the animal, which is destined to command all the others, lies, fast bound hand and foot, and weeping aloud! such being the penalty which he has to pay on beginning life, and that for the sole fault of having been born." We may now know that rats laugh when tickled, that animals feel joy and pain as much as humans, that their tears and laughter are simply expressed differently, but I am nonetheless drawn to his description of "Man alone, at the very moment of his birth cast naked upon the laked earth, does she abandon to cries".

The chapter MARVELLOUS BIRTHS. is,, not great for a lot of things, mostly in being understandably offensive with regards to disabled, intersex, and non-Roman people, but I am gently intrigued by the way in which he challenges that it's very unlikely triplets could be born, then a paragraph later confidently declares:

"Also, Alcippe was delivered of an elephant—but then that must be looked upon as a prodigy; as in the case, too, where, at the commencement of the Marsian war, a female slave was delivered of a serpent."

Okay! That's wild! Thank-you, ser!

Given the questionable nature of many of the "monsters" described in MARVELLOUS BIRTHS., I was hesitant to engage with MONSTROUS BIRTHS., which comes a few chapters later. But fear not! It's actually an entire chapter about a guy named Marcus Agrippa, who was the only person ever to be born feet-first and survive.

"And yet, even he may be considered to have paid the penalty of the unfavourable omen produced by the unnatural mode of his birth, in the unfortunate weakness of his legs, the misfortunes of his youth, a life spent in the very midst of arms and slaughter, and ever exposed to the approaches of death; in his children, too, who have all proved a very curse to the earth, and more especially, the two Agrippinas, who were the mothers respectively of Caius and of Domitius Nero, so many firebrands hurled among the human race. In addition to all this, we may add the shortness of his life, he being cut off in his fifty-first year, the distress which he experienced from the adulteries of his wife, and the grievous tyranny to which he was subjected by his father-in-law."

Amazing!

The chapter SOME ACCOUNT OF THE TEETH, AND SOME FACTS CONCERNING INFANTS has me utterly enthralled, because of the surprisingly astute observations regarding teeth, interspersed by entirely wild claims out of left-field.

"The teeth are the only parts of the body which resist the action of fire, and are not consumed along with the rest of it. Still, however, though they are able thus to resist flame, they become corroded by a morbid state of the saliva. The teeth are whitened by certain medicinal agents. They are worn down by use, and fail in some persons long before any other part of the body. They are necessary, not only for the mastication of the food, but for many other purposes as well. It is the office of the front teeth to regulate the voice and the speech; by a certain arrangement, they receive, as if in concert, the stroke communicated by the tongue, while by their structure in such regular order, and their size, they cut short, moderate, or soften the utterance of the words ...  Women have fewer teeth than men. Those females who happen to have two canine teeth on the right side of the upper jaw, have promise of being the favourites of fortune, as was the case with Agrippina, the mother of Domitius Nero: when they are on the left side, it is just the contrary."

I... I don't know how to explain my fascination with the person who knew how teeth were important in forming words and chewing food, and described it so extensively, yet also with utter confidence declared that women have fewer teeth than men. I mean, had he looked in a woman's mouth? Did he hear it somewhere and decide to believe it and write it down? Did he not check?? I'm fascinated.

SOME REMARKABLE PROPERTIES OF THE BODY. has me flipping out again, predictably. Why?

"We find it stated, that there are some men whose bones are solid, and devoid of marrow, and that one mark of such persons is the fact that they are never thirsty, and emit no perspiration. At the same time, we know that by the exercise of a resolute determination, any one may resist the feeling of thirst; a fact which was especially exemplified in the case of Julius Viator, a Roman of equestrian rank, but by birth one of the Vocontii, a nation on terms of alliance with us. Having, in his youth, been attacked by dropsy, and forbidden the use of liquids by his physicians, use with him became a second nature, and so, in his old age, he never took any drink at all. Other persons also, have, by the exercise of a strong determination, laid similar restraints upon themselves."

It's just not true! Why did he think it was true!! He much later states that humans die without food after seven days but he thought they could go their entire lives without water! What!

The Roman orators had some insanely impressive memory tricks, so I find myself hesitating over his chapter MEMORY. - because... This sounds ridiculous, surely?

"King Cyrus knew all the soldiers of his army by name: L. Scipio the names of all the Roman people. Cineas, the ambassador of king Pyrrhus, knew by name all the members of the senate and the equestrian order, the day after his arrival at Rome. Mithridates, who was king of twenty-two nations, administered their laws in as many languages, and could harangue each of them, without employing an interpreter. There was in Greece a man named Charmidas, who, when a person asked him for any book in a library, could repeat it by heart, just as though he were reading."

... But what if it isn't? I hate that I almost believe him. I'm becoming indoctrinated to Pliny the Elder's bullsh*t.

This next one fascinates me just by chapter names. I am not going to read all of them, as much as I want to.

Here's the thing! He's like... Listing the best people (we're still in the book about man and his organisation and stuff). The fact that the most notable people he wanted to dedicate chapters to were MEN OF REMARKABLE GENIUS, MEN WHO HAVE BEEN REMARKABLE FOR WISDOM, THE MAN WHO WAS PRONOUNCED TO BE THE MOST EXCELLENT, and THE MOST CHASTE MATRONS, shortly followed by SLAVES FOR WHICH A HIGH PRICE HAS BEEN GIVEN... I'm obsessed with this list. Those were the people he considered most important to Rome.

So of course, when I saw that immediately after was SUPREME HAPPINESS., I of course had to know what he considered to be the greatest happiness ever experienced by a human. Except it isn't! Because immediately follow a chapter entitled MEN WHOM THE GODS HAVE PRONOUNCED TO BE THE MOST HAPPY.! With regards to supreme happiness, though, he dips back into that philosophy that drives me insane.

"The human judgment cannot, however, possibly decide what man has enjoyed the highest degree of happiness, seeing that every one defines a state of prosperity in a way different from another, and entirely in conformity with his own notions. If we wish to form a true judgment and come to a decision, casting aside all the allurements and illusions of fortune, we are bound to say that no mortal is happy. Fortune has dealt well, and, indeed, indulgently, to him who feels that he has a right to say that he is not unhappy. For if there is nothing else, at all events, there is the fear lest fortune should fail at last; which fear itself, when it has once fastened upon us, our happiness is no longer unalloyed."

S E R ?

Okay. All of that was just from one book. Which is a very good book. But not even my favourite! Buckle up...

THE NATURE OF THE TERRESTRIAL ANIMALS brings us right into my territory. I have a BSc in Zoology. I could not contain my excitement the first time I came across this book. Y'all, the first twelve chapters of this book are about elephants. Pliny loved elephants. The fourth chapter is even called WONDERFUL THINGS WHICH HAVE BEEN DONE BY AN ELEPHANT. - Pliny is a white eighteen year-old girl on a gap year in Thailand paid for by her parents. He spent thirty chapters on the entire human race, and twelve on elephants. And if you were curious, as I am, what wonderful things Pliny thinks have been done by an elephant?

"Hence it is that, when their tusks have fallen off, either by accident or from old age, they bury them in the earth."

... Do they, Pliny? Do they?

"When they are surrounded by the hunters, they place those in front which have the smallest teeth, that the enemy may think that the spoil is not worth the combat; and afterwards, when they are weary of resistance, they break off their teeth, by dashing them against a tree, and in this manner pay their ransom."

He's saying that elephants know their tusks are what hunters want from them so they sacrifice their children to them then smash their own tusks on trees when they lose the fight rather than be taken. He sounds so admiring of the elephants' honour and battle wits. I don't have the heart to mock him.

Okay, so, twelve chapters about elephants, what animal did Pliny consider the next most important for his book?

DRAGONS.

"Æthiopia produces dragons, not so large as those of India, but still, twenty cubits in length. The only thing that surprises me is, how Juba came to believe that they have crests. The Æthiopians are known as the Asachæi, among whom they most abound; and we are told, that on those coasts four or five of them are found twisted and interlaced together like so many osiers in a hurdle, and thus setting sail, with their heads erect, they are borne along upon the waves, to find better sources of nourishment in Arabia."

That's the whole chapter. Five dragons curl up together and use their crests to sail to Arabia. Okay.

Similarly, on SERPENTS OF REMARKABLE SIZE.:

"The serpents which in Italy are known by the name of boa, render these accounts far from incredible, for they grow to such a vast size, that a child was found entire in the stomach of one of them, which was killed on the Vaticanian Hill during the reign of the Emperor Claudius."

The biggest snake indigenous to Italy is the four-lined snake, which at a push can approach 7 ft long. The largest thing they can eat is small rabbits and they are non-aggressive. But, then, the Romans did a lot of exploring; they brought tigers into Rome, is it so hard to imagine that they shipped in a real boa only to lose track of it in the city, like the alligators which supposedly infest New York's sewers after being flushed away by ill-equipped exotic pet owners in small apartments? I like to think it was the case. Don't engage with inhumane exotic pet trade, kids.

There then follow two chapters about all of the species of deer, elk, etc., and then five on lions (including, to my delight, the phrase "inflamed with a strong desire to become acquainted with the natures of animals"), including WONDERFUL FEATS PERFORMED BY A LION.:

"In the same manner, too, Elpis, a native of Samos, on landing from a vessel on the coast of Africa, observed a lion near the beach, opening his mouth in a threatening manner; upon which he climbed a tree, in the hope of escaping, while, at the same time, he invoked the aid of Father Liber; for it is the appropriate time for invocations when there is no room left for hope. The wild beast did not pursue him as he fled, although he might easily have done so; but, lying down at the foot of the tree, by the open mouth which had caused so much terror, tried to excite his compassion. A bone, while he was devouring his food with too great avidity, had stuck fast between his teeth, and he was perishing with hunger; such being the punishment inflicted upon him by his own weapons, every now and then he would look up and supplicate him, as it were, with mute entreaties. Elpis, not wishing to risk trusting himself to so formidable a beast, remained stationary for some time, more at last from astonishment than from fear. At length, however, he descended from the tree and extracted the bone, the lion in the meanwhile extending his head, and aiding in the operation as far as it was necessary for him to do. The story goes on to say, that as long as the vessel remained off that coast, the lion showed his sense of gratitude by bringing whatever he had chanced to procure in the chase."

I want to believe it. I want to believe it so badly. It literally reads like a Dodo story about a dog and a goat becoming best friends.

Shortly after comes TIGERS: WHEN FIRST SEEN AT ROME; THEIR NATURE. Given the content of Sylvestus, obviously I had to check it out. Unfortunately, it's just a description of some quietly disturbing animal abuse and the claim that tigers are extremely fast. So then I tried THE RHINOCEROS. because that had to be interesting, right? Well, apparently:

"This too is another natural-born enemy of the elephant."

And I'm like, wait, what's the other natural-born enemy of the elephant? So I did some digging back, and sure enough, back in the extensive elephant section:

"But it is India that produces the largest, as well as the dragon, which is perpetually at war with the elephant, and is itself of so enormous a size, as easily to envelope the elephants with its folds, and encircle them in its coils. The contest is equally fatal to both; the elephant, vanquished, falls to the earth, and by its weight, crushes the dragon which is entwined around it."

Listen. Listen. I know by "dragon" he just means "big snake". But please. I'm so fascinated by what it must have been like inside this man's head. Every chapter reads like Aesop's fables or a Rudyard Kipling book.

It gets even better in THE LYNX, THE SPHINX, THE CROCOTTA, AND THE MONKEY.:

"Æthiopia produces the lynx in abundance, and the sphinx, which has brown hair and two mammæ on the breast, as well as many monstrous kinds of a similar nature; horses with wings, and armed with horns, which are called pegasi; the crocotta, an animal which looks as though it had been produced by the union of the wolf and the dog, for it can break any thing with its teeth, and instantly on swallowing it digest it with the stomach; monkeys, too, with black heads, the hair of the ass, and a voice quite unlike that of any other animal."

Interestingly, the footnotes for this chapter note that the sphinx was probably a monkey, with a human-like face and breasts, a thick mane of hair, and a tail. And that... Actually makes sense. I'm kind of shook about it. No forgiveness for the winged horned horses tho.

In WOLVES; THE ORIGIN OF THE STORY OF VERSIPELLIS, Pliny the Elder makes another, ahh, bold claim:

"That men have been turned into wolves, and again restored to their original form, we must confidently look upon as untrue, unless, indeed, we are ready to believe all the tales, which, for so many ages, have been found to be fabulous."

OH OKAY SURE, PEGASI, THOSE ARE A THING, WOLVES CAN STEAL MEN'S VOICES WITH THEIR "NOXIOUS EYES", BUT WEREWOLVES? NOOO, THAT'S BULLSHIT.

There's a total of 84 chapters in TERRESTRIAL ANIMALS. and we're still fairly early in the 37 volumes, so after this point I become a little more choosy with my chapters, because while I could definitely sit here for four solid days creating a thorough essay on the complete Natural History, neither of us wants that. But NATIONS THAT HAVE BEEN EXTERMINATED BY ANIMALS.? Oh, we have to check that out.

"M. Varro informs us, that a town in Spain was undermined by rabbits, and one in Thessaly, by mice; that the inhabitants of a district in Gaul were driven from their country by frogs."

AMAZING. Thank-you, Pliny, for this mental image.

HEDGEHOGS.? Don't mind if I do.

"Hedgehogs also lay up food for the winter; rolling themselves on apples as they lie on the ground, they pierce one with their quills, and then take up another in the mouth, and so carry them into the hollows of trees."

Best mental image. Thank-you again, ser, for my life.

There's a few chapters on dogs and horses, to fulfil the Romans' tax for their love of these animals, but it's clear that Pliny cares for them far less than he did for elephants. Moving onto THE NATURAL HISTORY OF FISHES., and in particular my new favourite chapter title, OTHER WONDERFUL THINGS RELATING TO DOLPHINS. Man loves elephants and dolphins! He's literally a teenage girl, I'm obsessed!

"Dolphins, also, form among themselves a sort of general community. One of them having been captured by a king of Caria and chained up in the harbour, great multitudes of dolphins assembled at the spot, and with signs of sorrow which could not be misunderstood, appealed to the sympathies of the people, until at last the king ordered it to be released."

Oh, that's... That's actually true. The community and empathy part, not sure about the king releasing a dolphin cos the others cried at him. The juxtaposition of Pliny's accurate accounts and his very sincere bullsh*t are a huge part of what appeals to me about these books.

For instance, please, Pliny, do tell me HOW MANY KINDS OF FISH THERE ARE.

"There are seventy-four species of fishes."

Okay!

... So close, bud. You were real close.

I did an entire dissertation on the pearl mussel, so I'm real fascinated to see what Pliny thinks of PEARLS; HOW THEY ARE PRODUCED AND WHERE.

"The origin and production of the shell-fish is not very different from that of the shell of the oyster. When the genial season of the year exercises its influence on the animal, it is said that, yawning, as it were, it opens its shell, and so receives a kind of dew, by means of which it becomes impregnated; and that at length it gives birth, after many struggles, to the burden of its shell, in the shape of pearls, which vary according to the quality of the dew."

I am... Actually impressed that he, knew that pearls are produced by oysters, and knew that oysters are animals. And tbh, I prefer this explanation to my 6000 word report on the parasitism of pearl mussel glochidia on the gills of fish, so I might just try to believe it.

Next up, THE NATURAL HISTORY OF BIRDS. First chapter? OSTRICHES. F*cking superb, you funky little Roman.

"They have cloven talons, very similar to the hoof of the stag; with these they fight, and they also employ them in seizing stones for the purpose of throwing at those who pursue them. They have the marvellous property of being able to digest every substance without distinction, but their stupidity is no less remarkable; for although the rest of their body is so large, they imagine, when they have thrust their head and neck into a bush, that the whole of the body is concealed."

How marvelous the mental image Pliny conjures of an ostrich picking up a stone with its foot, chucking it at a hunter, and then sticking its head in a bush! "Their stupidity is no less remarkable"? Astounding!

There's a chapter called THE WOOD-PECKER OF MARS., which I got very excited about only to be disappointed upon realising it's named after the deity, rather than being Pliny's venture into sci fi. It's also a boring chapter. Then I get hit with THE ONLY WINGED ANIMAL THAT IS VIVIPAROUS, AND NURTURES ITS YOUNG WITH ITS MILK. And I get excited again, because ohhh shit what bird does he think gives birth to live young...

"Among the winged animals, the only one that is viviparous is the bat; it is the only one, too, that has wings formed of a membrane."

... Okay. You did got me there.

How about WHAT ANIMALS ARE SUBJECT TO DREAMS.?

"It is pretty generally agreed, that dreams, immediately after we have taken wine and food, or when we have just fallen asleep again after waking, have no signification whatever. Indeed, sleep is nothing else than the retiring of the mind into itself. It is quite evident that, besides man, horses, dogs, oxen, sheep, and goats have dreams; consequently, the same is supposed to be the case with all animals that are viviparous. As to those which are oviparous, it is a matter of uncertainty, though it is equally certain that they do sleep."

This is a peaceful and humble chapter. I like this chapter. This chapter makes me smile restfully.

Immediately after this, we move into THE VARIOUS KINDS OF INSECTS., where I get batcrap crazy again, specifically starting with THE EXTREME SMALLNESS OF INSECTS.:

"Indeed, in no one of her works has Nature more fully displayed her exhaustless ingenuity. In large animals, on the other hand, or, at all events, in the very largest among them, she found her task easy and her materials ready and pliable; but in these minute creatures, so nearly akin as they are to non-entity, how surpassing the intelligence, how vast the resources, and how ineffable the perfection which she has displayed. Where is it that she has united so many senses as in the gnat?—not to speak of creatures that might be mentioned of still smaller size—Where, I say, has she found room to place in it the organs of sight? Where has she centred the sense of taste? Where has she inserted the power of smell? And where, too, has she implanted that sharp shrill voice of the creature, so utterly disproportioned to the smallness of its body? With what astonishing subtlety has she united the wings to the trunk, elongated the joints of the legs, framed that long, craving concavity for a belly, and then inflamed the animal with an insatiate thirst for blood, that of man more especially!"

I really, genuinely love this part of this chapter. He writes with such open wonder and astonishment. Having studied the physiology of insects in great detail, it's easy to overlook the basics that someone writing 1800 years before the theory of evolution might be fascinated by. This is a good chapter.

Then we reach... BEES. Specifically, 23 chapters on bees. That's the most chapters yet. That's more than elephants and dolphins put together. Pliny the Elder really, really loved bees. I only touch on one, which is THE MODE OF GOVERNMENT OF THE BEES., because:

"When he is weary, they support him on their shoulders; and when he is quite tired, they carry him outright. If one of them falls in the rear from weariness, or happens to go astray, it is able to follow the others by the aid of its acuteness of smell. Wherever the king bee happens to settle, that becomes the encampment of all."

First of all, Pliny knew that there were drones and workers and a... Ruling bee. Second of all, Pliny describes workers supporting their weary ruler like soldiers carrying a general from the field, to the chair in his tent where he may touch one of their faces and empart final whispered knowledge before he perishes, leaving his second-in-command to avenge his father figure. Thirdly, he thought that the ruling bee was male. He refers frequently to the king bee.

He got the spirit.

INSECTS THAT ARE PARASITES OF MAN. WHICH IS THE SMALLEST OF THE ANIMALS? ANIMALS FOUND IN WAX EVEN. has the kind of title which makes it very obvious that everything Pliny wrote was a first draft, because he couldn't just press backspace on his rambling and typos. But it also drew me in because of my further interest in parasitology.

"These insects infest birds too, and are apt to kill the pheasant, unless it takes care to bathe itself in the dust. Of the animals that are covered with hair, it is supposed that the ass and the sheep are the only ones that are exempt from these vermin. They are produced, also, in certain kinds of cloth, and more particularly those made of the wool of sheep which have been killed by the wolf. I find it stated, also, by authors, that some kinds of water which we use for bathing are more productive of these parasites than others. Even wax is found to produce mites, which are supposed to be the very smallest of all living creatures."

I find it most interesting because he's right in a lot of ways about what parasites are and where they can be found... But he did also believe in spontaneous generation, which is to say the belief that if you just leave something long enough, eventually an animal will form out of the material without prompt, which is an idea still used today to try and refute evolution. Wildin'.

There's a lot of chapters in this book and it moves away from insects again shortly, but before that, we just have to drop in on AN ANIMAL FOUND IN FIRE - THE PYRALLIS OR PYRAUSTA.

"That element, also, which is so destructive to matter, produces certain animals; for in the copper-smelting furnaces of Cyprus, in the very midst of the fire, there is to be seen flying about a four-footed animal with wings, the size of a large fly: this creature is called the " pyrallis," and by some the " pyrausta." So long as it remains in the fire it will live, but if it comes out and flies a little distance from it, it will instantly die."

Just imagine being a zoologist in the days when you could say "yeah bro there's a bug that lives in fire but you can't see it cos it dies as soon as you put it out". Fantastic.

I was very excited for THE HEADS OF ANIMALS. THOSE WHICH HAVE NONE. cos hooollleeyyy shit Pliny please tell me what animals you think don't have heads is it gonna be somethin wild like dogs that live without a head or a species of snake or something-

"Animals of the oyster and the sponge kind have no head, which is the case, also, with most of the other kinds, whose only sense is that of touch. Some, again, have the head blended with the body, the crab, for instance."

... oh. No that's... That's actually correct. He even knew that sponges are animals, which most people now don't. Sh*t. He really got me there.

Well, surely THE BRAIN. will prove that Pliny had a lot of things wrong still, right?

"The senses hold this organ as their citadel; it is in this that are centred all the veins which spring from the heart; it is here that they terminate; this is the very culminating point of all, the regulator of the understanding. With all animals it is advanced to the fore-part of the head, from the fact that the senses have a tendency to the direction in which we look. From the brain proceeds sleep, and its return it is that causes the head to nod. Those creatures, in fact, which have no brain, never sleep. It is said that stags have in the head certain small maggots, twenty in number: they are situate in the empty space that lies beneath the tongue, and around the joints by which the head is united to the body."

There we go. I couldn't even make it up. Astute observation about the brain as the centre of thought and soul; and then immediately afterwards, an equally confident declaration that all stags have twenty maggots in their brain. Fantastic.

Next, THE THEORY OF SIGHT - PERSONS WHO CAN SEE BY NIGHT. Gotta be good, right? Mostly accounts of people with weird eyes, but then:

"The Emperor Caius had twenty pairs of gladiators in his training-school, and of all these there were only two who did not wink the eyes when a menacing gesture was made close to them: hence it was that these men were invincible."

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Then immediately after that, in the same chapter:

"Beyond a doubt it is in the eyes that the mind has its abode: sometimes the look is ardent, sometimes fixed and steady, at other times the eyes are humid, and at others, again, half closed. From these it is that the tears of pity flow, and when we kiss them we seem to be touching the very soul."

I'm losing my sh*t. How is this the same person. Humans... Are spectacular.

One line from THE HEART; THE BLOOD; THE VITAL SPIRIT. stood out to me:

"It is said, too, that the eyes are the first organs that die, and the heart the very last of all."

... Bro, that's poetic as sh*t. He does then claim that the mind lives in the heart, which is... Interesting, given the previous claims about the brain. He was trying. Galen had just kinda messed up everyone's understanding by convincing them the heart was where blood was destroyed after being made in the liver or something, so you can understand the confusion. Again, man's got the spirit. Also, this was chapter 69 of that book. Nice.

There's a lot here on various organs and which animals supposedly don't have them, but none stood out to me especially. That is, until ANIMALS WHICH ARE WITHOUT BLOOD AT CERTAIN TIMES OF THE YEAR.

"Those animals which conceal themselves at certain periods of the year [bears, dormice, serpents], as already mentioned, have no blood at those times, with the exception, indeed, of some very small drops about the heart. ... It is a well-known fact, that when a man is in fear, the blood takes to flight and disappears, and that many persons have been pierced through the body without losing one drop of blood; a thing, however, which is only the case with man."

... Okay. Okay. That's fine. That's okay. Fine. Okay. Sure.

Also worth noting that in the middle of this book which is supposedly about insects and now seems to be about general anatomy, he takes an entire chapter to talk about VARIOUS KINDS OF CHEESE. I will not be quoting from it, except to say that he does claim a man named Zoroaster lived for thirty years on cheese and was consequently immortal until he ate something that wasn't cheese. Maybe my spirit lives in Zoroaster, rather than Pliny.

We've now passed the golden segment of The Natural History, at least for a while, as we move into several books on the history of trees and grain. I found it interesting that he mentions what seems to be chilis, though called "Indian pepper", in THE PEPPER-TREE - THE VARIOUS KINDS OF PEPPER - BREGMA - ZINGIBERI, OR ZIMPIBERI, given that all my (fairly extensive) previous research indicated that Romans would have never encountered chili peppers, hence why its discovery is a not insignificant plot point in Sylvestus, because I guess pious d*ckheads on the internet haven't actually checked primary sources because they call themselves ancient history experts after watching 300 and Sparta, and at the time I didn't have access to primary sources myself, but that's fine.

At this point, several books later, we do start to get into the medical section. Time to crack my knuckles and make another cup of coffee. There are far, far too many to cover completely (several books of many chapters, all of which claim to have dozens of remedies listed) but I'll try to breeze through my favourites to offer a selection.

From ONIONS: TWENTY-SEVEN REMEDIES.:

"There are no such things in existence as wild onions. The cultivated onion is employed for the cure of dimness of sight, the patient being made to smell at it till tears come into the eyes: it is still better even if the eyes are rubbed with the juice."

Ser. SER. You can't just say that there's no such thing as wild onions (blatantly untrue) and then tell me to rub onion juice in my eyes if I'm blind. S e r.

"In combination with woman's milk, it is employed for affections of the ears; and in cases of singing in the ears and hardness of hearing, it is injected into those organs with goose-grease or honey."

:(

From ROCKET: TWELVE REMEDIES.:

"The seed of rocket is remedial for the venom of the scorpion and the shrew-mouse: it repels, too, all parasitical insects which breed on the human body, and applied to the face, as a liniment, with honey, removes spots upon the skin. Used with vinegar, too, it is a cure for freckles; and mixed with ox-gall it restores the livid marks left by wounds to their natural colour."

... It's better than onion-eyes.

In GRAPES, FRESH GATHERED.:

"Grapes fresh gathered are productive of flatulency, and disturb the stomach and bowels; hence it is that they are avoided in fevers, in large quantities more particularly."

... heh.

SIXTY-ONE OBSERVATIONS RELEVANT TO WINE.? Don't mind if I do!

"Pure wine, too, acts as an antidote to hemlock, coriander, henbane, mistletoe, opium, mercury, as also to stings inflicted by bees, wasps, hornets, the phalangium, serpents, and scorpions; all kinds of poison, in fact, which are of a cold nature, the venom of the hæmorrhois and the prester, in particular, and the noxious effects of fungi."

Sorry sorry hold on wait sorry hold on a second... Why would you need an antidote to coriander? Did Pliny have the cilantro-soap-taste gene??

"A fomentation of hot wine applied to the genitals of beasts of burden is found to be very beneficial; and, introduced into the mouth, with the aid of a horn, it has the effect of removing all sensations of fatigue."

:(

Intrigued by this sentence from CITRONS: FIVE OBSERVATIONS UPON THEM.:

"Citrons are good, also, for a weak stomach, but it is not easy to eat them except with vinegar."

Hmm, yes, this lemon is somewhat too bitter for me to eat by itself; I think I shall dip it in vinegar.

With regards to ZOPISSA: ONE REMEDY., Pliny discovers how to make people leave his villa because he regretted putting a ? at the end time of the party he hosted when he was feeling more extroverted than he is now:

"We have already stated that zopissa is the pitch, macerated with salt-water and wax, that has been scraped from off the bottoms of ships. The best kind is that taken from ships which have been to sea for the first time. It is used as an ingredient in plasters of an emollient nature, employed to disperse gatherings."

Not 100% on the validity of "employed to disperse gatherings" as a "remedy", but it made me snort.

PLANTS THAT HAVE BEEN MOISTENED WITH THE URINE OF A DOG: ONE REMEDY.!? Pliny!?

"A plant upon which a dog has watered, torn up by the roots, and not touched with iron, is a very speedy cure for sprains."

... like, any plant? Pliny? Pliny??

In REMEDIES DERIVED FROM MAN., Pliny loyally describes a dozen diseases which can be cured by cannibalism, then quickly clarifies:
"We do not look upon life as so essentially desirable that it must be prolonged at any cost, be it what it may—and you, who are of that opinion, be assured, whoever you may be, that you will die none the less, even though you shall have lived in the midst of obscenities or abominations!"
The exclamation mark gets me.

He then, however, continues to list in further chapters many uses of the human body, including REMEDIES DERIVED FROM THE WAX OF THE HUMAN EAR.:
"The human bite is also looked upon as one of the most dangerous of all. The proper remedy for it is human ear-wax: a thing that we must not be surprised at, seeing that, if applied immediately, it is a cure for the stings of scorpions even, and serpents."
... Like, did they think the human bite was venomous? 'Cos I would have killed many people by now.

Then, yet again, REMEDIES DERIVED FROM THE BLOOD, SEXUAL CONGRESS, ETC. - mm, no, Pliny, actually I think that if the first two items on your list are "blood" and "sex", you legally have to tell me what's on the rest of the list, because "etc." is not going to cut it.
"There are many kinds of diseases which disappear entirely after the first sexual congress, or, in the case of females, at the first appearance of menstruation; indeed, if such is not the case, they are apt to become chronic, epilepsy in particular. Even more than this-a man, it is said, who has been stung by a serpent or scorpion, experiences relief from the sexual congress; but the woman, on the other hand, is sensible of detriment."
Like, that's fine I guess.

I hesitantly ventured into REMEDIES DERIVED FROM WOMAN'S MILK., and it lived fully up to expectations.
"It is asserted that if a person is rubbed at the same moment with the milk of both mother and daughter, he will be proof for the rest of his life against all affections of the eyes."
Oh, ser... That's a kink, ser. You walked in on that happening and someone said "no don't worry i'm just proofing myself against all affections of the eyes" and you believed them.

He further makes an interesting claim in SEVEN REMEDIES DERIVED FROM THE HIPPOPOTAMUS.:
"The hippopotamus was the first inventor of the practice of letting blood, a fact to which we have made allusion on a previous occasion."
Okay.

TWELVE REMEDIES DERIVED FROM CHEESE.? Heeeecckkk yeah.
"Cheese is best for the stomach when not salted, or, in other words, when new cheese is used. Old cheese has a binding effect upon the bowels, and reduces the flesh, but is more wholesome to the stomach. Indeed, we may pronounce of aliments in general, that salt meats reduce the system, while fresh food has a tendency to make flesh. Fresh cheese, applied with honey, effaces the marks of bruises. It acts, also, emolliently upon the bowels; and, taken in the form of tablets, boiled in astringent wine and then toasted with honey on a platter, it modifies and alleviates griping pains in the bowels."
Hm. Okay. Might just. Eat the cheese actually thanks.

I'm almost certain "generative organs" means pebis n vagiba, so I was of course drawn to REMEDIES FOR THE DISEASES OF THE GENERATIVE ORGANS AND OF THE FUNDAMENT., and it did not disappoint:
"Swellings of those parts are treated with veal suet—that from the loins in particular—mixed with rue. For other affections, goats' blood is used, with polenta. Goats' gall, too, is employed by itself, for the cure of condylomata, and sometimes, wolf's gall, mixed with wine. Bears' blood is curative of inflamed tumours and apostemes upon these parts in general; as also bulls' blood, dried and powdered. The best remedy, however, is considered to be the stone which the wild ass voids with his urine, it is said, at the moment he is killed. This stone, which is in a somewhat liquefied state at first, becomes solid when it reaches the ground: attached to the thigh, it; disperses all collections of humours and all kinds of suppurations: it is but rarely found, however, and it is not every wild ass that produces it, but as a remedy it is held in high esteem. ... Riding on horseback, we well know, galls and chafes the inside of the thighs: the best remedy for accidents of this nature is to rub the parts with the foam which collects at a horse's mouth. Where there are swellings in the groin, arising from ulcers, a cure is effected by inserting in the sores three horse-hairs, tied with as many knots."
Presented without comment.

Yet despite the confidence of all of the above, in his chapter on REMEDIES FOR FEVERS., Pliny has the gall to question:
"For quartan fever, the magicians recommend cats' dung to be attached to the body, with the toe of a horned owl, and, that the fever may not be recurrent, not to be removed until the seventh paroxysm is past. Who, pray, could have ever made such a discovery as this? And what, too, can be the meaning of this combination? Why, of all things in the world, was the toe of a horned owl made choice of?"
That's what you find issue with, ser?!

There are many, many, many, many more, but our time with Pliny the Elder for now draws toward a close. Before that, I was drawn with hope toward REMEDIES FOR THE DISEASES OF ANIMALS., expecting some wild claims, but was only granted with three short lines:
"A decoction of frogs in water, reduced to the form of a lini- ment, is curative of itch-scab in horses; indeed, it is said, that a horse, when once treated in this manner, will never again be attacked with the disease. Salpe says that if a live frog is given to dogs in their mess, they will lose the power of barking."
Then we leave remedies behind and enter the natural histories of metals, precious stones, and a few others for the last five books, which I did take a browse through, though little stood out so spectacularly as previous, though this account of MIRRORS. piqued me somewhat:
"But, really, it is a very marvellous property that this metal has, of reflecting objects; a property which, it is generally agreed, results from the repercussion of the air, thrown back as it is from the metal upon the eyes. The same too is the action that takes place when we use a mirror. If, again, a thick plate of this metal is highly polished, and is rendered slightly concave, the image or object reflected is enlarged to an immense extent; so vast is the difference between a surface receiving, and throwing back the air. Even more than this-drinking-cups are now made in such a manner, as to be filled inside with numerous concave facets, like so many mirrors; so that if but one person looks into the interior, he sees reflected a whole multitude of persons."
Throwing back of the air? Close enough; even I barely understand how they work. The cup story was genuinely interesting, too.

THE MAGNET: THREE REMEDIES is surprisingly charming in its description:
"She had given a voice to rocks, as already mentioned, and had enabled them to answer man, or rather, I should say, to throw back his own words in his teeth. What is there in existence more inert than a piece of rigid stone? And yet, behold! Nature has here endowed stone with both sense and hands. What is there more stubborn than hard iron? Nature has, in this instance, bestowed upon it both feet and intelligence."
Downright whimsical.

Given how we started off, so strongly, with that introduction and then MAN., I was hoping that the final chapter would give us a suitable outro. It's called A COMPARATIVE VIEW OF NATURE AS SHE APPEARS IN DIFFERENT COUNTRIES. THE COMPARATIVE VALUES OF THINGS., which was... Somewhat promising?
"Having now treated of all the works of Nature, it will be as well to take a sort of comparative view of her several productions, as well as the countries which supply them. Throughout the whole earth, then, and wherever the vault of heaven extends, there is no country so beautiful, or which, for the productions of Nature, merits so high a rank as Italy, that ruler and second parent of the world; recommended as she is by her men, her women, her generals, her soldiers, her slaves, her superiority in the arts, and the illustrious examples of genius which she has produced."
Yep, about what I expected. It goes on for several more pages explaining how the past 37 volumes have conclusively proved Italy is the best place on earth.

After all that, it's still hard for me to really, precisely sum up what so intrigued me about The Natural History. Part of it is no doubt the crossover of my interests in ancient Rome (insofar as it pertains to Sylv), medical history, and podcasts. He covers geography, geology, history, and the arts in as much detail as natural sciences, but those don't really grab my attention, whereas his suggestions on human nature, cures for diseases, and the character of various animals drives me absolutely insane. Maybe it's just a more relatable and interesting link to the past than I was ever given in my much-loathed history lessons in early high school. All of the secondary (?) sources I find about Rome make it very dry and boring and dark; dogs aren't allowed in the house and are considered dirty, everyone died young and lived on stale porridge, chilis weren't discovered and tigers probably never made it to the Colosseum. Yet primary sources, when I can find them, are always vibrant with life and surprise, from an epitaph to a beloved dog who slept on her mistress' pillow, to 37 books confidently detailing the sum of Roman knowledge of the world.
Some of what he says is surprisingly accurate, or close to accurate. Some is hilarious nonsense. Some elicits a wince, some a laugh or a thoughtful pause. I think most of all I am enraptured by this man's genuine passion for the world around him, his desire to document and understand it, even when he got things extraordinarily wrong. This appeals to my creative and scientific nature in an acute way.

Thankfully, Gaius Plinius Secundus has here himself provided a helpful epilogue, so that I may steal his words to close this extremely long and pointless post without putting much effort in:
"HAIL to thee, Nature, thou parent of all things! and do thou deign to show thy favour unto me, who, alone of all the citizens of Rome, have, in thy every department, thus made known thy praise."