Somehow this book really clicked with me, for all that I suspect it might have some methodological flaws. I have heard about the ancient Romans my whole life, I literally lived in Rome for five years, and I still learned so much from this book, in fact I learned all the *interesting* things that escaped the dry history lessons of high school. The book tries to reconstruct what it must have really been like to be a normal person in Ancient Rome, not one of the elites that had the privilege of writing history. This book relies on unusual sources to uncover the inner world of all the people who didn’t write; relying on fortune telling and dream interpretation manuals, letters, fables, and grave epitaphs. As such, I suspect the resulting picture will not be 100% accurate. In addition to the lack of source material, I felt certain biases of the author emerge, noticeable with the benefit of hindsight; the “default male” position that has been often criticized in recent years is the backbone of this book, which starts with the “ordinary man”, and only then the next chapter is about how ordinary women differ from this, and of course inserting all the marriage and family aspects in the women’s chapter, despite for every married woman there also had to be a married man. If anything, discussing children would have made even more sense in the men’s chapter, as the father had unprecedented power and control over their children, to the point of life or death. It’s really hard to break out of this default male mold, especially when looking into history that has so thoroughly been written by men, but if there was ever a time to do so, it would have been when trying to understand the “invisible Romans”.
That aside, the topics this book covers are fascinating. Almost all the strata of society described in this book will be largely alien to most modern readers. The concerns and challenges people faced back then are almost unthinkable today. Personally, I was most struck by the juxtaposition of the life of the poor (defined as those who were not guaranteed food every day and lived continuously on the edge) vs. slaves, and the unexpectedly challenging question of who had it worse off. While the typical thing to focus on would be the material aspects (slaves were fed and housed, the poor only sometimes), what this book highlighted instead were the mental models these two groups had. The poor were striking in that they had no hope of improving their lives; their social and economic reality was such that if they ever tried to do so, by working harder, saving money, any form of entrepreneurship, they would be dragged down by the same social ties that would otherwise keep them afloat; they faced a harsh reality of diminishing returns for any extra work so they never did more than was strictly necessary for survival, and could therefore never escape their poverty. Slaves on the other hand, while supposedly the least free a person could be, they actually had real agency to improve their lives; if they worked better they were rewarded and realistically had the chance of earning or eventually buying their own freedom, their close contact with the wealthy gave them opportunities to start businesses once they did so, and even when they were not given such opportunities, they always had the possibility of escape (they were not physically different from the rest of the population, and were often not marked as slaves). So slaves had hope and agency in a way that the poor just didn’t. To be clear, the lives of slaves could be absolutely horrible, and the book does not shy away at all from describing this. I just found it remarkable how despite the awful physical reality of slaves, which stemmed from attempts to mentally wear them down into subservience, these were still people with very strong identities, and with genuine possibilities that didn’t often exist in the ancient world and one would least suspect from the class of slavery.
Anyway, these are my own reflections inspired from the book. The book itself, while painting a creative picture of the past based on minimal evidence, is largely descriptive rather than philosophical or opinionated about any of this. It was a description of life that I had tried to piece together from whatever scraps I came across, also from fiction, but what I needed all along was this book, that just systematically reconstructs the lives of real people in the distant past. I loved it.