Overall, I continue to enjoy reading the "Ancient Wisdom for Modern Readers" series. Each entry reinforces my belief that - although it's not necessarily a popular view right now - many "dead white males" still have important lessons to teach anyone willing to learn them.
Having said that, this entry was not one of my favorites - probably because it really isn't the work of the great Roman orator Cicero. As noted on the jacket description and in translator Michael Fontaine's Introduction:
"In 45 BCE, the Roman statesman Cicero fell to pieces when his beloved daughter, Tullia, died from complications of childbirth. But from the depths of despair, Cicero fought his way back. In an effort to cope with his loss, he wrote a consolation speech - not for others, as had always been done, but for himself. And it worked. Cicero's 'Consolation' was something new in literature, equal parts philosophy and motivational speech. Drawing on the full range of Greek philosophy and Roman history, Cicero convinced himself that death and loss are part of life, and that if others have survived them, we can, too; resilience, endurance, and fortitude are the way forward.
Lost in antiquity, Cicero's 'Consolation' was recreated in the Renaissance (1583) from hints in Cicero's other writings and the Greek and Latin consolatory tradition. The resulting masterpiece - translated here for the first time in 250 years - is infused throughout with Cicero's thought and spirit."
The problem with this version (by an anonymous writer...probably Venetian) is that it contains a lot more Christian perspective from the Renaissance than it does classical Roman thought. Throughout most of the book, I felt as if I were reading something by St. Augustine, not Cicero. Consequently, I was glad to be done with it, and I don't see myself ever re-reading it (unlike many of the others in this series).
Still, I'm glad I read it. And I did pick up some gems, a few of which I'll share to end this review:
“…remember:
• You’re human.
• Nothing is more human than death. If death could be ripped out of you and spirited away, you’d be more god than human. The name ‘human’ wouldn’t really fit you, since you’d be skipping the most universal and characteristically human experience.
• Tears achieve nothing. If they did, you’d not only want to shed them copiously, you’d want to force them out zealously.
•If you grieve excessively, you’re not just misguided, you’re also disgracing yourself. That’s because disgrace is worse than grief, inasmuch as grief is a natural human instinct and there’s nothing shameful about it; whereas disgrace should be criticized precisely because it always entails some stain of guilt.
All excessive grief is disgraceful and unnatural because grieving excessively and unreasonably is a conscious choice. It engenders a weakness that men must shun and abhor…” [pp. 39, 41]
“If we actually think about it,
• Why run from pain and adversity? They breed fortitude in us, and without them we’d never know what it means to be mentally tough.
• Why flinch at death? Its steady drumbeat admonishes us to better ourselves. It stops us from engaging in activities that could earn us a reputation for intemperance or injustice.
• Conversely, why crave material things and the junk the masses love? Once we have them, we become soft, weak, and so overwhelmed by those seductions that we barely remember it’s all coming to an end someday.” [p. 55]
“When many people are involved in some minor accident, you’d think they’re crushed, devastated – as if what’s happened were totally unprecedented or weren’t bound to happen to them sooner or later! Just when they should be at their toughest, they go so far as to forget, not only the resilience that they and their forefathers showed in the past, but even the laws of human nature and almost their very selves. Such is what mental softness, and bondage to grief, have bought.” [p. 81]
“You see, just as death means nothing to the man who isn’t born yet, so it will mean nothing at all to the man who’s dead.” [p. 143]
“…nothing can happen to man that should leave him lying in despair…It’s by facing the truth that we become better and more resilient in enduring adversity and accomplishing great tasks…” [p. 189]
“Moreover, consider the dead themselves. How could we imagine they’d enjoy us being wracked with grief, especially since it does them no good and it brings us enormous shame and distress?” [p. 191]
“And that explains why we see all of life misaligned by ignorance and error. You see, the qualities that ought to be man’s priorities in life – piety, philanthropy, and personal greatness – are practically all neglected. By the same token, we eagerly seek out the things we should most avoid; some blind striving impels us to embrace the things that utterly degrade and debase our lives. It’s the source of insatiable desires which cause us to witness not only individual people, but whole families and entire civilizations wiped out.” [p. 195]
“…we must repress the cravings that too often attract us to things that impede greatness. Success will come most easily if we stay focused on the outcome of this glorious struggle.
Moreover, the focusing itself is so sweet that we’ll do the job willingly and cheerfully, and we’ll complete it with no trouble at all. You can actually see that in the case of exceptional and glory-seeking people…
…for a competitor locked in a struggle for glory, an incredible pain blocker or shock absorber is the hope of the immediate advantage or glory that awaits…
When the splendor of greatness fills your eyes and the pursuit of glory captivates your heart, you don’t feel fatigue. Even if you do finally become aware of it, it hardly makes any difference, since you’re so completely in the zone…” [pp. 207, 209]