Mark my words: Scipio is cursed!
To put matters in historical perspective I daresay it is surely no stretch of fancy to compare the knock-on effects of the disaster of Cannae (-216) to those of the Battle of Verdun in WWI in terms of casualties and sense of dread and tragedy. Scipio's victory at Zama (-202) after a drawn-out sixteen years of fierce and unrelenting war must have come as news as good as November 11th, 1918. I know what you're about to object: times were different and so the comparison is far-fetched. You may be right, but human nature has always been, is, and will always be the same. If there is only one lesson to learn from History, this is the one.
Publius Cornelius Scipio Africanus is by far one of Rome's most gifted generals as well as a figurehead of a politician. Yet he is hardly given the fair recognition he deserves in our books. More than that, as a matter of fact, he is cursed.
Doubly cursed.
By a two-pronged bias.
First things first, if you are looking for good books on him, then you're in for much of a disappointment. You shall come across a glut of titles on his archenemy, Hannibal, in the shadow of whose Scipio is always kept. And not only are books on Scipio scarce, they are pretty bad. In English the latest to come out was Richard A. Gabriel's a few years ago. It is a messy job where with the benefit of hindsight Gabriel keeps on dwelling on a miscellany of what- ifs, claiming that Scipio should be deemed the very best ever, even better than Cesar or, Napoleon, as if the French Emperor had his soldiers fight with pila and slingshots! Apples and oranges, in other words.
On this side of the Channel, we have Luc Mary's contribution. But Mary is a joke, an expert in everything! The pundit is alawys taking to pointless fantasy in his too many and too fast written books: what if Napoleon had won at Waterloo? What if Kennedy hadn't been done in? Rubbish: you can't undo what has been done, can you? I took pity on Mary when I was inflicting on myself the reading of his "Varrus, rends-moi mes légions!". Well, if this bloke is a historian, then I want to know what a windbag is.
The other prong of the curse? Scipio's policy and achievements after Zama when he was at the peak of his career and his popularity second-best to no one else's! Not a word about it in today's books.
So I picked up Ross Leckie's novel as a last resort, for want of anything better. Wasn't the blurb promising a gripping span on the whole of the great man's life? Indeed, Leckie takes us from Rome to Spain and Africa and then back to Rome where we follow Scipio through the course of his lifetime. We are told about his deeds of derring do when a mere teenager he leads survivors of Cannae on their painful and long way back to Rome, talking them out of rallying the gods know what foreign king somewhere far -flung overseas, and setting himself as an example not to give in to despair.
Leckie is very good at explaining how Scipio is always clever enough to learn from the mistakes he witnesses, his father's included, and how once given a prominent military command in spite of his youth, he sets up the reshaping of the legions and their tactical procedures, thus sowing the seeds from which Marius will later be reaping.
Unfortunately, Leckie's broad brushstrokes in the second half of the story are coming short of painting a portrait of his hero as the outstanding figure he cuts in Rome's political landscape. Just imagine! Back from Africa, Scipio is cheered by large crowds wearing their hearts on their sleeves, calling on him to become consul for life, even dictator if he so wishes! This is a landmark moment in Rome's history. The City owes him so much, its survival, two provinces in Spain and victory over Carthage. We are at a watershed time, two and a half centuries before Cesar's heyday, for crying out loud! But Leckie skips it all and gets sloppy. For instance, to enhance his drama, he writes that later the downtrodden and old Scipio hears from his younger brother Lucius's suicide, but actually the sources tell us that Lucius oulived his elder brother! Worse, Leckie has the Scipio brothers lead the legions on the battlefield to beat Philip V of Macedon at Cynocephalae! Has he ever heard of Flamininus or what? What a bungle! How can an author so well versed in Greco-Latin culture have it so awfully wrong all of a sudden?
Leckie then touches on the war against Antiochos III of Syria, with yet another big slip-up. I must say to set the record straight that the Senate wouldn't trust Lucius ( better known for his heavy drinking and philandering than his soldiering) with a key military position. So it was only providing that Scipio was sent in as a legate and adviser to Lucius that the latter was eventually entrusted with waging war on the Seleucids. That probably got Lucius huffy on his elder brother... Nevertheless the job was done: mission accomplished! The Apamae peace treaty secured Rome's position in the East. Lucius was awarded a triumph and the title Asiaticus ( let's split hairs: I should say Asiagenus!).
There are other flaws strewn across the book, small things that can't pass muster under the sharp eye of a stickler for historical accuracy. I'll drop the annoying mention of the week for fear of sounding like a cracked record. And there was no such thing as a chimney in houses of ancient times, for instance.
Still those shortcomings never put me off. All in all, Leckie's novel is in fact the one and only book I should recommend on the matter. It gives you a good reenactment of life as it must have been then. The rendition of Rome's predicament after Cannae is convincing. The reader is treated to a good dollop of well researched details and quotations.
I will however definitely shun Leckie's other book, "Hannibal".
Vale!