Barbaric, yes. Fascinating, too.
It's hard to imagine a world in which gladiatorial combat was permissible, even demanded. We can, of course, equate today's mano-a-mano contests - ultimate fighting, boxing, and both amateur and professional wrestling - as near comparisons, but three little words - "to the death" - set gladiators apart. The author carries us through the history, the personalities, into the arenas (a Latin language connection that caught me completely off guard) and even into the graveyards of the gladiators themselves to read their epitaphs. It's a short history, by design, but it's wonderfully perceptive.
The book is well illustrated with some of the best sources we have to truly understand what gladiatorial life was like, the various forms of art that depicted the warriors in their gear and in their contests. Bishop shows that the "sport" did not just pit any two men against each other. Over hundreds of years there were numerous challenges for gladiators, both against each other, with different classes of combatants using their own forms of weapons and armor, and against animals of many kinds. Each emperor tried to outdo the last one, putting on more lavish and decadent shows that reflected their money and their reach; the more exotic the animal, the farther it had to travel, the more powerful the event's sponsor could claim to be.
For me, perhaps the most startling fact about these shows is that they still exist today, in one small, regionally-specific form of entertainment: bullfighting. Two thousand years on, gladiators fight on.