Women Gladiators? Really?

Faith Justice author photoRelevant History welcomes Faith L. Justice, who writes award-winning fiction and articles in Brooklyn, New York. Her work appeared in such publications as Salon.com, Writer’s Digest, and The Copperfield Review. She is a frequent contributor to Strange Horizons and Associate Editor for Space and Time Magazine. For fun, she likes to dig in the dirt—her garden and various archaeological sites. To learn more about Faith’s books, check out her web site and blog. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads.

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Yes, really! Whenever I pitched Sword of the Gladiatrix as my “lesbian gladiator novel,” I encountered raised eyebrows and skeptical snorts. The first question everyone asked: “Were there really lesbian gladiators?” My answer: “Of course!” We know there were female gladiators fighting in arenas for several centuries. Some had to be lesbian.

What really surprised people was the fact of female gladiators. They rarely appear in popular culture. Despite the popularity of “Xena Warrior Princess” and the myths of the Amazons, female gladiators don’t come to mind in the media-soaked imaginings of brutal, bloody, gladiatorial games. Women warriors? Maybe. Women gladiators? No. Yet they are there in grave markers, classical literature, laws, and art. All you have to do is look.

The Writers
One organizer in Ostia brags on his tombstone that he was the first person to put women in the arena as fighters. Tacitus in his Annals mentions that Emperor Nero regularly had female gladiators in his shows. Suetonius tells us in his Life of Domitian that the Emperor once staged a performance at night where women fought other women by torchlight. Martial in his description of the entertainments in the Flavian Arena (the Coliseum) compared the women’s feats to those of Hercules.

These women fighters weren’t all captives, slaves, or from the lower classes. Juvenal in his Satires mocks women from the senatorial class who chose to join the gladiatorial ranks: “…and look how their little heads strain under such weighty helmets and how thick bandages of coarse bark support their knees.” Dio Cassius wrote of Nero, “There was another exhibition that was at once most disgraceful and most shocking, when men and women not only of the equestrian but even of the senatorial order appeared as performers in the orchestra, in the Circus, and in the hunting-theatre, like those who are held in lowest esteem…they drove horses, killed wild beasts, and fought as gladiators, some willingly and some sore against their will.”

The Lawyers
Some of the strongest evidence we have of female gladiators is in the law—recruiting and fighting women was banned, not once, not twice, but three times! Augustus, the first emperor, implemented lots of laws restricting women. Among them, in AD 11, he decreed that freeborn females under the age of twenty were forbidden from appearing on the stage or in the arena. In AD 19, he extended that to prohibit “gladiatorial recruitment of daughters, granddaughters, and great-granddaughters of senators or of knights, under the age of twenty.” In 200, Emperor Septimus Severus banned single combat by women in the arena because of “recrudescence among some upper-class women, and the raillery this provoked among the audience.” These prohibitions probably made the fights all the more popular, human nature being what it is.

The Artists
Gladiatrix reliefAlthough we have no mosaics showing female gladiators, we do have a couple of art depictions: a bronze statue of a woman in gladiatorial dress and a stone relief found in Halicarnassus (modern Bodrum, Turkey) showing two women equipped as gladiators and fighting without helmets. The Greek inscription on the stone relief says Amazon and Achillia (obviously stage names) fought bravely. I saw this piece in the British Museum and the image of those two women haunted me. They were real women who lived and died centuries ago. Who were they? Where did they come from? How did they feel about their lives? That’s when I decided to tell their story. Well, not their story—no one knows their background or fates. I had to create my own characters.

One of the non-fiction authors I consulted felt Nero encouraged the expansion of women in the games, so I looked closely at his reign and found two remarkable events that happened, in the same time frame, at opposite ends of the Empire: an expedition to Kush and the British revolt. Both involved cultures where women were valued as more equal partners in life and government than in Rome, and both had powerful queens who defied Roman power—one unsuccessfully in battle, one successfully with guile. These cultures provided plausibly strong (both in body and character) female protagonists. I created Afra and Cinnia to stand in for those two women carved on the stone. I hope you enjoy their story in Sword of the Gladiatrix.

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Sword of the Gladiatrix book coverA big thanks to Faith Justice. She’ll give away a copy of Sword of the Gladiatrix to someone who contributes a comment on my blog this week. I’ll choose the winner from among those who comment by Friday at 6 p.m. ET. Delivery is available worldwide. (A winner in the US or Canada may choose between an ebook or trade paperback.)

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The Winner of James Maxey’s Books

Warren Bull has won a copy each of Nobody Gets the Girl and Burn Baby Burn by James Maxey. Congrats to Warren Bull!

Thanks to James Maxey for showing us the ancient, historical roots of superheroes. Thanks, also, to everyone who visited and commented on Relevant History last week. Watch for another Relevant History post, coming soon.

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The Rise of the Superman

James Maxey author photoRelevant History welcomes 2015 Piedmont Laureate James Maxey, whose mother warned him that reading all those comic books would warp his mind. She was right. Now an adult who can’t stop daydreaming, James is unsuited for decent work and ekes out a pittance writing down his demented fantasies, including the science fiction/fantasy hybrid of the Bitterwood series, superhero novels like Nobody Gets the Girl, the secondary world fantasy of the Dragon Apocalypse series, and the steam-punk visions of Bad Wizard. James lives in Hillsborough, North Carolina with his lovely and patient wife Cheryl and too many cats. To learn more about James and his books, check out his web site and Piedmont Laureate blog.

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Since Superman’s debut in 1938, superheroes have been an enduring fixture of pop culture. Superman started with a modest trio of powers, being fast, tough, and strong. Soon, his powers expanded, with flight, x-ray vision, and even super-breath. Some superheroes cloned these, like Captain Marvel. Others tried to carve out a niche. Plastic Man could change into anything, as long as it was red, yellow, and pink. Green Lantern had a magic ring that shot green flame. Doll Man could shrink to only six inches tall. By the 1960s, writers had to stretch to find new powers. Bouncing Boy turned into a large ball. Spiderman shot webs and clung to ceilings. This summer, we’ll get a film featuring Ant-Man, who fights crime on ant-back.

Enkidu and Gilgamesh cylinder seal impressionTales of supermen can be found in some of the earliest myths of mankind. Gilgamesh, Samson, and Achilles had their tales written, but countless heroes preceded them in oral traditions. Cave drawings dating to 13,000 BC depict human/animal hybrids. Oral traditions in Stone Age cultures that have endured until modern times, such as the Maori, feature tales of magically powerful heroes. Even American folklore has stories of Abe Lincoln’s almost superhuman strength.

Why do these stories persist?
Evolution should leave us with an instinctive sense of our physical limits. Most of us would hop off a two-foot wall without thinking about it. Few of us would jump from a twenty-foot wall. We don’t expect the real humans we encounter to jump a mile into the sky, or lift a dumpster, or shrug off bullets.

My theory is that we owe our interest in these stories to another gift of evolution: we’ve evolved to be excellent at recognizing patterns. This is a powerful tool for a hunter-gatherer. It makes us able to spot game trails, and lets us know that when we find one type of flower in an area, we can start digging around for edible roots. But, it also left us looking for patterns of larger, more impressive events in the natural world. What explains the thunder and lightning? Why does the ground sometimes shake and belch flame? Our longing to see patterns left us ill-prepared to settle for the answer that, sometimes, these things just happen. Certainly, there must be something we’re doing that causes the thunder. Is it because I stole that gourd from my neighbor’s garden? Is it because my child was disrespectful of his grandfather? Perhaps it’s a warning of a coming attack from the tribe on the other side of the ridge.

Again and again, our ancestors found enough seemingly meaningful patterns that they discerned intelligence behind these mysterious events. Given our ability to see faces in something as simple as a colon followed by an end parenthesis, we couldn’t help but notice the faces in the clouds, in the rocks of the mountain, or on the moon. In culture after cultures, we gave names to the personalities controlling these forces of nature—Zeus, Thor, Ra—and gave them human shapes in our minds. We might seldom have caught a glimpse of them directly, but we saw all the signs that they were there.

Protection and punishment
We also knew, almost universally, that they were deeply concerned with our actions. We could make them angry by being unfaithful to our mates, or please them by offering up lambs and chickens. Behave well, and the powerful beings would protect us. Transgress, and punishment would surely follow.

This obsession with protection and punishment is, of course, the other thing Superman borrowed from his demigod predecessors. From his first adventure, he was a champion of the helpless, freeing an innocent woman from death row, then roughing up a wife-beater. Bank robbers fell before his fists, but he wasn’t above roughing up crooked industrialists or slapping around a corrupt politician. He was, perhaps, a bully, treating every problem he encountered as something he could solve with a hard enough punch. But, he was our bully. He was on our side.

In retrospect, Superman’s early adventures look hopelessly naïve. You can’t roughhouse a governor into granting a pardon and expect it to end well for anyone. Confessions gained by holding people by their ankles off the corners of tall buildings don’t hold up well in court, nor does the testimony of a man wearing colorful underwear who refuses to reveal his real name. But, that’s the cynical adult in me who shakes his head at the very idea of Superman.

But when I was a child? I slept a little better with a Superman poster on my wall. He was evidence to my young mind that there was someone big and strong looking out for the little guy. All was right with the world. I’m glad there’s still part of me that hasn’t let go of Superman.

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Nobody Gets the Girl/Burn Baby Burn book cover imagesA big thanks to James Maxey. He’ll give away a trade paperback copy of Nobody Gets the Girl and Burn Baby Burn to someone who contributes a comment on my blog this week. I’ll choose the winner from among those who comment by Friday at 6 p.m. ET. Delivery is available within the U.S. only. (corrected)

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The Winner of Patriots, Redcoats & Spies

Linda Price has won a copy of Patriots, Redcoats & Spies by Robert Skead. Congrats to Linda Price!

Thanks to Robert Skead for discussing one of George Washington’s greatest weapons against the redcoats. Thanks, also, to everyone who visited and commented on Relevant History this week. Watch for another Relevant History post, coming soon.

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The Cost of Freedom

Geshe SangpoThe monk in the middle of this picture is Geshe Sangpo, a Tibetan-born Buddhist, taking his oath of American citizenship in Raleigh, North Carolina. When he was a boy, he fled the repression in his homeland and made the iconic but arduous crossing of the Himalayas by foot into Nepal so he could pursue his calling as a monk—not unlike the Dalai Lama’s own journey. Until May 2015, when he became an American citizen, Geshe Sangpo was essentially a man without a country. However from now on, every Fourth of July will have special meaning for him.

What would you do for liberty? Would you leave family members behind and walk hundreds of miles in rugged terrain with little food? That’s what Geshe Sangpo did. At some point today, while you’re enjoying your holiday feast, the company of friends and family, and a fireworks display, pause a moment to think about all the people worldwide who are living in repressive regimes. And give thanks for the freedom you have.

I’m selling and signing my books in person today from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. at the Joel Lane Museum House’s annual Fourth of July celebration. I’m also an online guest in the following spots. Stop by and say hello:

Richard Abbott’s blog

Writers Who Kill blog

Linda Hall’s blog

Happy Fourth of July!

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