Book Club

Book Club | September 2020: Plato Timaeus and Critias

"Looking towards the sea, but in the centre of the whole island, there was a plain which is said to have been the fairest of all plains and very fertile. Near the plain again, and also in the centre of the island at a distance of about fifty stadia, there was a mountain not very high on any side." Our September Book Club selection comprises two dialogues of Plato which… Read more

Book Club | August 2020: Quintus Smyrnaeus Fall of Troy 10–14

For August, we will complete our "long summer read" of the Fall of Troy, or Posthomerica, by Quintus Smyrnaeus. This month, we will read Books 10–14, which include the death of Paris, further fighting, the construction of the Trojan Horse, the sack of Troy, and the Returns. Discussion will start and continue in the forum, and we will meet via Zoom on Tuesday, August 25, at 11 a.m. EDT. Read more

Book Club | July 2020: Quintus Smyrnaeus Fall of Troy 5–9

This month we continue our "long summer read" of The Fall of Troy, or Posthomerica, by Quintus Smyrnaeus. For July, we will read Books 5–9, which feature the contest for the arms of Achilles, Eurypylos the son of Telephos, Neoptolemos, and the death of Eurypylos. Discussion will start and continue in the forum, and we will meet via Zoom on Tuesday, July 28, at 11 a.m. EDT. Read more

Book Club | June 2020: Quintus Smyrnaeus Fall of Troy 1–4

"... peerless amid all the Amazons unto Troy-town Penthesileia came. To right, to left, from all sides hurrying thronged the Trojans, greatly marvelling, when they saw the tireless War-god's child, the mailed maid, like to the blessed gods; for in her face glowed beauty glorious and terrible. Her smile was ravishing: beneath her brows, her love-enkindling eyes shone like to stars, and with the crimson rose of shamefastness bright were… Read more

Book Club | May 2020: Aulus Gellius Attic Nights Book 1

"...whenever I had taken in hand any Greek or Latin book, or had heard anything worth remembering, I used to jot down whatever took my fancy, of any and every kind, without any definite plan or order; and such notes I would lay away as an aid to my memory, like a kind of literary storehouse, so that when the need arose of a word or a subject which I… Read more