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The Seven Wonders: A Novel of the Ancient World Hardcover – Jun 5 2012

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  • Hardcover: 336 pages
  • Publisher: Minotaur Books (June 5 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0312359845
  • ISBN-13: 978-0312359843
  • Product Dimensions: 16.4 x 2.8 x 24.2 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 522 g
  • Average Customer Review: 4.5 out of 5 stars 4 customer reviews
  • Amazon Bestsellers Rank: #417,329 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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About the Author

STEVEN SAYLOR is the author of acclaimed historical mystery novels featuring Gordianus the Finder, including The Triumph of Caesar, as well as the internationally bestselling historical novels Empire and Roma. He has appeared on the History Channel as an expert on Roman politics and life. He divides his time between Berkeley, California and Austin, Texas.

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Prelude in Rome:
“Now that you’re dead, Antipater, what do you plan to do with yourself?”
My father laughed at his own joke. He knew perfectly well what Antipater was planning to do, but he couldn’t resist a paradoxical turn of phrase. Puzzles were my father’s passion—and solving them his profession. He called himself Finder, because men hired him to find the truth.
Not surprisingly, old Antipater answered with a poem made up on the spot; for yes, the Antipater of whom I speak was the Antipater of Sidon—one of the most celebrated poets in the world, famed not only for the elegance of his verses but for the almost magical way he could produce them impromptu, as if drawn from the aether. His poem was in Greek, of course:
“I died on my birthday, so I must leave Rome.
Now your son has his birthday—is it time to leave home?”
Antipater’s question, like my father’s, was merely rhetorical. For days the old poet and I had been making preparations to leave Rome together on this day. He gave me a smile. “It does seem unfair, my boy, that your birthday should be overshadowed by my funeral.”
I resisted the urge to correct him. Despite his lingering habit of addressing me as a boy, I was in fact a man, and had been so for exactly a year, since I put on my manly toga when I turned seventeen. “What better way to celebrate my birthday, Teacher, than to set out on a journey such as most people can only dream of?”
“Well put!” Antipater squeezed my shoulder. “It’s not every young man who can look forward to seeing with his own eyes the greatest monuments ever built by mankind, and in the company of mankind’s greatest poet.” Antipater had never been modest. Now that he was dead, I suppose he had no reason to be.
“And it’s not every man who has the privilege of gazing upon his own funeral stele,” my father said, indicating with a wave of his hand the object of which he spoke.
The three of us stood in the garden of my father’s house on the Esquiline Hill. The sky was cloudless and the air was warm for the month of Martius. In front of us—delivered only moments before from the sculptor’s workshop—stood a riddle in marble. It was a funeral stele for a man who was not dead. The rectangular tablet was elegantly carved and brightly painted, and only about a foot tall. Later it would be placed atop the sepulcher intended for the dead man’s ashes, but for now it was propped atop the crate in which it had been delivered.
Antipater nodded thoughtfully. “And not every man has the opportunity to design his own monument, as I have. You don’t think it’s too irreverent, do you, Finder? I mean, we don’t want anyone to look at this stele and realize it’s a hoax. If anyone should surmise that I’ve faked my own death—”
“Stop worrying, old friend. Everything is going as we planned. Five days ago I entered your death in the register at the Temple of Libitina. Thanks to the rich matrons who send a slave to check the lists several times a day, word of your demise spread across Rome in a matter of hours. People assumed that your old friend and patron Quintus Lutatius Catulus must be in possession of your remains and in charge of the funeral arrangements. There was disbelief when it was discovered that a citizen as humble as myself had been named executor in your will, and that your remains were to be displayed in the vestibule of my house. But so it was. I summoned the undertakers to wash and perfume the body, purchased flowers, cypress sprigs, incense, and a very elegant bier—your will provided for all necessary expenses—and then I put your corpse on display in the vestibule. And what a turnout you’ve received! All the poets and half the politicians in Rome have come to pay their respects.”
Antipater flashed a wry smile. “My demise has allowed you to make the acquaintance of the best people in Rome, Finder—just the sort who are always getting dragged into court for murdering each other. I daresay this could prove a windfall for you—meeting so many potential new clients!”
My father nodded. “Everyone has come to have a look, it seems—except Catulus. Do you imagine your patron is sulking, because the will didn’t name him as executor?”
“More likely he’s been holding off, waiting until today to pay his respects—the day of the funeral—so that his visit will be as conspicuous as possible. Catulus may have the soul of a poet, but he has the instincts of a politician—”
Antipater fell silent at the sound of a knock at the front door.
“Another caller. I shall disappear at once.” Antipater hurried to the concealed door that gave access to a narrow chamber next to the vestibule, where a tiny crack in the wall served as a peephole and allowed him to observe all that transpired.
A moment later, my father’s doorkeeper—the only slave he owned at that time—appeared in the garden.
“You have a visitor, Master,” Damon wheezed. The constant flood of callers was running the poor old fellow ragged. He cleared his throat and I saw him concentrate, determined to get the name right. “Lintus Quitatius Catulus, former consul of the Republic, has come to pay his respects to the deceased.”
“Quintus Lutatius Catulus, I think you mean,” said my father indulgently. “Come, son, let us greet the consul.”
The man in the vestibule was perhaps sixty years old. Like my father and me, he was dressed in a black toga, but his was embroidered with a purple band that marked his status as a senator. Ten years ago Catulus had served as consul and commander of the legions; it was his army that annihilated the Cimbri at the battle of the Raudine Plain. But Catulus was also a man of culture and learning, and was said to have a sensitive nature. He stood stiffly upright before the funeral bier with his hands crossed before him.
My father introduced himself, and me as well, but Catulus hardly seemed to notice. “Your distinguished presence graces my home, Consul, though I regret the sadness of the occasion. Did you come alone?”
Catulus raised an eyebrow. “Of course not. I left my retinue outside, so that I could spend a moment alone with my old friend—face-to-face, so to speak. But alas, his face is covered.” Catulus gestured to the mask, made of wax, which concealed the face of the corpse. “Is it true that his features were damaged by the fall?”
“I’m afraid so,” said my father. “The undertakers did what they could to make him presentable, but the damage was such that I decided it was preferable to conceal the injuries. Normally, a death mask is made from the direct impression of the face in repose. But in this case, I hired a sculptor to create the likeness. The mask will be used in the funeral procession, as usual, but until then I’ve placed it over his face. I think the sculptor did a very good job, don’t you? It really does look like Antipater, lying there with his eyes shut, as if he slept. Still, if you wish to gaze upon his face.…”
Catulus nodded grimly. “I’m a military man, Finder. I’ve seen the most terrible things that can be done to human flesh. Show me.”
My father stepped to the bier and lifted the death mask.
The staid consul’s abrupt, girlish shriek, stifled by a fist to his mouth, was so incongruous that I almost laughed out loud. Behind the wall, I heard a noise like loose plaster falling, and imagined Antipater shaking with mirth.
Catulus glanced at the wall. My father shrugged and looked embarrassed, as if to apologize for the presence of rats.
“But how could a mere fall have resulted in such terrible disfigurement?” Catulus kept his fist pressed to his mouth. He looked a bit green.
“It was a long fall,” explained my father, “from the top floor of an apartment in the Subura, five stories up. He landed on his head. As I say, the undertakers did what they could—”
“Yes, I understand. Replace the mask, please.”
“Of course, Consul.”
Not for the first time, I wondered about the true identity of the corpse upon the bier. My father had declined to tell me, following his long-standing practice of keeping to himself any aspect of his work that he deemed unnecessary for me to know. When I turned seventeen, I had thought my father might see fit to share all his secrets with me, but if anything, he had become more guarded than ever during the last year. I knew that something very dangerous must be afoot in Rome, for Antipater to fake his own death, and for my father to assist him in such a wild scheme, but regarding the details, I had been kept in the dark.
The elderly body on the bier was apparently an excellent match for Antipater; not one of the many visitors had expressed the least doubt. Of course, the only parts of the corpse that were visible were the long white hair and beard and the wrinkled, age-spotted hands crossed over the chest, the rest being covered by one of Antipater’s favorite garments and by the mask. The man truly had died from a fall in the Subura, just as my father described, cracking his skull and shattering his face. Had he been a slave, discreetly acquired from his owner? Or some lowlife criminal whom no one cared to claim? Or simply some ancient citizen of the Subura without family or friends to mourn him? Whoever he was, he had died at the right time and in such a manner that he could be passed off as Antipater. In a way, my father had done the poor fellow a favor; the dead man had been mourned by the best people in Rome and was about to receive funeral rites far above his station.
--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

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Saylor knows his stuff and brings the ancient world alive in what is a neat prequel to his Roma sub rosa series. However you don't have to have read any of his other books to enjoy this book.
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This showed up on time. I like Steven Sayor's books. This was not his best but it was still an enjoyable read.
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Fine book, but not as goos as his previous ones.
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HASH(0x9f8af2c4) out of 5 stars Delightul Tour of the Ancient World that Keeps You Guessing June 2 2012
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This is the first of Saylor's mysteries I have read and I am very impressed. His knowledge of the Ancient World is huge and combined with his ability to tell a number of well-crafted small mysteries makes for an abosolutely wonderful book.

It's hard to combine good scholarship with good storytelling, those kind of books tend to be dull and didactic. But Saylor's book doesn't flag one bit. At each of the Seven Wonders you'll learn plenty about the building (or ruins), the people, and the customs, but you won't notice because the plots are so engaging.

As The Finder and his teacher travel to each of the Wonders they come upon a mystery to be solved, usually by chance. The Finder has not yet become known for his extraordinary skill and in fact hasn't even realized he has it, but his sharp eye, keen observation, and good memory combine to solve every one.

I really enjoyed this book.

One note though. Before I began to read the book, I noticed that several of the chapters had been published in magazines, so I worried this would be a very loose collection and not an integrated novel. It's not. While the mystery contained in each chapter is self-contained, that makes sense given the travels. But the book is a complete, and completely wonderful, whole.

A great summer read.
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HASH(0xa012c960) out of 5 stars Another Magnificent Roman Mystery From Steven Saylor May 24 2012
By John D. Cofield - Published on
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Long time followers of the career of Gordianus the Finder, 1st century BCE Rome's private detective par excellence, will know that he occasionally mentions the long journey he made in his youth to see the Seven Wonders of the World. Up till now we've only been able to wonder what actually happened during that monumental trip, but now Gordianus' creator Steven Saylor has given us the answer in the form of a well crafted mystery which is also (like all of Saylor's Roman works) an amazing evocation of the days of the Roman Empire.

The story begins with preparations by the 18 year old Gordianus and his father for the funeral ceremonies of the eminent poet Antipater of Sidon (who really lived and thus joins Cicero, Cataline, and Caesar, among many others, as one of the actual ancient Romans with whom Gordianus interacts in Saylor's mysteries). There's only one problem: Antipater is very much alive, but for reasons best known to himself he prefers to be thought dead and gone. Gone he soon will be, for he and Gordianus are preparing to leave Rome to tour the Seven Wonders. The chapters that follow each present separate mysteries, all intertwined with the overall mystery of why Antipater needs to stay hidden. Most are tied up with one of the seven Wonders, which are all beautifully described in the fine historical detail his readers know to expect from Saylor. As the story progresses Gordianus learns more about Antipater and even more about himself, as he is enjoyably initiated into the "Venusian mysteries" by several obliging females and also begins to learn and sharpen his investigative skills. Most importantly for his future, he meets and purchases the woman who is to dominate his life, Bethesda. The date is about BCE 92, when the Roman Republic is tottering but still standing as its Empire expands and is threatened by other powers, like Mithridates of Pontus whose agents play a role in some of the stories in this volume.

When I pick up one of Steven Saylor's mysteries I know I will be reading a well crafted and enjoyable tale. Just as importantly, I know the history and scholarship behind Saylor's fiction will be impeccably presented, and that ancient Rome will live again in my imagination.
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HASH(0x9f775924) out of 5 stars Wonderful! An Enthralling, Mysterious Trip June 1 2012
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More than any other historical novelist writing today, Steven Saylor brings the ancient world to life. Here he sweeps us off with his fictional sleuth Gordianus to visit the Seven Wonders of antiquity. To go with the Wonders, there are seven deftly plotted tales. I particularly enjoyed the one in which Gordianus has to find out if a mother has contrived with her daughter-in-law to murder her own son; also the story of dead Roman soldiers and a witch's curse. There is a central puzzle--why does the poet who accompanies Gordianus on his journey hide his identity? By the novel's final pages, all the mysteries are solved to the reader's satisfaction.

The book can be regarded as a prequel to Saylor's other novels about Gordianus the Fender. In THE SEVEN WONDERS, we follow his adventures as a very young man. The backdrop is a Roman republic facing both internal strife and the growing threat of a powerful, alien king, Mithridates.

Ancient views on women's roles and different societies' contrasting approaches to sexuality are two fascinating strands woven through the novel. Two of Saylor's most vividly drawn characters are the heraira, Bitto, an older woman with much to teach Gordianus, and the rugged Gaul, Vindovix, who becomes smitten with him. The writing is not at all explicit but Gordianus's tour of the Seven Wonders is also a voyage of erotic discovery, a coming of age for an innocent eighteen-year-old. Fittingly, in the last chapter he encounters Bethesda, a woman who readers of the other Gordianus novels know will become his beloved wife.

At the end of his travels, young Gordianus reflects that "the true wonders a man encounters in his life are not the mute monuments of stone, but his fellow mortals." Saylor excels in making us feel we are truly visiting a distant time and place, and his descriptions of the Wonders themselves are often startlingly beautiful. But perhaps his greatest strength as a novelist is that he creates living, breathing characters that we can easily relate to and care about. He certainly does that in this book. Highly recommended.
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HASH(0x9f775ccc) out of 5 stars Good series of short stories Aug. 25 2012
By Amy Goebel Padgett - Published on
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I gave 4 stars when it really should have been 5, simply because I misunderstood what I was getting when I got the book. I thought it would be more of a novel, but the reality is that it is a series of loosely connected short stories. Which is fine, I love short stories, I just didn't realize it until I got to chapter two.

The premise is that each short story is about Gordianus and his tutor on a trip to each of the 7 wonders of the world. I loved that concept and it was a lot of fun to read. Saylor definitely did his research and made each locale come alive, which is what I like best. Each chapter is one of the seven wonders and Gordianus is given a mystery (not always a murder) to solve. It was really rather addicting.

If anyone has read The Decameron by Boccaccio and Billy Budd by Herman Melville, they are familiar with the concept of an innocent young many first going out into the world and having sexual encounters and "broadening his horizons" along the way. There was also a touch of that, although not nearly as bawdy as The Decameron. There was a definitely "Billy Budd" feel to Gordianus, though. I was really struck by that.

My favorite stories were the first two and the last one. They were all gems though. Another thing I should point out, I like Saylor, but some of his books were a little too rough (too real?) for me and I sort of gave up reading him. But I love stories about ancient Rome, particularly when combined with a mystery, and these stories were right up my alley. They were not at all rough, in fact they were rather light-hearted, perhaps even witty, which was a huge and very enjoyable relief for me. I wish he'd write more books along this line--not the short story aspect--but the lighter touch, leaving out some of the heavier/gritty stuff.

This is a TERRIFIC book for bedtime reading--I read one story a night and it worked out perfectly for me. The more I write this, the more I think I should have given it five stars, because I really did enjoy the history and travelogue aspects and Gordianus' journey to adulthood.

Try it, you'll like it!
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HASH(0x9f778b88) out of 5 stars The Start of the Finder June 30 2012
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Mr. Saylor has finally given us the start of Gordianus the Finder's career, describing a trip he took as an 18-year-old to see the Seven Wonders of the World. He is in the company of the aging Greek poet, Antipater of Sidon, and Mr. Saylor uses that as an excuse to trot out some of Antipater's surviving works. In form, the book is a series of vignettes loosely tied together by the backdrop of the emerging threat (to Rome) of King Mithradates of Pontus, a rarely mentioned important figure but one who is featured in The Last King: Rome's Greatest Enemy. On the whole, the journey is wonderfully satisfying both as a series of small whodunits, and as a travelogue/history lesson. I found Gordianus' view as a tourist in the ancient world quite charming -- indeed, I was taken by the image of these famous sites as tourist attractions back then -- and while the extensive details of the Wonders may not be everyone's cup of tea, I suspect Saylor fans will delight in them as I did. "The Seven Wonders" may not rank as Mr. Saylor's best, but it is very enjoyable and is an essential piece of reading for those who have followed Gordianus. The ending, in Alexandria, was a real treat ... you should know why.