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Tuesday, 22 September 2015

My Reading of Herodotus's The Histories

"Consider what you have in the smallest chosen library. A company of the wisest and wittiest men that could be picked out of all civil countries, in a thousand years, have set in best order the results of their learning and wisdom. The men themselves were hid and inaccessible, solitary, impatient of interruption, fenced by etiquette; but the thought which they did not uncover to their bosom friend is here written out in transparent words to us, the strangers of another age" - Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Summer 2015 Reading List
by Kudakwashe Kanhutu

Aristotle, in his Poetics, famously summarised Homer’s thick volume epic poem – The Odyssey – in 3 sentences. He summarised it thus: 

“A certain man is absent from home for many years; he is jealously watched by Poseidon, and left desolate. Meanwhile his home is in a wretched plight – suitors are wasting his substance and plotting against his son. At length, tempest-tost, he himself arrives; he makes certain persons acquainted with him; he attacks the suitors with his own hand, and is himself preserved while he destroys them. This is the essence of the plot; the rest is episode.” 

Homer’s The Odyssey is around 560 pages long. I am going to do even better than Aristotle here and summarise Herodotus’s The Histories, which is 734 pages long, in one sentence: “Read it yourself!” 

Summer Readings: 

I come from a country where some dinosaurs still exist who think that not sharing the knowledge they have is a form of distinguishing themselves from the rest. Selfish, selfish, selfish. It is also something that only works to the detriment of the polity. The one thing I learnt, however, from the countries I have been to, where hogging knowledge is frowned upon, is that you don’t really have to converse with these dinosaurs as “everything that is worth knowing has already been put in books, just read them.” Of course, “the man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.” Luckily, I have had close contact with policy makers and various successful people who freely publish lists of what they are currently reading and what they have already read. Bill Gates’s Gates Notes is one such public source of good books but as I myself am not a man of business, I have never read any of his recommendations. My interest is in classical texts that teach about international relations, public policy and courtly intrigues. In that regard, I would sooner re-read Niccolo Machiavelli’s The Prince than read the Bill Gates recommended John Brooks’s Business Adventures. So, I have my own sources of reading lists. 

The Histories of Herodotus: 

Two years ago I spent the whole summer reading Thucydides’s The History of the Peloponnesian War – excellent book. Before then, in the previous summers, I had read the works of Plato, Thomas More, and Aristotle; the Epic Poems of Homer, Virgil, John Milton and John Dryden as part of my study for my first degree: Classics. It so happens then that the canon I currently enjoy reading was decided for me by my first degree. So, I tend to read works from Greek antiquity and I find them riveting. I had so far not found any time to read Herodotus, owing to lack of time, due to the reading demands of my second and third degrees: my recently finished studies in Modern Warfare. But The Histories has always been the great outstanding work from Greek antiquity that I still had to read. 

When I finally found time to read it, I was also initially very sceptical of Herodotus’s integrity as a Historian, but therein lay my mistake. Volumes have been written about people who miss the forest while looking for the tree. You prevent yourself from absorbing the lessons or enjoying the writing style of an author because you want to question that, “oh, if he wasn’t present when such and such happened, how can he report back to us, word for word, what was said during that occurrence?” Should you ever read all these works from antiquity, a better course of action is to concern yourself only with what you can learn from the recorded actions of the ancients and the outcomes they yielded in each instance. 

An even better way is to take Aristotle’s counsel when he defended epic poetry. He said; 

“Poetry, therefore, is a more philosophical and a higher thing than history: for poetry tends to express the universal, history the particular. By the universal I mean how a person of a certain type on occasion speak or act, according to the law of probability or necessity; and it is this universality at which poetry aims in the names she attaches to the personages.” 

With the passage of time (for Aristotle is a near contemporary of Herodotus), Herodotus’s The Histories can be argued to have come to hold the same value of “expressing the universal” that epic poetry was then argued to hold. 

This, then, is the way I read The Histories; as a recording of the actions that happened in the intercourse between Greeks and their neighbours in Asia, Europe and Africa (Ethiopia, Egypt and Libya feature prominently). What worked and what didn't work in that intercourse is what interested me in his Histories. This book is also excellent in that it applies as a textbook of both international relations and domestic politics. The intercourse between Greeks (Spartans, Athenians, and Thebans) as well as that between the Greeks and Barbarians (Persians, Ethiopians, Egyptians and Libyans) qualify as early forms of international relations. While the relationships between the military, religious figures, political figures and private citizens in, for example, Athens, qualifies as domestic politics 101. If you also look to modern times, after reading Herodotus, you will find that most of the events he recorded have been replicating themselves throughout the years. Herodotus’s Histories, in the words of Shakespeare, thus, held a mirror to human nature. 

Much Better Than Shakespeare: 

The other value of Herodotus’s The Histories is that it supplies you with maxims that have withstood the test of time. Shakespeare (who I read extensively) also has important maxims, but the problem with Shakespeare’s maxims is that they just jump at you, from nowhere, unsupported by the surrounding text. This anomaly has led many scholars to doubt the authenticity of Shakespeare’s authorship. It is as if a much cleverer scholar, after time had passed, added his own maxims but did not have the due care to add his maxims where they were supported by the preceding and succeeding text. An example of this is the Seven Ages of Man speech in As You Like It

Herodotus’s maxims in The Histories, on the other hand, are logical as they are supported by the surrounding text. Here are two quick examples: his quotation, “This is the bitterest pain among men, to have much knowledge but no power" comes during a conversation between a Persian soldier and Thersander, a Greek traitor who had taken sides with the Persians when they invaded Greece. The Persian implores Thersander to desert and seek his safety as this Persian expedition was doomed to perish. Thersander then asks the Persian soldier why he doesn’t take this knowledge to his generals so that they may forthwith stop the invasion, to which he then gets the above reply. The second quote is; “If a man insisted always on being serious, and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.” This comes from the passage where the Egyptians confonted their King, Amasis, and said to him his style of drinking and joking with common people was unbecoming for royal dignity, and the above is the suitable response he gave them. 

Herodotus: Not Just Another Academic: 

As I have a disdain for academics and scholars, I also warmed up to Herodotus because, not only did he record history, he also participated in its creation. Here is how he casually mentioned his involvement in the history he was recording in Book Eight, Chapter 132:  

When the whole fleet was collected together at Aegina, ambassadors from Ionia arrived at the Greek station; they had but just come from paying a visit to Sparta, where they had been entreating the Lacedaemonians to undertake the deliverance of their native land. One of these ambassadors was Herodotus, the son of Basileides. Originally they were seven in number; and the whole seven had conspired to slay Strattis the tyrant of Chios; one, however, of those engaged in the plot betrayed the enterprise; and the conspiracy being in this way discovered, Herodotus, and the remaining five, quitted Chios, and went straight to Sparta, whence they had now proceeded to Aegina, their object being to beseech the Greeks that they would pass over to Ionia. It was not, however, without difficulty that they were induced to advance even so far as Delos. 

Criticism of The Histories: 

Herodotus has been criticised for not writing his history in a chronological sequence as did Thucydides. I argue that as a pioneer of the writing of history, Herodotus had no frame of reference, unlike his successors like Thucydides, who just refined his invention. Another famous criticism is by Plutarch titled, The Malice of Herodotus. I advise you to read it yourself but his general complaint was that Herodotus painted the Barbarians (Persians, Europeans, Egyptians, Ethiopians, Libyans, Indians) in a positive light while denigrating his own kind – The Greeks. As a non – Greek myself, this does not bother me in the least.

The Histories is 734 pages long.

Wednesday, 20 May 2015

Belgium, A Working Visit.

"There is no knowledge that is not power" - Ralph Waldo Emerson.

At the Atomium Brussels, on the invitation to NATO HQ by the Commander of all United States European Forces.
by Kudakwashe Kanhutu 

Napoleon is reputed to have said that he did not want to be God because it was a dead end job without prospects for career advancement, or words to that effect. In my own life, I have found that this Napoleonic trait (not the complex, mind you) is present to a degree. Take this with a pinch of salt because I have never been to a desert; but all the same, I find that I am just like a man wandering in the desert, who sees the mirage of an oasis in the distance, but by the time he arrives at the spot he thought he saw the oasis, it will have moved a bit futher such that he never arrives at his destination. 

All the things I thought would be great to do - playing football in Europe, getting a degree from a top university, dating the world's most beautiful girl, having the job of my choice, befriending the great and powerful,  and being feted in the world's great capital cities - once I have arrived at them I have found they feel so pedestrian and I remain unfulfilled. I suppose this is not a very esoteric feeling as the reason behind this has already been pointed out by authors such as Ralph Waldo Emerson: "If I could put my hand on the north star, would it be as beautiful? The sea is lovely, but when we bathe in it, the beauty forsakes all the near water. For the imagination and senses cannot be gratified at the same time." 

Still, perhaps, acknowledging this trait will allow the individual to avoid the worst pitfall of this fault. The perfect example of what becomes of those who let this trait go unchecked is Dr Faustus as recounted by Christopher Marlowe. Even after having become a proficient medical doctor, Faustus of Wittenberg still thought he could do more: "Yet art thou still but Faustus and a man. Coudst thou make men to live eternally, Or being dead, raise them to life again, Then this profession were to be esteemed." 

While Dr Faustus of Wittenberg, and his ignominious end, is an extreme example, I still hope my point is made that I worry that all the things I aim to achieve will not mean anything to me once I have achieved them. Which, to be fair, is probably a good problem to have than perhaps being in a situation where you have no hope of attaining these ends at all. 

In Mons, Belgium
As things stand right now, all the things I thought (a few years ago) would say "I have arrived!" seem to me to be just another part of the daily grind - routine, mundane even. To have a one on one conversation with the Commander of NATO, and voice to him my reservations on Operation Unified Protector in Libya while it was in progress, would have been a highlight worth writing home about a few years ago. To travel to Brussels and be driven to NATO Military HQ for a full day of briefings on NATO's modus operandi would also have been the apogee of my dedication to studying global strategic issues. A few more years previously still, to catch a flight - any flight, anywhere - would have been the holy grail as even catching a bus was rare in my junior years in rural Zimbabwe.

Admiral James G. Stavridis, Supreme Allied Commander Europe (NATO SACEUR), Commander, United States European Command (USEUCOM).

Arriving at S.H.A.P.E, Mons. the Headquarters of all NATO Forces. 
The pedantic among you may observe that, globalisation has made all these things more accessible anyway as flights have become cheap, social media means you can converse with anyone, even the President of the United States or, for that matter, the Queen (Beyonce). I agree with you on these points and, further, it is also my argument that should one become President twenty years from now, one will not help but wonder whether it is not because all the great men - Robert Mugabe, Nelson Mandela, Julius Nyerere, Kwame Nkrumah - have gone and one is only slightly better than the current mediocre stock in existence. It is also the same with getting a university degree these days, there are so so many tools that can help you - Youtube, Google Search, Wikipedia - that you cannot help but wonder whether if it is not only because it is now infinitely easy that you managed to get your degree.

My transport from Mons Train Station to NATO HQ.
Having said all this, however, the one thing I cannot dismiss is the value of the knowledge I now have, compared to what I had before I - case in point - visited NATO HQ. This point must also be valid in other things in that, even though the novelty of the experience you thought would define you may wear off once you have experienced it, what you may learn thus will stay with you. Which is perhaps what that remarkable fellow - Heraclitus - meant when he said: "No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man." 

The excellent team that briefed me in Mons on how NATO works while I was conducting my researches on the conditions that will allow militaries of the SADC Region to become interoperable.
Post Script:

Admiral James G Stavridis, Supreme Allied Commander Europe (SACEUR), Commander USEUCOM, briefing President Barack Obama at the Lisbon Summit.

Admiral James G. Stavridis, who has encouraged me to achieve the highest possible educational qualifications in the field despite the fact that I differ with him on world views as his allegiance is to the United States while mine is to the Republic of Zimbabwe.
Photo Essay:


Royal Dutch at LHR.

Boarding my first (and hopefully last) Fokker 70 aircraft. London Heathrow to Amsterdam. 

Just when you thought it was safe to get back into the water. A picture at Amsterdam Schipol Airport (AMS).

Amsterdam Schipol (AMS)

My very brief stopover at Amsterdam Schipol en route to Brussels National Airport.

Boarding the KLM Embraer E170 Jet for the Amsterdam to Brussels leg.

Everything shutdown on arrival at Brussels National Airport after midnight. No delays.

My hotel near Sainte Catherine, Brussels.

De Brouckere Metro Station near my hotel.

Beekant Metro Station on my way to the Atomium.

The Atomium, Brussels.

The Atomium, Brussels.

The Atomium viewed from Heysel.

The Atomium, Brussels.

The Atomium, Brussels.

The view from inside the Atomium.

The view finder

Inside the Atomium.

Inside the Atomium.

Inside the Atomium.

Learning about architecture inside the Atomium.

Learning about architecture inside the Atomium.

Learning about architecture inside the Atomium.

Transiting from one atom to the other.

Transiting from one atom to the other.

The atoms viewed from inside another atom.

The back or the front of the Atomium, who knows?!

The Atomium, viewed from a distance.

The area surrounding the Atomium.


The area surrounding the Atomium

Night falls on Brussels after my first day.
Night falls on Brussels after my first day



Finding my way during the night

Upmarket Brussels at night

I would refuse to be seen dead in this alleged car

I would refuse to be seen dead in this alleged car.

When morning came. Travelling from Brussels to Mons.

Arrival at Mons.

My transport from Mons Train Station to NATO HQ.

My host for the morning briefing at Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe - SHAPE. 

My host for the whole day at SHAPE.

With the excellent team that oversaw my visit.

End of day.

Travelling from Mons back to Brussels

Central Brussels

Central Brussels.

Central Brussels
Central Brussels



Brussels Central
Brussels National Airport

Brussels National Airport

Brussels National Airport

Taxiing out at Brussels National Airport

Taxiing onto 25R at Brussels National Airport.

Lighter than air ex 25R at Brussels National.
Lighter than air.

Lighter than air over Belgium

Lighter than air over the Netherlands.

To think that just 70 years ago this was a very unsafe airspace due to WWII

Finals onto Amsterdam Schipol Airport

Feather light landing at AMS, thrust reversers engaged.

Blue on blue: a KLM MD 11

Blue on blue: a KLM MD 11.
Push back at Amsterdam Schipol Airport for the AMS - LHR leg.



Taxiing out at Amsterdam Schipol in a Royal Dutch Boeing 737 - 700.
A British Airways Airbus A320 taking off for London Heathrow, call sign - Speedbird.


Lighter than air ex Amsterdam Schipol Airport.

Lighter than air over the United Kingdom.

Circling over London while waiting for our landing berth at London Heathrow.