Pliny Secundus: Letters

As is sometimes the case, I have something to say about this particular edition of Pliny's Letters before I ever touch the content of them. Rare as it is that I read a book twice, I naturally purchased the cheapest version available online, in this case one from General Books. When it arrived I was horrified by the quality of the editing. This is not to say only that there were typos, a fault of which even Oxford University Press is guilty as well, but that the formatting and indentation made the text entirely unintelligible at points. Never had I seen a text so savagely manhandled at an editor's hand. I naturally looked to the frontispiece to see who was responsible for such sacrilege. My indignation was almost instantly transformed into wonder. I quote in part:

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Now to the meat of the matter. Pliny's epistles are easily divided into two parts. The first consists mostly of commendations to his friends, descriptions of his estates, and political gossip. In his personal letters, Pliny was seemingly obsessed with his eternal fame, and discussed it at length with his friend and peer Tacitus. It must have been a source of deep pain for a man so obsessed with his legacy to have been denied offspring--and a letter to his Grandfather in law describing his beloved wife's miscarriage is indeed heartbreaking. No doubt to a historian, these are precious jewels. To me, they were tedious. No doubt to his friends they were charmingly witty, and the flavor of his wit could be discerned, but posterity could have wished that they be more instructive--or at least epigrammatic.

The second part of his letters is even more grating, and possibly thereby more instructive. In his personal correspondence, Pliny always seemed to be smirking a bit at either his reader or his topic. In the second part of his letters, which consist entirely of letters to and from the Emperor Trajan, Pliny is servile--even mewling--needy and passive-aggressive. If I were Trajan, I would not have been able to stomach reading this nonsense, except of course for the fact that all correspondence to me would probably be of that flavor. Not knowing anything about other official documents of the time, I built a narrative in my mind wherein Pliny was desperate for the approval of Trajan for personal, rather than political reasons. Orphaned early and raised by an Uncle who also died while he was young--under heroic circumstances at the eruption of Pompeii, by the way--Pliny may well have yearned for something of a father figure. The tone of his letters to his wife's grandfather might be seen to bear a trace of this desire.

It seems admissible therefore, from a readerly, though not from a scholarly viewpoint, to wonder if he did not come to think of Trajan in a paternal capacity. We often take such a needy, whiny tone with those whose approval we most desire.