Introduction
I should have seen it coming. After a decade of tireless study in both the sciences and the humanities, thousands of dollars in student loans, two master's degrees, hundreds of hours of grading papers and working with students of my own, and a series of rigorous proficiency exams—designed more than anything else to scare me into knowing as much as I could about everything that had happened over two thousand years ago—I sat in the only suit I could afford, awaiting the verdict on my dissertation exam. The five professors who made up my committee had grilled me for more than two hours, without a single compliment or even a hint of encouragement. They seemed to be preoccupied with just one particular chapter of my 250-page thesis. I shouldn't have been surprised; my paper's larger topic, the use of medicinal drugs in the Roman Republic, was accepted, but what they disliked was the chapter in which I wrote about the Roman penchant for recreational drugs and the prevalent use of psychotropics by just about everyone in antiquity, farmers and aristocrats alike.
When the committee called me into the room, nobody was smiling, not even my advisor. They detained me for another hour or so and then left the room, one by one. Not a single member of the committee gave me the traditional "congratulations, doctor" handshake or wished me luck on a bright academic future. When everyone but my advisor had exited the room, I humbly asked her if I had passed. It was at that point in my life that I first discovered the fine line between intellectual compromise and total capitulation.
The choice was simple. Take out the chapter on the ancient world's recreational drug use, and any references to narcotics in the rest of the dissertation, or fail the exam. I had seen the evidence for myself, and I knew my conclusions were sound. But it seemed obvious that the committee just didn't like the implications of a drug-friendly Western society. After all, the most vocal member of my committee, the head of the department, had refuted my conclusion that the Romans used recreational drugs with the seemingly nonacademic response, "They just wouldn't do such a thing." After years of research, the best that academia had to offer was an anachronistic presupposition: We think drugs are bad, so why wouldn't they?
I felt as if I hadn't gotten my day in court; I was being forced to bury the truth in order to fulfill some sort of moralistic agenda. I knew the founders of Western civilization used recreational drugs, and I had plenty of examples to prove it, but nobody wanted to hear that. So I did the only thing I could; I tucked my scholarly tail between my legs and deleted the sections in my dissertation on narcotics, stimulants, and psychedelics. This pleased the members of my committee, especially those most adamantly opposed to the thought that the greatest minds of antiquity might have indulged in drugs. Within two or three days they had all signed my degree warrant, and presto, I became a Ph.D.
Several months later I decided that the facts I had learned as a grad student were too important to remain hidden by overly conservative academics. After continuing my research into drugs in antiquity, I decided to take my case to the public; I wanted to present the facts to anyone interested, to put as much evidence on display as possible, and to let everyone outside of academia reach the conclusions for themselves. During my tenure as a doctoral student, I had found an excellent book on the history of opium published by Thomas Dunne, publisher of his own imprint at St. Martin's Press. I wrote up a proposal and fired it off. A few months later, I found that I would indeed have my day in court.
In writing The Chemical Muse, I wanted to show that recreational drugs were an integral aspect of the same societies that gave us valuable concepts like democracy and the scientific method. I wanted the modern West to see that its founding fathers were drug users, plain and simple; they grew the stuff, they sold the stuff, and, most important, they used the stuff. The modern antidrug campaign is not a democratic movement at all; the ancient world didn't have a Nancy Reagan, it didn't wage a billion-dollar drug war, it didn't imprison people who used drugs, and it didn't embrace sobriety as a virtue. It indulged...and from this world in which drugs were a universally accepted part of life sprang art, literature, science, and philosophy.
In order to understand the demand for narcotics and the prevalence of psychotropic drugs in antiquity, it's important also to understand the harsh reality of life several thousand years in the past. The first chapter of this book is all about the risks, injuries, and disappointments that dominated life in ancient Greece and Rome and offers some examples of the great minds produced in this ancient crucible. Plagues, natural disasters, poor sanitation, and wars kept pressure on the biological struggle for survival. Life was truly difficult, and the likelihood of your making it to your seventh, eighth, or ninth decades was dramatically lower than it is today. The ancient world didn't worry about heart attacks, strokes, or diabetes. Their killers were the elements of their harsh environment, not poor diet and lack of exercise. Yet despite such harsh circumstances, Classical civilization gave birth to ideas that would guide the cultural development of at least three continents for almost two thousand years after its decline.
As a result of rampant disease and endless variations of physical suffering, the ancient world turned to drugs for the treatment of specific ailments and many forms of pain relief. Ancient medicine, championed by such figures as Hippocrates and Galen, relied heavily on botanicals in the treatment of disease. Ancient medical texts, many of which have never been translated from the original Greek and Latin, are full of descriptions of potions, salves, ointments, purgatives, plasters, and all sorts of other complex medications. It's safe to say that when the Greeks and Romans got sick, they inevitably turned to drugs, as described in this book's second chapter. Antiquity's drug knowledge was the result of hundreds—if not thousands—of years of trial and, no doubt, error with local plants and vegetation. Like other cultures, the Greeks and Romans found out that some botanical species could treat wounds, some could ease pain, others could even prevent pregnancy... and they used them without reservation.
The Greeks and Romans understood that plants could be used as curatives, but they also discovered that drugs could drive you out of your senses. They had experience with a number of plants and fungi—things like opium poppies, ergot, mushrooms, and belladonna—that contained strong, mind-altering chemicals. The third chapter of this book examines the most prevalent recreational plants and the potent narcotic and psychotropic drugs they contained. The Classical world, with its great philosophers, tragedians, and statesmen, was well aware of the euphoria, sedation, and temporary psychosis of certain substances derived from plants and animals.
The fourth and fifth chapters of this book begin a cursory investigation of some of the most prominent effects of recreational drug use on the development of ancient culture. In these chapters I look at the peculiar narco-mythology of the Greeks and Romans and the very real existence of drug-wielding sorcerers in antiquity. Stories of mythic witches tell us much about the practices of actual sorcerers and soothsayers. After looking at the impact of drugs on the myths we all know, I turn to ancient magicians, a real group of people who were notorious for their command of powerful drugs. Ancient authors immortalized these wonder workers, just as they did the famous warriors, philosophers, and statesmen of their era. Many of the magic workers found in Classical literature were nothing like our modern concept of the witch, a term we see through the filter of the Middle Ages. Ancient sorcerers didn't wear black hats and ride on broomsticks; they prepared and administered drugs, thereby miraculously "transforming" their victims or willing participants. In fact, ancient sorcerers were much more like the drug dealers of today than the devil-conjuring crones of post-Classical literature.
In chapter 6 I examine the subject of "inspiration," as it applies to writing, and highlight several ancient authors who used the image of drugs and drug users to create their own peculiar genre of drug-inspired literature. These authors not only spoke of psychotropics, but actively appealed to drug-using audiences who could fully appreciate the image of intoxication. I use the works of three storytelling artists, namely, Homer, Virgil, and Ovid, to show that the Classical world's greatest writers clearly accepted recreational drugs as a foundational element of their culture. While nobody in a drug-friendly society like that found in antiquity would feel pressure or have reason to publicly admit to their own use of mind-altering chemicals, these three individuals betray a knowledge of drugs that can only have come from firsthand use.
Chapters 7 and 8 address the effects that drug use had had on the philosophy of Western society and the democratic form of governance the ancient world produced. Here, I look at the development of early Greek philosophy under the influence of psychotropic and narcotic substances. In chapter 7 I try to answer some of the more important questions presented by an awareness of the ubiquity of mind-altering substances in Greece and Rome. For example, how did drug use affect the development of Greek ideas about humanity's place in the universe? In chapter 8 I look at the fruit of the drug-influenced psyche... which is none other than democracy itself.
In the conclusion, I tackle the question "What does all this mean?" So the Greeks and Romans used recreational drugs! What implications can we find for our modern world? History presents us with myriads of upright, important, brilliant, vibrant people who made positive contributions to the development of the world around us while using drugs. In reading this book, you may come to the conclusion that the West would not have survived without these so-called junkies and drug dealers; and you, as a beneficiary of the Renaissance and the Enlightenment, would not be an heir to the freedom for which the Western world has been known for centuries.
Information contained in The Chemical Muse will not make me popular. Recreational drug use is an aspect of our history that has been dutifully covered up and effectively ignored for the past fifteen hundred years. It may cast a shadow on the great statesmen, poets, and philosophers that we have held up as paragons of virtue over the centuries, and it may make us think twice about some of our modern assumptions about the ancient world, but it is a story that needs to be told. I do not regret opening Pandora's box. If that's what The Chemical Muse achieves, I will have managed to regain a bit of my idealism and courage from my years as a graduate student.
Finally, I would be remiss in my duty to the work at hand if I failed to mention briefly a strange incident that took place immediately before the doctoral examination that sparked this entire project. As I waited nervously in my office, trying to anticipate the barrage of questions that would come my way, a kindly-looking, gray-bearded man appeared at my door and asked if I could answer a question. Taken by surprise, I replied that I was just about to go to the most important exam of my career but that I would be glad to indulge him for a few minutes. Completely unaffected by the quiet urgency of my situation, the old man asked me a question I will never forget. With a pleasant but slightly disturbing smile he said, "Why do you think the gods killed Actaeon?"
Actaeon was a hunter in Greek myth who stumbled upon the goddess Artemis while she was bathing. Incensed, she turned him into a stag, whereupon his own hunting dogs devoured him.
In response to his question, I flippantly said, "Well, I guess the gods don't like Peeping Toms." Without pausing to acknowledge the absurdity and sarcasm of my response, the strange fellow proceeded with his own answer. He said, "I think it's all about the violation of the sacred. You see, the gods killed Actaeon because he saw too much. And that's what happens when you go beyond the limits of your fellow mortals." With that he wished me good luck and walked away. I didn't think twice about our little conversation, but ran headlong in to my fateful meeting.
At the time, I must admit, I thought this gentleman must have been a bit of a kook. After experiencing the disaster of my dissertation examination I can't help but feel a bit like a man devoured by his own allies... like someone punished by the gods for seeing too much. In a way, the old man let me know what was about to happen to me, and thus left me with a key to understanding my own fate. For that, I humbly thank him.
Excerpted from The Chemical Muse by D. C. A. Hillman, Ph.D.
Copyright © 2008 by D. C. A. Hillman, Ph.D.
Published in 2008 by Thomas Dunne Books, St. Martin's Press
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