For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
Or confiding that the head eventually found shrunken, some thousand odd years later, on display in a provincial museum somewhere. Apparently mistaken as the reliquarial head of a saint, it was preserved in what looked like a huge, gilded, jewelled tea-urn, in a chamber (THALAMUS) somewhere off the transept. The first to be suspicious of its provinance was a Japanese tourist who happened to know something of this sort of thing. His interest piqued, he contacted a local archaeological department, who obliged with a visit, then a series of tests, dating, etc. Anyway, nothing came of it – the tests came back inconclusive, apparently; save for the fact that the head was too old to belong to the particular saint the church believed it to be, so they didn’t want it. So it ended up as a curio in a local museum above a label bearing the enigmatic legend, “The oncehead of a once-saint”. And there it languished till very recently, when some Professor of these things, holidaying in the local area, visiting the museum on one of those dreary, drizzly nondays you get on British holidays, spotted it and, with growing excitement, requested a closer inspection. The expression upon the face of the severed head was, he later relayed to the local, and subsequently, the national newspapers, “the first giveaway: somewhere between impish and surprise – a combination rare on these sort of things.” After a bit of haggling, he managed to convince the director of the museum to allow him to transport the head back to his lab. Which was in Edinburgh. Needless to say, he happily cut his holiday short. After a series of intense tests, examinations and staring, it was finally established – just as the Japanese tourist had suspected – that this was indeed the lost head of the robber found in a sealed stone chamber with only one guarded exit. Or we might agree that that offers any explanation as to how he died. It’s what we call a COLD CASE, no? Probably at the time it caused quite a stir – and in an wholly more sinister fashion than we might think of it now. Being a historical
precedent for a fictional trope. So although Herodotus should be understood with a great scoop of salt, the corrosive processes of history – of histories – have certainly rendered the decapitation of a criminal harmless, ahistorical, truly. A-legal, certainly. Through this fictional prism, I picture some Classical detective pitting his wits against the puzzle of the situation; but when I take it away – that lens – I can see the simple, terrible corpse, sprawled, decapitated on the stone. The missing head simply adding more horror. The story spread like wildfire, of course. Plenty of us lost sleep over it – the guard in particular. It was a far more superstitious time, is what you should remember. Things like this were inevitably read as omens, and almost always of imminent tragedy. Burning the body on a pyre; black smoke rising in a great column – a fetid incense to calm the gods. Ares in particular – but also Hermes, Hades and, of course, the horrible Zeus. [...]
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Or confiding that <strong>the</strong> head eventually found shrunken,<br />
some thousand odd years later, on display in a provincial museum<br />
somewhere. Apparently mistaken as <strong>the</strong> reliquarial head<br />
of a saint, it was preserved in what looked like a huge, gilded,<br />
jewelled tea-urn, in a chamber (THALAMUS) somewhere off<br />
<strong>the</strong> transept. The first to be suspicious of its provinance was a<br />
Japanese tourist who happened to know something of this sort<br />
of thing. His interest piqued, he contacted a local archaeological<br />
department, who obliged with a visit, <strong>the</strong>n a series of tests,<br />
dating, etc. Anyway, nothing came of it – <strong>the</strong> tests came back<br />
inconclusive, apparently; save for <strong>the</strong> fact that <strong>the</strong> head was too<br />
old to belong to <strong>the</strong> particular saint <strong>the</strong> church believed it to be,<br />
so <strong>the</strong>y didn’t want it. So it ended up as a curio in a local museum<br />
above a label bearing <strong>the</strong> enigmatic legend, “The oncehead<br />
of a once-saint”. And <strong>the</strong>re it languished till very recently,<br />
when some Professor of <strong>the</strong>se things, holidaying in <strong>the</strong> local<br />
area, visiting <strong>the</strong> museum on one of those dreary, drizzly nondays<br />
you get on British holidays, spotted it and, with growing<br />
excitement, requested a closer inspection. The expression upon<br />
<strong>the</strong> face of <strong>the</strong> severed head was, he later relayed to <strong>the</strong> local,<br />
and subsequently, <strong>the</strong> national newspapers, “<strong>the</strong> first giveaway:<br />
somewhere between impish and surprise – a combination rare<br />
on <strong>the</strong>se sort of things.” After a bit of haggling, he <strong>man</strong>aged to<br />
convince <strong>the</strong> director of <strong>the</strong> museum to allow him to transport<br />
<strong>the</strong> head back to his lab. Which was in <strong>Ed</strong>inburgh. Needless to<br />
say, he happily cut his holiday short. After a series of intense<br />
tests, examinations and staring, it was finally established – just<br />
as <strong>the</strong> Japanese tourist had suspected – that this was indeed <strong>the</strong><br />
lost head of <strong>the</strong> robber found in a sealed stone chamber with<br />
only one guarded exit.<br />
Or we might agree that that offers any explanation as<br />
to how he died. It’s what we call a COLD CASE, no? Probably<br />
at <strong>the</strong> time it caused quite a stir – and in an wholly more sinister<br />
fashion than we might think of it now. Being a historical