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Peter Brown
Confessions
by Augustine, translated from the Latin by Sarah Ruden
Modern Library, 484 pp., $28.00
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Saint Augustine of Hippo; painting by El Greco, 1590
1The Golden Ass, translated by Sarah Ruden (Yale University Press, 2012), reviewed in these pages
by G.W. Bowersock, December 20, 2012.
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and the death of his mother, Monnica, at Ostia, in late 387. Only these
books, accounting for slightly more than half of the text, deal with
Augustines past life. After thatfor a further 206 pages in Rudens
translationthe great work floats triumphantly out to sea, ever further
away from modern expectations of an autobiography.
In books ten and eleven, we are treated to minute self-examination
and to spells of philosophical heavy lifting on the nature of memory and
time. In the last two books, Augustine plunges into the shadowy, magical
forest of the Hebrew Scriptures to meditate on what Moses had really
meant when he described the six days of Creation.
2Kyle Harper, Slavery in the Late Roman World, AD 275425 (Cambridge University Press, 2011)
and From Shame to Sin: The Christian Transformation of Sexual Morality in Late Antiquity (Harvard
University Press, 2013); see my review of the latter in these pages, December 19, 2013, and Brent
D. Shaw, The Family in Late Antiquity: The Experience of Augustine, Past & Present, Vol. 115, No.
1 (May 1987).
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For God can change His mood. Like any other free person, He can
show a different side. The Confessions is about the marvelous emergence
of new sides of God as Augustine himself changes in his relation to God,
over the years, from slave to repentant son to lover. Ruden may have to
defend her retranslation of the name of God from Lord to Master.
But her approach is a thoughtful one. It is governed by a determination
to present Augustines relations with his God as endowed with the full
emotional weight of a confrontation between two real persons. She takes
no shortcuts. Small departures from conventional translations show her
constant effort to capture an unexpected dimension of tenderness (very
different from that of the slave owner) in Gods relation to Augustine and
in Augustines to God.
To take small examples: Ruden does not have Augustine embrace
Jesus as if He were a proposition. He takes Him in his arms. When
Augustine looks back at his first mystical awakening, he cries: Sero te
amavi: Late have I loved you! It is a famous cry. But it is a little grand.
You and I would say: I took too long to fall in love. And thisthe less
dramatic but more human turn of phraseis what Ruden opts for.
Repeated small acts of attention to the humble, human roots of
Augustines imagery of his relations to God enable Ruden to convey a
living sense of the Being before Whom we find him transfixed in prayer:
Silent, long-suffering and with so much mercy in your heart.
A reviewer may add some touches to this picture. After the rude shock
of meeting God as a slave master, some attention might also have been
given, in Rudens introduction, to Augustines images of the tenderness
of God. I think particularly of the image of the doctor and the eye salve.
In the ancient world, the doctor was not the icy professional that he or
she has become in the modern imagination. Unlike the surgeon, with his
dreaded bag of knives, the doctor entered the house as a figure of magical,
tender care. In a world with nothing like modern anesthesia, the doctor
stood for the one principle of gentle change made available to bodies all
too often held rigid on the rack of pain. His skilled words brought
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comfort, if only to the mind. His skilled hands played across the body,
untying, where possible, the knots of pain. His drugs always carried with
them reassuring traces of occult energies culled from herbs, which
worked slowly and silently to bring the pain-wracked body back to its
natural state.
As for the eye salve: the bitter mixture known as collyrium was
known to everyone. Eye diseases (glaucoma and conjunctivitis) were
everywhere in the dusty landscapes of the Mediterranean. The dangers
to the eye of infected water were exponentially increased in every Roman
city by the splendor of their public baths. Even in the bracing atmosphere
of Hadrians Wall, 12 percent of the Roman garrison of Vindolanda (near
Housesteads Roman Fort in Northumberland) were out of action, with
eye infections predominating.
Hence the supreme skill with which Augustine uses medical
terminology in books six and seven of the Confessions to describe the last,
almost subliminal stages of his conversion. Here the crack of the whip is
silent. Nor does truth dawn suddenly for him in the garish, broken-light
manner of conventional conversion narratives. Instead, we enter the
gentle half-light of a Roman sickroom, as God, the supremely tender
doctor, tiptoes in to place his hand, at last, on Augustines heart:
Ruden also might have explained even more fully the carefully
constructed sense of vertigo induced by the direct encounter of two
totally incommensurable beingsa storm-tossed human and an eternal
God. She presents this supreme incongruity almost as an occasion for
merriment. In describing Augustines intellectual fireworks, she stresses
the element of free-floating, almost childlike intellectual play beneath the
eyes of God. Here was a Being so different from us that even the most
serious intellectual endeavor on our part was vaguely ludicrous.
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But Augustine also uses this sense of vertigo in a different way. He
has a deadly gift for miniaturizing sin. There are no large sins in the
Confessions. Those that he examines most closely are tiny sins. He spends
a large part of book two (nine entire pages) examining his motives for
robbing a pear tree. Modern readers chafe. Rum thing, wrote Justice
Oliver Wendell Holmes to Harold Laski in 1921, to see a man making a
mountain out of robbing a pear tree in his teens.
But Holmes was wrong to be impatient. Only by winnowing every
motive that played into that obscure act of small-town vandalism was
Augustine able to isolate the very smallest, the most toxic concentrate of
allthe chilling possibility that he had acted gratuitously, simply to show
that he (like God, and then like Adam) could do whatever he wished. The
publishers were right to put on the jacket of this book, which contains a
succession of sins, each reduced to chillingly minute proportions, the
image of a half-eaten pear.
The publishers would have found it much harder to illustrate the
middle-aged Augustines notion of sex. By the time the bishop
approached his sexual temptations as he wrote book ten of the Confessions
in 397, they had thinned out for him so as to seem next to transparent. He
had abandoned sex for a decade. Sexual scenes appeared only in his
dreams. But they were there. They still spoke of forces in him that were
all the more enduring for being next to imperceptible.
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Angelico: The Conversion of Saint Augustine (detail), circa 1430s
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moralists and Christian preachers had tended to deploy an aversion
therapy based upon rhetorical exaggeration. They pulled out all the
stops to denounce the shimmer of ornament, the drunken roar of the
circus, the rippling bodies of dancers and wrestlers, the sight of beautiful
women, and the languid seduction of perfumes. With Augustine, all this
falls silent. The effect of the baleful glare of material beauty becomes no
more than noting in himself a touch of sadness when he was deprived for
too long of the African sun: The queen of colors herself, this ordinary
light, saturates everything we seeand sweet-talks me with the myriad
ways she falls on things.
Even the noisiest, the most colossal place of all, and the place of
greatest crueltythe Roman amphitheaterseems to shrink drastically.
Augustine knew only too well what a gladiatorial show was like. He
described his friend Alypius in Rome guzzl[ing]cruelty as he
watched the gladiatorial games. But had the cruel urge to watch gone
away? No. No longer does Augustine follow the venationes, the matador-
like combats of skilled huntsmen armed with pikes and nets against lithe
and savage beasts that had replaced gladiatorial shows all over Africa:
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sweetness, and if this is made whole in me, it will be something
this life cant ever be.
Once when I was with some of those who had been freed from
their wretched captivity by our church, I asked a young girl
how she had come to be sold to the slave dealer. She said she
had been taken from her parents homeshe said that it was
done in the presence of her parents and brothers. One of her
brotherswas present [while Augustine spoke to the girl]
and, because she was little [and may well have known no
Latin: the hinterland of Hippo was still Punic-speaking],he
revealed to us how it had been done. He said that thugs like
these break in at night. The more they are able to disguise
themselves, the less likely the victims are to resist: since they
think they are a barbarian band. But if there were not traders
such as these [back on the docks of Hippo] things like this
would not happen.
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