By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
First, maybe there's a documentary side to it, the post-war amphitheater equivalent of a TV docudrama. When he has the Persian elders, in chorus, enumerate the names and virtues of their commanders, Aeschylus sounds like a chronicler; when he brings a messenger on to describe the destruction of the fleet at Salamis, as Peter Levi notes in the Pelican History of Greek Literature, "he sounds like an eyewitness." If Aeschylus wasn't there himself to see the fleet crash and burn, as he certainly wasn't in Persepolis to witness the lamentations of Queen Atossa and the self-abasement of her defeated son, Xerxes, we can assume that he did exactly the kind of research the scriptwriter of any docudrama would do. And he got it right enough for his script to have been preserved and celebrated through the centuries, to have one New York production now and another (at the Pearl) on the roster for next fall. With due allowance for his form, no questions have been raised about his historical creds.
But watching the enemy's misery over its defeat is an ambiguous pastime for the period just after a war. This isn't like the post-World War II movies that cropped up about the final goings-on in Hitler's bunker, which was an area of speculation until all the facts and eyewitnesses were sorted out. The Persians react predictably. They're shocked, then upset, then devastated; they plead with the gods for mercy, bewail their defeated state, mourn their dead. Even a Greek naval vet with a "Salamis" oak leaf cluster on his chiton might have found it all familiar stuff. Maybe, as some cynical commentators have suggested, the whole thing is a sneer, a mocking victory celebration: "Watch them haughty Persians whimper and run!" To the Greeks, the Persians were a people of idleness, languor, and unexampled luxury; one can imagine that the original production's costumes, music, diction, movement, were all made as exotic and un-Athenian as possible. Think Hollywood Orientalia. Think it in the context of a post-Civil War Fourth of July picnic, circa 1880, say in Galena, Illinois (Grant's birthplace), with a rousing community sing of "We'll hang Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree." The Hellespont isn't exactly the Mason-Dixon line, but you see what I mean. It's not impossible.
Condescension, though, is as unlikely a motivating factor for a full-scale theatrical event as just-the-facts. What's most likely is that both were mixed with something else. Unlike our contemporary newscasters, so determined to prove that Saddam Hussein's first name is the same as that of a city near Gomorrah, the Greeks, like most premodern cultures, believed that to praise their enemies' strength and prowess, at least in public, was to enhance their own. I suppose you could say that the fairy-tale "weapons of mass destruction" currently appearing and vanishing, like a Méliès effect, in reports from Iraq are our contemporary equivalent of that choric salute to the Persian commanders, the difference being that Aeschylus was probably more accurate. The more valor and destructive power the enemy possesses, the more honor is attached to defeating them. The resplendence of the Persians' woethe height of their fall, the depth of their griefis itself a kind of pro-Greek propaganda.
At the same time, of course, it's a warning, a cautionary tale, as Athenian tragedy always was to some degree. This is what the gods do, even to the most powerful. Use your power more wisely, and maybe they will do it to you a little less. This is a mainstream thought. Aeschylus was a moderate, not a "challenging" or "radical" poet like Euripides, who, during the Peloponnesian War, reacted to the sack of Miletus (the Athenian equivalent of My Lai) by writing The Trojan Women, a scene of conquest in which there is no honor at all, except in the dignity of the lamenting victims, and the Greeks are actively humiliated by Menelaus's forgiveness of that weapon of mass destruction, Helen. That far, Aeschylus was not prepared to go; in his text the warning exists by implication, not by direct accusation or even analogy. It's the reason, most likely, for the play's in-depth presentation of defeat: The more empathy we feel, the more the implication hits home.