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The Xanthippe Fragments tells the story of a woman faced with her husband’s imminent execution by the State. The year is 399 BCE, the woman Xanthippe, wife of Socrates. Cast into fragments, the narrative spans roughly thirty days between Socrates’ trial and death. Each day Xanthippe visits the shrine of Aphrodite on the Acropolis to receive succor and to leave a token of her affection. She then repairs home to care for her house and children, often chatting with her friend and neighbor Myrto. In the evening she takes a dish of greens to Socrates in prison. Or so the poet, Becky Gibson, imagines. What if Xanthippe were no shrew as her detractors insist but rather a devoted spouse, robust and intelligent, herself something of a talker – a woman who speaks her mind? The Xanthippe of these pages goes about her daily routine as she must, perhaps out of duty, out of habit, out of the need to fend off despair. The Xanthippe Fragments is a love story, a quiet book in the voice of a woman who teaches herself how to survive.
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The Xanthippe Fragments tells the story of a woman faced with her husband’s imminent execution by the State. The year is 399 BCE, the woman Xanthippe, wife of Socrates. Cast into fragments, the narrative spans roughly thirty days between Socrates’ trial and death. Each day Xanthippe visits the shrine of Aphrodite on the Acropolis to receive succor and to leave a token of her affection. She then repairs home to care for her house and children, often chatting with her friend and neighbor Myrto. In the evening she takes a dish of greens to Socrates in prison. Or so the poet, Becky Gibson, imagines. What if Xanthippe were no shrew as her detractors insist but rather a devoted spouse, robust and intelligent, herself something of a talker – a woman who speaks her mind? The Xanthippe of these pages goes about her daily routine as she must, perhaps out of duty, out of habit, out of the need to fend off despair. The Xanthippe Fragments is a love story, a quiet book in the voice of a woman who teaches herself how to survive.