Moonday’s Heroic Hunk: The Naked Celt

Hi, I’m Rita and it’s Moonday and my day to blog. This week’s Heroic Hunk in History is a naked Celt. BUT FIRST, the Sizzlers will feature interviews with participating editors and agents as part of the countdown to our RWA Chapter’s SILKEN SANDS WRITERS’ CONFEENCE at Pensacola Beach, March 19th-21st. Tomorrow, the Sizzlers will interview MEGAN RECORDS with KENSINGTON PUBLISHING.
THEN, Cat Johnson, a multi-nominated, award-winning author of more than a dozen published romances and the voice of All Romance eBooks’ weekly Blog Talk Radio show “What’s Hot in Romance” will blog here on Thursday, Feb 25th.

Now, for the Naked Celt. The Dying Gaul is a marble copy (Roman, 2nd century AD) of part of a 3rd century BC victory monument from Pergamon, Turkey. The original bronze group containing six figures was erected by King Attalus I to commemorate his victory over tribes of Celtic Gauls who had migrated from France and spent the next 50 years or so plundering his realm and exacting tribute. The Gauls eventually settled down, hired out as mercenaries and converted to Christianity (Remember St. Paul’s Epistles to the Galatians?).

     The statue which was discovered in the ruined Garden of Sallust in the 17th century in Rome required extensive restoration. The left leg below the knee was reassembled using a pin which is concealed by the kneecap. The right arm and part of the base was also reconstructed. The spiky hair (The Gauls achieved the look by bleaching it with lime water.) was reworked because the longer locks had broken off.
     Our Gaul wears only a torc, a sign of nobility and high social status—a decoration awarded to warriors for their deeds in battle. (His moustache and clean-shaven face is also an indicator of high status.) His sword has fallen at his side and the battle trumpet lies at his feet. The large (by Greek and Roman standards) Celtic warriors, often went into battle nude to intimidate their enemies and display their own bravery before their gods. Our Gaul’s nudity, however, is not the “heroic nudity” of the Greek hero or semi-divine being. but the “pathetic nudity” the Greek sculptors allowed brave but defeated barbarian enemies. (Editorial comment: There’s nothing pathetic about this guy.) Our mortally-wounded Gaul’s pride and strength show, despite the pain which shadows his features as death approaches. His death—from the sword wound in his right side—will be honorable, however, since in the original sculpture it is at the feet of his chieftain whom we’ll meet next week.
Question: The PC police in previous centuries added fig leaves to Roman and Greek statues for modesty’s sake. What do you think—fig leaves or no fig leaves for future Heroic Hunks pics? HMMMM? Rita THE END

7 Responses

  1. My vote: No figs here.
    I’m thinking this guy would have been quite hot in his day! Probably had all the girls atwitter.

  2. For the sake of gathering empirical evidence to make a rational decision, I ask these questions:

    Did fig leaves grow, literally, on particular anatomical parts of these beautiful people?

    Were leaves some manifestation of genetic joining of flora and the human body?

    NO.THEY WERE NOT! The PC Police need to listen to a country music song that says something about “If you like it, turn it all the way up, rip off the knobs, and bang on the dash!”

    Off with the fig leaves! If worried about public reaction, post a sign reminding them to keep their inhalers handy!

    Oh, and this is one beautiful, beautiful example of manhood. Wonderfu job, Rita!

    • Had to respond to this one. In my research for this blog, I discovered that while fig leaves did not grow on particiular parts, they did appear and disappear mysteriously. Evidently, when the London museums discovered that Queen Victoria and certain other ladies of the period visited, fig leaves (in marble) were attached to certain statues.
      I assume that the leaves would have had to be custom made to fit the particular body part because they needed some close-fitted mechanism to attach and detach the fig leaves. I can’t imagine whose job that would be but I’m sure it must have been an “other duty as assigned.” RVF

      • That is hysterical! I mean, if that was your job, were you called the “figgy”? How do you explain that to your family and friends?
        “Well dear, I’ve been promoted to figgy at last. No more measuring male parts for proper fig leaves. Now I get to hang them!”
        “Oh really, dearest? That sounds marvelous!”


  3. If those buns are anything to go by, he definitely had the lasses all a-flutter.

    No fig leaves!

  4. I’m violently opposed to PC restrictions. The human body is a beautiful creation. All parts, (well maybe not the feet,) are something to be admired. No fig leaves, no draped silks, no tricks with lights. Just enjoy the sight. Oh, and it is enjoyable. pant, pant, pant.

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