Excerpt from The Gladiators, Vol. 2 of 2: A Tale of Rome and Judaea At a signal from the superior priestess, the long, white line stood still, while her lictors seized the horses, and surrounded the chariot. Already a crowd of curious bystanders was gathering, and the glare of the burning Capitol shed its light even here, on their dark, eager faces, contrasting strangely with the veiled figures that occupied the middle of the street, cold and motionless as marble. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
This publication of Abraham Polonsky’s unproduced screenplay for The Gladiators is a tribute to one of Hollywood’s premiere post-WW II directors and writers whose career was severely impacted by the blacklist. His script for The Gladiators survives to remind us that he could, and did, transform a difficult and complex novel of an ancient slave rebellion into a screenplay worthy of Arthur Koestler’s bold fictional vision. Through a combination of the ambivalence of its executive producer and star, plus bad timing, it never went before the cameras. This book is published in the hope that The Gladiators will be produced for cinema or television.
Excerpt from The Gladiators, Vol. 2 of 3: A Tale of Rome and Judaea It was plain they were unaware of his presence, and, indeed, it was at an earlier hour than usual that he had made ready the unguents, perfumes, strigil, and other appliances indispensable to the luxurious ablutions of a Roman patrician. The bath-room was inside the favourite apartment of Placidus, where he was now holding counsel, and could only be entered through the latter, from tch it was separated by a heavy velvet curtain. Esca, surrounded by the materials of the toilet, had been sitting for a longer time than he knew, lost in thought, until aroused by the mention of Mariamne's name. Thus it was that the four others believed the bath-room empty, and their conversation unheard. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
This publication of Abraham Polonskyâ (TM)s unproduced screenplay for The Gladiators is a tribute to one of Hollywoodâ (TM)s premiere post-WW II directors and writers whose career was severely impacted by the blacklist. His script for The Gladiators survives to remind us that he could, and did, transform a difficult and complex novel of an ancient slave rebellion into a screenplay worthy of Arthur Koestlerâ (TM)s bold fictional vision. Through a combination of the ambivalence of its executive producer and star, plus bad timing, it never went before the cameras. This book is published in the hope that The Gladiators will be produced for cinema or television.
House of Nicolaus Book three in the Gladiators Series Since the death of his father, Claudius has descended into debauchery and decadence, leaving Samson and the others feeling very nervous about their future. Gold intends to buy Samson but is sure he will be denied so he embarks on a dangerous mission. Meanwhile his wife increases her demands on him, and insists on having his child; and Marius becomes suspicious of Gold's activities. Will Gold be reunited with the man he loves, or will he lose everything in the attempt? the Next Generation Book four in the Gladiators Series To follow in his father's footsteps, Gold's son will need to defeat Ariston in the arena to become champion...but Ariston might be the love of his life. Nicolaus has lived in the shadow of his father all his life, a father who was the greatest gladiator of them all. His desire is to prove himself in the arena, even though it is against his father's wishes. He also has other desires, forbidden desires for his father's lover, and a love/hate relationship with the slave he must defeat if he is to reign victorious as a gladiator in the arena. Ariston falls in love with Nicolaus the moment he sets eyes on him. A slave all his life, he has never known freedom but he is the unbeatable champion. The fact that Nicolaus can't decide whether to bed him or kill him greatly complicates his life when he becomes the newest addition to Gold's ludi.
Using previously unpublished correspondence and personal journal entries from screenwriter Abraham Polonsky, neglected notices in Variety and other Hollywood trade publications, and a wide range of published sources, this narrative backstory of rival movie productions of The Gladiators vs Spartacus documents that intense competition with greater precision and clarity than any other existing account. The key role that this little-known chapter of Hollywood's blacklist history played, in connection with Dalton Trumbo's successful effort to win screen credit for Spartacus, is now for the first time available to film historians and lay readers. A companion study, Volume 2, is devoted to Abraham Polonsky’s rediscovered screenplay.
Example in this ebook CHAPTER I. The same day, which saw our friends in the country house at Ostia, and the bond of love sealed between Aurelius and Claudia, had been one of infinite agitation and annoyance to the Emperor Domitian. The very first thing in the morning came vexatious tidings from the town and provinces. At the earliest dawn inscriptions had been discovered on several of the fountains, columns and triumphal arches, of which the sting was more or less covertly directed against the Palatium and the person of Caesar. “Enough!” was attached to the base of a portrait bust. “The fruit is ripe!” was legible on the arch of Drusus. In the fourth, eighth and ninth regions the revolutionary question was to be seen in many places: “Where is Brutus?” and at the entrance of the baths of Titus, in blood-red letters, stared the appeal: “Nero is raging; Galba, why dost thou tarry?” Domitian, who had heard all this from his spies, long before the court officials even suspected what had happened, received these courtiers in the very worst of tempers. His levée was not yet ended, when a mounted messenger brought the news, that a centurion had raised the standard of revolt on the Germanic frontier, but that he had been defeated and slain after a short struggle. At noonday the soldiers of the town-guard seized an astrologer, Ascletario by name, who had publicly announced that ruin threatened Caesar. Before the moon should have twelve times rounded—so ran his prophecy—Caesar’s blood would be shed by violence. The immortals were wroth at his reprobate passion for a woman who, by all the laws of gods and men, he had no right to love. At first Domitian laughed. His connection with Julia seemed to him so dull and pointless a weapon for his foe to turn against him, that the stupidity of it astonished him. However, he commanded that the astrologer should be brought before him. “Who paid you?” he enquired with a scowl, when the prisoner was dragged into the room. “No one, my lord!” “You lie.” “My lord, as I hope for the mercy of the gods, I do not lie.” “Then you really assert, that you actually read in the stars the forecast you have uttered?” “Yes, my lord; I have only declared, what my skill has revealed to me.” The superstitious sovereign turned pale. “Well then, wise prophet, you can of course foretell your own end?” “Yes, my lord. Before this day is ended, I shall be torn to pieces by dogs.” Domitian looked scornfully round on the circle of men. “I fancy,” he said, “that I can upset the prophetic science of this worthy man. Carry him off at once to execution, and take care that his body is burnt before sundown.” The astrologer bowed his head in sullen resignation. He was led away to the field on the Esquiline, and immediately beheaded before an immense concourse; within an hour Domitian was informed that all was over. At this news his temper and spirit improved a little. He congratulated himself on the prompt decision, which had so signally proved the falsehood of the prophecy. At dinner he carried on an eager conversation with Latinus, the actor who, among other farcical parts, filled the role of news-monger. “You are later than usual to-day,” said Caesar graciously. “What detained you?” To be continue in this ebook
