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  DEDICATION

  EPIGRAPH

  The mental features discoursed of as the analytical are, in themselves, but little susceptible of analysis. We appreciate them only in their effects. We know of them, among other things, that they are always to their possessor, when inordinately possessed, a source of the liveliest enjoyment. As the strong man exults in his physical ability, delighting in such exercises as call his muscles into action, so glories the analyst in that moral activity which disentangles. . . . He is fond of enigmas, of conundrums, of hieroglyphics; exhibiting in his solutions of each a degree of acumen which appears to the ordinary apprehension praeternatural. His results, brought about by the very soul and essence of method, have, in truth, the whole air of intuition.

  —EDGAR ALLAN POE,

  “THE MURDERS IN THE RUE MORGUE,” 1841

  CONTENTS

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  List of Illustrations

  Introduction

  Prologue Buried Treasure

  BOOK ONE

  THE DIGGER

  Chapter 1 The Record-Keepers

  Chapter 2 The Vanished Key

  Chapter 3 Love Among the Ruins

  BOOK TWO

  THE DETECTIVE

  Chapter 4 American Champollion

  Chapter 5 A Delightful Problem

  Chapter 6 Splitting the Baby

  Chapter 7 The Matrix

  Chapter 8 “Hurry Up and Decipher the Thing!”

  BOOK THREE

  THE ARCHITECT

  Chapter 9 The Hollow Boy

  Chapter 10 A leap of faith

  Chapter 11 “I Know It, I Know It”

  Chapter 12 Solution, Dissolution

  Epilogue Mr. X and Mr. Y

  Appendix: The Signs of Linear B

  References

  Notes

  Acknowledgments

  Index

  About the Author

  Also by Margalit Fox

  Credits

  Copyright

  About the Publisher

  LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

  Map of the Bronze Age Aegean.

  Linear B tablets from Knossos.

  Arthur Evans at Knossos, 1901.

  Three linear signs.

  Cretan hieroglyphic engravings.

  The “Man” tablet from Knossos.

  Two Linear A tablets.

  Three-thousand-year-old scribal doodles.

  A “tablet” with primitive symbols.

  A curious sculpture.

  Detail of a Rongorongo tablet from Easter Island.

  The Cherokee syllabary.

  Boustrophedon writing.

  Map of Crete.

  Linear B tablets counting sheep, goats, cattle, and swine.

  Youlbury.

  The “Horse” fragment, concealing a crucial clue.

  Alice Kober, 1946.

  A page from Kober’s decipherment notebook.

  Kober’s cigarette-carton files, with her handmade “index” cards.

  Six “Chariot” tablets.

  Map of the Greek mainland.

  Michael Ventris’s remarkable handwriting.

  John Myres’s nightmarish handwriting.

  The “Man” tablet.

  Michael Ventris, 1953.

  Ventris’s first grid.

  The syllabic signs of Linear B.

  The Cypriot syllabary.

  The “Horse” fragment, deciphered.

  Ventris’s third grid.

  The “Tripod” tablet.

  INTRODUCTION

  THIS IS THE TRUE STORY of one of the most mesmerizing riddles in Western history and, in particular, of the unsung American woman who would very likely have solved it had she only lived a little longer. It is the account of the half-century-long attempt to decipher an unknown script from the Aegean Bronze Age, whose bare-bones name, Linear B, belies both its bewitching beauty and its inexorable pull.

  I first encountered the tale of Linear B more than thirty years ago, as a moony adolescent, and it has lost none of its mystery or narrative power since. At its center was a set of tablets, buried for almost three thousand years and first unearthed only at the dawn of the twentieth century. Dating from the second millennium B.C., the tablets were inscribed with a set of prehistoric symbols like no writing ever seen. Despite the efforts of investigators around the globe, no one could discover what language they recorded, much less what the curious inscriptions said.

  The decipherment of Linear B came to be considered one of the most formidable puzzles of all time, and for five decades, some of the world’s most distinguished scholars attempted without success to crack the code. Then, in 1952, the tablets were deciphered seemingly in a single stroke—not by a scholar but by an impassioned amateur, an English architect named Michael Ventris. Young, dashing, and brilliant, Ventris had a long obsession with the tablets, a prodigy’s gift for languages, and, as I would later learn, a sorrowful history. His life, to my teenage self, was the stuff of high romance. Still more romantic was the fact that his great triumph culminated in tragedy: In 1956, just four years after solving the riddle, Ventris died at the age of thirty-four, under circumstances that remain the subject of speculation even now.

  But as captivating as it was, the story I knew—the only story anyone knew—was incomplete. A major actor in the drama was missing: an American woman named Alice Elizabeth Kober. Working quietly and meticulously from her home in Brooklyn, Kober was by the mid-twentieth century the world’s leading expert on Linear B. Though largely forgotten today, she came within a hair’s breadth of deciphering the script before her own untimely death in 1950.

  Alice Kober’s story is presented here in full for the first time. As her published papers and private correspondence make plain, it was she who built the foundation on which Ventris’s successful decipherment stood, and it is clear that without her work Linear B would never have been deciphered when it was, if at all. In recent years, Kober’s role in the decipherment has been likened to that of Rosalind Franklin, the English scientist now considered the unsung heroine of one of the most signal intellectual feats of the modern age, the mapping of the molecular structure of DNA by Francis Crick and James Watson.

  What makes Kober’s achievement especially striking is that she did her groundbreaking work entirely by hand—sitting night after night at her dining table with little more than paper and ink—without the aid of “IBM machines,” as she dismissively called them. Yet for several reasons, not least among them that history is nearly always written by the victors, her contribution to the unraveling of Linear B has remained almost completely absent from the historical record.

  Until now, only two slender histories of the decipherment have been published, The Decipherment of Linear B (Cambridge University Press, 1958), by John Chadwick, and The Man Who Deciphered Linear B: The Story of Michael Ventris (Thames & Hudson, 2002), by Andrew Robinson. Both of these lovely books are known primarily in Britain, and both—Chadwick’s especially—devote comparatively little space to Kober. They could hardly have done otherwise: Kober’s private writings, including her decade-long correspondence with other Linear B scholars, as well as her own painstaking analysis of the script, thousands of pages of documents in all, became available only recently. As a result, thanks to the newly opened archive of her papers at the University of Texas, this book can offer the first complete account of the decipherment. It is not meant to supplant either Chadwick’s book or Robinson’s, to both of which I am deeply indebted. Rather, it is meant to complement them, fleshing out the little-known American contribution to this captivating international puzzle.

  “I DON’T LIKE the
idea of getting paid” for scholarly writing, Kober said in 1948. “If I wanted to make money writing, I’d write detective stories.” That, as it turns out, is precisely what she was writing: Read today, her work is a forensic playbook for archaeological decipherment. The Riddle of the Labyrinth, which centers on the cryptanalytic process involved in unraveling an unknown script, is a paleographic procedural, following the work of Kober and others step by step as they solve a riddle that had defied solution for more than half a century.

  This book is also an amplification—even a refutation—of the few, brief biographical sketches of Kober that have appeared in published accounts of the decipherment over the years. Because the writers had none of her personal correspondence on which to draw, they were obliged to conjure Kober whole from her few, rigorous published articles. As a result, these sketches inevitably leave the reader with the impression of a stern, humorless woman who had little passion for anything outside the serious enterprise of deciphering Linear B.

  “In the words of Ventris written after the decipherment, her approach was ‘prim but necessary,’” Andrew Robinson has written in Lost Languages: The Enigma of the World’s Undeciphered Scripts, published in 2002. “To go further would require a mind like his that combined her perseverance, logic and method, with a willingness to take intellectual risks.”

  Kober was indeed cautious and methodical, but she was also, as her hundreds of letters amply attest, funny, self-deprecating, charming, and intensely concerned about practically everything. She moved through her short life with a quiet, burning ardor—for teaching, for learning, for the just treatment of her fellow human beings—that belied her prim exterior and seemed born of what she evocatively called “a feeling for the fitness of things.” Her correspondence also makes clear that she did allow herself to entertain, privately, some intellectually risky approaches to the riddle of Linear B. Some of these, arrived at independently by Ventris after Kober’s death, would bring about its solution.

  The scholarly field on which Kober did battle in the 1930s and ’40s was very much a man’s world, and it is understandable, if now unpalatable, that her male contemporaries so often characterized her in terms of maidenish qualities. That at least some twenty-first-century writers continue to accept this appraisal is far less understandable, and far less palatable.

  In focusing primarily on Kober’s story, I in no way intend to diminish the stunning achievement of Ventris, or of Arthur Evans, the English archaeologist who uncovered the tablets. It is simply that other writers have already recounted their work in some detail; these sources can be found in the References. Kober’s role in the decipherment, so vital yet so long overlooked, is the logical narrative armature on which to build this book. I have chosen to quote extensively from her letters in the chapters devoted to her life, for it is through them, even more than through her masterful published writings, that she truly reveals herself.

  All this said, The Riddle of the Labyrinth also discharges a debt to Ventris. In my daytime life, I have the great privilege of working as an obituary news writer at the New York Times, where I am paid to write the narrative histories of extraordinary people who have done extraordinary things. In September 1956, after Ventris died, obituaries appeared in newspapers throughout Europe. But for unknown reasons, most American papers, including the Times, overlooked the news of his death entirely. It can happen. Receiving timely news from abroad was a less reliable proposition then, and obituaries were less valuable journalistic properties. Assuming that word of the death reached the Times’s newsroom at all, it would have taken little more than one bleary-eyed night editor who had heard neither of Ventris nor of Linear B for the obituary to have been consigned to the spike. As a result, Ventris’s achievement is far less well known to American readers than it might be. And so, to rectify the omission six decades belatedly—and to uphold the honor of my profession—here, too, is his story.

  What is more, the process by which Ventris cracked the code has remained something of a black box all these years. As his biographer Andrew Robinson has astutely written: “There is no thread like Ariadne’s running through the Linear B decipherment labyrinth. Even Ventris himself was unable to produce a coherent narrative of his method.” By examining the architecture of the sturdy methodological bridge that Kober built, The Riddle of the Labyrinth is able to illuminate the steps Ventris took in his triumphant crossing.

  If the course of the decipherment were charted on paper, the Kober and Ventris narratives would form two sides of an equilateral triangle, Kober’s side slanting upward to the apex, and Ventris’s, in mirror image, slanting downward from the apex to close the figure. But there is a third side—the base—and it represents the third actor in the drama, the charismatic Victorian archaeologist Arthur Evans, who unearthed the tablets in 1900.

  More than any other investigators, it is these three, Evans, Kober, and Ventris—the digger, the detective, and the architect—who animate the decipherment, and it is to each of them in turn that this book’s three major sections are devoted. And so it is with Evans, the foundation, that our story begins.

  THE BRONZE AGE AEGEAN

  Map by Jonathan Corum

  PROLOGUE

  BURIED TREASURE

  Knossos, Crete, 1900

  THE TABLET, WHEN IT EMERGED from the ground, was in nearly perfect condition. A long, narrow rectangle of earthen clay, it tapered toward the ends, resembling a palm leaf in shape. One end was broken: That was not surprising, after three thousand years. But the rest of the tablet was intact, and on it, inscribed numbers were plainly visible. Alongside the numbers was a series of bewildering symbols, which looked like none ever seen.

  In the coming weeks, workmen would lift from the earth dozens more tablets, some fractured beyond repair, others completely undamaged. All were incised with the same curious symbols, including these:

  The tablets were what Arthur Evans had come to Crete to find. It had taken him only a week to locate the first one, but his discovery would forever change the face of ancient history.

  ON MARCH 23, 1900, Evans, a few carefully chosen assistants, and thirty local workmen had broken ground at Knossos, in the wild countryside of northern Crete near present-day Heraklion. There, not far from the sea, on a knoll bright with anemones and iris, Evans had vowed years earlier that he would dig.

  He was rewarded almost immediately. Even before the first week was out, his workmen’s spades turned up fragments of painted plaster frescoes in still-vivid hues, depicting scenes of people, plants, and animals. Digging deeper, they found pieces of enormous clay storage jars that reassembled would stand tall as a man. Still farther down, they encountered rows of huge gypsum blocks, the walls of a vast prehistoric building.

  Evans had come upon the ruins of a sophisticated Bronze Age civilization, previously unknown, that had flowered on Crete from about 1850 to 1450 B.C. Predating the Greek Classical Age by a thousand years, it was the oldest European civilization ever discovered.

  At forty-eight, Arthur Evans was already one of the foremost archaeologists in Britain. His discovery at Knossos, which the newspapers swiftly relayed around the globe, would make him among the most celebrated in the world. For the sprawling building beneath the knoll, he soon concluded, was none other than the palace of Minos, the legendary ruler of Crete, who crops up centuries later in Homer’s epic poems, the Iliad and the Odyssey.

  As Classical Greek myth told it afterward, King Minos had presided over a powerful maritime empire centered at Knossos. He held court in a huge palace resplendent with golden treasures and magnificent works of art, oversaw a thriving economy, and controlled the Aegean after making its waters safe from piracy. He was said to have installed an immense mechanical man, known as Talos and made of bronze, to patrol the Cretan shore and hurl rocks at approaching enemy ships.

  It was for Minos, legend held, that the architect Daedalus had built the Cretan labyrinth, which housed at its center the fearsome Minotaur—half-man, half-bull. And
it was Minos’s daughter, Ariadne, with her ball of red thread, who helped her lover, Theseus, escape from the labyrinth, where he had been sent to be sacrificed. As Evans’s prolonged excavation would reveal, the palace at Knossos spanned hundreds of rooms linked by a network of twisting passages. Surely, he would write, this vast complex was the historic basis of the enduring myth of the labyrinth.

  Unseen for nearly three thousand years, the Knossos palace was hailed as one of the most spectacular archaeological finds of all time, “such a find,” Evans wrote, “as one could not hope for in a lifetime or in many lifetimes.” In his first season alone, he uncovered an exquisite marble fountain shaped like the head of a lioness, with eyes of enamel; carvings of ivory and crystal; ornate stone friezes; and, still more impressive, a carved alabaster throne, the oldest in Europe.

  But these treasures paled beside what Evans found on the excavation’s eighth day. On March 30, a workman’s spade dislodged the first clay tablet. On April 5, a whole cache of tablets, many in perfect condition, was found in a single room of the palace.

  The tablets, when Evans unearthed them, were Europe’s earliest written records. Inscribed with a stylus when the clay was still wet, they dated to about 1450 B.C., nearly seven centuries before the advent of the Greek alphabet. The characters they contained—outline drawings in the shape of human figures, swords, chariots, and horses’ heads, among other tiny pictograms—resembled the symbols of no known alphabet, ancient or modern.

  Linear B tablets from Knossos

  John Chadwick, The Mycenaean World; reprinted with the permission of Cambridge University Press

  Evans named the ancient writing Linear Script Class B—Linear B, for short. (He also turned up evidence of a somewhat older Cretan script, likewise based on outline drawings, which he called Linear Script Class A.) By the end of his first season’s dig, he had unearthed more than a thousand tablets written in Linear B.