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A Rubbish Heap Is More Honest Than a Palace

About 12 minutes

A king has a stone carved. It says he was beloved by his people, that he defeated a great enemy, and that the harvests were rich in his time.

You can read every word of it. Should you believe any of it?

Somebody meant you to read that

The stone was expensive. Someone chose the wording, someone approved it, and someone stood over the carver while it was cut. It was set up where people would pass it.

That does not make it a lie. Plenty of monuments say true things.

It does mean the stone is a claim, and claims have to be treated like claims. A king who lost a battle does not usually pay a stonemason to say so. What you are certainly learning is what the king wanted people to think, which is a real and interesting fact — just not the same fact as what happened.

Nobody meant you to read this

Now go round the back of the same building to the place where the kitchens threw things out.

Nobody arranged that heap. Nobody chose what went into it or in what order. Nobody was thinking about you at all. It was, to everyone who made it, the least important thing on the site.

And that is exactly what makes it trustworthy. A rubbish heap has no opinion about how it should be remembered.

Archaeologists call one a midden, and given the choice between a palace floor swept clean for centuries and the tip behind it, plenty of them would take the tip.

What a heap keeps

A midden holds the things a household could not be bothered to keep.

None of it was chosen. All of it is evidence.

Every one of these survives from the same town. Put each into the group it belongs to. The question is not whether it is true, but whether somebody was arranging it for an audience.

  • A stone slab listing the ruler's victories
  • Sheep bones split open for the marrow
  • A painted tomb showing a full harvest
  • Burnt grain raked out of a bread oven
  • A coin stamped with the ruler's face and title
  • A cracked cooking pot mended twice, then thrown out
  • A child's shoe dropped down a well

The left-hand group is not worthless. It is the best evidence there is for what people wanted believed. The right-hand group is the check on it.

Deeper is older, if nobody has dug

A heap grows from the bottom. Today's rubbish lands on yesterday's, which is already lying on last year's. So the deeper you go, the older the layer.

That gives you order for free. Even with no dates at all, you know that whatever is in the bottom layer was thrown away before whatever is in the top one.

It only holds if the ground has been left alone. Somebody digging a post-hole, or a drain, or a grave, will punch straight through the layers and drop new things into old ones. So the first job on a dig is not lifting finds — it is working out which layers are undisturbed and which have been cut through.

A cut face through a rubbish heap, with things left in the layers A slice through the ground, seen from the side, as if a trench has been dug and one wall of it is facing you. Four gently wavy lines run across from left to right, one under another. They are the boundaries between layers of buried rubbish, each layer thrown away later than the one beneath it. Sitting in the layers are four small objects, well apart from one another: a curved piece of a broken pot near the top, a small flat oval like a shell, a triangle like a corner of broken tile, and lower down another curve. On the left a dashed upright rail carries four short ticks, one level with each layer, the way an excavator marks depth. Nothing here was arranged. Everything was dropped.
The face of a trench through a heap. Four layers, four moments, and objects lying where they were dropped. Reading a section is mostly reading the boundaries between layers rather than the things inside them.

The birthday party

At Vindolanda, a Roman fort near the northern edge of Britain, the ground is waterlogged. Water keeps air out, and without air the things that normally rot wood and leather and paper cannot do their work.

So Vindolanda's rubbish kept something almost nothing else has kept: writing. Thin slivers of wood, written on in ink and thrown away, have come out of those layers in their hundreds. Orders for supplies. A grumble about the state of the roads. A list of who was off sick.

And an invitation, written about 1,900 years ago, from one officer's wife to another, asking her to come to a birthday party.

Nobody carved that in stone. Nobody expected it to last the week. It survived precisely because it was thrown away in a wet place, and it tells you something no monument in the empire tells you: that ordinary people were there, and what they said to each other when nothing important was at stake.

Why does a heap of kitchen rubbish often make better evidence than a carved monument?

You need both

None of this means the monument should be thrown away.

Read on its own, a stone that claims a great victory tells you what a ruler wanted believed. Read next to a rubbish heap from the same years, it starts telling you much more. If the heap shows good food, imported pottery and healthy animals, the boast has something behind it. If the same years show thin cattle, less grain and mended pots kept far too long, the stone is still evidence — of a ruler who needed people to believe something that was not so.

The trick is not picking the honest source over the dishonest one. It is knowing which is which, and never letting the loud one answer on its own.