I think increasingly we want to read the history that wasn't written by the victors.
Happy the people whose annals are blank in history-books.
See Cesare Beccaria related quotes for a slightly later version.
So when I read this story, it unlocked a volcano of unanswered questions, because the questions had never been asked. It was an opportunity to come to terms with the lot of repressed history - and history of repression.
As you go down the rabbit hole of reading into our history, you realize that there are so many things that history books didn't teach us about ourselves.
Literature is a fragment of a fragment. Of all that ever happened, or has been said, but a fraction has been written; and of this but little is extant.
The most common characteristic of women's history is to be lost and discovered, lost again and rediscovered, lost once more and re-rediscovered - a process of tragic waste and terrible silences that will continue until women's stories are a full and equal part of the human story.
We lose stories every day because they drift out of use and into the vast limbo of in-copyright, out-of-print books whose ownership is unclear.
The common people have no history: persecuted by the present, they cannot think of preserving the memory of the past.
History's written from what can be found; what isn't saved is lost, sunken and rotted, eaten by earth.
Some novelists want to give people in history a voice because they have been denied it in the past.