While on holiday in Crete this summer I travelled to Heraklion on a literary pilgrimage, an attempt to get to know the author Nikos Kazantzakis (1883-1957) a bit better, whose work I had been reading in translation for the past 12 months. My 12-year-old daughter and I take the bus from rural Chania province to the Cretan capital Heraklion on a blue-bright Sunday morning. On the highway that hugs the turquoise-tinged coastline we each get a warning on our mobile phones about a minor earthquake in Chania. Nature is, maybe, trying to tell us something? In the Historical Museum of…