First of all, how cool is it that I'm reading The Odyssey while on vacation in Ithaca, NY? Location location location. And from where I sit, both Hector and Homer are within striking distance.
Second, I don't know why I approached The Odyssey with such dread, as if reading it would be a chore, as if I were a rebellious eighth grader. It took a few pages to get used to the language and syntax, but overall this translation is rather plain spoken and easy to enter. I wonder how one would find Pope's rhymed couplets. In any event, Fitzgerald's version is completely engaging, so much so that I may even race ahead of schedule.
I like knowing the outcome from the very beginning and given the way it's going, have a feeling that this will be a page-turner. Such characters! Athena the "grey-eyed goddess" who can assume so many forms. Without checking I count three: a visitor, Mentor, a sea hawk. Surely I'm leaving something out. She likes a man with good manners and loves Ullyses. And Nestor is rich, with such great lines: "never have I seen the gods help any man / as openly as Athena did your father -- / well, as I say, if she cared for you that way, / there would be those to quit this marriage game." One of my favorite passages is in Book III when Nestor stops Athena and Telemakhos from returning to their ship and says, essentially, "What am I, chopped liver? You think I'm like some pauper who can't put you up for a night?"
So much more. The Dawn spreads out "her finger tips of rose," the sea is always wine-dark (though I love "time to ride home on the sea's broad back"). There's fashion (Athena's "ambrosial, golden" sandals) and much feasting and drinking. They sure love to fire up the grill and feed each other "crisped meat" doused in wine.
On to Books IV-VI.
Yours,
Stacey
My favorite parts, when I read the Odyssey back in the dim mists of time (i.e. 9th grade), were the Cyclops and when Ulysses comes home and his old dog remembers him. Of course I'd like the dog part, right.
Posted by: Laura Orem | July 03, 2011 at 06:54 PM
i was eager to join in, but a damn crow flew by and took off over the wine dark sea with my copy... maybe next summer
Posted by: bill | July 03, 2011 at 09:17 PM
C'mon Bill. Don't blame the crows . . .
Stacey
Posted by: The Best American Poetry | July 04, 2011 at 08:56 AM
well actually they were aided by a male cardinal who could be heard to say as he flew away with my book..."fear also the gods’ anger, lest they, astonished by evil actions, turn against you"....
Posted by: bill | July 04, 2011 at 09:44 AM
A lovely post, and a great reminder that nothing, no other reading pleasure, quite measures up to the joy of reading a masterwork for the first time. DL
Posted by: The Best American Poetry | July 08, 2011 at 02:05 AM