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Does anyone have an audiobook recommendation for this one? I feel like it’s only proper to have it told orally.
“Zeus set an evil lot upon us all,
to make us topics of a singer’s tale
for people in the future still unborn.”
…
The warriors met, bronze breastplates close together.
Hides clashed, spears struck, and human wills collided.
Shield bosses smashed together and created
great rattling clangs and cracks and thunderous noise.
Despair and triumph swelled among the killers
and those they killed. The earth ran red with blood.
…
“A man who fights his hardest in the war
gets just the same as one who stays behind.
Cowards and heroes have the same reward.
Do everything or nothing—death still comes.”
…
“Who are you? Where do you come from?
And do you dare to challenge me in battle?
When sons encounter me, their parents weep.”
…
“The gods have called me to my death.”
The dying human beings interest me.
I like to watch from here. The rest of you,
go there, among the Trojans and the Greeks,
and help whichever side you each prefer.
The rape and abduction of an elite woman in peacetime, like the removal of Helen from her husband’s house in Sparta, is a terrible violation of social norms, because it threatens the male homeowner’s control over his own household, including its wealth, its social power, and the subordinate household members. Paris has done something not only ethically questionable, but also extremely imprudent. But in wartime, there are bad consequences for those who kidnap women only when a god’s desires or honor are violated—as with Chryseis, whose priestly father has a special relationship to Apollo.
The horrors of war for women and children were well-known to ancient storytellers and audiences, who would have included women and children. These horrors are implicit in The Iliad. But mortal women’s experiences are not as central in this epic as they were in other ancient Greek poetry, such as wedding songs, songs of lament, and, later, Athenian tragedy.
And you, my child, will either come with me,
and do humiliating work, enslaved
to some harsh overlord, or else a Greek
will grab your arm and hurl you from the wall—
a dreadful death—in anger because Hector
had killed perhaps his brother, son, or father.
But you, Achilles,
you have become impossible! I hope
the kind of anger you are fostering
never takes hold of me—you monstrous hero!
How can a person in the future learn
anything good from you, if you refuse
to save the Greeks from this catastrophe?
You have no pity. Peleus the horseman
was not your father, Thetis, not your mother.
Gray sea and soaring rocks gave birth to you,
and so you have an unrelenting heart.
If only conflict were eliminated
from gods and human beings! I wish anger
did not exist. Even the wisest people
are roused to rage, which trickles into you
sweeter than honey, and inside your body
it swells like smoke.
Great father Zeus, will any mortals bother
to tell their plans and schemes to deathless gods
in any place across the boundless world?
Do you not see?
“You can go later on that journey, Hera,
but now let us enjoy some time in bed.
Let us make love. Such strong desire has never
suffused my senses or subdued my heart
for any goddess or for any woman
as I feel now for you. Not even when
I lusted for the wife of Ixion,
and got her pregnant with Pirithous,
a councillor as wise as any god.
Not even when I wanted Danae,
the daughter of Acrisius, a woman
with pretty ankles, and I got her pregnant
with Perseus, the best of warriors.
Not even when I lusted for the famous
Europa, child of Phoenix, and I fathered
Minos on her, and godlike Rhadamanthus.
Not even when I wanted Semele,
or when in Thebes I lusted for Alcmene,
who birthed heroic Heracles, my son—
and Semele gave birth to Dionysus,
the joy of mortals. And not even when
I lusted for the goddess, Queen Demeter,
who has such beautiful, well-braided hair—
not even when I wanted famous Leto,
not even when I wanted you yourself—
I never wanted anyone before
as much I want you right now. Such sweet
desire for you has taken hold of me.”
But what if one of the immortal gods
witnesses us up there in bed together,
and goes away and tells the other gods?