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A long time must-read on my buck-it list, Metamorphoses would have been extremely hard going, and probably I would have turned back before getting even halfway, were it not for this highly enjoyable and current, 2005 verse translation by Charles Martin.
The text is a massive synthesis, a compendium of mythology, lineage, tropes, and a detailed omnibus of the whole Greco-Roman epic soap opera. Turns out Greek mythology doesn't quite sum up as "Zeus can't keep it in his pants" after all, but close enough. There is a prevalent unifying theme of metamorphoses which keeps the whole shaggy haystack hanging together. Also, a lot of it gets schematic and repetitive: inadvertantly, heroes, gods and other creatures get into the same sort of feuds and jealousies, violence and rape abound, and the mighty fall right and left. Many are transformed into birds, flowers or wellsprings in the process, accounting for a lot of antique geograpy and wildlife.
Ovid single-handedly delivers some of the most epically tedious cast and location listings, and virtually all of the romance-intrigue, comicbook-superhero and notably, horror scenes, which are today more familiar from screenplays than antique lit. What a guy! I can even bring myself to overlook his shameless sucking-up to sponsor and patron Emperor Augustus at the end: there must have been strings attached. He rightly boasts, "My work is finished now: no wrath of Jove, nor sword nor fire nor futurity is capable of laying waste to it."
Overall, an accessible classic masterpiece.
The text is a massive synthesis, a compendium of mythology, lineage, tropes, and a detailed omnibus of the whole Greco-Roman epic soap opera. Turns out Greek mythology doesn't quite sum up as "Zeus can't keep it in his pants" after all, but close enough. There is a prevalent unifying theme of metamorphoses which keeps the whole shaggy haystack hanging together. Also, a lot of it gets schematic and repetitive: inadvertantly, heroes, gods and other creatures get into the same sort of feuds and jealousies, violence and rape abound, and the mighty fall right and left. Many are transformed into birds, flowers or wellsprings in the process, accounting for a lot of antique geograpy and wildlife.
Ovid single-handedly delivers some of the most epically tedious cast and location listings, and virtually all of the romance-intrigue, comicbook-superhero and notably, horror scenes, which are today more familiar from screenplays than antique lit. What a guy! I can even bring myself to overlook his shameless sucking-up to sponsor and patron Emperor Augustus at the end: there must have been strings attached. He rightly boasts, "My work is finished now: no wrath of Jove, nor sword nor fire nor futurity is capable of laying waste to it."
Overall, an accessible classic masterpiece.