I was fascinated by the Greek pantheon when I was in school but was never able to get too excited about the epics such as the Odyssey or the Iliad. I laughed when I read how the author thought he had read the Odyssey and lived his life by principles he thought he remembered from the Odyssey but actually did not ever read it. I loved the curious and questing spirit that inspired him to try to retrace Odysseus’s footsteps. That sort of love for the world, for learning, for travel, for growing as a person is amazing, and uncommon in our cynical and world weary time. It should be celebrated and feted and win awards and be read by everyone. In my version of a perfect world, at least.
The book is a fantastic balance between a travelogue, history lesson, and literary critique. Huler is aware of the holiness of places and being in the moment, but also was very honest about how he was personally on a pilgrimage or quest to look at his life and the principles he believed in and see where they fit with his new life as a father, and that honesty is so appealing and cool. As he travelled, he was able to evaluate his interpretations of the story and see them in a new light, with lessons to share. It is said that there are a few stories that seem inherently human, that is, found in many cultures separated by the planet, with similar themes and ideas and lessons. So as foolish as the hero often seems, the events of the story teach us about the human condition, and what honor and loyalty and faith and courage are. If I were to try to read the Odyssey (not sure if again is the right word, since I am not sure I read it either), I could see it in a whole new way and learn something from it. It is said to be a quintessential middle aged man’s tale, but I take exception to that, because women also wander, have quests, adventure, find wells of courage, and sometimes have to be told to stop to ask for directions or help. I related to this story and I am not middle aged nor male, so there is a universality to both the epic and the book.
“Extended travel reminds you that you are an animal. You spend a lot of time outdoors, sniffing the air, redolent of sage or salt; you watch the sun arc throughout the day, the moon grow full, then slight; you feel the predominant local wind kick up at dusk or dawn. Your bad gets heavy, your muscles tired. Forgetting to fill your belly before restaurants close for the afternoon can cause despondence…You get blisters, windburn, mysterious stomach ailments. That is, you exist physically, all day long, in ways that during most of you everyday life you never notice.” I am ready to pack my bag, I want to do this again... Much of my travel has been in the U.S. but it is still true that I would have more physical and landscape awareness that ever before. On a climb to a sleeping volcano the author remembers a theory of Aristotle’s where he stated wind originates from the inside of the planet, and the vented steamy fumaroles in the mist seem to make the previously scoffed at theory more real and concrete. I love that imagery. I read a dry but interesting account of the first European’s “discovery” of Yellowstone National Park and the idea of being the first to see something, or experience something is a feeling I have felt or thought of as a spiritual exercise that brings awe and reverence to many times in my life. It explains so much of the ancient’s theories and explanations of the natural world.
This last quote has almost nothing to do with the book, or the Odyssey, but it is really interesting take on the difference between the sexes.
“All of the wars, all of the journeys, all of the roaring and the bellowing and the blood-all of this is what men do because we can’t have babies. At birth, you are in the presence, literally, of life and death, of the thin line between them. Your accomplishments vanish in comparison to what you see as your wife endure as she labors, risks all for the prize against which none compare. I think all the massive enterprises men undertake, we do simply to try to make ourselves feel a part of something.”