Inspired by the ultimate traveller Odysseus and a few lines of Tennyson which encapsulate the adventuresome Greeks indomitable spirit, Jazz Age american adventurer Halliburton sets off in the footsteps of Homer's hero, to "Sail beyond the sunset...till I die...To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."
He begins, thrillingly, with an ascent to the very top of mount Olympus where his small company of companion Roderic and a plucky eleven year old shepherd boy become amongst the first people to reach the summit where they get caught in -what else!- a thunder and lightning storm.
Thereafter he visits Delphi and conjures up some oracular verse through the help of an English poet and an inebriated Roderic; trespasses on the Acropolis after closing time and witnesses the full majesty of the Parthenon in the moonlight; and attempts to run the very same (nineteen, not twenty six mile) inaugural Marathon that Pheidippides ran in 490BC to inform the anxious Athenians that the Persians had been defeated.
He just about manages that with the aid of a few breaks, an injection of some vile wine and a taxi-cab taking him over a third of the way. As if that wasn't enough he then, like Leander and Lord Byron, swims the Hellespont.
Not satisfied with his mythic accomplishments so far, Halliburton next traverses three times around the walls of Troy as Achilles had done with the slain body of Hector in his wake, and as Alexander had done in homage to the hero he claimed to be descended from.
And all this before he even begins the true Odyssey!
By this stage I was already enraptured with the journey and greatly impressed with the author, a true romantic spirit, in love with all the ennobling things of life and with the courage and dash to chase after his dreams and fancies, even into the unknown.
His tone is light and whimsical, yet his passion for poetry and travel is ardent, as is his wish to educate his reader about one of the great works of literature, which he does comprehensibly yet unobtrusively.
As Halliburton begins the Odyssey proper, Roderic is called away but he finds a more than appropriate companion in Leon, a German ski-instructor, violinist and fellow adventurer, who accompanies him on the first legs of Odysseus's circuitous way home, firstly to Jerba in Tunisia, the supposed land of the lotus eaters, then on to the cave of Polyphemus the Cyclops in Sicily.
With the musical German he visits the island of Circe where they are entranced by a sweet singing peasant girl whom they lodge with and compete for her affection, so that 'just as the goddess made pigs out of the Greeks, her black-eyed descendent and disciple, Rosa, made monkeys out of Leon and me'. Leon, truly enamored, leaves Halliburton and returns to her!
As you come to expect from a narrator so full of mischief and fun, new companions are swiftly discovered, and Halliburton braves the rock of the Sirens and the waters between Scylla and Charybdis in the company of an impish english girl with whom he finds real romance.
He then recruits a sexagenarian Calypso with which to play out one of his last stops before reaching Ithaca itself, the home of Odysseus and the final scene of the epic journey.
I knew plenty about The Odyssey before reading The Glorious Adventure, but nothing about Richard Halliburton. What a guy!
A disciple of Byron and Rupert Brooke, both of whom he pays respects to during his Greek jaunt, Halliburton dedicated his life to hunting out the places of legend and literature that fired his imagination as a child, then plunging himself into all manor of daring escapades in homage and emulation of his heroes.
Romantic and reckless, risking life and limb in the name of art and experience at every turn in an age when tourism was still substantially an unregulated leap into the unknown, he did eventually pay the ultimate price for a ticket, that of his own life, perishing in an attempt to sail from Hong Kong to San Francisco.
No modern day travel writer could ever have the opportunity to do what he did the way he did it again, while few could have the savoir faire.
A thrilling journey in the company of an incomparable guide.