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First published January 1, 2009
“Priam and Achilles meet in the very twilight of their lives. Their extinction is certain and there will be no reward for behaving well, and yet, in the face of implacable fate and an indifferent universe, they mutually assert the highest ideals of their humanity.”And this, dear friends, is how we know man is not merely a greedy sod out to “win” what they cannot ever truly win, for time erases glory made of gold. I really enjoyed this very worthwhile accompaniment to the great Iliad. Thank you, Caroline Alexander and Viking Press for this truly interesting and inspiring work of scholarship.

King is an entertainment. King is a diversion. But when you try to take him as a guide to life, he won’t work. The circles he draws on the deep are weak and irresolute. And this is so in part because King, for all his supposedly shocking scare tactics, is a sentimental writer. In his universe, the children…are good, right, just, and true…. Just about all adults who are not in some manner childlike are corrupt, depraved, lying, and self-seeking. This can be a pleasant fantasy for young people and childish adults…. But bring this way of seeing the world out into experience and you’ll pretty quickly pay for it. Your relation to large quadrants of experience…will likely be paranoid and fated to fail. (Why Read, pp. 133-34)
I hate his gifts. I hold him light as a strip of a splinter….
…For not
worth the value of my life are all the possessions they fable were won for Ilion, that strong-founded citadel, in the old days when there was peace, before the coming of the sons of the Achaeans….
Of possessions
cattle and fat sheep are things to be had for the lifting, and the tripods can be won, and the tawny high heads of horses, but a man’s life cannot come back again, it cannot be lifted nor captured again by force, once it has crossed the teeth’s barrier. For my mother Thetis the goddess of the silver feet tells me I carry two sorts of destiny toward the day of my death. Either, if I stay here and fight beside the city of the Trojans, my return home is gone, but my glory shall be everlasting; but if I return home to the beloved land of my fathers, the excellence of my glory is gone, but there will be a long life left for me, and my end in death will not come to me quickly. And this would be my counsel to others also, to sail back home again, since no longer shall you find any term set on the sheer city of Ilion, since Zeus of the wide brows has strongly held his own hand over it, and its people are made bold.
Do you go back therefore to the great men of the Achaeans, and take them this message, since such is the privilege of the princes:
that they think out in their minds some other scheme that is better, which might rescue their ships, and the people of the Achaeans who man the hollow ships, since this plan will not work for them which they thought of by reason of my anger. Let Phoinix remain here with us and sleep here, so that tomorrow he may come with us in our ships to the beloved land of our fathers, if he will; but I will never use force to hold him.
So he spoke, and all of them stayed stricken to silence in amazement at his words. (pp. 97-8)
It is not right for you, their leader, to lead in sorrow the sons of the Achaeans. My good fools, poor abuses, you women, not men, of Achaea, let us go back home in our ships, and leave this man here by himself in Troy to mull his prizes of honour that he may find out whether or not we others are helping him. And now he has dishonoured Achilles, a man much better than he is. He has taken his prize by force and keeps her. (p. 34)
So the glorious son of Priam addressed him, speaking in supplication, but heard in turn the voice without pity: Poor fool, no longer speak to me of ransom, nor argue it. In the time before Patroklos came to the day of his destiny than it was the way of my heart’s choice to be sparing of the Trojans, and many I took alive and disposed of them. Now there is not one who can escape death, if the gods send him against my hands in front of Ilion, not one of all the Trojans and beyond others the children of Priam. So, friend, you die also. (pp. 167-68)
I just went crazy. I pulled him out into the paddy and carved him up with my knife. When I was done with him, he looked like a rag doll that a dog had been playing with…. I lost all my mercy. I felt a drastic change after that…. I couldn’t do enough damage…. For every one that I killed I felt better. Made some of the hurt went [sic] away. Every time you lost a friend it seemed like a part of you was gone. Get one of them to compensate what they had done to me. I got very hard, cold, merciless. I lost all my mercy. (p. 169)
by Jonathan Shay"Man, supposing you and I, escaping this battle,That's powerful stuff, and this is a very powerful book that Caroline Alexander has written. She's right too. This book is about "...what the Iliad is about; this book is about what the Iliad says of war."
would be able to live on forever, ageless, immortal,
so neither would I myself go on fighting in the foremost
nor would I urge you into fighting where men win glory.
But now, seeing that the spirits of death stand close about us
in their thousands, no man can turn aside nor escape them,
let us go on and win glory for ourselves, or yield it to others."