Back, a bit dazed

[heliopausa]

It's been a full-on few weeks, including (as was always on the cards) a funeral.  I feel like such an idiot to need to learn again and again (I am so sick of this) about the finality of death and what living in time means.  Time is change and things not being the same.  Yes, of course.  Everybody knows that.

Well.  Well, so back to Dreamwidth.  What can I write about?  Books and video/television viewing?  Okay...

My reading took a huge dive - I abandoned both the books I was properly, attentively, reading, and will have to start them all over again. Mostly, I just read scraps of things picked up from what was around.  Two such things were:
Sallust, Jugurtha and The Cataline Conspiracy, as translated for a Penguin Classic, I think - it was an oldish paperback, anyway.  I read them because I was pleased to be learning even one name of an African king, even if he was a ratbag (according to Sallust), and also because I vaguely wondered if looking at pre-Caesar Roman evolutions might give me some ideas of how to look at how things are changing politically, now.  But mainly just because the book was to hand.
I also read great chunks of the Iliad, in an online translation by Ian Johnston of Vancouver Island University, in order to argue (amiably) with someone about whether Paris was a coward etc.  (I would be delighted to discuss such stuff while it's fresh in my mind, if anyone's interested.)

I've watched three oldish British television renderings of PD James novels featuring the detective Adam Dalgliesh.  The first one I saw was about the residents of a stately old abbey, stuffed with priceless art, facing the prospect of its shutting down.  The second one was about the residents of a stately-home-turned-museum, facing the prospect of its shutting down.  The third one was about the residents of a stately home, facing the prospect of... but I gave up on that one before we'd even got to the second murder, because I thought I was getting the drift.

I watched - now this is good! - parts of several episodes of an Australian six-part mystery, called Seven Types of Ambiguity - yes, of course the title's a steal, and that's not something I like, in general, but the Empson book is part of the plot, sort of.  The acting and the writing is mostly very, very good, and the cinematography as well.  I had to leave and so have missed the closing episodes, but what I saw was very good indeed, good enough to have conversations with strangers about.  (What?  I'm not sure if that's a sane measure of anything.)

Comments

[heliopausa]

Oh, that's unfair! They gave him the job of picking the most beautiful because he had previously in some contest or other given a decision against himself, against his own interests, because it was the just decision. I do agree that a wilier hero (Odysseus?) would have found a less dangerous way forward, but Paris was bound by who he was. (I'll ignore the bribes, and I hope he did, too!)

Yes, agreed it's made trouble for him, but what's an honest (but simple) man to do, when he's asked such a question?

And every hero except Odysseus suffers from having a god for him or against him, pretty much. If you're going to die from some god's vindictiveness, you might as well do it as an honest man.

The matter of whether a bow is a low-grade weapon is maybe too complicated for me to go sensibly into it - the idea is that it's cowardly to shoot from afar, not hand-to-hand, and the fact that the Greeks' best archer is a bastard (ie his parents are not married) is held to support the idea that a truly dignified warrior wouldn't stoop to using a bow.

Paris is without doubt a slight person, physically, next to the major warriors (Hector, Ajax, Achilles) - and there's enough said about his looks to be certain that he's being presented as a pretty boy, not a beefy warrior type - but as he himself says the beauty was a gift from the gods, and who can refuse their gifts? - and by implication - so is Odysseus' wiliness, and Achilles' fighting prowess and everyone's particular gifts. Here's Paris speaking in response to Hector's accusation that he's not "manly", just before he proposes (it's his own idea!) a single combat with Menelaus):

"Hector, you’re right in what you say against me.
Those complaints of yours are not unjustified.
Your heart is tireless, like a wood-chopping axe
wielded by a craftsman cutting timber for a ship.
The axe makes his force stronger. Your mind’s like that—
the spirit in your chest is fearless. But don’t blame me
for golden Aphrodite’s lovely gifts.
Men can’t reject fine presents from the gods,
those gifts they personally bestow on us,
though no man would take them of his own free will."

[asakiyume]

That's a good point about Paris just acting according to his nature, and reading your remarks makes me feel better about that nature--I had forgotten what you said about their choosing him as a judge for his honestness: I think I did him an injustice in my earlier comment!

So I think I'd say it's not a case of "You reap what you sow/You get what you deserve," said in a vindictive voice, but rather that our natures make trouble for us, and at some level we're helpless in that regard. (Some things we can change, but not our entire nature.)

I definitely think that the Iliad has its cultural preferences for hero types, and I definitely *don't* like some of those types--like Achilles, for instance. And I think you're right (if I'm understanding what you're saying correctly) that the narrative itself is biased against Paris in a way that's unfair to Paris--and yet still manages to portray his strengths well enough that, coming from a very different time and culture, we can appreciate him. (Especially if we have friends who stick up for us and get us to think!)

[heliopausa]

I'm not sure if I think it's the narrative that's biased against Paris - maybe more the commentators? e.g. wikipedia says "Homer's Iliad casts Paris as unskilled and cowardly."

He is certainly portrayed as not a warrior by nature. Paris doesn't much like war. The anti-Paris, Menelaus, by contrast is repeatedly called "war-loving" - but I don't think it's intended as a positive attribute.

I don't think the narrative likes war, and doesn't like those who push for war (as opposed to those who honorably respond when called to defend - i.e. Hector). Book 4 characterises war as "hateful war" - when the gods stir up the reluctant armies to fight:
"With them came Terror, Fear, and tireless Strife,
sister and companion of man-destroying Ares—
at first small in stature, she later grows enormous,
head reaching heaven, as she strides across the earth.
Strife went through crowds of soldiers, casting hatred
on both sides equally, multiplying human miseries."

And though it's brilliant about the excitement of seeing great battle-hosts move and clash, still the most powerful, lasting, mood of the poem (isn't it?) is grief for loss - first of Patroclus, then, devastatingly, of Hector.

(I don't like Achilles either. I do like Hector, though, and Patroclus.)

[asakiyume]

I do like Hector too; my only recollection of a strong feeling about a character was that I liked Hector.

My memories of the Iliad do get very much confused with other tellings/interpretations, not least from Greek tragedies, but extending up more or less to the present. Lloyd Alexander had a book, The Arkadians, that retold various Greek myths and also elements of the Iliad/Odyssey in a very antiwar way.

That quote is excellent.