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"Adam Nicolson writes popular books as popular books used to be, a breeze rather than a scholarly sweat, but humanely erudite, elegantly written, passionately felt…and his excitement is contagious."--James Wood, The New Yorker

Adam Nicolson sees the Iliad and the Odyssey as the foundation myths of Greek--and our--consciousness, collapsing the passage of 4,000 years and making the distant past of the Mediterranean world as immediate to us as the...

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"Adam Nicolson writes popular books as popular books used to be, a breeze rather than a scholarly sweat, but humanely erudite, elegantly written, passionately felt…and his excitement is contagious."--James Wood, The New Yorker

Adam Nicolson sees the Iliad and the Odyssey as the foundation myths of Greek--and our--consciousness, collapsing the passage of 4,000 years and making the distant past of the Mediterranean world as immediate to us as the events of our own time.

Why Homer Matters is a magical journey of discovery across wide stretches of the past, sewn together by the poems themselves and their metaphors of life and trouble. Homer's poems occupy, as Adam Nicolson writes "a third space" in the way we relate to the past: not as memory, which lasts no more than three generations, nor as the objective accounts of history, but as epic, invented after memory but before history, poetry which aims "to bind the wounds that time inflicts."

The Homeric poems are among the oldest stories we have, drawing on deep roots in the Eurasian steppes beyond the Black Sea?, but emerging at a time around 2000 B.C. when the people who would become the Greeks came south and both clashed and fused with the more sophisticated inhabitants of the Eastern Mediterranean.
The poems, which ask the eternal questions about the individual and the community, honor and service, love and war, tell us how we became who we are.

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Editorial Reviews


"Erudite, far-ranging in time and space, and provocative...This rich and adventurous book is Nicolson's own odyssey, a wide-eyed ramble around the ancient world and through the centuries...Nicolson's enthusiasm [is] enriching and his examination of the character of the two epics acute and fascinating."—Allan Massie, author of The Royal Stuarts: A History of the Family That Shaped Britain.

Library Journal
Nicolson (God's Secretaries) interprets Achilles, the most powerful warrior in Homer's Iliad, as descending from ancient horse-mounted nomads on the Eurasian Steppes and representative of individualism, the rejection of authority and materialism, and antiurbanism—aspects all embodied by his nemesis Agamemnon. This is a highly dubious reading as Achilles is perceived in Greek mythology to be a quintessential hero, and his rejection of Agamemnon is a rejection solely of the man. Achilles is often seen as the best; a vital and necessary influence for the Hellenes to triumph at Troy. If Nicolson's claim that Achilles is an outsider is correct, then the rebuke from his fellow heroes would be stronger. Yet they intuitively understand his stance and are sympathetic, never considering Achilles as anything less than the best of them. Nevertheless, Nicolson's argument is intriguing and the author's love of and engagement with Homer is contagious. This interpretation will leave readers wanting to put the book down and revisit the epics. VERDICT There is much to be said about an author who can reignite passion and debate in works that are nearly three millennia old, as such, recommended for Homer enthusiasts interested in a contentious interpretation. [See Prepub Alert, 5/12/14.]—Evan M. Anderson, Kirkendall P.L., Ankeny, IA
The New York Times Book Review - Bryan Doerries
The world needs more Adam Nicolsons, unabashedly passionate evangelists for the power of ancient poetry to connect us with our collective past, illuminate our personal struggles and interrogate our understanding of human history. For centuries, the study of Greek literature has been seen as the province of career academics. But Nicolson's amateurism (in the best, etymological, sense of the word: from the Latin amare, "to love") and globe-trotting passion for his subject is contagious, intimating that it is impossible to comprehend Homer's poems from an armchair or behind a desk. If you've never read the Iliad or the Odyssey, or your copies have been collecting dust since college, Nicolson's book is likely to inspire you to visit or revisit their pages.
Publishers Weekly
British author Nicolson (The Gentry) contemplates the towering legacy of the Iliad and Odyssey, while probing the mysteries of Homer’s identity and birthplace. Scholars insist on the eighth century B.C.E. as the origin of the epics, but Nicolson provides intriguing archeological and linguistic evidence that they are considerably older, including Milman Perry’s studies placing the epics within an oral tradition of an illiterate era. Nicolson’s language does credit to his muse, describing Homer’s style as a “neck-gripping physical urgency,” and Achilles as “a beacon of hate... radiant with horror,” whose combat is a “crazed berserker frenzy of... grief-fueled rampage.” He shares personal feelings about Homer becoming his “guidebook to life” and a “kind of scripture,” even a means of therapeutic reflection after a traumatic event. However, the cultural differences between the roaming warrior Greeks and the cultured, established Trojans elicit shortsighted comparisons to modern gang life. More careful consideration is given to the poems’ major themes and settings, particularly the islands Odysseus visited, and Nicolson makes a strong case for the Odyssey’s “Hades” location lying in Southern Spain, perhaps symbolizing a Bronze Age copper mine near Rio Tinto. Nicolson’s penetrative insight into the Homeric universe is a largely successful piece of scholarship accessible to a wide audience. Agent: Zoe Pagnamenta, Zoe Pagnamenta Agency. (Nov.)
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"Nicolson's spirited exploration illuminates our own indelible past." —Kirkus Starred Review
New York Times Book Review

Highly accessible…Nicolson's amateurism (in the best, etymological, sense of the word: from the Latin amare, "to love") and globe-trotting passion for his subject is contagious…bringing the heroic age into our own.
Wall Street Journal

"Complex, personal and profound…a brash and brave piece of writing… [Nicolson's] book, filled with the swords and spears that inflict the carnage of the 'Iliad,' can change the way we see ours."
Washington Post

Stirring… Nicolson eloquently sums up what we still look for in Homer: 'wisdom, his fearless encounter with the dreadful, his love of love and hatred of death, the sheer scale of his embrace, his energy and brightness, his resistance to nostalgia.'
National Review

If I have a serious complaint about this book, it's that it threatens to be better than Homer -- and I say this as a qualified classicist, who is supposed to be extensively trained for snottiness toward an amateur enthusiast like Nicolson. Against the howl that must be rising from the academy at my judgment, I'm standing my ground.
author of Memories of a Marriage and About Schmidt Louis Begley

Adam Nicolson's Why Homer Matters is awonderfully sensitive and fascinating meditation on Homer, sailing, the meaning of life, and the power of poetry. The author's erudition is dazzling and discreet.
Nathaniel Philbrick

There is no better explicator of life, of art, and the process by which we experience both than Adam Nicolson. In Why Homer Matters, he is at his eloquent and rapturous best.Through the prism of this great poet, Nicolson has crafted a kind of metaphysical guidebook on how to lead a meaningful life in in a world of terrifying and wondrous change.
author of The Professor and the Madman and The Men Simon Winchester

"Seldom have I been so moved, inspired, informed and delighted as by Adam Nicolson's elegant explanation of why Homer--so long forgotten in the school-time haze--is so vitally important as a lifetime vade mecum. The author must be one of the last true polymaths standing: his writings--this new book above all--give pleasure beyond compare."

[A] sprawling, lyrical, and frequently intimate exploration of the epic poet…. In the end, it is Nicolson's passion for his subject that animates this selection and elevates textual explication into a paean.
Financial Times

"Vigorous and visceral…The results are at once moving and enlightening."
Daily Mail Alexander McCall Smith

"Adam Nicolson's books are like beautiful shells encountered in the sand: delicate, rare and wonderful. [Why Homer Matters] is a moving personal musing on Homer--on what he has to say to us today about life and about ourselves."
Literary Review Allan Massie

Erudite, far-ranging in time and space, and provocative ... This rich and adventurous book is Nicolson's own odyssey, a wide-eyed ramble around the ancient world and through the centuries ... Nicolson's enthusiasm [is] enriching and his examination of the character of the two epics acute and fascinating.
The Telegraph

As gripping as a thriller and as delicately constructed as a sonnet … an astonishing tour de force that reveals Homer to be at once as ancient as papyrus and as modern as MTV … in dealing with the body-thudding side of epic Nicolson proves to be in his element … Not only does he have an inward understanding of how Homer's poetry works, his own prose also has the sharp glitter of a poet's eye
Sunday Times

"Nicolson's brilliant, passionate, world-wandering love letter to Homer … his close readings are wonderful and his heady romanticism is far more inspirational than any dry academic exegesis. If the only real test of any book about Homer is that it should make you want to go back to Homer, then [Why Homer Matters] passes that test in a blaze of glory"
The Times

"Nicolson has written the book that was waiting to be written … a superbly written account of the poems"
Evening Standard

"A joy to read"

"A hosanna to Homeric wandering and wanderlust … breathes new life into an ancient adventure"

"A beautiful study: full of insight, generosity and unaffected passion. The writing is exhilarating. There is a wonderful sense of a community of readers of Homer handing on their insights through two millennia - of the dead talking to the living, of the taking up of a conversation that has never quieted"

"A thrillingly energized book that travels to the real-life locations of the action … at the molecular level, it transmits a whole worldview at once decipherable and dramatically strange … To read Homer is to be struck by what Nicolson calls 'time-vertigo' - and this book is one that holds your hand and encourages you to peer over the edge. It's a book about what it means (the present tense is correct here because the process is continuous) for Nicolson to encounter Homer as a reader: an experience of wonder digested and communicated in the completest and most generous possible way. To read it is to have a fat pair of Homeric jump-leads attached from Adam Nicolson's sparking and crackling faculties of appreciation to your own."
Kirkus Reviews
★ 2014-08-18
An archaeology of the Homeric mind. In this gracefully written and deeply informed book, Nicolson (The Gentry: Stories of the English, 2011, etc.), a fellow of Britain's Society of Antiquaries, excavates the origins of Homer's magisterial epics, the Iliad and the Odyssey. Arguing against the "current orthodoxy" that both books emerged from the eighth century B.C., the author contends that Homer evokes a much earlier period: Bronze Age Eurasia, around 2000 B.C., when seminomadic warriors of the northern steppes confronted the more sophisticated culture of the eastern Mediterranean. In the north, vicious gangs marauded, while in the south, sailing ships replaced paddled canoes, enabling men to travel farther and faster, infusing the culture with new ideas and goods. "This newly energized world," writes Nicolson, "is the meeting of cultures that Homer records." Nicolson sees the Iliad as retrospective, "a poem about fate and the demands that fate puts on individual lives, the inescapability of death and of the past," while the Odyssey, "for all its need to return home, consistently toys with the offers of a new place and a new life, a chance to revise what you have been given…." Drawing upon archaeological discoveries and teasing out etymological threads, Nicolson finds in Homer's work "myths of the origin of Greek consciousness" that the West has inherited. He resists the idea that Homer promotes "the sense that justice resides in personal revenge." Instead, Homer poses transcendent questions: "[W]hat matters more, the individual or the community, the city or the hero? What is life, something of everlasting value or a transient and hopeless irrelevance?" In a universe inhabited by capricious gods, writes Nicolson, Homer offers readers "his fearless encounter with the dreadful, his love of love and hatred of death, the sheer scale of his embrace, his energy and brightness, his resistance to nostalgia…." Nicolson's spirited exploration illuminates our own indelible past.
The Barnes & Noble Review

The subjects of Adam Nicolson's many books have included the Battle of Trafalgar, the English gentry, sailing along the coast of the British Isles, life in the Hebrides, working a small farm in Sussex, the history of Sissinghurst (his family's ancient estate) and his attempts to restore its famous gardens, and, in my view, best of all, the making of the King James Version of the Bible in God's Secretaries. Now he is here with Why Homer Matters, in which he sets out to show who — if anyone — Homer was, when he lived, what his two great epics are really about, and what they represent to countless generations down to, and above all, himself.

Though Nicolson studied Homer in Greek as a schoolboy, the line-by- line deciphering and scansion made reading the epics, he says, like "picking bones from fish." Many years later, however, after having just survived a terrifying, 250-mile crossing of the North Atlantic from Falmouth, England, to Baltimore, Ireland, aboard a forty-two-foot wooden ketch, he began to read Robert Fagles's translation of the Odyssey. It was a revelation: Homer was, he tells us, " suddenly alongside me, a companion and an ally, the most reliable voice I had ever known." He now insists that the poet is nothing less than "a guide to life" — which is a pretty wild statement. But this is a pretty wild book.

It is Odysseus' elasticity and vigor, along with his ability to suffer without being a victim, that appeal to Nicolson: "He is all navigation, subtlety, invention, dodging the rocks, storytelling, cheating and survival." One could say the same thing of the Count of Monte Cristo, of course, or Huckleberry Finn. So why Homer? Whence springs the air of infatuation and zeal that pervades these pages? Homer, he urges with typical ardor, "is like a beautiful stone, monumentally present, a paternal foundation, large, slightly ill-defined, male and reliable. He is not a friend, a lover or a wife; far more of an underlayer than that, a form of reassurance that in the end there is some kind of understanding in the world." That hardly makes sense except at an emotional level. But, then, as he admits, "Homer-love can feel like a disease." More about this later.

Along with such fits of possession (as they seem), Nicolson delves into matters more interesting to cooler brains, such as the pedigree of the stories told in the Iliad and Odyssey. After a great deal of reading and deliberation, Nicolson decides they arose from the clash and fusion between the peoples of the Eurasian steppes, semi-nomadic and hero-based in culture, and the cities of the eastern Mediterranean. "Homer is the trace of that encounter," he says, one that took place around the second millennium BC, out of which came "Greekness" and, eventually, "Europeanness." He believes that the poems should be seen as "the violence and sense of strangeness of about 1800 BC recollected in the tranquility of about 1300 BC, preserved through the Greek Dark Ages and written down (if not in a final form) in about 700 BC."

But then who exactly was Homer? One scholar, he tells us, insisted that he was Swedish, another that he was from Cambridgeshire, while the English novelist, translator, and perennial contrarian Samuel Butler claimed that the poet must have been a "young, headstrong and unmarried" Sicilian girl. For his part, looking at the evidence and the more plausible theories presented by other scholars, Nicolson joins those who say that there was no one Homer, but that "he" came to be with the version of the epics put together in the third century BC by editors in the library of Alexandria, who wove together numerous manuscripts, deleting unacceptable or contradictory passages, to create a unified text and a single author. Before that, he says, Homer was "a voluble chattering crowd of multiple voices," or, as he puts it more fervidly, "Homer, before Alexandria, was multiplicity itself."

Nicolson is struck with awe, as are we all who contemplate it, by the antiquity of the two Homeric epics and by the nature of epic itself, which he handily summarizes as lying somewhere between memory and history. Epic, he writes, "occupies a third space in the human desire to connect the present to the past," serving to "make the distant past as immediate to us as our own lives."

Along with discussion of Homer, scholarly and otherwise, the book hares off on strange missions, exploring such matters as the 1944 kidnapping of the German general Kreipe in Crete by Patrick Leigh Fermor (and company), Nicolson's own pilgrimage following their route, and an extended — and unconvincing to me — chapter-long comparison of Homer's warriors with American street gangs ("the hero complex of the Greek warrior is simply gang mentality writ large"). In a chapter titled "The Metal Hero," which deals with the Bronze Age and the blades used by Homer's heroes, he gives us an account of being raped in Syria. ("Only once in my life have I had a knife held to my throat.") In other words, there is a good deal of the grab bag about this work.

The passages in which I truly rejoiced are Nicolson's descriptions of the sea and of sailing and their union with the Odyssey. They are intoxicating, eloquent, and evocative. Here he is upon first looking into Fagles's Homer: "I can see the sunlight coming sheening off the backs of the swells that morning, as they made their way past and under me, combed and slicked with the sea-froth running down them, every swell the memory of storms in the Atlantic far to the west, steepening to the east and then ruining themselves ashore."

One does not wish to presume — and yet one does — but it seems that Nicolson has conferred his passion for and exultation in sailing upon Homer, and thus the extravagance of his pronouncements. Sailing and Homer meld into one ecstatic metaphor for life lived in its goodness. It is here that Nicolson is most compelling, and so it is aboard a little sailing vessel that I leave you. As the air's stillness gives way to a breeze,

the canvas stirs, like a dog in a bed, begins to acquire a form, and the boat gains a sense of purpose, a coherence it had lacked as it slopped in the chop or swell. The wake slowly starts to bubble behind you, "the gleaming wake" that runs behind Homeric ships as a sign of life and excellence, the cockpit drains gurgle . . . and with tiller and sheet in hand you sit up and pick your course across the sea. That is the Odyssean moment, everything liquid but directed, everything mobile but related: the sea itself, your boat in it, the air and its winds, all the possibilities.
Katherine A. Powers reviews books widely and has been a finalist for the Nona Balakian Citation for Excellence in Reviewing from the National Book Critics Circle. She is the editor of Suitable Accommodations: An Autobiographical Story of Family Life: The Letters of J. F. Powers, 1942–1963.

Reviewer: Katherine A. Powers

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781627791809
  • Publisher: Holt, Henry & Company, Inc.
  • Publication date: 11/18/2014
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 97,083
  • File size: 5 MB

Meet the Author

Adam Nicolson

Adam Nicolson's books include the New York Times bestseller God's Secretaries, Sea Room, Sissinghurst, and Seamanship. Among his honors are the Somerset Maugham Award, the W. H. Heinemann Prize, and the British Topography Prize; he lives on a farm in Sussex with his wife and their five grown children.

Adam Nicolson's books include the New York Times bestseller God's Secretaries, Sea Room, Sissinghurst, and Seamanship. Among his honors are the Somerset Maugham Award, the W. H. Heinemann Prize, and the British Topography Prize; he lives on a farm in Sussex with his wife and their five grown children.
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Why Homer Matters

By Adam Nicolson

Henry Holt and Co.

Copyright © 2014 Adam Nicolson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62779-180-9


One evening ten years ago I started to read Homer in English. With an old friend, George Fairhurst, I had just sailed from Falmouth to Baltimore in southwest Ireland, 250 miles across the Celtic Sea. We had set off three days earlier in our wooden ketch, the Auk, forty-two feet from stem to stern, a vessel which had felt big enough in Falmouth, not so big out in the Atlantic.

It had been a ruinous journey. A mile or so out from the shelter of Falmouth we realized our instruments were broken, but we had been preparing for too long, were hungry to go, and neither of us felt like turning back. A big storm came through that night, force 8 gusting 9 to 10, west of Scilly, and we sailed by the stars when it was clear, by the compass in the storm, four hours on, four hours off, for that night, the next day and the following night. The seas at times had been huge, the whole of the bow plunging into them, burying the bowsprit up to its socket, solid water coming over the foredeck and driving back toward the wheel, so that the side-decks were like mill-sluices, running with the Atlantic.

After forty hours we arrived. George’s face looked as if he had been in a fight, flushed and bruised, his eyes sunk and hollow in it. We dropped anchor in the middle of Baltimore harbor, its still water reflecting the quayside lights, only our small wake disturbing them, and I slept for sixteen hours straight. Now, the following evening, I was lying in my bunk, the Auk tied up alongside the Irish quay, with the Odyssey, translated by the great American poet-scholar Robert Fagles, in my hand.

I had never understood Homer as a boy. At school his poems were taught to us in Greek, as if they were a branch of math. The master drew the symbols on the green chalkboard, and we ferreted out the sense line by line, picking bones from fish. The archaic nature of Homer’s vocabulary, the pattern of long and short syllables in the verse, the remote and uninteresting nature of the gods, like someone else’s lunchtime account of a dream from the night before—what was that to any of us? Where was the life in it? How could this remoteness compare to the urgent realities of our own lives, our own lusts and anxieties? The difficulties and strangeness of the Greek were little more than a prison of obscurity to me, happily abandoned once the exam was done. Homer stayed irrelevant.

Now I had Fagles’s words in front of me. Half idly, I had brought his translation of the Odyssey with me on the Auk, as something I thought I might look at on my own sailing journey in the North Atlantic. But as I read, a man in the middle of his life, I suddenly saw that this is not a poem about then and there, but now and here. The poem describes the inner geography of those who hear it. Every aspect of it is grand metaphor. Odysseus is not sailing on the Mediterranean but through the fears and desires of a man’s life. The gods are not distant creators but elements within us: their careless pitilessness, their flaky and transient interests, their indifference, their casual selfishness, their deceit, their earth-shaking footfalls.

I read Fagles that evening, and again as we sailed up the west coast of Ireland. I began to see Homer as a guide to life, even as a kind of scripture. The sea in the Odyssey is out to kill you—at one point Hermes, the presiding genius of Odysseus’s life, says, “Who would want to cross the unspeakable vastness of the sea? There are not even any cities there”—but hidden within it are all kinds of delicious islands, filled with undreamed-of delights, lovely girls and beautiful fruits, beautiful landscapes where you don’t have to work, fantasy lands, each in their different way seducing and threatening the man who chances on them. But every one is bad for him. Calypso, a goddess, unbelievably beautiful, makes him sleep with her night after night, for seven years; Circe feeds him delicious dinners for a whole year, until finally one of his men asks him what he thinks he is doing. If he goes on like this, none of them will ever see their homes again. And is that what he wants?

In part I saw the Odyssey as the story of a man who is sailing through his own death: the sea is deathly, the islands are deathly, he visits Hades at the very center of the poem and he is thought dead by the people who love him at home, a pile of white bones rotting on some distant shore. He longs for life, and yet he cannot find it. When he hears stories told of his own past, he cannot bear it, wraps his head in his “sea-blue” cloak and weeps for everything he has lost.

It was Odysseus I fell in love with that summer as we sailed north to the Hebrides, Orkney and the Faroes: the many-wayed, flickering, crafty man, “the man of twists and turns,” as Fagles calls him, translating the Greek word polytropos, the man driven off course, the man who suffers many pains, the man who is heartsick on the open sea. His life itself is a twisting, and maybe, I thought, that is his destiny: he can never emerge into the plain calm of a resolution. The islands in his journey are his own failings. Home, Ithaca, is the longed-for moment when those failings will at last be overcome. Odysseus’s muddle is his beauty.

He is no victim. He suffers, but he does not buckle. His virtue is his elasticity, his rubber vigor. If he is pushed, he bends, but he bends back, and that half-giving strength was to me a beautiful model for a man. He is all navigation, subtlety, invention, dodging the rocks, storytelling, cheating and survival. He can be resolute, fierce and destructive when need be, and clever, funny and loving when need be. There is no requirement to choose between these qualities; Odysseus makes them all available.

Like Shakespeare and the Bible, we all know his stories in advance, but one in particular struck me that summer sailing on the Auk. We had left the Arans late the evening before, and George had taken her all night up the dark of the Galway coast. We changed places at dawn, and in that early morning, with a cup of tea in my hand and the sun rising over the Irish mainland, I took her north, heading for the Inishkeas and the corner of County Mayo, before turning there and making for Scotland.

The wind was a big easterly, coming in gusts over the Mayo hills, the sun white and heatless. George and my son Ben, who had joined us, were asleep below. There were shearwaters cruising the swells beside us, black, liquid, effortless birds, like the sea turned aerial, and a fulmar now and then hung in the slot between the headsail and the main, flying with us on the current of air. The Auk surged on the wind that morning, heeling out into the Atlantic, churning her way north, horselike in her strength. I don’t know when I have felt so happy.

Steering across the swells, holding the wheel against them as they came through, releasing it as they fell away, I tied the great Robert Fagles translation of the Odyssey on the compass binnacle, holding it open with a bungee cord against the wind. That morning I read the story of the Sirens. Just as we do, Odysseus knows he will be exposed to the songs that the strange, birdlike creatures sing to mariners and with which they lure passing ships onto the shore, wrecking them there and then leaving the men to linger until they die. The only way Odysseus can get past the Sirens is to cut up a round cake of beeswax, knead it in his hands, softening the wax in the heat of the sun, and then press plugs of it into the ears of the sailors. Once they are deafened, he has himself lashed to the mainmast, so that any desire he may have to steer toward the delicious honeyed voices can have no effect on his men. Only if he is powerless can he listen to them singing from their meadow, as Robert Fagles described it, “starred with flowers.”

That meadow of death is the most desirable place any man could imagine. It is yet another island into which a man might long to sink and die. A dead calm falls on the sea. The men brail up the sail and then sit to their oars. The Sirens, just within shouting distance of the ship, taunt Odysseus as he passes. They can give him wisdom if he will come to them and listen. If he will let them, they will make him understand. They press on him the comfort and beauty of what they have to offer. They sing to him, and Odysseus longs for them, his heart throbbing for them, as Fagles says, and with his eyebrows gestures to the crew to set him free. But the crew won’t respond. Deaf to all persuasion, they bind him tighter and row the ship through and past.

Never is Homer more rapid. Like Odysseus’s “sea-swift” ship, the whole scene sweeps past in forty lines. Rarely can something so brief have spread its ripples so wide. But the point is this: the song the Sirens sing is not any old crooning seduction tune. It is the story of the Iliad itself.

“We know all the pains that the Greeks and Trojans once endured

On the spreading plain of Troy when the gods willed it so—

All that comes to pass on the fertile earth, we know it all.”

The Sirens sing the song of the heroic past. That is the meadow of death. They want to draw Odysseus in with tempting stories of what he once was. And Odysseus, after his years of suffering and journeying, of frustration in the beautiful arms of Calypso, whose name means “the hidden one,” the goddess of oblivion, longs to return to the active world, the world of simplicity and straightforwardness he had known at Troy. The Sirens are wise to that; they know the longing in his heart. The prospect of clear-cut heroism summons him, and he struggles to escape his bindings. But his men, like the poem itself, know better, and they tie him tighter to his ship. They won’t be wrecked on the illusions of nostalgia, the longing for that heroized, antique world, because, as the Odyssey knows, to live well in the world, nostalgia must be resisted; you must stay with your ship, stay tied to the present, remain mobile, keep adjusting the rig, work with the swells, watch for a wind-shift, watch as the boom swings over, engage, in other words, with the muddle and duplicity and difficulty of life. Don’t be tempted into the lovely simplicities that the heroic past seems to offer. That is what Homer and the Sirens and Robert Fagles all said to me that day.

I can still see the sunlight coming sheening off the backs of the swells that morning, as they made their way past and under me, combed and slicked with the sea-froth running down them, every swell the memory of storms in the Atlantic far to the west, steepening to the east and then ruining themselves ashore. The Auk sailed north with the shearwaters, and the morning became unforgettable. It was when this book began.

I thank God I met Homer again that summer. He was suddenly alongside me, a companion and an ally, the most truly reliable voice I had ever known. It was like discovering poetry itself, or the dead speaking. As I read and reread the Odyssey in translation, I suddenly felt that here was the unaffected truth, here was someone speaking about fate and the human condition in ways that other people only seem to approach obliquely; and that directness, that sense of nothing between me and the source, is what gripped me. I felt like asking, “Why has no one told me about this before?”

The more I looked at the poems in different translations, and the more I tried to piece bits of them together in the Greek with a dictionary, the more I felt Homer was a guidebook to life. Here was a form of consciousness that understood fallibility and self-indulgence and vanity, and despite that knowledge didn’t surrender hope of nobility and integrity and doing the right thing. Before I read Pope’s Preface to the Iliad, or Matthew Arnold’s famous lectures on translating Homer, I knew that this was the human spirit on fire, rapidity itself, endlessly able to throw off little sidelights like the sparks thrown off by the wheels of an engine hammering through the night. Speed, scale, violence, threat; but every spark with humanity in it.


Copyright © 2014 by Adam Nicolson


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Table of Contents

Illustrations xi
Map xiii
Foreword 1
1 • Meeting Homer 7
2 • Grasping Homer 13
3 • Loving Homer 32
4 • Seeking Homer 40
5 • Finding Homer 59
6 • Homer the Strange 72
7 • Homer the Real 100
8 • The Metal Hero 116
9 • Homer on the Steppes 144
10 • The Gang and the City 178
11 • Homer's Mirror 205
12 • Homer's Odyssey 224
Conclusion: The Bright Wake 244
Notes 247
Bibliography 273
Acknowledgments 283
Index 285

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  • Posted February 28, 2015

    Passionately written, erudite, and insightful. This book caught

    Passionately written, erudite, and insightful. This book caught me unawares and completely changed the way I view the development of Western Civilization and our modern values. I slept thru those high school classes that covered The Iliad and The Odyssey, wondering why they were wasting my time. This book covers the clash of civilizations the led to the story of Troy's destruction and Odysseus's journey, and explains why Homer recorded those stories in 800 BCE, perhaps a thousand years after the events occurred and had been passed along as poetry for a millennium. Superbly researched, the reader will not be able to help but learn about science, metallurgy, natural resources, the development of culture, environmental change, and the power of the spoken word. Both epic in coverage and personal in narrative, this was the best book I have read in the last year. I recommend it to anyone who wonders about how we have come to have the values we live with everyday.

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