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”Grief is black it is made of earth/It gets into the cracks in the eyes/It lodges its lump in the throat”
Ever since I learned about this selected translation of the Iliad, I have been waiting for the day I could finally get my hands on a copy. It’s been months in-between, and I found myself doubting whether it would hold up to my vision of the incredible premise.
Thankfully, it failed to disappoint me, against all odds (I am picky as hell)
Memorial, as the author writes in her foreword, is translucence, not translation. It aims—and succeeds—in showcasing the enargeia, the ‘bright unbearable reality’ of the Iliad.
At its core, Homer’s epic is not about grand adventures, about the sack of Troy. It is about men and women and gods, young and old and unaging, it is about their grief and their violence and their folly and their hubris and their bravery and their unkindness. Alice Oswald gets to the heart of the matter in an entirely unique rendition.
Her poetry is beautiful, but not overly extravagant. Homer’s epics are some of the simplest to read out of most of Ancient Greek literature; Oswald manages to capture even this. There are so many layers to her Memorial, that I know immediately this won’t be goodbye between the book and I. Even on a first read, I felt the death and the grief and the awe on such a spiritual level that it surprised me.
I do recommend reading an actual translation of the Iliad (or of course the original if you happen to have the ability to read Ancient Greek) before this book of poetry, but on the other hand I am also incredibly curious how the experience would be for someone new to the battle between the Achaeans and the Trojans.