{"id":419,"date":"2010-12-31T18:23:31","date_gmt":"2010-12-31T18:23:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/?p=419"},"modified":"2014-02-11T22:25:37","modified_gmt":"2014-02-11T22:25:37","slug":"christopher-logues-homer-4-patrocleia-vs-later-books","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/?p=419","title":{"rendered":"Christopher Logue&#8217;s Homer &#8211; 4 Patrocleia vs later books"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In <em>Pax<\/em>, Logue imagines that the hatred in Achilles\u2019 eyes is so violent and has such power that it might damage the metal of his divine armour if he looked at it with fully open eyes. If the poet simply said that this did happen the idea would immediately go flat and lose all its wonder. Instead he says that when Thetis laid the armour on the sand<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nobody looked. They were afraid.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Except Achilles: looked,<br \/>\nLifted a piece of it between his hands;<br \/>\nTurned it; tested the weight of it; and then<br \/>\nSpun the holy tungsten like a star between his knees,<br \/>\nSlitting his eyes against the flare, some said,<br \/>\nBut others thought the hatred shuttered by his lids<br \/>\nMade him protect the metal.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His eyes like furnace doors ajar.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSome said, \/ But others thought\u201d. The idea is there but without compromising Achilles\u2019 humanity or destroying the human scale. Again, at the end of the poem, when Achilles mounts his chariot to lead the attack against Troy, he\u2019s bathed in a divine light. Imaginatively we\u2019re suspended between mortality and myth. He cracks his whip and everything slows. His immortal horses rise \u201cas in dreams, or at Cape Kennedy\u201d. Their hooves barely dent the sand, and his chariot wheels barely touch the world. Achilles tells the horses to take care not to leave him as they left Patroclus. One says they can bring him back alive this time but soon they won\u2019t be permitted to<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And Achilles, shaken, says:<br \/>\n\u201cI know I will not make old bones.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And laid his scourge against their racing flanks.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">Someone has left a spear stuck in the sand.<\/p>\n<p>However godlike he may be, Achilles is human, mortal, shaken by the fear of death as he prepares for his day of greatest triumph. That\u2019s why he can move us, and why his courage has meaning.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t think <em>Pax<\/em> is as fine as <em>Patrocleia<\/em>, but it is in <em>GBH<\/em> that there is a real change of imaginative approach. In this and the following books the writing can still be extremely striking and impressive but the work seems to me to have lost a fundamental humanity, and the impressiveness of the writing seems to me to be of an overblown, imaginatively coarsened kind.<\/p>\n<p>For example, take this description of Odysseus\u2019s chariot driver:<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Close-up on Bombax: 45; fighting since 2;<br \/>\nWho wears his plate beneath his skin; one who has killed<br \/>\nMore talking bipeds than Troy\u2019s wall has bricks;<br \/>\nWhose hair is long, is oiled, is white, is sprung,<br \/>\nPlaited with silver wire, twice plaited \u2013 strong? \u2013<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 90px;\">Why, he could swing a city to and fro with it<br \/>\nAnd get no crick; whose eye can fix<br \/>\nA spider\u2019s web yoking a tent peg to its guy<br \/>\nFive miles downbeach \u2013 and count its spokes:<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s certainly a kind of hard brilliance to the image of the eye fixing the spider\u2019s web at five miles, but it overkills in several directions at once \u2013 not only in the sheer preposterousness of the exaggeration but also in the redundant specification of where the spider\u2019s web is. More importantly, how can one relate humanly to a creature like this? And what kind of powers would the semi-divine Achilles need for him to stand out in the world of Bombax?<\/p>\n<p>This is my fundamental problem with all the later-written poems of <em>War Music<\/em>. Reading them, I\u2019ve been excited by the brio and muscular power of their language, by the visual and auditory sharpness with which they paint scenes and by the inventive wit with which they collide the traditional associations of the <em>Iliad<\/em> against the language and imagery of cinema, computer games and celebrity journalism. As satire they can be wonderful. What I miss in them and find so abundantly in <em>Patrocleia<\/em> is the sensitivity, heart, human feeling, and emotional engagement with the characters that give that book its beauty and pathos and have drawn me back to it so repeatedly. One thing vital to sustaining that kind of response was the preservation of the human scale. Another was the flexibility and openness that earlier entries try to point out in Logue\u2019s own approach to the material \u2013 his ability to empathise with his murderous heroes, for example, as well as to see them cynically.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In Pax, Logue imagines that the hatred in Achilles\u2019 eyes is so violent and has such power that it might damage the metal of his divine armour if he looked at it with fully open eyes. 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