In millennia long past, Ulysses battled the fates to return to the home and family he loved.
Now, Leo Lewisâ€”though his war was in Afghanistan, not Troyâ€”finds the same gods and goddesses arrayed behind him and against him.
In spirited writing both sly and sublime, R. Douglas Clark captures the essence of the warriorâ€™s journey. Todayâ€™s way home lies not across the Mediterranean but instead becomes the great American road tripâ€”towns unknown, adventures unimagined, people strange and loving. As mortals shape Leoâ€™s experiences for better or worse, so, too, do the gods.
The novel is an original, one manâ€™s struggle to find a way for the byroads of the continent to heal his horrors and deal with his demons. As it unfolds, Clarkâ€™s tale of this solitary, damaged Marine becomes the story of a million other veterans taking the â€œlong drive home.â€
Tested by a pantheon of self-serving yet sometimes-compassionate gods, Leo finds a journey full of twists and turns, with the abiding lesson that no one should presume to know his own fateâ€”and survival is just as uncertain as it ever was amid the combat and chaos of Kandahar.
About The Odyssey
The Trojan War is over. The victorious heroes have returned homeâ€”except for Ulysses. For he has incurred the wrath of mighty Poseidon, and the god of the seas and storms will have his revenge.
Trapped in the lovely clutches of the beautiful nymph Calypso, captive of the giant Cyclops Polyphemus, compelled to journey into Hadesâ€”Ulysses struggles on for ten long years, while home in Ithaca, suitors for the hand of his wife Penelope have taken over his palace and feast on his wealth.
It is a tale that has survived through the ages, driven by the power of its story and the fascination of the interplay among its characters, both human and divine, all brought vitally to life in this translation by noted author and classical scholar Samuel Butler.
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About the Author
Homer was the ancient bard who gave Western literature the works we call The Iliad and The Odysseyâ€”if he ever existed.
While no proven facts document the life of a historical person named Homerâ€”and even the question of a single author for the tales has been debated for centuriesâ€”there is no disputing the power of the stories and the fascination of the interplay among its characters, both human and divine.
The man we call Homer, unquestionably the greatest of the Greek epic poets, is believed to have lived in the eastern Mediterranean early in the millennium before the Christian Era.
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I had hardly finished telling everything to the men before we reached the island of the two Sirens, for the wind had been very favorable. Then, all of a sudden, it fell dead calm, with no breath of wind nor a ripple upon the water, so the men furled the sails and stowed them; then, taking to their oars, they whitened the water with the foam they raised in rowing. Meanwhile, I look a large wheel of wax and cut it up small with my sword. Then I kneaded the wax in my strong hands till it became soft, which it soon did between the kneading and the rays of the sun-god, son of Hyperion. Then I stopped the ears of all my men, and they bound me hands and feet to the mast as I stood upright on the crosspiece; but they went on rowing themselves. When we had got within earshot of the land, and the ship was going at a good rate, the Sirens saw that we were getting inshore and began with their singing.
?Come here,? they sang, ?renowned Ulysses, honor to the Achaean name, and listen to our two voices. No one ever sailed past us without staying to hear the enchanting sweetness of our song?and he who listens will go on his way not only charmed but also wiser, for we know all the ills that the gods laid upon the Argives and Trojans before Troy, and can tell you everything that is going to happen over the whole world.?
They sang these words most musically, and as I longed to hear them further, I made clear by frowning to my men that they should set me free; but they quickened their stroke, and Eurylochus and Perimedes bound me with still stronger bonds till we had got out of hearing of the Sirens? voices. Then my men took the wax from their ears and unbound me.
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Then we entered the straits in great fear of mind, for on the one hand was Scylla, and on the other dread Charybdis kept sucking up the salt water. As she vomited it up, it was like the water in a cauldron when it is boiling over upon a great fire, and the spray reached the top of the rocks on either side. When she began to suck again, we could see the water all inside whirling round and round, and it made a deafening sound as it broke against the rocks. We could see the bottom of the whirlpool all black with sand and mud, and the men were at their wits? ends for fear. While we were taken up with this, and were expecting each moment to be our last, Scylla pounced down suddenly upon us and snatched up my six best men.