Even writing down the title of this post enrages me, because this entire experience has been an exercise in pedantry that makes me get all Ben Affleck exclaiming “Fictional characters!” in Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back. We at The Frumious Consortium don’t usually credit translators in post titles, but in this case it feels very necessary, as Emily Wilson’s choices are stamped all over the work. Which is fine, great even! But given the source materials and publishing conventions and the recent controversies, writing the title this way feels like referring to Ultimate Spider-Man as “Spider-Man by Stan Lee, translated by Brian Michael Bendis.” I freely acknowledge that that might be an iykyk reference but I am sick to the teeth of this book and this drama, yet feel obligated to write about it and hopefully, after today and my subsequent newsletter, never treat it as the main subject of a piece again.
Yes, this grumpy ass attitude is going to permeate the rest of this review, sns. I think I would be more inclined to generosity if Ms Wilson had displayed a similar munificence of spirit in addressing the recent Christopher Nolan movie that also adapted this ancient story. I guess this is going to be both a review of her translation of this book as well as the film that she’s so bizarrely tied herself to, via her vituperative yet media-illiterate criticism of it. Feel free to bail on this review at any time, dear reader, or check out Doug’s far less annoyed perspective.
Anyway, here’s a lot of back story as to where I’m coming from with my review. I’ve been obsessed with Greek mythology since I was probably about eight years old, if not earlier: coincidentally the same age as Ms Wilson’s own discovery of the canon. Along with superheroes (which you know I will continue to reference in this review,) they were my favorite thing to read about. As a child, I read about both A Lot, and continue to read about each probably more than the average adult does nowadays.








