The Lost Books of the Odyssey

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THE
LOST BOOKS
OF
THE ODYSSEY

THE
LOST BOOKS
OF
THE ODYSSEY

ZACHARY MASON

FARRAR, STRAUS AND GIROUX
NEW YORK

 

 

 

 

Farrar, Straus and Giroux
18 West 18th Street, New York 10011

 

Copyright © 2007, 2010 by Zachary Mason
All rights reserved
Distributed in Canada by D&M Publishers, Inc.
Printed in the United States of America
Originally published, in somewhat different form, in 2008
by Starcherone Books, New York
First Farrar, Straus and Giroux edition, 2010

 

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Mason, Zachary, 1974–
The lost books of the Odyssey / Zachary Mason.— 1st FSG ed.
   p. cm.
“Originally published in slightly different form in 2008 by Starcherone Books.”
ISBN: 978-0-374-19215-0 (hardcover : alk. paper)
1. Odysseus (Greek mythology)—Fiction. I. Title.
  PS3613.A8185L67 2010
  813'.6—dc22

2009041810

 

Designed by Jonathan D. Lippincott

 

www.fsgbooks.com

 

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Contents
  
Preface

 

  1 A Sad Revelation
  2 The Other Assassin
  3 The Stranger
  4 Guest Friend
  5 Agamemnon and the Word
  6 Penelope’s Elegy
  7 Bacchae
  8 Achilles and Death
  9 One Kindness
10 Fugitive
11 A Night in the Woods
12 Decrement
13 Epiphany
14 Fragment
15 The Myrmidon Golem
16 Three Iliums
17 Sirens
18 The Iliad of Odysseus
19 Killing Scylla
20 Death and the King
21 Helen’s Image
22 Bright Land
23 Islands on the Way
24 Odysseus in Hell
25 The Book of Winter
26 Blindness
27 No Man’s Wife
28 Phoenician
29 Intermezzo
30 Victory Lament
31 Athena in Death
32 Stone Garden
33 Cassandra’s Rule
34 Principia Pelagica
35 Epigraph
36 A Mote in Oceanic Darkness
37 Athena’s Weave
38 The Long Way Back
39 Ocean’s Disc
40 Sanatorium
41 Fireworks
42 Record of a Game
43 Alexander’s Odyssey
44 Last Islands
Preface

D
espite its complexity, a handful of images are central to the
Odyssey
—black ships drawn up on a white beach, a cannibal ogre guarding a cave mouth, a man searching a trackless sea for a home that forgot him. Nearly three millennia ago a particular ordering of these images crystallized into the
Odyssey
as we know it, but before that the Homeric material was formless, fluid, its elements shuffled into new narratives like cards in a deck. Echoes of the other
Odyssey
s survive in Hellenistic friezes, on Cycladic funerary urns, and in a pre-Ptolemaic papyrus excavated from the desiccated rubbish mounds of Oxyrhynchus; this last contains forty-four concise variations on Odysseus’s story that omit stock epic formulae in favor of honing a single trope or image down to an extreme of clarity. I hope that this translation reflects the haunted light of Homer’s older islands, where the familiar characters are arranged in new tableaux, but soon become restless, mercurial—they turn their backs, forget their names, move on.

THE
LOST BOOKS
OF
THE ODYSSEY

A SAD REVELATION

O
dysseus comes back to Ithaca in a little boat on a clear day. The familiarity of the east face of the island seems absurd—bemused, he runs a tricky rip current he has not thought about in fifteen years and lands by the mouth of a creek where he swam as a boy. All his impatience leaves him and he sits under an oak he remembers whose branches overhang the water, good for diving. Twenty years have gone by, he reflects, what are a few more minutes. An hour passes in silence and it occurs to him that he is tired and might as well go home, so he picks up his sword and walks toward his house, sure that whatever obstacles await will be minor compared to what he has been through.

The house looks much as it did when he left. He notices that the sheep byre’s gate has been mended. A rivulet of smoke rises from the chimney. He steals lightly in, hand on sword, thinking how ridiculous it would be to come so far and lose everything in a moment of carelessness.

Within, Penelope is at her loom and an old man drowses by the fire. Odysseus stands in the doorway for a while before Penelope notices him and shrieks, dropping her shuttle and before she draws another breath running and embracing him, kissing him and wetting his cheeks with her tears. Welcome home, she says into his chest.

The man by the fire stands up looking possessive and pitifully concerned and in an intuitive flash Odysseus knows that this is her husband. The idea is absurd—the man is soft, grey and heavy, no hero and never was one, would not have lasted an hour in the blinding glare before the walls of Troy. He looks at Penelope to confirm his guess and notices how she has aged—her hips wider, her hair more grey than not, the skin around her eyes traced with fine wrinkles. Without the eyes of homecoming there is only an echo of her beauty. She steps back from him and traces a deep scar on his shoulder and her wonder and the old man’s fear become a mirror—he realizes that with his blackened skin, tangled beard and body lean and hard from years of war he looks like a reaver, a revenant, a wolf of the sea.

Willfully composed, Penelope puts her hand on his shoulder and says that he is most welcome in his hall. Then her face collapses into tears and she says she did not think he was coming back, had been told he was dead these last eight years, had given up a long time ago, had waited as long as she could, longer than anyone thought was right.

He had spent the days of his exile imagining different homecoming scenarios but it had never occurred to him that she would just give up. The town deserted, his house overrun by violent suitors, Penelope dying, or dead and burned, but not this. “Such a long trip,” he thinks, “and so many places I could have stayed along the way.”

Then, mercifully, revelation comes. He realizes that this is not Penelope. This is not his hall. This is not Ithaca—what he sees before him is a vengeful illusion, the deception of some malevolent god. The real Ithaca is elsewhere, somewhere on the sea-roads, hidden. Giddy, Odysseus turns and flees the tormenting shadows.

THE OTHER ASSASSIN

I
n the Imperial Court of Agamemnon, the serene, the lofty, the disingenuous, the elect of every corner of the empire, there were three viziers, ten consuls, twenty generals, thirty admirals, fifty hierophants, a hundred assassins, eight hundred administrators of the second degree, two thousand administrators of the third and clerks, soldiers, courtesans, scholars, painters, musicians, beggars, larcenists, arsonists, stranglers, sycophants and hangers-on of no particular description beyond all number, all poised to do the bright, the serene, the etc. emperor’s will. It so happened that in the twentieth year of his reign Agamemnon’s noble brow clouded at the thought of a certain Odysseus, whom he felt was much too much renowned for cleverness, when both cleverness and renown he preferred to reserve for the throne. While it was true that this Odysseus had made certain contributions to a recent campaign, involving the feigned offering of a horse which had facilitated stealthy entry into an enemy city, this did not justify the infringement on the royal
prerogatives, and in any case, the war had long since been brought to a satisfactory conclusion, so Agamemnon called for the clerk of Suicides, Temple Offerings, Investitures, Bankruptcy and Humane and Just Liquidation, and signed Odysseus’s death warrant.

The clerk of Suicides etc. bowed and with due formality passed the document to the General who Holds Death in His Right Hand, who annotated it, stamped it, and passed it to the Viceroy of Domestic Matters Involving Mortality and so on through the many twists and turns of the bureaucracy, through the hands of spy-masters, career criminals, blind assassins, mendacious clerics and finally to the lower ranks of advisors who had been promoted to responsibility for their dedication and competence (rare qualities given their low wages and the contempt with which they were treated by their well-connected or nobly born superiors), one of whom noted it was a death order of high priority and without reading it assigned it to that master of battle and frequent servant of the throne, Odysseus.

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