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God-like Odysseus uses everything in his playbook to defeat Polyphemos, the Cyclops. He slyly gets him drunk, then uses his great strength to jam a tree into the eye of the son of Poseidon to prevent the beast from eating more of his men (he "caught up two together and slapped them, like killing puppies,/ against the ground, and the brains ran all over the floor, soaking the ground." (IX, 289-291) Gross!)

Could Odysseus be a better man? Everywhere he goes, he's lavished with women, booze, food and "fine underbedding of purple and spread blankets above it,/ and fleecy robes to be an over-all covering." (VII, 337-338).

Meanwhile, all he wants is to return home to a kingdom packed with ungrateful men trying to steal his wife.

For someone so single-minded, all these wonderful offerings seem worse than a pauper's life. Because of his discipline, each time he leaves another paradise to confront the unknown or certain death, I pump my fist a bit.

After the shipwreck, Odysseus finally makes it to shore, where he is spoiled by Alkinoos and his kingdom. Again, the themes in books VI and VII run consistently through great literature. Neighborliness and generosity are givens for people who believe in good, and through their kindness, they earn the gods' favor.

One of my favorite of the Greek myths is the story of Aphrodite and Adonis. Part of the joy comes from saying the word "anemone," but part of it is also how the story is uncommon in the catalogue. The gods have their choice of women, and choose they do. But it is rare for the goddesses to mess around with mortals.

I recently read New York Times correspondent Dexter Filkins’ The Forever War, his narrative about covering the war in Iraq. I picked it up from the New York Public Library during my lunch break, and on my way back to work, I took a seat on a fountain in College Walk and read the prologue. I planned only to read a page or two (it was freezing outside) but tore through the prologue, a narrative about the siege on Fallujah.

My last entry went off on a bit of a tangent, which I think seems to suit the last couple books of The Odyssey.

So, while I was rambling, here's what we missed:

Telemachos visits Nestor, who does a little rambling himself about the Trojan War, in which Odysseus fought so bravely. He's got stories, but if Telemachos really want to hear about his father, he needs to visit Menelaos.

One of the aspects of Lattimore’s translation I’m enjoying most is the accessibility. There is some awkward phrasing, and at times, I have to pause and ask, “Who are we talking about now?” But the rhythm is soothing and easy to read, and the simple wording makes even the most complicated relationships understandable.

When I came across lines 236–238 in Book III, I had to pause to admire the effortless explanation of such a nebulous, powerful topic.

I like hating the bad guys. I really do. But Book II lays it on a little thick for my tastes.

We already know that the suitors are motivated by greed and selfishness. Are the accusations that Penelope is a tease really necessary? What about hoping that once Telemachos "goes in a hollow ship, he also might perish straying far from his people ... " (II, 332-333)?

These aren't rhetorical questions. Please share your thoughts.

With only Book One out of the way, it's already becoming apparent why Homer's epic poems mark the beginning of Western literature. Already we have the mourning hero. Telemachos is tall and strong and probably handsome. He obviously is "imagining in his mind his great father" (I, 115) every day even though he doesn't know Odysseus - which isn't more far-fetched than the plot of any sappy action movie - but his grieving doesn't make him stupid (we'll see how a little later).

Reading Lattimore’s chatty introduction was worth every second I spent on it. Unlike most of you (except maybe the slackers), this is my first time reading The Odyssey in its entirety. The translator does a wonderful job of giving us just enough of a description of the plot to get us willing to plunge into this very long poem.

For those who forgot, or who skipped the introduction, here’s what we know so far: