Dear, Dear Ian,
How lovely it was for me to hear from you and to read your thoughts about Achilles and Patroclus. I know it sounds counter-intuitive but one of my intentions in reading Emily Wilson’s translation of The Iliad and writing out my notes as I went was to subject the narrative to a naïve reading in order to ascertain whether or not the text could reveal itself to an unacademic or, indeed, an uninformed reading. Why? I wanted to encourage readers who might be daunted by the prospect of reading such a venerated text to believe that they could do so as themselves without feeling inadequate to the task. I was also very keen to see what I would make of The Iliad myself. Actually, I’ve got those last two sentences in reverse order. I started out just wanting to take notes for myself. The project then grew out of that.
The stumbling point for me is Achilles. Hero? Psychopath? Admirable or repulsive? Despite his absence from so much of the narrative, I see him at the centre of so much of its brutality, violence and suffering. Not only is his withdrawal from the war against Troy petulant and egotistical, it probably contributes to an unnecessary prolongation of the struggle and, therefore, to the deaths of so many of his comrades. (In a sense, its similar impact on the Trojan forces is irrelevant because the declared intention of the Greeks/Argives is not only to win but to kill every remaining enemy combatant at the end of the hostilities.) I see his petulant behaviour and his arrogance as leading directly to the death of his most beloved friend, Patroclus. You see beauty in Patroclus’ death, a kind of martyrdom. I see terror, betrayal and confusion. Apollo first disarms him:
“… Phoebus Apollo came to meet Patroclus.
The human failed to see the eerie god,
cloaked in thick mist. Apollo stood behind
Patroclus, and with one flat palm he patted
his back and sturdy shoulders, so his eyes
swivelled. Apollo nudged his helmet off…
The big, long, thick, and sturdy spear Patroclus
held in his hands was shattered all to pieces.
His fine-fringed shield and sword-belt slipped and fell.
Apollo, son of Zeus, unclipped his breastplate.
Confusion seized his mind. His splendid body
undone, he stood stock-still, in bafflement.”
Patroclus is then speared from behind by Euphorbus, an enemy soldier who arrived at Troy that day, before being killed by Hector:
“He muscled through the crowd, got near Patroclus
and speared him underneath the ribs, and drove
the bronze point through his body. With a thud
he fell. The army of the Greeks lamented.
Just as a lion bests a tireless boar,
when on the mountainside they fight together,
both spirited, majestic warriors,
because both want to drink from a small stream –
the boar pants hard, defeated by the lion –
so Hector, son of Priam, standing close,
stabbed with his spear and took away the life
of brave Patroclus, who had killed so many…” (Emily Wilson translation)
Homer’s nature imagery, I grant you, is beautiful, as it so often is. However, in relation to Patroclus’ immediate situation, possibly also ironic. The Patroclus killed by Hector does not go to his death as a “spirited, majestic warrior”, but as a naked, defenceless, disarmed puppet of the gods (as are we all). Despite the miracle of Guido Reni’s painting of the martyrdom of St Sebastian (which I was introduced to by Yukio Mishima and which I saw in my youth at the Palazzo Rosso in Genova) I find nothing of beauty in the deaths of martyrs be they early Christian martyrs canonised by the church or contemporary self-declared Islamist martyrs.
Anyhow, my struggle with Achilles led me to think a lot about the two other men who wear his armour in The Iliad: Patroclus and Hector, one Argive, one Trojan, both of whom are capable of exactly the same kind of violence as Achilles but who are thought of very differently by their respective comrades and peoples. Achilles is a renowned runner and athlete and a consummate killer. In different circumstances, both Patroclus and Hector reveal themselves as characters who could be capable of being men of peace.
For now, Dear Friend, I close this letter and send you these patchy and incomplete thoughts,
Adrian.