All that you've seen here is God New versions of four Greek tragedies : Ajax, Philoctetes, and Women of Trachis by Sophocles & Prometheus bound by Aeschylus

Sophocles

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Published
New York : Vintage Books, a division of Penguin Random House LLC 2015.
Language
English
Greek, Ancient (to 1453)
Main Author
Sophocles (author, -)
Other Authors
Bryan Doerries (translator), Aeschylus
Physical Description
[xvi], 464 pages ; 21 cm
ISBN
9780307949738
  • Ajax / Sophocles
  • Philoctetes / Sophocles
  • Prometheus bound / Aeschylus
  • Women of Trachis / Sophocles.
Review by Library Journal Review

The searing, harrowing power of classical Greek tragedy derives from its unsparing confrontation of competing moral claims. There are no easy answers. As such it remains profoundly contemporary and relevant for those coming to grips with the wounds of war and other traumas, physical, psychological, and spiritual. Writer and director Doerries, founder of Theater of War and artistic director of Outside the Wire, has translated selected plays by Sophocles and Aeschylus to initiate dialog and healing for servicemen and -women, veterans, and their families. The play Ajax is applicable to those suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), while Philoctetes offers insight into the condition of the disabled veteran. Prometheus Bound probes the tensions among duty, honor, and freedom, as does the Women of Trachis, which also explores mercy killing. Each of the plays confronts trauma and suffering and our difficult responses to them. Doerries's translations are free, eschewing the formal and linguistic properties of the Greek; nevertheless they vividly demonstrate the power and enduring relevance of the originals. VERDICT While not appropriate for students of classical drama, these translations are highly recommended as swift, accessible, and actable.-Thomas L. Cooksey, formerly with Armstrong Atlantic State Univ., Savannah © Copyright 2015. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

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CHARACTERS (in order of appearance) Odysseus: the director of Greek intelligence Ajax: a formidable warrior Athena: the goddess of war Chorus: the sailors and soldiers of Ajax Tecmessa: the battle-won wife of Ajax Eurysaces: their three-year-old son Messenger: a soldier of the Greek army Teucer: the half brother of Ajax Menelaus: the deputy commander of the Greek army Agamemnon: the commander of the Greek army Odysseus appears at dawn--low to the ground--darting in and out of shadows. He is searching for a safe place to wait for A jax . Athena startles him, a voice at the borders of darkness. Athena    Why am    I never    surprised,    son of Laertes,    to catch you    stalking    an enemy    at daybreak,    like a blood-    hound after    some scent,    tracking foot-    prints behind    the tents    where Ajax    and his men    hold down    the battle line?        You wish    to know if    he's inside,     soaked     in sweat     from the     slaughter?     Then tell me     what you've     come to do,     and you may     learn from one     who knows. Odysseus     Dearest Athena,     guardian goddess,     though your shape     evades my eyes,     I hear you clearly     in my mind, like     the tune of a song     to which I somehow     know the words.     I'm circling     in on an enemy,     just as you've guessed,     close on his heels.     I have come     for Ajax,     the one     we called     the "shield."     It is he alone whom I now hunt.     Last night,     he did some-    thing vile,     some vile     thing, some-    thing un-    imaginable,     if he is the one,     we cannot be sure,     still shaken by     the sight of it,     and so they     sent me here to     confirm what     he has done.     All of our cattle     are dead, and     the men who     tended them,     hacked to pieces,     butchered by     a hand--his,     we think--for     one of our men     swears to have     seen him sprinting     across the field     with a wet sword.     As soon as I heard,     I was on the case,     following the tracks,     which led me here,     but I've been thrown     by strange markings     in the mud and cannot     find him anywhere.     You have     arrived,     as always,     at the right     moment     to guide     me with     your hand.              Athena steps out of the shadows. Athena     Obviously, Odysseus, I came to help with the hunt. Odysseus     Then I am on the right track? Athena     He is the one you describe: the killer of cows. Odysseus     A reckless gesture, but why did he do it? Athena     Black bile--blinding rage--over the arms of Achilles. Odysseus     But what drove him to attack the animals? Athena     In his mind, their blood was yours.   Odysseus     He wished to kill the Greeks? Athena     Affirmative.     He would have completed his mission     had I not been paying attention. Odysseus         Where did he find the courage to do it? Athena     He stalked you quietly in the night. Odysseus     How close did he come to his target? Athena         Close enough to strike the generals. Odysseus         And what contained his bloodlust? Athena     I did.         I robbed him     of the pleasure     of cutting you     to pieces,     raining on     his death     parade,     distracting     him with     visions of     bovine foes     grazing in     the fields     under     the watchful     eyes of simple     herdsmen.     He descended     upon them     with full fury,     ripping out horns     with his hands,     slitting throats     and snapping     spines, at one     point squeezing     the life from     a general, then     taking the lives     of other officers,     or so he thought,     trembling from     contamination.     I stoked his rage,     driving him deeper     into the snare.     Finally tired from     all the killing,     he bound and     gagged his sad     prisoners, those     pitiful few cows     and sheep some-    how still standing,     and rounded them     up for the death     march back to his     camp, convinced     they were men.     He tortures them inside the tent.     And now I will     expose you     to his illness,     so you may see     it with your     own eyes.     Stand there,     like a man.     He won't     hurt you,     as long as     I am here.     Don't worry.     I will hide you     in his blind spot;     he won't see you     in the shadows.              Athena turns and shouts toward the tent.     You, there,     in the tent,     stretching     prisoners     on the rack,     put down     your ropes;     report to me     immediately! Odysseus         What are you doing? Lower your voice. Athena     Watch what you say. Someone might call you a coward. Odysseus     Please, Athena, by the gods, let him stay inside the tent. Athena         He's only a man, not to be feared, the same as before. Odysseus         He was and is my enemy. Athena     Well isn't it satisfying to laugh at an enemy? Odysseus         It would please me more if he stayed within. Athena     Are you afraid to gaze upon a maniac? Odysseus         When he was sane, I would have met his stare.   Athena         He won't see you standing before him. Odysseus         Isn't he looking through the same eyes? Athena         I'll shade his eyes and darken his vision. Odysseus     Whatever the goddess wants, she takes. Athena     Stand there silently. Do not move! Odysseus     I must remain, against my wishes. Excerpted from All That You've Seen Here Is God: New Versions of Four Greek Tragedies Sophocles' Ajax, Philoctetes, Women of Trachis; Aeschylus' Prometheus Bound by Sophocles, Aeschylus All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.