This weekend I resumed my long-delayed project of reading straight through Grene and Lattimore’s Complete Greek Tragedies. I started up again with Aeschylus’ The Suppliant Maidens. Almost immediately, things got real. Too real. The Suppliant Maidens is about fifty sisters, refugees from “a holy precinct bordering Syria,” who come to Argos to beg for shelter. … Continue reading To the sea he leads me, like a spider
I'm reading all the extant Greek tragedies in order, and writing about them. First up, The Persians, by Aeschylus.