In a Malta trance

[lobelia321]

My brain has been eaten by that Mediterranean island south of Sicily.

I seem to have three concurrent Malta-fics boiling away on the stove. Last night I fucking dreamed of Brad and Orli. Wtf 111 @_@. I don't even *like* Brad! What's he doing invading my head?

*sighs*

I started reading the Iliad. This is for educational purposes only, of course, not to feed my demented fantasy life. Hah. And I've read versions, of course, but somehow (shock, horror) never the original thing itself. However, the only translation we seem to have in the house is a German one dating back to 1781. It is proving hard going.

(Must buy more up-to-date translation!)

So I embarked on Rosemary Sutcliff's Black Ships before Troy which I found on the children's bookshelf. It's illustrated by none other than Alan Lee. (Yes, he of Jackson-Tolkien-fame.) But it is so tragic! (Which I realise is a completely ridiculous and tautological insight because wasn't it Homer who *defined* tragedy for all other latecomers but there we are.) It's a strange and resonant epic: all about war but not warmongering.





Posted by thejennabides. Diane, someone whom I'm staring at too hard to remember name of, Garrett, Bean.




All the following ones kindly posted by blythely to feed my orc lust! And does it feed it ever! This, people who still don't realise, is Mister Jed Brophy, as seen in Peter Jackson's Heavenly Creatures. The woman is Melanie Lynskey.

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I took the post down because I did the same bit of googling and got the answers! Heh.
And lovely answers they are, too -- it is as if the world is made to serve my fic.