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Russell Hogg

I talk to the world's best historians and let them tell the stories. And the stories are wonderful! (And occasionally I change the subject and talk about films, philosophy or whatever!).

  1. Sep 8

    The Odyssey - No sex, terrible food

    Armand D'Angour (Professor of Classics at Oxford University and Fellow of Jesus College) gives his take on Chrisopher Nolan's Odyssey and (more to the point) talks about the poem and the poet. Along the way we talk about Emily Wilson's blistering review (which is where the title of this episode comes from). And Armand gives some readings from the poem including this gem of a translation by Alexander Pope (lightly reworked by Armand): Abandoned in neglect poor Argos lay,   unhoused, uncared for, on the public way;  and where the heaps of rank manure were spread   a-swarm with fleas, he made his filthy bed.    As they conversing to the city drew, the faithful dog his ancient master knew:   and recognising well his voice and tread,   pricked up his ears and raised his heavy head.   Seeing Odysseus, him he strove to meet, and tried in vain to crawl and lick his feet;   but strength alone he had to wag his tail  to greet his master, though to no avail.  Deep pity touched Odysseus to his soul,  and down his cheek a tear unbidden stole;   but unperceived he turned his head, and dried   the falling drop, while silently he cried.   "What sorry beast in this abandoned state,”  he asks, “lies helpless at Odysseus’ gate?   His bulk and beauty speak no vulgar praise.   I warrant such a hound saw better days.” To him the older man his head inclined  and said: “He served one of a noble kind –  now long since perished on a distant shore –  who will, alas, behold him nevermore. You should have seen dear Argos bold and young,   swift as a stag, and as a lion strong!   Now time has sapped him, with his master lost  and many years on stormy oceans tossed." So said Eumaeus, and strode on ahead;   and faithful Argos dropped his tired head.  Though twenty long and dismal years had passed,   he’d lived to see his lord again at last.  Now night descends upon his weary eyes:  he wags his feeble tail for joy, and dies.

    The Odyssey - No sex, terrible food
  2. Jul 27

    Lucy Hughes-Hallett on Gabriele D’Annunzio: Poet, Lover, Monster

    This one is about Gabriele D'Annunzio. Italian poet, born in 1863 . . . I can already sense your attention drifting. But hang in there!  A more lurid description would be that he is the poet who seduced over a thousand women. It is still puzzling exactly what women saw in him. As one bewildered woman said: "I have just met D'Annunzio. Can this be the man the great Duse loved? He is small, he is bald, and his teeth are in three different colours." (The great Duse here being Eleonora Duse, the most famous actress of the age.) When war broke out in 1914 Italy very sensibly stayed out of it. But D'Annunzio loved the thought of Italy at war and the blood sacrifice it would involve. So he wrote article after article and eventually returned to Italy, where he gave speech after speech demanding war and encouraging cheering crowds to lynch the peace-lovers in government. He got his way and Italy joined the war in 1915. The war, of course, was a catastrophe.  In fairness to D'Annunzio, he didn't just preach war, he participated. Despite being in his fifties he forced his way in (much to the concern of the government, who thought him more useful as a propagandist than as a corpse). As part of this he flew numerous bombing missions. And ever the poet, when they finally developed a plane strong enough to get him to Vienna he took the opportunity to drop pamphlets he had composed urging them to throw off the Austro-Hungarian imperial yoke and ending: "Today I drop words; next time I will drop bombs." One reason for his love of the war was his belief that Italy was incomplete. Unification had left outside it cities on the Dalmatian coast that many thought were basically Italian (their many non-Italian residents disagreed, of course). So when the Allies treated their Italy with contempt at the peace talks, D'Annunzio decided to act. With a few followers, swelled to thousands by deserting Italian troops, he marched into Fiume, which he ruled as a sort of dictator. The occupation was both comedic and tragic. But the really important thing was the style of the dictatorship. Almost every night D'Annunzio would appear on the balcony giving speeches in a style we'd now instantly recognise as fascist. Meanwhile the real fascists, Mussolini in particular, were watching and thinking ‘This is great, I could use this!’. My guest was Lucy Hughes-Hallett, and her biography of D'Annunzio, The Pike, won the Samuel Johnson Prize. And this episode is terrific!

    Lucy Hughes-Hallett on Gabriele D’Annunzio: Poet, Lover, Monster
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I talk to the world's best historians and let them tell the stories. And the stories are wonderful! (And occasionally I change the subject and talk about films, philosophy or whatever!).

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