A blog tour/chain

I was invited to this new (to me) concept of a blog tour/chain by Sue Perry, author of Was it a Rat I Saw and Scar Jewelry, among other books (check out her web-site). The way this blog tour works is that I answer four questions, then tell you about a couple of writers and their work. They will continue this tour by answering the same questions on their own blogs in two weeks.


1) What am I working on?

I am finishing up a re-telling of a trilogy by Aeschylus. It was written in the 5th century BC,

in what is considered the most exquisite lyric poetry and won the equivalent of the Pulitzer, Oscar or Emmy. No translation that I have read has impressed me as much as the fact that Aeschylus' epitaph does not mention this play or the dozens of others for which he also won similar prizes; it simply states that he serve Athens well and fought bravely at the Battle of Marathon (490 B. C.) The Oresteia, I thought, deserves a modern retelling; I regret that it is not in lyric poetry (one must recognize one's limitations) but "Agamemnon Must Die" will be available before the end of this year.  The truly iconic image to the right is known by scholars as the Mask of Atreus but more popularly as the Mask of Agamemnon (The National Archaeological Museum of Athens which has the original labels it as such).

2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?

"Genre-defying" I am tempted to say, except for the fact that people choose books to read usually because of their authors or the genre. I'd say then that it is historical fiction since Aeschylus' trilogy was based on stories that were well known in classical Greece about the ruling dynasty of Mycenae (the House of Atreus and Agamemnon), but those stories include what we would today consider legends or myths. All this may justify saying that it is historical fiction with much adapted from Greek myths.

3) Why do I write what I do?

I started writing in general with the goal of increasing awareness of Chinese history and classical literature and the "values" inherent in those works and I intend to continue with that goal even as I write the sequels to The Chinese Spymaster (not at all classical) that was published in 2013. But "Agamemnon" is something I felt I needed to write because I had been told all through college that it ranks very high in world literature and I have never understood why. Most writers know the feeling of having a book inside oneself that struggles or screams to be written. Those who have had this experience know also how wonderful it is and how impossible to ignore.

4) How does my writing process work?

Every writer should develop a rhythm to the writing process; after four years, I am still trying to get mine going. The general idea is to work on writing about four hours every day and write a thousand words; I have occasionally managed to do that. But most days I fail and content myself with reading and writing as little as a hundred words. I think it is important for a writer to read seriously; I find that editing is often a distraction from writing new stuff. It remains my goal to get to a thousand words a day, every day--perhaps by the end of this year. I cannot imagine how participants in the Nanowrimo each November achieve what they do.

Now I am pleased to hand off to two talented writers that I know with the hope that everyone will gain something from this exercise of promotion by independent writers.

Marta (Masis) Adint-Weeks is a writer and entrepreneur who lives in the peaceful foothills of Northern California. She is looking into publishing the first novel of her science-fiction/fantasy trilogy: VIRGINS. Also her book of poetry: A Seat On The Bus. Has a degree in liberal arts and over thirty years employment in government and private industry as program manger, researcher, counselor, and trainer. Has freelanced for Sacramento CBS–Arts Culture, Examiner.com, Ex-And-The-City, and others.

Marta's website

Rebecca Hazell is an award winning writer whose nonfiction books for children were published in English, Korean, and Greek, and distributed by Scholastic and Mercy Corps. She now has applied her talents to an epic trilogy of novels. Set during the Mongol invasions of the thirteenth century, they sweep the heroine, and the reader, from the doomed city of Kiev into the Middle Eastern conflicts between Crusaders, Sunnis, and Assassins and finally to the world of the French Inquisition.

Rebecca's website 

 

The Furies defy Apollo

Though often described as crones, gorgons or even harpies, I have chosen instead to have the Furies (Greek, erinyes) represented here by a scene from a 4th century Greek vase now in a museum in Karlsruhe, Germany. In my own imagination, they are much older and wingless. The chapter with the title above follows--

Orestes and his companions awoke to a noisy commotion in the shrine. They saw Kalkhas and his assistant confronting three or four creatures that looked like old women dressed in many layers of rags and covered with snakes; perhaps it was so because when they spoke what everyone heard were hisses that almost drowned out their voices. Their appearance suggested that they should smell of sulphur and hell-fire, yet around them swirled a smell mostly of the earth, of deep and old earth.

“You have no right to be here,” intoned Kalkhas. “This shrine is dedicated to Lord Apollo, son of Zeus Almighty. Orestes whom you seek for your foul purposes has been purified by Bright Apollo himself. You have no power over him!”

What would you know about our powers?

You are but Apollo’s servant.

We are more ancient even than Zeus,

Though we bow before his thunderbolts.

Him that we seek has shed his mother’s

Blood, such pollution Apollo—

Even though he rides with the sun

And spreads great pestilence among

The armies and the cities of men—

Cannot forgive, cleanse or absolve.

One who has shed his mother’s blood

Is damned forever; we would devour

Such a monster …

The Furies, ancient divine beings that tended to the fate of men and the world, were interrupted by the appearance of Apollo himself, radiant in anger and self-importance:

Such crones as you dare to intrude into my shrine?

You fail to reckon on the passing of power to a new era.

Even as Ouranos was supplanted by Chronos

And him by his son Zeus, father of us all.

You dare belittle my power to absolve what you call pollution.

Know then that Zeus has deemed the morality of men in need

Of proper and orderly management and

Will bring an end to the senseless cycles of blood feuds.

Such vengeance as you speak of is either too little

Or too much and depends on inflamed passions.

His audience, however, was far from cowed by his appearance or his claims and retorted:

We hear what you have to say

And long have seen that what you do

Seem to mock your own high goals.

Zeus himself has favored Herakles,

And waged war on Priam’s city.

Why else do you favor Agamemnon?

And now wish to exempt his son

From full and just retribution

For slaying his own mother, pah!

How just and proper is that!

Apollo in turn protested:

Agamemnon was far from being my favorite among

The Greeks. He prolonged the agony of war before

Priam’s gate by refusing the ransom offered by Chryses

My priest, who pleased me with his manifold devotion,

For his daughter, Chryseis. The fool claimed she was more

Fit to be his queen than Clytemnestra. So he

Boasted and kept Chryseis to warm his bed a year

Despite the pestilence I sent among the Greeks.

Then when his chiefs and men persuaded him that she

Should be given up in ransom, he took Briseis from

Brilliant Achilles. That fool, idiot, Agamemnon.

I do this not for him at all, but to uphold

The law that fathers and kings are sacred to Zeus.

Furies:

Then why protect his son Orestes?

For the son killed his mother.

Are mothers less than fathers and kings?

Do they not deserve to be avenged?

Apollo:

Because she had shed blood first, that of Agamemnon.

His sin is less; he must avenge the father she slew.

Furies:

That blood-guilt is not the same;

Man and wife are not kin, though wrong

This sin is less than matricide.

Our role is to avenge the shedding

Of family blood, the worst

Of crimes, the most impious.

Apollo:

Do you then belittle the bonds of marriage?

Such as is made sacred by Aphrodite, Hera,

Zeus himself, even by Hestia, his older sister.

Further, to the sacred rituals should be added

The vows of parents and even of clans and nations.

Those are what bind man and wife more than their blood.

Your fine distinction is strained and weak; murder

Is the taking of any life. But to kill a

King who must, Zeus-like, give order to a city,

We deem a crime that demands vengeance, thus

We urged Orestes on to his glorious deed.

Furies:

You call glorious what we assert

To be heinous murder. A mother

Is closer and dearer than anyone

And ought to be revered above all.

Apollo:

Not so, for a child is born of the seed of a man,

He places that seed in a woman only temporarily

Until it is ready for the world and its fate.

The mother gives nothing but a space for the seed

Which she gives up when time is ripe and birth fitting.

Furies:

Your words are childish and ignorant—

Apollo:

Athena, goddess of wisdom was not born of a mother.

Furies:

The exception that proves the rule.

But we will stay and bandy words

No more with you. You cannot cleanse

Orestes of the pollution of the

Blood of his mother. Surrender

Him to us; we will suck out his

Stained blood, polluted as it is.

Apollo shone brilliantly as ever, full of Olympian majesty. But the Furies walked through his barriers as if they did not exist. In a towering rage, he summoned his chariot drawn by the fire-horses that drew it at his behest. He would have ascended to Olympus and called on Father Zeus to smite the Furies with his thunderbolts. But Hermes appeared briefly and whispered to him and then to Kalkhas before disappearing.

Greatly humiliated and offended, Apollo cast a spell to put the Furies to sleep—he could not fight them but apparently he, like Hermes, could delay them. Then he whispered briefly with Kalkhas and vanished. The seer approached Orestes and his party and told them:

“Lord Apollo has cast a spell to put the Furies to sleep. It will hold them for a few days. Meanwhile, you need to go to Athens and supplicate the goddess Athena for her protection. She is not there now but Lord Hermes has gone to fetch her from her errands. It is to Athena that you must go, and quickly.”

Without another word, Orestes led his party out and got on the way to Attica and Athens. “So much for the promises of a god,” he muttered.

“His dreams were strong and the headaches real enough,” responded Pylades.

“You all do not have to come with me on this quest,” announced Orestes after they had ridden for a while. “If Athena can save me, well and good. If even she cannot, the Furies will kill me whether or not anyone else is there.”

          “But Orestes,” contended Pylades amiably. “We want to keep you company; besides, I’ve never seen Athens.”