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Ty Nichols's avatar

Mark,

There is a particular ache in every real homecoming, the kind that is never only a return to a place but also a reckoning with the person who once left it, and I think you have laid your finger on exactly the reason the Odyssey has never stopped speaking to us. It is a homecoming long before it is a lesson in how to behave. That is why I want to set one Hebrew word down beside your nostos, gently, because I have come to believe that the two traditions describe a single motion from opposite ends of the ancient world.

The word is teshuvah. Most of us have only ever met it dressed as repentance, a word that picked up a scolding tone it was never born with. Underneath, it means something far simpler and far kinder. It means to return. And in the Hebrew imagination, the turning of a soul back toward God and the long road of a person walking home are not two journeys that happen to rhyme. They are one word, spoken once, meaning both at the same time.

Your reading of the name walks the whole of that road with it. You show Odysseus gambling himself away into Outis, no one, unable to come home until the proud king's name has been laid down and he has agreed, at his own threshold, to be a nobody. The Hebrew story keeps a man who walked that exact path in the dark. Jacob had been twenty years in exile, and on the very night he turned back toward the country that was his home, he was stopped at the river crossing and wrestled to the ground by someone whose name he was not permitted to know. He asked for it and was refused. What he was handed instead was his own name, remade. He came up limping into the land at sunrise, emptied of the heel-grabber he had spent a lifetime being, carrying a wound he had not left with and a name he had not arrived with either. He too had to become nobody at the threshold before he was allowed to remember who he was.

Perhaps that is why Porphyry's cave has stayed with me since I read you. A place lovely and murky at once, whose whole gift is that it tells a man his name, is simply the truth about every one of us, small bees laboring to press a little divine honey into containers made of stone. Thank you for reading Homer with the lamp turned up this high. It has sent me back to my own scriptures with cleaner eyes.

Ty

Peter Strider's avatar

Thank you Mark. I watched Jonathan Pageau's post-viewing report and he has also unpacked a meta-narrative of trickery in a very positive way. Apparently there are insertions of tales from the Aeneid and key figures are literally playing Trojan-horse roles. So it seems there is a great deal to contemplate for anyone wanting to get the most from this film adaptation.

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