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I don't know yet just how good Christopher Logue's new book is, finally published here. Pretty bloody good. It's the killing parts of the Iliad if Christian Bok were to write them using all the vowels. Logue beats, just browbeats, Butler, Fagles, Lattimore, Fitzgerald. Pope? I don't know. I don't know why there are thirteen used copies at Amazon:
King Ivan Kursk, 22.30 hrs,
July 4th to 14th '43, 7000 tanks engaged,
'. . . he clambered up and pushed a stable-bolt
Into that Tiger-tank's red-hot machine-gun's mouth
And bent the bastard up. Wowee!'
Where would we be if he had lost?
Achilles? Let him sulk.