After watching Clash of the Titans, which I reviewed below, I started thinking back over some of my favorite Greek myths. When I was a freshman in college, I took Classical Mythology for one of my electives. I'd already studied the ancient stories, but it was very interesting to be in a room with other people who were just as inspired by them as I was. Over the years, I've looked for retellings of my favorites, including the stories of Psyche, Persephone, and Briseis. I've managed to find a few which are really quite good. This particular book is one of those.Radiant Darkness by Emily Whitman is a 2011-2012 Eliot Rosewater nominee. At 270 pages, it isn't a very long book (I read it in only a few hours), nor does it spend much time truly growing the characters, but it was still quite enjoyable. In this story, you hear Persephone's side of things, including how she really ended up as Queen of the Underworld and what the pomegranate had to do with everything. Before reading this book, you should probably look up the basic points of the myth here. It might help you understand the background for why Persephone wants everything set straight.
One reason this book strikes such a chord with me is that it gives Hades a chance. While he still has a selfish side, one which Persephone has to face a time or two, the love he feels for his young wife is also very evident. In the ancient myths, the tales of Zeus' indiscretions are everywhere. Even Poseidon has his fair share. Aside from Hades "abduction" of Persephone, are there really any other tales about Hades chasing after young women? Not that I'm aware of. He didn't find married women...he went and got married himself.
Really the only issue I have with this book was how easily it wraps up in the end. I won't say too much because I don't want to spoil it for anyone, so I'll just leave it as this: just a tad anti-climatic? Don't get me wrong, I love happy endings! Adore them! However, the happy endings usually go down for me a little better when there's more of fight to get to it. Granted, I'm sure it didn't help matters that I knew the basic storyline long before I read the book...
Overall, this was a wonderful retelling and well worth the Eliot Rosewater nomination. Perhaps Persephone could have been a little quicker on her toes here and there, but all things considered not bad at all. Mrs. Whitman does a wonderful job at taking the young goddess of spring from hating eternity to looking forward to every minute of it.
Happy Reading!
Clio
P.S. If any of you are interested, this is a wonderful poem all about Hades and Persephone.
The Return of Persephone - Alec Derwent Hope
Gliding through the still air, he made no sound;
Wing-shod and deft, dropped almost at her feet,
And searched the ghostly regiments and found
The living eyes, the tremor of breath, the beat
Of blood in all that bodiless underground.
She left her majesty; she loosed the zone
Of darkness and put by the rod of dread.
Standing, she turned her back upon the throne
Where, well she knew, the Ruler of the Dead,
Lord of her body and being, sat like stone;
Stared with his ravenous eyes to see her shake
The midnight drifting from her loosened hair,
The girl once more in all her actions wake,
The blush of colour in her cheeks appear
Lost with her flowers that day beside the lake.
The summer flowers scattering, the shout,
The black manes plunging down to the black pit --
Memory or dream? She stood awhile in doubt,
Then touched the Traveller God's brown arm and met
His cool, bright glance and heard his words ring out:
"Queen of the Dead and Mistress of the Year!"
-- His voice was the ripe ripple of the corn;
The touch of dew, the rush of morning air --
"Remember now the world where you were born;
The month of your return at last is here."
And still she did not speak, but turned again
Looking for answer, for anger, for command:
The eyes of Dis were shut upon their pain;
Calm as his marble brow, the marble hand
Slept on his knee. Insuperable disdain
Foreknowing all bounds of passion, of power, of art,
Mastered but could not mask his deep despair.
Even as she turned with Hermes to depart,
Looking her last on her grim ravisher
For the first time she loved him from her heart.
















