By Robin Lane Fox
Robin Lane Fox's "Travelling Heroes: Greeks and their Myths within the Epic Age of Homer" proposes a brand new state of mind approximately historical Greeks, exhibiting how real-life trips formed their legendary stories. The stories of the traditional Greeks have encouraged us for hundreds of thousands of years. yet the place did they originate? Esteemed classicist Robin Lane Fox attracts on a lifetime's wisdom of the traditional international, and on his personal travels, to open up the age of Homer. His acclaimed background explores how the intrepid seafarers of eighth-century Greece sailed round the Mediterranean, encountering unusual new attractions - volcanic mountains, vaporous springs, large prehistoric bones - and weaving them into the myths of gods, monsters and heroes that might develop into the cornerstone of Western civilization: the Odyssey and the Iliad. "A appealing evocation of a tantalizing world..."Travelling Heroes" is a "tour de force"". (Rowland Smith, "Literary Review"). "Lyrical, passionate ...his excellent gift is to make this long-ago international a bright, notable and occasionally scary position ...a impressive story". (Elizabeth Speller, "Sunday Times"). "Original, bold and arguably life-enhancing ...produced with a sweeping narrative flourish invaluable of a cinematographer or screenwriter". (Paul Cartledge, "Independent"). "Lane Fox argues his case with great type and verve ...learned, and continually lively". (Mary Beard, "Financial Times"). Robin Lane Fox (b. 1946) is a Fellow of recent collage, Oxford, and a college Reader in historic background. His different books comprise "The Classical World", "Alexander the Great", "Pagans and Christians" and "The Unauthorized Version". He used to be historic consultant to Oliver Stone at the making of Stone's movie "Alexander", for which he waived all his charges given that he might participate in the cavalry cost opposed to elephants which Stone staged within the Moroccan desolate tract.
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