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Monday, April 6, 2015

Enough Already

OH JOY! He finds his lost love...Can you feel my sarcasm? Is it tangible? Because the sarcasm is so thick you should be able to physically see it from your screen.
I don’t know if it’s due to my being in both the medieval romance class and Jane Austen, but I’m just kind of, a little bit, really sick and tired of romance. Maybe it’s because I was once really obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology that I’m slightly biased towards the version where Eurydice dies and Orpheus done screws up and loses her in the end. Who knows. Either way, this version bored me. I’m a cynic. Sue me.

My eyeballs must permanently be stuck in an upright position...it’s literally the same story we’ve been reading all semester. Girl gets kidnapped, boy is sad, boy goes on quest, boy wins, everyone is really happy. What would have been a cool twist was having Cerberus eat Orfeo or something. Not lazily wrapping up the ending with unicorns and rainbows. Lame. The ending was so ridiculous, it’s almost as if they didn’t know how to really write it so they just threw ink across the page and said “close enough.”
I might be coming off a tad harsh...so let me say something nice. It was nifty how the ladies had falcons as pets. I liked that. I wish I had a falcon as a pet….I would totally use it to send messages...if I had people to send messages to. Damn.
Back to the story, after my sharp turn down the rabbit hole, I’m not sure if it was a direct reference to the original but the name dropping of “snakes that past him glide” (253) was interesting. That whole section was actually interesting. It detailed his descent(ten bloody years) into a hermit, comparing and contrasting his nobility to the poor rank he fell to. “Ermine robes...leaves and grass...castles...freezing weather…” (241-247). It really brought into perspective this King Orfeo lost everything when he lost his love. Same ol’ story but it was a nice few lines.
Lastly, the appendix, let me just take a moment to revel in the appendix. “...like smoke dispersing in air, she was gone” (498-499). Beautiful. I love this version. Just the tragedy and the loss, I love it. Something about the hero not winning pleases me.
Side note, I looked up the different types of harps, because I was curious if he had a mini harp or something, and there are a lot of harps in the world. Even a harp guitar.
This is obviously not a harp guitar.