If not Euripides, then Who?
6 October 2018
One annoying thing about this play is that when I typed the name into Goodreads I ended up with a whole heap of books on monkeys. The other thing is that this particularly ancient Greek tragedy seems to be rather obscure. I would say that it was written by Euripides but it turns out that there is an awful lot of doubt as to his authorship. In fact it seems as if the only reason it had been lumped with his works is because the original compilers simply assumed that it was one of his. The problem is that there is debate, even now, as to whether he wrote it, though the fact that we have it suggests that there might be some credence because it would have come down to us as a part of the volume of Euripedan plays that managed to escape the destruction of the ancient world.
The play is set during the Trojan War, though if I hadn’t had mentioned that and you guessed then chances are that you would have been right, namely because out of all of the settings of the plays that we have, the Trojan War, and the events surrounding it, seem to be pretty common. Then again, the subject seemed to be pretty popular among the Greeks, and I suspect that that probably had a lot to do with Homer and his writings, though no doubt they would have had access to a lot of other things that we don’t have access to.
So, the play is set during one of the scenes in the Iliad, where Odysseus is going on a scouting mission into the Trojan camp. At the same time Rhesus, the king of Thrace, arrives to assist the Trojans. However, the Trojan’s aren’t all that happy because the Thracians basically took their time to turn up. Well, Rhesus has an excuse of his own, namely that he happened to be fighting his own war with the Scythians, and they couldn’t spare any troops to assist the Trojans. Anyway, Odysseus rocks up, and is about to kill Hector, when one of the pesky gods (Athena) gets in the way and tells him that he can’t kill Hector, but he can go to town on Rhesus, which he does.
That’s a rather interesting event, the fact that the deus-ex-machina happens in the middle of the play as opposed to the end, which is what one would expect in Euripides’ plays. It also turns out that Rhesus is the child of a muse, who is rather upset that her son has been killed, and desires to exact revenge on all those involved. Hmm, it seems that Odysseus has added another divine enemy to the list of divine enemies that seems to be lining up waiting to exact some form of punishment on him.
I can’t say that this was a particularly delightful play, but it is one that I can now add to the collection that I’ve read. Mind you, the only version that I have of it happens to be a part of a collection that was given to me by some lady at church, namely because she didn’t feel that this particular collection would be appropriate to send to Africa to form a part of a school. I’d probably disagree, considering the library of one of the Bible Colleges that I did a couple of subjects at had some very interesting books amongst their collection. Then again, some Christians seem to want to censor any works that don’t line up with their own doctrine – Harry Potter comes to mind, as does a number of other works of literature.
However, the whole Euripidean authorship is something that intrigues me, which is why I suspect it was never included among the Penguin collections that I happen to have. If it was Euripidean, then so be it, but if it wasn’t, it actually adds to our collection of playwrights from the ancient world. The problem is that we don’t know who wrote it, or when it was written. It could quite well have been written during that period of Athenian history when the empire was in decline, and the great playwrights had become a distant memory. Maybe the author wanted it to be attributed to Euripides, just in case it survived, or maybe was using Euripides’ plays as a template to write his own. In fact, it could be the case that the only reason the plays of the great Tragedians survived was because they were actually written down and kept, where as the lesser known playwrights were forgotten, simply because the plays were not transcribed to paper, and like the Doctor Who episodes of old, were thrown out because they needed the space.