Classical Love

Lust abounds in Euripides' tragedy Hippolytos, written in 428 B.C.E., translated by Robert Bagg in 1973. I suppose the Greeks thought it was really about being careful what you say about the gods, but what I found most illuminating was the lust.

Hippolytos is an upright man who reveres the gods, except for one Aphrodite, who he despises and is outright rude to. He's contemptuous of sex and love. Aphrodite gets pissed off and decides to punish him. She accomplishes this by making Phaidra, his father's wife (though not his own mother), fall into mad crazy uncontrollable lust with him. She is so ashamed that she is driven half crazy. Finally her nurse gets the truth out of her and goes to Hippolytos. She first swears him to secrecy then propositions him on Phaidra's behalf. Hippolytos is disgusted and says no, and only keeps quiet because he made an oath and he can't break that. Phaidra is very upset at what the nurse has done. She decides the only way to save her honour is to kill herself and write a suicide note in which she says she did it because Hippolytos tried to rape her (interestingly, Hippolytos describes this later as an honourable act, even as  Theseus, his dad, banishes him for it -- I would have thought the honourable would have been undercut by the horrible lying and slander and ruining of an innocent's life, but no).

As I read the first pages, I thought I the insertion of gods' deeds into human emotions was about to start reading as false or artificial, but that was sadly underestimating Euripides. A god who instills lust in someone's soul against her will can be made to explain the human feelings and emotions just as plausibly as any naturalistic explanation. This is Phaidra, who has been acting like a madwoman for several days and refusing to tell anyone what is wrong with her:

I am being violently shoved
somewhere I must not go.
Where? My mind's going, I feel unclean,
twisted into this madness
by the brawn of a god who hates me.

Passions are foisted upon one despite what one would wish. I guess I sometimes think that there's a give and take between what we're spontaneously drawn to and what we decide. But it is more like someone's stuck their hand into you and used you like a puppet. That's what Phaidra feels and even with the personified gods the sense is totally realistic. And so the addition of the gods, rather than being an a sideshow that I had to ignore, was a brilliant highlight, causing me to reflect on what other mechanisms I could use to explain that passion, and whether it was more believable to say something like, chemicals in the brain, or biological imperative. No, "I'm being used like a sock puppet" is a much better explanation, because it gives a better sense of what it's like.

(incidentally, though I'm no real position to judge, my impression was that Bagg, who is also a poet, did a very good translation).

One problem I had with Aphrodite's ways was, why do it by tormenting Phaidra, the wife? I don't mind that Phaidra dies, I know lots of people have to die before the curtain falls and despite being one of those people who's overly squeamish about fictional violence, I'm resigned to that. But shouldn't Hippolytos' punishment for not giving her the respect she's due be that he suffers from some horrible stomach-twisting stronger-than-him passion? Not that being killed isn't a meaningful punishment and all, but Phaidra gets both. Why not have it be him? Is it part of the implicit logic of the allegory that I was conceiving above that even Aphrodite can't make someone lustful if their nature doesn't tend that way? There might be some reason why she thought it would be a crueler victory, but I can't imagine why. Maybe because he doesn't have to feel any guilt, and guilt would make him feel he deserved death, which in some way alleviates the suffering, since if he's totally innocent he just gets to feel outraged and hard done by. But that's a little disappointing. Some readers (me) might not mind if Hippolytos didn't get to feel so innocent, since he's really kind of a schmuck, prone to making speeches like this:

I'm too plain-spoken
to overwhelm a crowd
I'm more at home pursuing rigorous
enlightenment with a few wise friends.

I.e., I'm too smart to talk convincingly to a big crowd of people. Whatever, H. Is that supposed to come off as charming? That and a lot of other things he says just seem pompous. Which I guess I felt worked well with the book. He's morally upright but obnoxious, that's why he draws Aphrodite's wrath down on himself. He's not under the radar enough when he disrespects the goddess. I would have liked it if it was intimated that the other characters see he's an ass but they don't seem to, and Artemis, another goddess, thinks he's awesome (he also thinks he's awesome, describes himself as the most virtuous man on earth). But I suppose a tragic hero has to be complex, and his element of complexity is having a lame personality. Phaidra, who is the one who struggles, is the more interesting character.