mythology meme: 1/2 mythological objects- The Apple of Discord
Athena was the goddess of wisdom, but on one occasion she did a very foolish thing; she entered into competition with Hera and Aphrodite for the prize of beauty. It happened thus: At the marriage of Peleus and Thetis all the gods were invited with the exception of Eris. Enraged at her exclusion, the goddess threw a golden apple among the guests, with the inscription, “For the Fairest.” Thereupon Hera, Aphrodite, and Athena each claimed the apple. Zeus, not willing to decide in so delicate a matter, sent the goddesses to Mount Ida, where the beautiful shepherd Paris was tending his flocks, and to him was committed the decision.
The goddesses accordingly appeared before him. Hera promised him power and riches, Athena glory and renown in war, and Aphrodite the fairest of women for his wife, each attempting to bias his decision in her own favor. Paris decided in favor of Aphrodite and gave her the golden apple, thus making the two other goddesses his enemies. Under the protection of Aphrodite, Paris sailed to Greece, and was hospitably received by Menelaus, king of Sparta. Now Helen, the wife of Menelaus, was the very woman whom Aphrodite had destined for Paris, the fairest of her sex. She had been sought as a bride by numerous suitors, and before her decision was made known, they all, at the suggestion of Odysseus, one of their number, took an oath that they would defend her from all injury and avenge her cause if necessary. She chose Menelaus, and was living with him happily when Paris became their guest. Paris, aided by Aphrodite, persuaded her to elope with him, and carried her to Troy, whence arose the famous Trojan war, the theme of the greatest poems of antiquity, those of Homer and Virgil.
Senator Amidala certainly didn’t seem inclined to treat Master Kenobi as a dangerous outlaw… Quite the contrary, in fact: she seemed to have fallen into his arms, and her voice was thoroughly choked with emotion as she expressed a possibly inappropriate level of joy at finding the Jedi still alive.
i actually haven’t read any books by daniel abraham or any of his pseudonyms—yet—but boy howdy he’s convinced me
I’m getting really interested in low prestige stories. Ranting here. Sorry. I understand why people would spend money on something they can proudly display that makes them seem educated or rich or sophisticated. I get the payoff. People think you’re smart. Hawking’s A Brief History of Time was a bestseller, remember? And really, what percentage read it?
And then there’s this other beast. Guilty pleasures and things you want to buy just for your kindle so no one sees the cover when you read it on the subway. They’re the roots of my genre, and they’re what makes the commercial engine run. There is something at the base of genre – and it’s commercial and accessible and low-class and embarrassing – that brings people to what we do, and I think writers turn away from that at our peril. Look at the post that spun off from your Dragon’s Path review about whether fantasy readers are dumber than science fiction readers. That’s a conversation about prestige and pecking order and who is better than whom because of what they read. It’s the same conversation that Margaret Atwood had when she said she didn’t write science fiction. It’s the same one that keeps creative writing programs in college from accepting science fiction and fantasy from the students. People who read literary fantasy look down on people who read urban fantasy who look down on people who read Star Wars tie-ins.
It’s posturing, and it obscures what’s really interesting: what makes a good story and good? That’s not a question you can answer with an aphorism. Figuring that out is a life’s work, and what I’m finding – what I think I’m finding – is that when you stop judging books by what they say about the author’s cleverness or the reader’s education (which is a code word for social class) – when you start looking at pleasure as the critical guide – accessibility isn’t a sin.
Hugo Speer in The Full Monty (1997)
Because Treville playing an extremely fucking adorable gay stripper is extremely relevant.
But… well, Reg, tomorrow the sun will come up again, and I’m pretty sure that whatever happens we won’t have found Freedom, and there won’t be a whole lot of Justice, and I’m damn sure we won’t have found Truth. But it’s just possible I might get a hard-boiled egg.
- Terry Pratchett, “Night Watch”
“No one really needs me,” he says, and there’s no self pity in his voice. It’s true his family doesn’t need him. They will mourn him, as will a handful of friends. But they will get on. Even Haymitch, with the help of a lot of white liquor, will get on. I realize only one person will be damaged beyond repair if Peeta die
#giles had so much faith#broken desperate lost wishverse giles with his faith and trust that this world /must/ be better#i wonder if canon giles - our giles - has even remotely that level of faith#and i think he didn’t#i think he didn’t for the reasons listed in the gifset above (the-elusive-ollie)
"I will not fight you, brother!"
"I’m not your brother. I never was."
3/3 Thor (2011) picspams