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Review: Antigonick, Sophokles (translated by Anne Carson)

I have a tremendous literary crush on Anne Carson. This started when I read her book Nox, which is not only an elegy for her brother and a beautiful artistic object in itself, but also an elegant taking-apart-and-rebuilding of Catullus 101, itself a lament for a deceased brother. She has also been quite wonderful with Sappho, a poet I have always assumed I admire on the basis that Catullus worshiped her and I love Catullus so he’s probably right, and having read If Not, Winter, I see no reason to go back on my earlier assumptions about Sappho. Antigonick is…

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