I just read Silverberg's euhemeristic retelling of the ancient
Emegirean (Sumerian) "wisdom epic" of Gilgamesh, the burden of which is
the inevitability of death, and the need to live life as best we can in
the face of that dark truth.
His version is workmanlike but uninspired, and doesn't have remotely the
eerie and heartbreaking power of Gardner and Maier's much closer if
(necessarily) syncretic and (beautifully) poetic rendition, where even the
gaps add to the palpable sense of age: the tablets are broken, indeed.
And I really don't understand how anyone could fail to be fascinated by
and do more than Silverberg does with Gilgamesh's weeklong journey in
darkness, emergence into the Garden of the Gods, and meeting with and
being advised by-- are you ready for this?-- Siduri, the Barmaid of the
Gods, whom Silverberg just makes into a hostel-owner.
Basically disappointing.
Maybe Zelazny should take a crack at it, after the manner of _Creatures of
Light and Darkness_ (whoop).
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