Australian Blade Ed 2 Sep 2017
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Review - Beowulf<br />
Book<br />
Harriss<br />
Chris<br />
Now I don’t pretend to be anything I’m not. Except sober. I’ve pretended to be<br />
sober a few times! So in writing this article I’m not pretending to be an authority<br />
on classical literature, which Beowulf is. Neither am I pretending to be an<br />
authority on Wootz and Damascus. And what the heck has classical literature got<br />
to do with knives anyway? Well it all started at Brisbane airport when I decided I<br />
needed something to read on the plane home. There was nothing in the trendy<br />
coffee-shop-come-bookstore that interested me. I’d either read it, it didn’t interest<br />
me, it was too pooncey or too expensive. Now I’ve never been accused of being a<br />
poonce but I have been accused of being a tight arse! Anyway the tight arse in me<br />
settled on the Penguin Classics - Beowulf. It was $12.99, my flight was being<br />
called and I thought “How bad could it be? It’s a classic!” So I grabbed it.<br />
Beowulf is sometimes described as the oldest surviving poem in Old English. The story is thought to have been<br />
first committed to writing between 700 to 1000 AD, but the actual tale is apparently much older. After sailing from<br />
Geatland (an area in southern Sweden) in the sixth century, Beowulf leads a band of warriors to assist Hrothgar,<br />
King of the Danes who is being monstered in his mead-hall (boozer) by a troll. Grendel-the-troll keeps sneaking<br />
into the boozer at night and eating the drunks that have crashed there. Every time he does it, he leaves a mess!<br />
There’s blood all over the place and it’s not real good for business.<br />
So Beowulf and his boys land in Denmark, there’s some introductions and a good old Viking booze up in the mead-<br />
hall, which the Danes call Heorot. After everyone’s smashed and the speeches are over, the drunks all crash for the<br />
night. Meanwhile old Grendel’s been watching from afar and when everything’s quiet thinks “You bewdy! Time for<br />
a feed!” and scarpers on down. But Beowulf was just playing possum, so when Grendel rocks up, Beowulf jumps up,<br />
grabs him and just like Aunty Jack (Google her if you’re too young!) rips his bloody arm off! Grendel cracks the<br />
sads and feeling pretty armless, racks off and dies. Next day everyone reckons Beowulf is a bloody good bloke.<br />
They all have another big booze up and crash in the mead-hall again with Grendel’s honking big arm hanging as a<br />
trophy above the door.<br />
When Grendel’s mum finds out what befell her boy, she goes absolutely spak and surprise, surprise attacks the<br />
boozer. She kills the King’s favourite thane (nobleman) “…clutched him to herself” and flees into the night.<br />
Beowulf then has to track this “water hag” to a pool tinged with blood, the entrance to her lair. So wearing armour<br />
Beowulf decides he’s going to dive in and sort the witch out. In one translation, the sword Hrunting was loaned to<br />
Beowulf before he dives in and was described thus.<br />
"And another item lent by Unferth<br />
at that moment of need was of no small importance:<br />
the brehon handed him a hilted weapon,<br />
a rare and ancient sword named Hrunting.<br />
The iron blade with its ill-boding patterns<br />
had been tempered in blood. It had never failed<br />
the hand of anyone who hefted it in battle,<br />
anyone who had fought and faced the worst<br />
in the gap of danger. This was not the first time<br />
it had been called to perform heroic feats”<br />
1. Seamus Heaney, (trans., 2002). Beowulf: A Verse Translation (Norton Critical <strong>Ed</strong>ition, NY, W.W. Norton, 2002) page 39.