For Real Friday: Persephone

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There’s been this thing going around online where Mom’s take pictures of their houses in whatever shape they happen to be in and post it as For Real Friday. It’s to combat the unrealistic expectations of perfect super moms. It’s awesome. But I wanted to put my own twist on it by discussion the real issues reflected in the myth of the week. Myths, stories, they do that. They both inform and reflect the culture around them. Stories have always confirmed our worst fears, or worst faults, and our values.

These For Real Fridays are going to talk about the reflection of modern culture in modern retellings of the myth for a couple different reasons. First, I’m interested in how the myths resonate with us now. The now is why we’re still retelling the myths, reshaping them to match our worldview. Secondly, I’m not an expert on Greek culture. I know a lot about the mythology and a passing bit about the culture but not enough for an informed piece of writing by any means. If you’re interested in learning all the potential readings of the Persephone myth and the culture they reflect, I highly encourage you to read the book Life’s Daughter/Death’s Bride. It’s amazing and incredibly informative.

Monday, I told the original (and take that word with a grain of salt. Myths work like the telephone game. They change a bit with each retelling)  Persephone myth. I also discussed how I think this particular myth inspires so many retellings because it feels incomplete. It’s missing Persephone’s voice. On Wednesday, I listed off several modern adaptations of the myth that more or less addressed that issue.

Part of the reason I feel the Persephone myth feels off to modern readers, why Persephone isn’t given a voice, is because she’s treated like an object not a person. She’s a prize for Hades, something to be given away by Zeus, something to be stolen from Demeter. Unfortunately that world view isn’t limited to ancient Greece. Women are constantly objectified in the media. There’s a great Ted Talk that goes into the realities and consequences of that fact far better than I ever could. One of the consequences of this type of objectification is that it encourages rape and rape culture.

Rape is the obvious real world issue presented in the Persephone myth.

When I started outlining Persephone, I knew I wanted Hades to be the good guy. To do that, the mere implication of rape had to be removed from his part in the myth. He couldn’t be a good guy if that was part of his character. But beyond that I struggled. Did I want to completely remove the threat of rape from the story? On the one hand, yes. Rape and threat of rape is used to raise the stakes in almost every major plot line be it TV, movies, video games, or books. The way it’s portrayed in most cases is a problem because it glorifies it. Rape shouldn’t be an exciting plot twist that resolves within an episode or two. It also shouldn’t be presented as an inevitable reality.  But on the other hand rape is a reality.  One in five women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetimes which in’t surprising given that one in three men admit they would rape a woman if they thought they could get away with it. As rape is a very under reported crime, it’s likely that particular statistic is not an exaggeration.  One in five women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetimes which in’t surprising given that one in three men admit they would rape a woman if they thought they could get away with it. . Adding insult to injury, victim blaming and cover ups are prevalent with rape. Rape is a very under reported crime. Victims are silenced and shamed either by their abuser or by society or both. I didn’t want to be a part of that silence either.

There’s a lot out there saying that Persephone wasn’t really raped because the culture viewed rape differently, pretend abductions were part of ancient Greek marriage rites and she was a willing participant, or the word rape meant something else entirely (to seize, snatch, or carry off) in the original Greek, but the Roman interpretation put the sexual spin on it. To me, that felt a lot like the way real life rape victim’s accounts are rewritten to show that they actually did consent. If they hadn’t wanted it, why would they have been there, drinking that or wearing this. Why wouldn’t they have said x or y? Clearly she was asking for it.

***Disclaimer*** As someone who studies this stuff I have to point out there is merit to the theory that Persephone was not actually raped but willingly married. More than merit actually. There’s few bits of the myth that could be interpreted to mean Persephone went to Hades of her own volition (brilliantly reimagined in the novel Radiant Darkness) and ate the seeds on purpose. I’m not trying to say that those bits of facts are victim blaming, but that to me, a modern reader living in a modern culture, they made me think of that, so I wasn’t comfortable writing that version of the myth either. ***

So, I took the middle road. There’s a threat, but it’s not from Hades. That threat doesn’t function as an exciting bit of pacing, it alters my character and her view of the world, and the character responsible for the threat is not treated with moral ambiguity. As the series progresses there’s a lot more implications of, direct threats of, and featured characters who are victims of rape. At no point are these portrayals meant to be exciting. I’m writing about Greek mythology, rape is a pretty central theme and sugar coating that is just as harmful as using it as an exciting plot point.

Rape, objectification, and rape culture are just a few of the for real issues brought up in the myth of Persephone. Can you think of anymore? Or can you expand on the way something in the myth touched on these real world issues? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Way Back Wednesday: Persephone in Popular Culture

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There’s a reason myths survive for centuries on end. Something within them resonates with us, so we change them, twist them, adapt them to fit our current mindset and culture. Personally, I think the Persephone myth has resonated so much and sprung so many retellings is because the original tale feels incomplete. We don’t get Persephone’s perspective. I went over the Persephone myth on Monday. Here, I’m going to share some of my favorite variations on the myth. I’m limiting this list to stuff that’s come out in my lifetime. Ovid’s twist on the myth was great and all, but looking at the way we’re transforming the myth now, can tell you a lot about what’s changed from now to then and what hasn’t. The retelling I grew up with shaped my view of the myth and influenced the way I changed my own.

So here are the top five favorite Persephone retellings that influenced my view of the myth when I wrote Persephone. Chime in the comments below with your own 🙂

Beauty and the Beast

Yes, this is based on the classic fairy tail, but the classic fairy tale has strong roots in the Persephone myth (and the Psyche myth and about a dozen others, but right now we’re not focusing on that one) and the Disney retelling took it a bit further. Think about it, you’ve got your beautiful, bright, sunshiney girl (come on, Belle’s color is even yellow) imprisoned over a misunderstanding with a flower. She’s held captive from spring to winter in a dark castle shrouded by magic.

That alone would be enough, but let’s look at the other parallels. You’ve got a massive age difference (Beast was 21 when the castle was cursed. I’m assuming it froze his age in place otherwise what a jerk of a witch to curse an 11 year old for not answering the door for a stranger?) There are major levels of hell happening (or would you enjoy spending twenty years frozen as a fork?). And I haven’t even gone into the magical flower significance thing.

Phantom of the Opera

Okay, so the broadway and subsequent movie of Phantom are adaptions from the book Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux, which is in and of itself a retelling of the Beauty and the Beast fairy tale with an opera house twist. But then it got really popular as an opera so there are some echoes of this in Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. So layers upon layers in this. But it’s absolutely a Persephone retelling, only unlike most of my other examples, the Hades character is considered the bad guy at the end of the movie. Oh sure, the “angel of music” is a tragically misunderstood bad guy, but no one was cool with him dragging Christine to the dark and creepy underworld of the Opera House for a forced wedding. And again, we’ve got a flower of great significance. She’s not flattered by his romantic attentions, she’s terrified. It’s important that there are versions of this myth being retold that acknowledge the darkness of the original myth.

The Forbidden Game series by L.J Smith


I *loved* this book when I was younger. To the point of obsession. Seriously, read it. It’s amazing. Technically, this book was about Norse mythology, but the Persephone/Hades comparison was brought up by the characters in the book and it fit really well. Julian is a shadow man who falls in love with a bright, sunny, Californian native named Jenny. He tricks her and her friends into crossing into his realm through a game. They’ve got until Midnight to win/escape. But if they lose, he gets to keep Jenny’s soul.

So again, you’ve got the naive girl who personifies spring and all things innocent a new catching the eye of a dark soul living in a “shadow” realm. He lures her there through trickery, not unlike the pomegranate seeds Persephone was tricked into eating. And spoiler alert, she escapes, only to realize she’s still bound to him because of something she did while in his realm. There’s also a lot of flower symbolism.

Spirited Away

There’s a lot more undertones happening in Spirited Away than the Persephone myth, so I wouldn’t exactly call it a retelling, but it still has a lot of elements from the Persephone myth. Chihiro’s family is trapped in the spirit realm because they ate the food there. When Chihiro is accepted into the realm, she is given a new name, just like Kora/Persephone.

Legend

This movie essentially is the Persephone myth, only she gets rescued and there are unicorns. Unicorns, by the way, symbolize innocence, so there’s some significance there.

So basically, the Lord of Darkness decides he wants to kill the last two unicorns of the forest (innocence) and bring darkness to all the land. To do this, he needs a certain princess who is pure of heart, to touch the unicorns and make them vulnerable. When the princess sees the unicorns while playing in the forest and touches one, the trap is sprung. The unicorn she touched has his horn cut off and winter descends upon the land with the loss of that innocence.

Later the princess herself is captured and dragged down the the Lord of Darkness’ realm. He’s attracted to her because she’s innocent and pure so he tries to make her his queen. She’s eventually restored to the normal world and winter ends. A lot more happens in Legend, there’s this whole other protagonist and Lilly is an intelligent princess with some major agency. I’m just pointing out the Persephone parallels.

Those were my top five retellings of the Persephone myth when I was growing up. One thing they all have in common is giving the Persephone figure a voice. I really do think the reason this myth is set on repeat in our culture is that it feels unfinished in its original form. What retelling or Persephone inspired story finished the tale for you?

Mythology Monday: Persephone

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I touched the flower, feeling the silky petal brush against my hand. The wind pushed me forward forcefully. My bag of pomegranate seeds blew over, spilling around the poppy. My dress flapped against my ankles as chills shot across my skin. I heard crackling and spun around to see the ground freezing around the flower.
The frost crept toward me. The branches above me stretched toward my face, ice inching along the branches. I heard a loud snap and a massive branch broke from the tree and hurtled toward my head.
I screamed and stumbled backward. The branch crashed in front of me, scraping my legs. I ran for the parking lot as fast as I could. The frost closed in, surrounding me. I’d never been claustrophobic, but as the frost cut off my escape path with a solid white wall, I panicked.
Fog rolled in, like cold death, cutting off my view of the park. It curled around me, brushing against my face, arms, and legs. I turned back to the tree and ran faster, my dress tangling between my legs as the fog and icy wind blew against my skin.

The parking lot is the other way! my mind screamed. The other way was cut off by a mountain of ice. I felt as if I was being herded. By ice?
I slipped on the icy ground, falling face first into the frost. Ice crept up my toes and along my legs. I thrashed and screamed. I felt the fog becoming a solid mass above me, pinning me to the ground. The ice piled around me. Am I going to be buried alive?
I dug my nails into the frigid snow in front of me and tried to claw my way out of the frosted death trap. I was so panicked I didn’t feel it when my nails broke against the impenetrable wall of ice, leaving red crescents of blood welling up on sensitive skin. An hysterical sob worked its way out of my throat as I gouged red lines into the ice. The ice was above my knees, snaking its way up my thighs. I shivered.
Shivering’s good, I reminded myself. It means your body hasn’t given up…yet. The cold was painful, like a thousand little knives pricking my skin. A violent tremor went up my spine, sending waves of pain through me.

“Help me!” I screamed, knowing it was futile. I was going to die here.

Except I couldn’t die. Could I? Mom said I was immortal, but was that all-inclusive? Did I have a weakness? Was snow my Kryptonite? If I got hurt, would I heal or would I be trapped in an injured body in pain forever?

I suddenly didn’t know if immortality was a good thing or a bad thing. The cold hurt. I was kicking, screaming, and clawing my way out of the frost, but for every inch I gained a mountain piled around me. I thought I heard a man’s laughter on the wind, the sound somehow colder than the ice freezing me into place.
The ground before my outstretched hand trembled. The shaking increased. The earth lurched beneath me. The surface cracked and the sound was so loud that for a moment all I could hear was high-pitched ringing in my ears. The ground split into an impossibly deep crevice. My voice went hoarse from screaming as I peered into the endless abyss, trapped and unable to move away from the vertigo-inducing edge. A midnight black chariot, drawn by four crepuscular horses that looked like they’d been created out of the night sky, surged from the crevice. I ducked my head into the snow with a frightened whimper as they passed over my prone body.
The fog around me dissipated as the ice melted away from my body. Terrified, I sprang to my feet, stopping when I was eye-to-eye with one of the frightening horses pulling the chariot. For a moment I could do nothing but stare into its huge, emotionless eyes. A strangled whimper tore from my throat and the horse snorted at me.
They weren’t black; they weren’t anything. They were an absence of color and of light, a nauseating swirling void. They hurt to look at. My head ached, and my stomach lurched in mutiny. I clenched my fists and turned to the driver.

His electric blue eyes met mine, and he seemed to see everything I’d done and everything I’d ever do. I had the strange sensation I’d been judged and found wanting. No way this guy was human. His skin could have been carved from marble; his hair was the same disorienting black as the horses. A terrifying power emanated from his tall, statuesque frame.

I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. His ebony cape billowed behind him as he marched toward me. At the grasp of his hand I snapped back to life and jerked away from him.
“We have to get out of here.”
“Let me go!” I yelled, yanking my arm away. He closed in on me, pushing me toward the chariot. I struggled against him, shrieking with rage when he picked me up and slung me over his back like a sack of potatoes.
I punched his back, kicking my legs. “Let me go! Someone help me! Help!”
I recalled the instructor of some self-defense class long lost in memory reminding me dead weight was harder to carry than a thrashing captive. My body rebelled at the idea of going limp so I pushed aside his cape, pulled his shirt up and raked my torn and ragged nails across his bare skin. His hands jerked in surprise and I slid off his back and onto the hard ground.

My breath left my body as I hit the ground with enough force to make me dizzy. With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I scrambled away, clawing at him as he pulled me back.
“Enough!” he shouted. “We don’t have time for this! I have to get you out of here!”
“No!” I yelled. Did he really just expect me to go Okay, strange creepy man, I’ll get in your scary chariot of death. No problem?
His furtive gaze took in the empty park, and he swore in a voice as smooth as silk. “I’m sorry.”
My eyes widened in surprise as his lips pressed against mine. I went wild, hitting and scratching and pushing for all I was worth. He didn’t budge. He exhaled, and I sank lifelessly into his arms.

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Kore/Kora as she was called before her rise to Queen of the Underworld, was the Goddess of Spring, and by all accounts gorgeous. Almost every god wanted to court her, but her mother, Demeter, was determined to keep her child sheltered from the corruption of Olympus. Little did Demeter know that Zeus had already negotiated their daughter’s hand in marriage to Hades, Lord of the Underworld.

Technically, as her father, it was Zeus’ right at the time to give away his daughter to whomever he chose. But Demeter was a terrifying goddess when she was angry, so he advised his brother to keep the whole him giving permission to marry Kora thing under the radar.

Hades complies and instead of a long engagement, he waits until Kora wanders off alone/with a nymph friend or two to pick some flowers in a meadow. Then, with some help from Gaia, he breaks open the ground and charges forth with his creepy chariot of death, grabs the startled goddess, and drags her to the Underworld.

The moment Kora is raped/married, her name changes to Persephone. That’s not uncommon in Mythology. Names change to reflect a god’s purpose or role. Most gods had a whole slew of names depending on the occasion. Think of them more like titles.

Naturally, Demeter is furious and terrified for her daughter when she learns of her abduction, but more on her next week. This myth is about Persephone. Actually, part of the reason I wrote Persephone is that every version of the myth I heard growing up focused on Demeter’s anguish at losing her daughter, Hades and Zeus’ backroom deal, and the people suffering through winter. Not a single one of them focused on what Persephone was going through or her perspective of the myth. She’s treated like an item, a prize, by literally every being in the myth and every telling of it. Never as a personified concept like the rest of the gods.

Persephone’s transformation should be a fascinating story in and of itself, but we never get to hear it. In this one fell swoop, she goes from an innocent victim content to pick flowers all day to The Iron Queen. People didn’t fear Hades the way they feared Persephone. He was, by all accounts, a pretty laid back god. Persephone on the other hand was a force to be reckoned with. I wanted to tell that story. And I wasn’t the only one. Persephone has been retold to account for that lack over and over and over again throughout time. But more on that Wednesday.

Meanwhile, Persephone knows that eating the food of the Underworld will bind her to the land and negate any hope of future rescue. Apparently gods don’t actually need to eat to stay alive, because she resists the temptation for months until she’s tricked into eating 3-7 pomegranate seeds (the number varies depending on the myth, as does the flowers she’s picking, the number of nymphs with her, and any other detail. Myths were oral retellings and when they were written down, every author added their own spin. So never assume anyone got the details “wrong.” They’re just telling a different version) by the god Ascalapus, Hades’ gardener.

The pomegranate wasn’t just chosen for its taste. In terms of symbolism, it’s a pretty loaded fruit. It stands for death, fertility, and royalty. All things Persephone.

Ascalapus gets turned into a screech owl in retribution for his crime, and when Persephone is finally rescued from the Underworld, she’s still forced to return to the Underworld for a month every year for each seed she ate. And that, friends, is where Winter comes from.

Myths evolve and change over time with each retelling. Wednesday, I’ll be talking about some Persephone retellings throughout time, but I want to hear your favorite version of the myth? What details changed? Why?

Some Changes Coming Soon

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Hi everyone! Sorry for the long absence, I got caught up finishing my latest book. But now that I’m back, I’ve taken a look at my blog and decided it needs some major work.

I love doing the Mythology Mondays. It’s very helpful to me in continuing my research, but just typing out my research verbatim isn’t all that entertaining. So I’m going to go back through and re-do the Mythology Monday’s I’ve done, but better.

Starting next Monday, I’m going to include a scene featuring each character and then go into the more interesting aspects of the myth (if you really want to know their genealogy, check out theoi.com, it’s amazing). Wednesdays, instead of doing a book review, I’m going to pull an example of that myth used in a modern way, and chat about that, and Friday we’ll be talking about issues that resonate with that myth today.

In the meantime, I’ve got a favor to ask you guys. If you see or can make any cool artwork, memes, or images that make you think of the god or goddess of the upcoming week (and you have permission to use it) send it my way. For next week, I’m focusing on Persephone.

Hope you guys enjoy 🙂