When Christopher Nolan announced he was making The Odyssey, it felt almost inevitable.
Every generation finds its own Homer. Mine was a crusty, dog-eared paperback — and much later, Troy.
But what surprised me wasn’t that Hollywood was returning to Homer. It was that my 14-year-old daughter had gotten there first.
Long before Nolan’s announcement. Long before the social media buzz. Long before Hollywood reminded us that Odysseus existed.
The strange thing is, she had never seen Troy. Homer wasn’t part of her school reading list, yet. She wasn’t particularly interested in Greek history. In an age when every imaginable form of entertainment sits one tap away, why would a teenager become fascinated by a 3,000-year-old epic?
