This essay inquires into the nature of the epic. Few dispute that the term has meaning, applying minimally to a genre of verse. The epic has a time, and that time, we contend, is past. Notwithstanding the long and slow process of the way in which the genre is dying, the epic continues to haunt our conceptions of narrative and of story, and to inflect subsequent genres, so that today, for instance, a Hollywood film might seek to capture a little of its reflected glory.
|Number of pages||14|
|Journal||Anthropoetics: the journal of generative anthropolgy|
|Publication status||Published - 2011|