Jason Furman's Reviews > Aeschylus: The Suppliants

The joy of being a completist is that you discover hidden gems you might not otherwise have discovered. The perils of being a completist is that you eventually start wading your way through things without much joy just because you want to complete them. In the case of The Suppliants it was more peril than joy. None of what one expects from Greek tragedy is in this play—no hero, no fall, no action, not really much of anything except lots and lots of chorus. The introduction says this is particularly beautiful Greek poetry but my tastes don’t really run in that direction. But now that Aeschylus is complete I can go back to the amazing, stunning Oresteia.