Farnese Hercules

Heracles is resting. He leans on a club. The end of which is adorned by a lion’s head, hooked by its jaws. The beast’s hide drapes the shoulders. Behind the back, an over-large hand holds two apples. The other hand and the penis are broken off. Even at rest, the hero’s muscles ripple with the strength to lift Heaven from Earth.

The statue was carved in marble by Italian artist Giovanni Comino in the years 1670-1672. It’s a copy of a copy. The original work, long lost, is attributed to the Greek bronze sculptor Lysippos, who worked in the fourth century BC. We know of its existence from the numerous copies made of it. One copy from the third century AD is signed by Glykon of Athens.

Glykon’s reproduction was lost for a time as well. Uncovered in 1546 at the Roman Baths of Caracalla, the statue of Hercules (the hero’s Latin name) was acquired by Alessandro Farnese (1520-1589), who assembled one of the great sculpture collections of the Renaissance. The hero’s resting pose then became known as the Farnese Hercules.

Born to the mortal woman Alcmene, which means “wrathful,” fathered by Zeus wearing her husband’s guise, Heracles was given to fits of rage. In one such fit, he slaughtered his wife and children. In remorse, he sought penance and gave himself into the servitude of Eurystheus, who assigned him a series of labors.

The first labor was to slay the Nemean Lion, which terrorized the countryside. Its teeth could cut armor, and its hide could not be pierced. Heracles whacked it with his club, and skinned the beast with one of its own fangs.

More labors followed, twelve in all. The eleventh was to steal the apples of the Hesperides. Growing from a tree in the goddess Hera’s garden, these apples were of pure gold, tended by the nymph daughters of Atlas, and guarded by a hundred-headed dragon.

Heracles went to the end of the earth, where Atlas, a titan, held the world on his shoulders. Heracles asked where his daughters kept the apples. Atlas agreed to tell him only if Heracles would take his burden for a spell, so he could catch his breath. Heracles sensed a trick, so he lifted the sky, thus giving Atlas some respite without accepting the object of the titan’s condemnation. Information gained, the hero hurried on to the garden, slew the dragon, and purloined the apples.

Glykon’s Farnese Hercules was moved, with much of the Farnese collection, in 1787 to the Museo Archeologico Nazionale in Naples. Comino’s rendition was installed in the gardens at the Chateaux de Sceaux, south of Paris, in 1686. It was moved in 1793 to the Tuileries Garden, where it lived its still life for over two hundred years. In 2010, the statue returned to Sceaux, protected from weather in the Orangerie. Two more copies were made, both from a mold of Glykon’s work. One occupies the place at Tuileries; the other the flower garden outside the Orangerie at Sceaux.

Farnese Hercules  Comino 1670-1672

Heracles pauses to contemplate his twelfth and final labor: to capture Cerberus, the three-headed dog who guards the gates of Hades. A task Eurystheus believes impossible…

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The Joust

Here I excerpt a chapter of The First Story of Littlelot, because everyone likes a joust. In the story, the hero must joust against the villain to rescue Gwenevere. If Lancelot wins, Maleagant frees the queen from his tower prison. If Maleagant wins, Lancelot becomes a prisoner too.

 

The Joust

Maleagant and I charged each other. Tilt’s hooves pounded the ground like rolling thunder. His muscled shoulders rippled with each stride, ears bent back, gray mane flying. I leaned to the right in the saddle so he and I wouldn’t both fall over.

As Maleagant and I drew near to each other, I lowered my lance and aimed it at his left shoulder. At the same time, Maleagant raised the blue shield higher and deflected the blow, while the point of his lance passed aside, missing me.

At field’s end, I turned Tilt to face Maleagant again.

“Give up, Maleagant! I am the best fighter of all the knights of the Round Table.”

“You are only the best until you are bested by another,” he said as he raised his lance high.

I also raised my lance, and Gwenevere held up the banner, then drew it down.

We charged. Still leaning to the right, I aimed at Maleagant’s shoulder again. Maleagant also leaned right, only for an instant, to avoid my lance. Then he moved back to the middle of the saddle so he wouldn’t fall from his mount. As he passed, he hit the left side of my shield with his lance, but it glanced off.

Maleagant turned his mount. “That’s the second time you’ve aimed for my left shoulder, Lancelot. The best fighter of all the knights of the Round Table must learn to vary his attack.”

Raising my lance, I said, “Next time I might aim for the other shoulder.”

Maleagant squinted at me and raised his lance. Gwenevere drew down the banner, and we charged each other for the third time.

This time, as we came together, I didn’t change my aim, but I adjusted my position to the middle of the saddle, only for an instant, so Tilt and I wouldn’t both fall over. Thinking I wouldn’t aim for his left shoulder yet again, and that I wouldn’t aim for the right shoulder as I had announced, Maleagant held his shield down to protect against a lower attack.

His lance hit the center of my shield and broke into splinters, while my lance’s point struck his left shoulder. The impact forced him from the saddle, and he fell to the ground.

 


Read the Preface to The First Story of Littlelot.

 

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In his game of make-believe, a boy must make a choice—break his oath to the king or break the heart of the woman who gave him the most meaningful gift.

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In his game of make-believe, a boy must make a choice—break his oath to the king or break the heart of the woman who gave him the most meaningful gift.

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