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The Divine Comedy
Dante Alighieri

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The Divine Comedy

Dante Alighieri, 1320

Form
Form Poem
Difficulty
Difficulty Demanding
Reading time
Reading time 8 hours
Translated by
Translated by Henry Francis Cary
Original
Original it
Chapters
Chapters 100
Length
Length 108k words

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How to Read The Divine Comedy

A poem whose reputation as the most learned and forbidding work in the Western canon hides the fact that it is, on the ground, a vivid first-person account of a frightened man walking through Hell and meeting the dead.

The Divine Comedy carries a reputation for being the most intimidating poem ever written, a thicket of medieval theology and thirteenth-century Italian politics so dense that you supposedly need a degree and a stack of commentaries before you can read a single canto. There is real difficulty here and this guide will be honest about exactly where it lives, but the reputation badly misrepresents the experience of the thing. What you are actually opening is a gripping travelogue narrated in the first person by a man who tells you, in the very first lines, that he woke in a dark wood in the middle of his life and was terrified, and then describes everything he saw on the strangest journey anyone ever took.

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About the book

Midway along the road of life, the path simply gives out: the poet wakes in a dark wood, no memory of how he strayed, three beasts barring the way back. What saves him is a descent. Down through nine circles of Hell he goes, past popes and Florentine neighbors fixed forever in weather Dante built to fit their sins, the lustful blown like starlings on an endless wind, the traitors locked in ice. Virgil walks him through the dark; Beatrice, the girl he loved and lost when she died at twenty-four, waits to carry him up. This is the astonishment of it: a single exiled poet mapped the entire afterlife, Hell and Purgatory and Paradise, and set his own grief at its center, all in the Florentine speech he was helping to invent. He climbs until language nearly fails him, and then names what he sees: the Love that moves the sun and the other stars.

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