Stephen Fry's 'Mythos' and 'Heroes' are these witty, conversational retellings that dig into the absurdities of the old tales, but they're not novels, more like great bedtime stories. For actual novels, I keep going back to 'Circe' by Madeline Miller. It transformed a minor witch from 'The Odyssey' into this profound meditation on exile, power, and what it means to be immortal but not a god. The prose is so measured and rich, it feels like you're breathing the air on Aiaia. Miller's 'The Song of Achilles' gets more hype, and it's devastatingly romantic, but 'Circe' has a quieter, more enduring strength that sticks with me longer.
On a totally different note, Natalie Haynes's 'A Thousand Ships' gives voice to all the women sidelined in the Trojan War epic, from Penelope to the Trojan women to the goddesses themselves. It's structured as a series of interwoven vignettes, which can feel a bit scattered, but the cumulative effect is powerful. It made me furious on their behalf in the best way. For something more modern and explicitly political, 'The Just City' by Jo Walton is a wild thought experiment: what if Athena tried to actually build Plato's Republic, using time travel to gather historical children and philosophers? It's less a strict retelling and more a philosophical novel using the gods as characters, which is a brilliant angle.
I tried 'The Silence of the Girls' by Pat Barker, and while I appreciated the grim, unflinching look at war from Briseis's perspective, I found the writing a bit cold for my taste. Maybe that was the point, but it kept me at an emotional distance. I'm much more drawn to retellings that find a new emotional core, like making you sympathize with the 'monster' or the forgotten wife.