The Satyr’s Skin, or, Why I Flayed Marsyas

I’m not sure precisely when I came across the story of Marsyas, the satyr who was flayed by the god Apollo. It was perhaps when I was an art student, immersing myself in the iconography of the Renaissance. Or perhaps it was before then (because there’s still this curious notion that Greek myths are charming tales fit for children). But from the first, it was a story that filled me with horror. The tale, for those who are unfamiliar with …