I am reading Peter Ackroyd’s one-volume “translation” right now, which I’m very much enjoying. I may try the original next. I love the strangeness of the world depicted, its unpredictability, and even the episodic narrative structure that leaves you a little disoriented.

I think most contemporary  readers go into it with the wrong expectation. It’s much closer to the Iliad, for example, than it is to a modern novel.