Ages ago (seriously, it was several years ago now) I posted about Shakespeare's Gay Boys.
Technically, they're not Shakespeare's of course. They belong to
Ancient Greek mythology. I'm talking about Achilles and Patroclus, in
case you don't know. I just finished reading The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
and WOW. There are books that come along once a decade or so that are
so profoundly beautiful that you, the reader, can't help but be
moved/impacted/bettered by reading them. This is one of those books. And
with its addition to my personal version of that list, I can still
count them on one hand. They are that rare.
The story is told entirely from Patroclus' point of view in the present
tense (which if you know anything about this particular mythology will
cause you to wonder how the author made that work--but trust me, she
does). While the Trojan War is, of course, an inescapable part of the
story, Miller begins with the child Patroclus and builds her world
through him. Her prose is gorgeous. Everyone you meet in the story, from
the heroes of myth, to the most minor players, to the sea goddess
Thetis, reads as rich and real. I will be reading this book again and
again, when I need something to keep me company and pull me out of our
world for a while. When I need somewhere fantastical yet true to escape
to.
Do yourself a favor and read The Song of Achilles. You'll only be sorry if you don't.
24 September 2013
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