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odyssian:

I agree that there was plenty from the Epic that was missing from this book, but that didn’t bother me when I read it. I usually try to ignore (in as much as it is possible) the source when reading an adaptation. I don’t always succeed, especially if it is something that I am passionate about, but I do try.

I will agree that what exactly Achilles saw in Patroclus was a bit of a mystery, but I sorta saw it as Patroclus’ own lack of self-esteem.

I will say this much for the book: it’s a gay love story that’s beautifully written.

That, and it joins the rare club of literature (a whole two books I can name off the top of my head) that actually presents one of the Trojan War’s primary heroes as something of a decent human being. It’s not a viewpoint actively shared in retellings of the Epic Cycle, and it’s nice to see that Achilles isn’t constantly demonized.

Beyond that, however, I can’t say that I was incredibly impressed with Miller’s take on the Trojan War. Don’t get me wrong, the book was very beautifully written, engaging, and for all its fallacies, I found myself continually driven toward the end (like the long-list of inaccurate interpretations of myth that I find myself enjoying despite their nature.)

But let me get a few things straight here. And spoilers will be all over the place here on out (though if the story itself surprises you, we have a few things to discuss, like that boulder you’ve been living under for 3000 years).

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It turned out that she did know a little Greek. A few words, that her father had picked up and taught her when he heard the army was coming. Mercy was one. Yes, and please and what do you want? A father, teaching his daughter how to be a slave.
The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller p.217
Our world was one of blood, and the honour it won; only cowards did not fight. For a prince there was no choice. You warred and won, or warred and died.
The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller pg. 209
As Odysseus said, many boys took each other for lovers. But such things were given up as they grew older, unless it was with slaves or hired boys. Our men liked conquest; they did not trust a man who was conquered himself.
The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller pg. 166
And there on the house’s threshold, sudden as lightning-strike, stood Thetis. Her hair shone black against the white marble of the palace. Her dress was dark, the colour of an uneasy ocean, bruising purples mixed with churning greys. Somewhere beside her there were guards, and Peleus too, but I did not look at them. I saw only her, and the curved knife’s blade of her jaw.
The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller, pg. 103
Its king, Peleus, was one of those men whom the gods love: not divine himself, but clever, brace, handsome, and excelling all his peers in piety. As a reward, our divinities offered him a sea-nymph for a wife. It was considered their highest honour. After all, what mortal would not want to bed a goddess and sire a son from her? Divine blood purified our muddy race, bred heroes from dust and clay. … But, like the gods’ gifts, there was an edge to it; the goddess herself was unwilling.
The song of Achilles - Madeline Miller