352 pages
Reading Group Read
Blurb
Greece in the age of heroes. Patroclus, an
awkward young prince, has been exiled to the court of King Peleus and his
perfect son Achilles. By all rights their paths should never cross, but
Achilles takes the shamed prince as his friend, and as they grow into young men
skilled in the arts of war and medicine their bond blossoms into something
deeper - despite the displeasure of Achilles' mother Thetis, a cruel sea
goddess. But then word comes that Helen of Sparta has been kidnapped. Torn
between love and fear for his friend, Patroclus journeys with Achilles to Troy,
little knowing that the years that follow will test everything they hold dear.
Profoundly moving and breathtakingly original, this rendering of the epic Trojan War is a dazzling feat of the imagination, a devastating love story, and an almighty battle between gods and kings, peace and glory, immortal fame and the human heart.
Profoundly moving and breathtakingly original, this rendering of the epic Trojan War is a dazzling feat of the imagination, a devastating love story, and an almighty battle between gods and kings, peace and glory, immortal fame and the human heart.
My Review
Decades
ago, when I was still in primary school so definitely no older than 12, I wrote
a paper about the Trojan War, using a book about Greek Myths and Legends as my
source. I don’t have the book anymore, but I remember it well because it was
the first time I read one of my mother’s books…an adult book.
More than
40 years have passed since I wrote that paper and to say my memories of the
stories I read back then is limited would be a gross understatement. In fact,
what while I perfectly remember loving those stories, most of the details in
them have long since evaporated from my memory.
Having
said that, I did remember enough about Achilles to know that he was an almost
immortal half-god who still managed to get himself killed during the Trojan
war. I can’t say I remembered anything about his companion, Patroclus though;
not before I read A Song of Achilles, not while I was mesmerized
by that story, and not now that I’ve finished the book. And, since I don’t have
access to my Mother’s book anymore (and can’t for the life of me remember what
it was called) I can’t check if I don’t remember him because he just wasn’t
there or because my memory is faulty. 😊
But yes,
it’s fair to say that I picked this book for my Reading Group because of my
love of the Greek myths. And it is more than fair to say that after reading
Song of Achilles that love has turned a bit stronger than it always was. Having
said that, what I loved about this book was the all too human love story
between Achilles and Patroclus as they moved from an unlikely but unbreakable
friendship to the sort of relationship dreams are made of.
Not that
the book diminishes the mythical side of their story. The weird, wonderful, and
cruel ways of the Gods play a huge role in this book. How could they not when
one of our heroes is the son of a water nymph, when a cyclops tutors Achilles
and Patroclus, and the various Greek Gods go out of their way to influence the
outcome of the war.
But,
despite the myths, the magic, the impossible feats of fighting, what stood out
for me in this book was the love between Achilles and Patroclus. The half-god
prince and the exiled nobody made such a beautiful pair. Patroclus’ love for
Achilles was breath taking right from the start. Since the book is mostly told
from Patroclus’ point of view it isn’t until the very end of the story that we
discover to what extent Achilles returns that feeling.
For me
this book had everything a good read requires: a thrilling story-line, a
mesmerizing love story, tension, heartbreak, and redemption. Of course, I
couldn’t call this story a romance; in order to ‘earn’ that label the two main
characters need to have reached their happily ever after by the time the story
ends.
Although…I
guess it all depends on your definition of ‘happily’ because the ‘ever after’
is never in doubt.
All in all
this was, for me, a wonderful book to celebrate our first centenary of book discussions.