★★★★★ - Five Stars
I knew how this book ended before I started it.
I mean, it's Achilles.
We've had a couple of thousand years to prepare ourselves.
So I went into The Song of Achilles feeling reasonably confident that knowing what was coming would protect me from becoming too emotionally involved.
This was optimistic.
By the end I was sitting there thinking:
Well, that was devastating.
Thanks very much, Madeline Miller.
The Song of Achilles retells part of the story of the Iliad, but instead of placing the famous Greek warrior at the centre of the narration, Miller gives the story to Patroclus.
Patroclus is an awkward young prince who, after a terrible incident, is exiled from his father's kingdom and sent to live at the court of King Peleus.
There he meets Peleus's son.
Achilles.
Beautiful, talented, confident Achilles, who seems destined for greatness before either of them is old enough to understand exactly what greatness might cost.
Their friendship gradually becomes something much deeper, and when the Greeks sail for Troy, Patroclus follows Achilles into a war that prophecy has already warned may destroy him.
I expected epic battles.
Gods.
Heroes.
Trojan horses.
Men standing around looking magnificent while somebody dramatically announced a prophecy.
And all of that world is there.
But this is really a love story.
And it is such a beautifully written one.
Patroclus Completely Won Me Over
At first, I wasn't sure about him.
He's nothing like Achilles.
He isn't a great warrior. He isn't particularly brave. He isn't the sort of man anyone is going to compose heroic songs about.
He's simply Patroclus.
And that's exactly why he works.
We're looking at Achilles through the eyes of somebody who doesn't see a legend.
He sees the boy.
The friend.
The man he loves.
It means that when everyone else starts talking about Achilles's destiny and glory, Patroclus understands what those grand words actually mean.
They mean danger.
They mean war.
And eventually, they mean loss.
That's what I found so powerful about the book.
We already know Achilles is supposed to become one of the greatest warriors in Greek mythology.
Patroclus would rather have Achilles.
And Then There's Achilles
Oh, Achilles.
There were moments when I adored him.
There were moments when I wanted to throw something at him.
He's charismatic and extraordinary, but Miller doesn't make him perfect.
Far from it.
Achilles knows he's exceptional.
Everyone has been telling him so since childhood.
His mother is a goddess. He has a prophecy hanging over him. He is destined to become famous.
That's probably not an ideal recipe for modesty.
As the novel moves towards Troy, you begin to see how dangerous his pride can become.
And this is where I started shouting at the book.
"Achilles, don't."
Achilles does.
"ACHILLES."
Achilles continues doing it.
Greek mythology would have been considerably shorter if these people had occasionally listened to sensible advice.
I Loved the Mythology
I think one of the reasons this book has become so popular is that you don't need to know much about Greek mythology before reading it.
If you've read the Iliad, you'll recognise an enormous amount.
If your entire knowledge of Troy comes from vaguely remembering Brad Pitt running around without many clothes on, you'll still be fine.
Miller makes the mythology accessible without making it feel silly.
The gods are real.
Prophecies matter.
Centaur teachers exist.
A goddess can emerge from the sea and make everybody extremely uncomfortable.
But none of it feels strange within the world of the novel.
Thetis, Achilles's immortal mother, is particularly memorable.
I was frightened of her and she wasn't even angry with me.
It Is Quite a Slow Book
This won't work for everybody.
The first half takes its time.
We spend a lot of pages with Patroclus and Achilles growing up, training and gradually becoming closer.
Even when they reach Troy, this isn't suddenly transformed into an action novel.
There are battles, certainly, but Miller is far more interested in the people involved than in giving us page after page of swords going through various unfortunate Trojans.
I liked that.
But if you're expecting Gladiator: Ancient Greece Edition, you may wonder when everyone is going to get on with it.
For me, the slower beginning is what makes the ending work.
You've spent so much time with these two.
You know them.
And because you know them, you care what happens.
Which is unfortunate.
Because...
Well.
Achilles.
Knowing the Ending Makes It Worse
This was the surprise.
I thought knowing the mythology would reduce the tension.
Instead, it created it.
You know something terrible is waiting.
Every happy moment has this little shadow behind it.
Every decision matters because you know where the road eventually leads.
There were several moments when I desperately wanted Miller to rewrite the myth.
Just this once.
Let everybody pack up and go home.
Helen can sort herself out.
Troy will be fine.
Achilles and Patroclus can get a little cottage somewhere.
Perhaps grow olives.
Unfortunately, Madeline Miller did not consult me.
And That Ending...
No spoilers.
Although I'm not entirely sure something can count as a spoiler when Homer got there first.
Still.
I'm saying nothing.
What I will say is that the final pages were beautiful.
Not flashy.
Not overdone.
Just quietly, horribly effective.
The Song of Achilles has become one of those books that seems to have found an entirely new audience years after it was first published, particularly through online reading communities. It has accumulated more than two million Goodreads ratings, with readers frequently praising Miller's prose and the emotional relationship between Achilles and Patroclus.
And yes.
This time I agree with the hype.
Completely.
I finished it, put it down and decided I needed something cheerful next.
Preferably involving absolutely no prophecies.
No wars.
No Greek heroes.
And definitely nobody called Achilles.



