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 - Beautiful prose!Le Guin proves her literary prowess once again in this brilliant rethinking of Virgil's classic The Aeneid. With a beautiful simplicity of prose, Le Guin recreates the world of Lavinia, destined mother of the Roman Empire, and gives voice to a character who lacked a single line of speech. This book is gorgeous, and I could not read it fast enough. Rating:  - "And war and glory followed her"For Lavinia, the heroine of this novel, for a long time, love, or the possibility of it seems lost until she meets Aeneas, the handsome and virile Trojan hero, a foreigner from the other side of the world who sails up the Tiber into a country that will soon become Italy and whom Lavinia is eventually fated to marry. A fully independent spirit and a king's daughter, Lavinia is also a marriageable virgin, obedient and ready to a man's will. We first meet Lavinia living a charmed and mercurial existence, keeping the storerooms of the Kings house while she frolics in the meadows of Latium with her best friend Silvia. Lavinia's ageing father Latinus is devoted to her and she provides a solace for him, but her mother, Amata harbors a bitter resentment towards her daughter after illness claimed the lives of Lavinia's two infant brothers. For years Lavinia has gotten by without the love of her mother, a woman who has buried herself in the crimp of loathing and a type of desolate scornful fury. Fuelled by grief Amata, wild with her manner and imperious, while also willful and hot-tempered sees a match with her nephew, the splendidly handsome blue-eyed Rutulian King Turnus who arrives, well-made and muscular, young man with rife with "hot blood running through his veins." Already wooed and won by him with his tales of exploits, and triumphs and skirmishes, Amata fanatically pressures for a marriage even as Lavinia becomes a shrinking silent maiden. Lavinia readily admits that she hadn't given any thought to love and marriage for "my realm was virginity and I was at home in it." Feeling false, frightened, incredulous, scornful and alone with her mother silently turning her rage against her, Lavinia's marriage to Turnus seems inevitable, "to accept another suitor would be to bring civil war to the Kingdom." Turnus has to win and be the master and he would never let another man have woman he had claimed. But then in a sacred pace, where the stinking sulfur water comes up from under the earth to make pools on the earth, a wraith appears in the form of a dying man who had not yet been born and who knows about Lavinia's past and her future. As he buries deep into her soul he tells Lavinia of the prophecy that a man is coming and that she would marry a true hero. The man is Aeneus, but he is no ordinary man having led his people for seven years across the land and sea. Now he is bringing his gods with him, and guided by omens and oracles, he is destined to rule the whole country and to found a glorious everlasting empire. But Lavinia also learns of another prophecy, of a great city that lies in ruins, utterly destroyed and burned, the earth itself burned with "black oily clouds," and that her beloved Aeneas must die only after three years and widow her. Yet it is in this sacred world, full of gods, and portents of great powers and presences that Lavinia faces her most difficult choice: being loyal to her true love, the hero or the poet, her husband, the beautiful man whose flesh her flesh encloses, or listening to the other: a whisper in the shadows, a virgin's dream or vision, yet the author of all her being. Thrown into a fuming pot of petty feuds, both Lavinia and Aeneus find themselves at the mercy of the machinations of Amata and Turnus, both hero and heroine caught up in an epic battle and quickly embroiled in a clash of Turnus' own ambitions to rule and his desire to be with the woman who will cement his power. Of course the final epic battle is drenched in blood and the sweat of Etruscans, Greeks and Trojans with armies of men with their swords rising and falling, the horrible noise of soldiers screaming even as both Aeneas and Turnus try to match their strength to the bitter and bloody end. Le Guinn paints these scenes with a type of hellish and heroic grandeur complete with battlement sieges, slaughter and rape, slave-taking, towns burning, and also men who rant and boast and then kill more men. In the end, the fury of bloodlust is overcome in battle, turning Aeneas reluctantly into a mindless indiscriminate slaughterer. Even when the delicate truce is broken, the poor Lavinia must still follow her fate as the poet had told it. With bees that writhe in a cloud of smoke, humming and droning, Lavinia's blazing hair, scattering parks and smoke, and Aeneas' shield with its mysterious foreshadowing of mighty buildings and endless wars, the fates in this novel continually spin out their measured thread of what was to be. Holding fast to Virgil's own epic poem of the Trojan warrior, this book is awash in myth and legend and delivers some powerful messages about the nature of honor, heroism, loyalty and love. Mike Leonard August 08. Rating: - A lyrical evocation of another timeI probably would have enjoyed this book had i ever read the Aeneid, but the author tells us enough of the story to fill in the blanks. Two reasons I enjoyed the book. First, the language is beautiful. Le Guin writes graceful, evocative prose. Second, the author has evoked a far distant culture with a respect for their beliefs and a careful attention to details of their lives. Lavinia, though definitely of her time and place, is at the same time a real and sympathetic figure. Rating: - The allure of an unfinished taleThere is a scene in Aeneid X where Juno pleads with Jupiter on behalf of her protégé Turnus who is doomed to die: "Change for the better the plans you have made for him - for you can do it!" (...et melius tua qui potes orsa reflectas). Only Jupiter can change a preordained fate. Other deities can delay, hinder or help, but the outcome cannot be changed. Jupiter can do it - but so can the poet. Vergil, who invented fates for all the characters in his epic, could have changed them at will. He invented Lavinia, daughter of King Latinus, destined to marry the foreigner Aeneas rather than an Italian prince, and become the founding mother of the Roman race. But he left her unfinished, a mere name, a shadowy figure without a voice. But now Ursula Le Guin plucks her from obscurity and gives her a voice. Young Lavinia tells us how she encountered the shade of Vergil ("my poet") at the sacred spring where her father goes to consult the ancestral oracle. He speaks to her, tells her about the epic he wrote. He regrets some of the omissions and misjudgments he made: she corrects his misconceptions. He asks her to tell him about her life in pre-Roman Latium, before the arrival of the Trojans - and thus we are drawn into a Bronze Age culture we know very little about. Le Guin combines a flair for historical fantasy with the skills required for anthropological research. (No surprise here: she is the daughter of Alfred Kroeber, the anthropologist). The gods of the Graeco-Roman pantheon mean nothing to Lavinia. Juno and Venus, the rival goddesses of the Aeneid, who constantly interfere with the action, are nothing but foreign names to her. She believes in omens, in oracles, in the spirits and wisdom of ancestors. She has a strong sense of 'fas' and 'nefas', of right and wrong. She delights in the daily rituals entrusted to her - tending the storerooms, minding the servants, preparing sacrifices, spinning and weaving : the realm of the penates, the household gods. In her retelling of the main events of the Aeneid, Le Guin follows the Vergilian text pretty closely. Lavinia learns from Vergil what happened before; but after the Trojans have landed, she becomes a participant in the action. Knowing what fate has in store for her, she never wavers in her conviction that the prophecy must be fulfilled. She is not meek - she asks plenty of questions and voices her own opinion. But her 'pietas' (the same quality that distinguishes Aeneas) overcomes all obstacles. Queen Amata's infatuation with Turnus, her scheming against Latinus and Lavinia, her mad Bacchic revels in the hills above the city are spun into colorful episodes. There are touches of whimsy: Turnus brings Lavinia a monkey as a gift. Euryalus wears a red Phrygian cap... Vergil's Aeneid ends with the slaying of Turnus - to the dismay of generations of readers who would have liked to see the wedding of Aeneas and Lavinia. Well, Le Guin gives us the wedding, and more: Aeneas builds a city, Lavinium, begets a son, Silvius, and rules wisely, together with Latinus, over his new tribe. Trojan warriors marry Latin women, babies are born. True love blooms in the marriage of the Trojan leader and the Latin princess. I would have liked it to end here, but Le Guin presses on: Aeneas dies an inglorious death at the hands of a cattle thief whom he has spared ('parcere subiectis' - spare the defeated - had been one of the injunctions given him by his father Anchises; he had ignored the warning when he killed Turnus). There is trouble with Ascanius, Aeneas' Trojan son. Lavinia is exiled and raises her son Silvius in the woods (as envisioned by Anchises), but in the end, Silvius becomes king, and Lavinia is restored to queenly status. 'Tantae molis erat Romanam condere gentem' - it was so much trouble to found the Roman race. At the very end of the novel, we realize that Lavinia, the girl, the woman who told us her story, who seemed so real, so down-to-earth and level-headed, has become a spirit herself, a ghost whispering to us from the oak tree near the sacred spring. She has attained immortality. Rating: - LaviniaThis is a wonderful adventure. A womans view of life, love, marriage and war. Ursula LeGuin give a voice to a character not previously heard from.
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