The Song of Achilles

Miller puts a romantic, emotional spin on a classic story that is absolutely lovely to read, as well as heartbreaking.

Patroclus’ depiction here as Achilles’ mortal best friend turned mortal lover couples very well with the blossoming development of his own individual personhood throughout the story. The way he strove for and reached greatness in his own way was exhilarating to experience as his life became more intertwined with anger, tension, and the terrors of war. He is his own man while also feeling this deep, divine connection and loyalty to Achilles that sort of anchors him until he takes it upon himself to free them both, and in my opinion it’s written so very well. Also, the way Patroclus describes Achilles at several points in the novel is some of the most beautiful prose I’ve read in a while. The man was smitten, ya’ll.

Achilles is probably the less likable character from a “moral” standpoint, but his charisma, softness, and gallantry make up for moments where his hubris caused me frustration as a reader. Even in those moments, understanding the weight of Achilles’ fate of greatness by the cost of his mandatory premature death, as well as the burdens of the expectations his mother, the gods, and his people put on him, make him a fairly sympathetic character. For such a blessed, near perfect being, Achilles was never able to decide much for himself. Despite his pride and his lack of the empathy that Patroclus possessed, Achilles is described as a mysterious, unique and intoxicating being, and we as readers learn to love him just as Patroclus does. Reading about his physical gifts is a highlight of the book, especially during his downfall near the end of the book where they are not treated as a gift, but a burden.

It was also great to see figures such as Chiron and Thetis be represented and given their fair share of occupancy in the novel. I think Miller really did these two characters in particular justice.

My favorite aspect of The Song of Achilles, though, was definitely the ending. Oh my god, dude. I cried. It was so beyond perfect.

My only question and slight criticism—I found myself absolutely confounded that Achilles seems to die… not by an arrow to the heel? Hello? Is that the alleged original telling of the myth that I never knew about? It really may be.

But all in all, what an amazing novel by Ms. Miller! I’m definitely looking forward to checking out more of her work.

4.5/5