I listened to the audio version of this first book of a trilogy, and would certainly choose to read, or listen to, the next two volumes.
"Dreaming the Eagle" is highly imaginative, as it has to be, with so few facts available about Boudica, (or Boadicea, as I was taught!). It seems very well researched, and draws upon what is known of the cultural lives of the British tribes at the time of the Roman invasions. I would say that the strength of this book lies wholly in the weaving of the cultural and religious aspects of the young Boudica and her tribe into the battles that defined her for us. This does result in a great deal of repetition, as to the meanings and relevance of symbols, customs and beliefs. I did find that occasionally a bit wearisome, but it was unavoidable and was so well done that my predominant reaction was one of admiration for the author.
The horrible chapters were about the Romans. I have always abhorred their cruelty and degeneracy, their enslavement of the peoples under their sway, while grudgingly allowing their achievements (“Look what the Romans did for us . . . .”). I’ve always been amazed, for instance, at their hypocausts, their underfloor heating systems, something that now makes me shudder with revulsion as I listened to how they were built and maintained, reminding me of the Victorian use of small boys as chimney sweeps. When the story reached the first battles Boudica led, the Roman “Testudo”, the turtle formation, made me think of 'The Borg' in “Star Trek”! Horrific!
Well, the novel has to be partial, when it comes to the Celtic British tribes, especially the Icenae, of course, which was Boudica’s tribe. But how could you not feel for a people that still held to painting themselves like ghosts, to emerge from the mists of early dawn and frighten their enemies – when those enemies were the Roman Legions, with all their professional training and in all the panoply of war? And ruthless, mocking the deeply spiritual beliefs of the Britons as they slew or enslaved them. I've read enough of Caesar's De Bellico Gallico to get that impression.
And here I am at the present moment on holiday near Anglesey, the “Mona” of Druidic tradition, and how can I not visit it and honour the memory of these ancient Celts? “Mona” was the great centre of those in this book called, “The Dreamers”, who prophesied, and whose word was sought in times of war as in peace. I have visited and admired the Roman fort of Vindolanda, at the site of Hadrian’s Wall, and the ruins of ancient Rome may be magnificent beyond compare, but I have no love for them. Give me instead the spirit and the heart. This book took me to the origins of ‘my’ people, those early Celts, and imprinted upon me the beauty, the validity, of their vision and their waking dream, still with us as a people when the Romans are consigned to history.