Some elements in this were intriguing and pleasantly surprising: Maria not really getting along well with the Christianity she grew up with, the author’s inclusion of a graphic abortion scene (and subsequent refusal to classify this as a “loss of life” or something that the person who gets it feels guilty for, despite her faith), Commodus’s prejudice as a pagan against Maria despite his public allyship with Christians. Unfortunately, the enjoyability of these elements, along with the unique concept for this book (which is what made me pick it up), was hindered by the overall unfocused nature of this novel.
I confess I disagree with the approach the author states he took in his notes on the novel, which was to begin characterizing Commodus by giving him a diagnosis from the DSM. It seems to me that this resulted in incredibly flat characterization, and for a book that is entirely marketed around getting to know Commodus the person—demons and all—better, the actual almost 500 pages don’t really make me feel any closer to understanding him than Gladiator did (which the author states in his notes that he hopes to supplant). This was not helped by the slightly confusing choice to write a book about Commodus from the perspective of his mistress, Maria, who also is weirdly sterile in her characterization. I kept asking myself what the hell it was that he actually liked about her. Was it her looks? Was it that they shared some kind of trauma bond? Was it her smarts (I kept forgetting Maria was supposed to be ~a reader~ because it would go unmentioned for really long periods of time and didn't actually feel integrated with her character at all)? I have no idea, and similarly I have no idea what Maria actually liked about Commodus. The author diagnoses Commodus with bipolar disorder, but if he was going to go the psychological diagnosis route, I feel that narcissism would have undoubtedly been a better choice, because narcissists can be utterly magnetic and almost impossible to detach from. All of the characters feel completely and utterly sterile. There really is a lot of telling, not showing. Maybe I only say this because I’m starving for imagery or something, but I felt I’d bitten into a piece of red velvet cake only to realize it was a phone book. That’s what this felt like.
The author’s characterization of Commodus is made even less believable by his compulsion to write extremely convoluted and unbelievable explanations to absolve Commodus of any wrongdoing ever, including abuse and murder. Maria blames herself for literally everything wrong that he does and the narrative never contradicts this. But this too is inconsistent characterization, because Maria never blames herself for literally anyone else’s bad treatment of her.
A particularly offensive example of this has to do with a story many probably know about Commodus throwing a slave into a furnace because his bath water wasn’t hot enough. In the novel, this is explained away by Commodus encountering the cold bath and having a ~trauma flashback~ to when someone he cared about died by falling through an icy lake. Commodus is so spaced out and dissociated that he does not hear when the politician he’s hanging out with, for no reason at all, orders the slave be thrown into the furnace. I anticipated that the author was going to set this up to reappear later when the emperor’s reputation goes south, as a rumor or misunderstanding, but it literally doesn’t??? It’s ONLY there to try to absolve the emperor. What’s especially frustrating about this is that it really isn’t all that unheard of for men of considerably less power to throw victims into fires, specifically women. If you read Frances Power Cobbe’s “Wife Torture in England,” she recounts multiple instances of ordinary Victorian men throwing their wives into lit fireplaces, often killing them, for similarly petty reasons (ex: not bringing a beer fast enough). When you know a decent amount about the scale of men’s abuse against women, it actually isn’t that hard to believe that the real Commodus abused his power by burning someone alive for such a small thing. People who aren’t Roman emperors do this kind of stuff more often than you’d think.
Kind of inappropriate to mention this next, but I’m tired of thinking about this book. The author is so dead-set on Commodus being a perfect angel no matter what he does that even the sex scenes were boring. When I was reading this book waiting for my doctor to see me, she asked if it was “the smutty one” (if there’s a smutty Commodus book, please tell meeee). God I wish that were true. The author’s few paragraphs about how Commodus is a literal Greek God, how he cures Maria’s SA trauma with one reassuring sentence (and then his cock, presumably, which is never mentioned), how he just awkwardly starts stripping in front of her and then fucks her with no foreplay at all worthy of a Roman emperor, how he is ~oh so tender~ and gentle and generous and flowers and sparkles…bro can he like, do SOMETHING interesting idc what it is but there is literally no point to a sex scene with absolutely no characterization in it. It could have been between IKEA lamps or Pixar characters.
I don’t pick up a book on one of Rome’s worst emperors to hear how he’s a perfectly innocent puppy who can do no wrong. I pick one up to see just how dark it can get. HMU if you know of one!