Thought I’d read this before getting into Circe. In this short story, we are introduced to a reinterpretation of the myth of Galatea and Pygmalion.
Madeline’s take on Pygmalion does not differ drastically from Ovid’s. In both interpretations, he idealizes female purity and is deeply repulsed by the women around him. Consequently, he sculpts a woman from ivory/stone who ideally fits his projection—young, untouched, and “perfect”.
In Madeline Miller’s version, Galatea is constantly monitored by doctors and nurses, instructed to lie down and remain quiet. In this enforced silence, she is stripped of autonomy, voice, and agency. Her oppression, rooted in patriarchal control, is very pitiable, and I just can’t help but connect to her emotionally.
Much like most short stories, it can be difficult to incorporate all the necessary details to form a story that feels whole, especially when balancing emotional weight, plot, writing, and character development. In this case, I think Galatea captured certain aspects quite well—particularly the writing. Though it isn’t as poetic or lyrical as Circe or The Song of Achilles, the abruptness and pared-back narration captures Galatea’s thoughts and inner monologue remarkably. Then again, like most short stories, it’s also difficult to fully connect with and engage in a story that is so brief. While this story is very intriguing—and certainly important—it didn’t impact me quite as much as I expected.
On the whole, I found this to be an interesting read, touching feminism, misogyny, and abuse with clarity. In the end, it highlights the lengths Galatea is willing to go to prevent the same fate from befalling her daughter; showing that a mother’s love conquers all.
4 stars