The book offers a biography of Cleopatra VII "Thea Philopator" the last queen of Egypt. A moral cautionary tale and a ruthless autocrat to some, indistinguishable from the Lady of the West (Isis) to others. Her story, reduced primarily to her association with Caesar and Mark Antony, is precisely what this work seeks to correct.
The author attempts to place Cleopatra in her Egyptian context and not simply settle for a retelling that sees her uniquely through her interactions with Rome. The surviving narratives of Cleopatra come largely from Roman or Greek writers living at a distance from the time of the events which they describe and are therefore polluted by elements of Roman propaganda aimed at distorting her image, whatever is left of her memory reflects the biases of a moralizing narrative that pigeonholes her into the stereotype of the seductress and the embodiment of oriental decadence. This telling of her story was in turn inherited uncritically and absorbed to fit the cultural norms of all those that came after the Romans. At each telling (whether in the Middle Ages, the Renaissance, or at the time of Shakespeare) Cleopatra was molded back and forth to reflect the moral views and concerns of the era. Hence, what survives of her now tells us more about those who are narrating the story than it does about the heroine herself. The author seeks to bring back and revive the historical Cleopatra through the detective work of an archaeologist by piecing together the stories that different inscriptions, artifacts...etc. tell to form a coherent portrait of who the last queen of the Ptolemies really was.
Mostly educated guesswork, the book has a mission to correct the myths and provide a more plausible account of her life and times. There is an emphasis throughout that her sexuality is to be viewed as a political asset and not a reflection of a moral flaw. The author also asks us to see her liaisons and relationships as being motivated by strategic thinking and necessity rather than passion. Most important of all, the central idea of this "biography" is that she was a product of Ptolemaic culture. By referencing dynastic precedent, we start to see that her ruthlessness and character were shaped by this atmosphere of never-ending palace intrigues, assassinations, and a very hard-to-please population.
Though the author, through taking on an impossible unenviable task, ends up interrupting the narrative at best or misrepresenting her book as a biography at worst, she is simply trying to do too many things at once; On the one hand, she is writing a corrective biography of Cleopatra. On the other, she is continuously re-educating the reader about Ptolemaic Egypt.
When the topic is Cleopatra herself or her relationships vis-à-vis her people, Caesar or Rome the narrative is coherent and tight. But the constant zooming out (with background explanations, vignettes about Ptolemaic figures with tangled lineages, and reminders of dynastic precedents) drags the whole momentum to a standstill at times. not to mention the periodic focus on trivial matters and their over-rationalization as a means to salvage a more plausible account of them which itself cannot be justified on the basis of their pure unimportance (Does it really matter whether, for the sake of impressing her guests, she actually managed to dissolve pearls in her drink and then proceeded to consume it?).
In her obsession with always shying away from romanticizing Cleopatra or portraying her as a tragic heroine figure, the author keeps interrupting her exposition to explain or justify things away. This in itself is not a problem, but I feel that, in terms of a biography, it should not be obsessively centered around such justifications and defensive postures (the book keeps interrupting itself!!). And if the author was pressed or faced with an irresistible urge to do so, it should have been a different book on its own terms about just that, and not labeled a "biography" . Once you start over-rationalizing everything, it kills any sympathy toward the historical figure and dulls our tendency to empathize. It comes off as if she does not want us to enjoy the story too much, lest such enjoyment feed into myth (the very thing she is rallying against). But, alas, and to be honest, this is the price to pay for the author’s puritanical faithfulness to historical facts (or approximations of facts, Remember, it is mostly guesswork).
For me, the book was mostly enjoyable, bar distracting trivialities. The first half was great, and you get to learn a thing or two about ancient Egyptian theology and cults in the process and their usage as a means of manufacturing consent. Besides, who wouldn’t like an entire chapter dedicated to Ptolemaic Alexandria? (By God, it must have been a magnificent sight to see). I would like to conclude by saying: only read this if you’re interested in the topic, and even if you are interested, I’d advise another work other than this (I still think calling it a "biography" is a misrepresentation). So, to correct myself: only read it IF YOU HAVE TO (for lack of a better alternative).
Rating: 3/5.