Found a new favourite! The writing was wonderful!
The talent, creativity and ingenuity of the author deserve all the applause that can be showered upon him!
I have noticed, that the more I like a book, the less I feel I have to say about it. Still, I will try my best to note down my thoughts to give some semblance of a review.
This is an epistolary novel which follows the life and reign of Octavian or Augustus, the first emperor of Rome, from when he was a shy youth of nineteen to the ruler of world in his seventies.
You know his appearance now; it has not changed much. But now he is Emperor of the world, and I must look beyond that to see him as he was then; and I swear to you that I, whose service to him has been my knowledge of the hearts of both his friends and enemies, could not have foreseen what he was to become. I thought him a pleasant stripling, no more, with a face too delicate to receive the blows of fate, with a manner too diffident to achieve purpose, and with a voice too gentle to utter the ruthless words that a leader of men must utter. I thought that he might become a scholar of leisure, or a man of letters; I did not think that he had the energy to become even a senator, to which his name and wealth entitled him
We start following Octavian’s journey, when he is being trained by his uncle Julius Caesar, who plans on adopting him. We see him through the eyes of his closest friends, Marcus Agrippa, Quintus Salvidienus Rufus, and Gaius Cilnius Maecenas, who were his friends before he came into any power.
But I swear to you, we were friends from that moment onward; and that moment of foolish laughter was a bond stronger than anything that came between us later--victories or defeats, loyalties or betrayals, griefs, or joys.
But the days of youth go, and part of us goes with them, not to return.
Then after the sudden and brutal murder of Caesar, his destiny calls to him and he chooses to answer. That choice, at that moment, will come to change the face of the world and his life beyond recognition.
only one with contempt for power could have used it so well.
The political intrigues, the schemes, the betrayals, the murders, and the thirst for power, all of it plays like a political Godfather. We explore many characters through these letters, or journal entries. Naturally, many famous characters of history play an important role or make an appearance, like Horace, Ovid, Marcus Antonius, Cleopatra, Cicero, Brutus, and most importantly Julia, the daughter of Octavius. There was a lot of emphasis on her character development.
We understand the nature of power, and how it manipulates the lives of people. It dictates marriages, alliances, children, friendships, and so on. Every action has an ulterior motive.
My father has it all written down, so that one might always know to whom one is married.
(The Wikipedia page to follow the marriages in Julio-Claudian bloodline will give one a headache for sure lol)
We see Octavius leading Rome through Civil wars and factions. We see his many military campaigns, victories, defeats, alliances, and betrayals.
But we may like him or dislike him, he undeniably did create a Roman Empire as it has stood out in that period of world history.
Yet the Empire of Rome that he created has endured the harshness of a Tiberius, the monstrous cruelty of a Caligula, and the ineptness of a Claudius.
I loved reading this. I will highly recommend it.
I would also like to highlight some general quotes I enjoyed.
perhaps there is but one god. But if that is true, you have misnamed him. He is Accident, and his priest is man, and that priest's only victim must be at last himself, his poor divided self.
I decide to make a poem when I am compelled by some strong feeling to do so but I wait until the feeling hardens into a resolve; then I conceive an end, as simple as I can make it, toward which that feeling might progress, though often I cannot see how it will do so. And then I compose my poem, using whatever means are at my command. I borrow from others if I have to no matter. I invent if I have to-no matter. I use the language that I know, and I work within its limits. But the point is this: the end that I discover at last is not the end that I conceived at first. For every solution entails new choices, and every choice made poses new problems to which solutions must be found, and so on and on. Deep in his heart, the poet is always surprised at where his poem has gone.
The winds and rains of time will at last crumble the most solid stone, and there is no wall that can be built to protect the human heart from its own weakness.
I am sure that you have had, as we all have, that mysterious experience of prescience a moment when, beyond reason and cause, at a word, or at the flicker of an eyelid, or at anything at all, one has a sudden foreboding of what, one does not know. 1am not a religious man; but I am sometimes nearly tempted to believe that the gods do speak to us, and that only in unguarded moments will we listen.