In the house of Helios, god of the sun and mightiest of the Titans, a daughter is born. But Circe is a strange child -- not powerful, like her father, nor viciously alluring like her mother. Turning to the world of mortals for companionship, she discovers that she does possess power -- the power of witchcraft, which can transform rivals into monsters and menace the gods themselves. Threatened, Zeus banishes her to a deserted island, where she hones her occult craft, tames wild beasts and crosses paths with many of the most famous figures in all of mythology, including the Minotaur, Daedalus and his doomed son Icarus, the murderous Medea, and, of course, wily Odysseus. But there is danger, too, for a woman who stands alone, and Circe unwittingly draws the wrath of both men and gods, ultimately finding herself pitted against one of the most terrifying and vengeful of the Olympians. To protect what she loves most, Circe must summon all her strength and choose, once and for all, whether she belongs with the gods she is born from, or the mortals she has come to love.
There are also some interesting meditations here on mortality and fate, both of which are often on my mind these days. The last page and a half was as moving as anything I've read in a long time.
Also in awe of the book's insane crossover power. Circe is for lovers of literary fiction and historical fiction, book clubs, scholars, your aunt, your teenager, your best friend. This was a great book to wind up a good reading year.
(There are some neat images of Circe on Miller's blog.)
So when Madeline Miller comes to writing her book
There is a lot of back story here, and Circe meets up with gods and Titans and even famous mortals like Daedalus and others. She values craftsmanship. She values honesty.
So when Odysseus finally shows up with his men we know this woman, and are ready to be sympathetic to her side of the story, heard here for the first time. It's a great story.
( "Men make terrible pigs". )
Ms. Miller has done her research thank the goddess but never falls into the slough of being scholarly. Her Circe is a fascinating girl who makes mistakes and learns and grows and becomes a powerful and resourceful woman, able to stand off goddesses and make bargains with Titans. It's pretty impressive.
Lovely writing too, almost poetical but always driving the story along.
As a mythology fan, there was no way I was going to be disappointed in Ms. Miller’s retelling of Circe’s famous story. However, in spite of the fact that I knew I was going to enjoy the story, I found myself utterly entranced at the world Ms. Miller created. She goes beyond the gods versus man situation. In fact, you quickly forget that Circe is a goddess given how realistic she is. Yes, she may never die and never face any sort of injury, yet her struggles are our struggles. She still faces the most brutal of crimes against women and must deal with the same shame and rage that millions of women endure every day after such attacks. She must prove herself in a world where women are minor, good for breeding and running a household. She faces abuse of every magnitude, isolation, doubt, and worst of all, indifference. She is so feared that her own father and uncle banish her to a deserted island for eternity. Her story is the blueprint for every strong woman who comes after her, just as the men who persecute her are for any man who has found a way to subjugate a woman in some fashion.
The success of Circe hinges on Ms. Miller’s ability to make commonplace beings and events that were not, something at which she succeeds. She makes the mythical normal, the magic commonplace, and the extraordinary mundane. This allows us to focus less on Circe’s eternal lifespan and more on her actions. I mentioned earlier that it is easy to forget she is a goddess, and this is a good thing for it allows you to become her, to experience her pain and humiliation, and celebrate her triumphs. In addition, Ms. Miller puts as much effort in establishing the backdrop as she does her characters so that you get an island that you can easily visualize, feel its breezes, smell the various scents, and hear the sounds the permeate the silence. The ocean becomes something to be feared and simultaneously pitied. Her mountains are soothing friends. Circe’s story is nothing without the nature aspect of it, which she uses to create her magic. Hence, the fact that nature takes on a life of its own and becomes something more than a backdrop against which the rest of the story unfolds fleshes out her story and makes it a three-dimensional one.
I knew I would enjoy it, but I tore through Circe faster than I expected. I did this not just because Circe is such a fascinating character nor solely because Ms. Miller does such a good job of bringing her to life. It is the amalgamation of everything which caused me to voraciously read this particular novel. It is the combination of Circe and her island and the writing and the gods and goddesses and heroes and monsters. It is the addition of magic and pain and power and sacrifice. It is inclusion of loss and love and fear and doubt and the human experience. That is what makes Circe such an impressive story.
If there are any teen readers really, REALLY into mythology, then I can't recommend this literary Wikipedia article enough. (In fact, the way Miller has written Circe would probably appeal to YA readers: 'Ugh, my life is so HARD! Dad is a big important CEO and Mom is so beautiful, and all I have are yellow eyes and a squeaky voice'.) But I just couldn't muster the energy to care, and kept imagining the old stop motion monsters from Jason and the Argonauts while ploughing/skimming through this turgid potted history. Song of Achilles is supposed to be better, but I'm steering well clear for now.
In mythology, Circe was somewhat of a bad-ass, able to morph people and gods into creatures
Miller tries to make Circe more of a sympathetic figure than the myths would otherwise have you believe. The purpose of myths is to give stories that educate and hopefully influence people to behave to a societal norm. This story seems to nerf the impact of who Circe was and makes her less terrifying than the myth-makers had in mind. Circe wasn't the only one getting the softball treatment -- she is an attendant when her sister gives birth to the minotaur, and despite losing a few fingers to the beast while trying to accomplish a c-section, she nevertheless laments at the poor, misunderstood creature's fate.
Unlike Song of Achilles, there is no real story with any sort of plot. Circe is, she does stuff, people and gods suffer, but it's all a stream of consciousness coming from her. In the end, I wished there was something to actually be an end.
I kept reading because I’d become invested in Circe and the things she cared about, and because the prose is so compelling. This is
(It’s also a fascinating and complex portrayal of Odysseus as a man who is charismatic, heroic, wise and also deeply flawed. What is most fascinating is how the focus is not really on him -- he is not the protagonist or the hero of this tale -- but on the impact he has on others, and then, on the contrast between him and others.)
This is how mortals found fame, I thought. Through practice and diligence, tending their skills like gardens until they glowed beneath the sun. But gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips. So they find their fame by proving what they can mar: destroying cities, starting wars, breeding plagues and monsters. All that smoke and savour rising so delicately from our altars. It leaves only ash behind.
Miller takes the mythological character of Circe, a witch who turns part of Odysseus's crew into wild animals and who has a relationship with him, as well as other appearances she makes in Greek mythology and creates a wonderfully complex character, who struggles to find a place she belongs in, while tying her into many traditional events. There's a lot that can be said about what Miller is doing and how she's subverting some traditions, while keeping utterly to the spirit of mythology, but basically I read the entire book in a state of uncritical joy.
Circe was a witch, exiled to the island by her father, Helios. She found she had a talent for using plants to create potions which combined with spells can transform objects and living things. Luckily she was on an island with a verdant environment with a great variety of plants, and time. She surrounded herself with tame lions and wolves and nymphs who were also escaping the hazards of living among the gods. Occasionally a ship would pull up on her shores and the sailors would be treated according to their behavior.
Miller expands greatly on Circe's story from her childhood to her life after Odysseus. She gives us a glimpse into the possible life of gods and demigods relative to the lives of us mere mortals. It seems they are just like us except that retribution and reward are much more epic when meted out.
The cover, btw, is in a reflective copper - absolutely gorgeous!
"child, make another"
I don't even have words for how profoundly beautiful the book is. Mastery in every way, the writing, the pacing, the story. It should resonate with every person who has lived through dark times, the unexplained darkness of being a woman, a mother, a pain that has
I felt every sentence, every emotion as if they were my own. And Circe the "malevolent" witch of the Odyssey. Here's the real of it, a woman's truth is always hidden behind the tales of men.
This will be an all time favorite book for me. I wished it never ended.
Bonus points to the narration by Perdita Weeks. Absolute perfection.
Read. This. Book.
I especially liked the ending to her story. It was satisfying on many levels and makes you say, "Ah, of course!"
"Life is not so simple as a loom. What you weave, you cannot unravel with a tug."
"He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only
Circe is the brilliant retelling of the Greek myth of Circe, daughter of the sun god Helios and the nymph Perse. Circe is a witch, a demigod who has been, in this telling, alienated and marginalized all her life -- set aside by parents, ridiculed by siblings, scoffed at by other gods, eventually exiled to an island to live out her days in isolation and despair. Not so easily is this heroin cast aside.
The language in this literary recreation is spare and lovely. Circe herself is a strong, admirable woman who gradually learns to stand up for herself and make choices based on self-interest, yes, but also on the basis of a clear moral compass. As her story unfolds, so does that of Greek mythology: the story of Odysseus who takes Circe as a lover and by whom she bears a son, the stories of the Minotaur and Scylla, Prometheus, Daedalus and Icarus, Achilles and Hector, and more. Had Greek mythology been told with this sense of story and pacing when I was in high school, I would have loved it. This is literature at its best: moving, engaging, humorous, and deeply human (yes, even when we are speaking of gods). The universality of the Greek stories emerges from every tale and Circe herself becomes a heroin to be revered and remembered. Heartily recommended.
Ancient myths come to life again refurbished in Madeline Miller's retelling of the tale of the Greek's Wicked Witch
Circe's knowledge of pharmakopea, the magical lore of the innate powers of herbs and plants, and her talent for distilling them into useful potions sows fears among her relatives, the Titans, who dwell in her father's, Helios the sun god's, court. As the millennia pass, Circe is occasionally visited by seafarers, most of whom are of the nasty pirating kind.
Following a brutal attack at the hands of one such visiting leader of a dastardly crew, she gets her revenge by turning them into swine, and from there. . .well, it's a gory end.
The ways of gods and goddesses is nasty, bitter, and cruel. They're both fearsome and untrustworthy, as exemplified by Athena and Hermes. The contest of wills and power among the unlikable deities is continuous throughout the novel.
Miller gives us a prose epic that is the epitaph of the Heroic Age of Greece, symbolized by the arrival to Aiaia of Odysseus, endeavoring in a half-hearted way, to return home to his kingdom, Ithaca, wife Penelope, and son, Telemachus. It's been 7 years and he will still face delays. We see Odyssus as the last of the Greek heroes, understanding that the man is terminally flawed because of his love, above all else, for warfare and bloodlust.
It is left to the sons of Odysseus -- Telemachus and Telegonus -- by two women, his wife and Circe to bring about the new Age of Civilization. Cooperation, peace, just law, and city building, not the tricks of surviving in hand-to-hand, mano-a-mano attack or successfully besieging a walled city like Troy will be the hallmarks of that New Age.
For Circe, the world of Olympian and Titanic forms offers nothing in comparison to the qualities she sees in the forms of mortals whose ingenuity, persistence against impossible circumstances, capacity for love, and even their unavoidable ultimate fate seem far more desirable. For the promise of a reunion with loved ones and Great Souls is, in her view, a greater final destiny than the eternal suspension of reward that can never be possessed by any immortal. Miller shows us by the end of the novel that Man will rule the world through the advances that arise within his own mind, and that the Age of the Gods will ultimately wane to nothing.
The last third of the book is full of somewhat surprising twists and turns -- I was kept guessing as to how it would all turn out, and was ultimately satisfied. With all of her witchery, magic, power, and independence, Circe has always been one of my favorite mythic characters. Madeline Miller has done her proud.
We meet Circe as a child in the halls of her Titan
It’s a story of loneliness and longing. The beautiful language draws you in immediately. If you know any Greek mythology the characters will be familiar, but Miller gives them new depth. Just as she did in The Song of Achilles, she brings that ancient world alive and I couldn’t put it down.
BOTTOM LINE: Circe is such a wonderfully complex character. She is full of flaws and selfishness along side guilt and empathy. In this book there are no clear villains and heroes, just characters full of life and contradictions. I can’t wait to return to her world again one day.
“It is not fair,” I said. “It cannot be.”
“Those are two different things,” my grandmother said.
“In a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
“Within him was an ocean’s worth of grief, which could only be stoppered a moment, never emptied.”
“It is youth’s gift not to feel its debts.”
“Those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats.”
Miller's genius is in giving us insight into Circe's psyche. Once on the island, none of her actions are taken for pure revenge: there are always mitigating circumstances, including self defense and the protection of loved ones. Certainly the themes of women's lack of power, the silencing of their voices, and their devaluation are at the forefront. Initially antagonists, Circe and Penelope eventually form a bond that also demonstrates the power women can achieve when they join forces. But lest you are put off by the feminist slant, never fear: there are plenty of gods, monsters, and mayhem straight out of mythology, including Daedalus and Icarus, Scylla and Charybdis, Hermes, Apollo, Artemis, Athena, the Minotaur, and more.
Overall, this is an enchanted and enchanting novel, as beautifully written and vividly imagined as Miller's first , The Song of Apollo. I can hardly wait for her next venture into Greek mythology.