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36 of 39 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
Informative but Empathetically Dry, March 10, 2003
There is a blurb on one of the Flashman novels--I forget which and I can't find it now--which makes a comment about the author, George MacDonald Fraser. It says something like, not only is he a great writer, he is also a great storyteller. I thought of this after finishing Pressfield's excellent novel and feeling strangely unfulfilled. He is unquestionably a great writer: his knowledge of that which he writes is impeccable, he has a great and intelligent imagination, and he has a sound and thorough understanding of human nature. But it is as a storyteller, alas, that the novel falls somewhat short. This novel has to do with the clash of cultures between the burgeoning Greek civilization and the mythical Amazon society and takes place about 1250 B. C. The plot is a little convoluted. It starts as the story of a group of Greeks tracking down an escaped Amazon slave. On the journey, an account is told by a couple of the older fellows of a previous trip to the land of the Amazons, and the subsequent Amazon invasion of Athens. This makes up the meat of the book. But also in there is the story of the very first Greek visit to Amazonia, made by the mythical Heracles. So we have a story within a story within a story, all of which relate essentially the same journey. But this is not what bothers me. What bothers me is that the story of these journeys and the events which occurred on them is really all there is. Despite the fact that the book is comprised of several first-person narratives, we don't get the inner, personal stories of these people. To go back to Flashman: yes, he was present at the Charge of the Light Brigade, and yes, he was present at Custer's Last Stand. But the difference is, these are not the story. The story is Flashman's life; what he was doing, where he was, how he got into these situations, what he thinks of them, and how he got out of them. This is what makes good historical fiction. We as readers are far more able to come to a new understanding of events when we are able to view of them through the eyes of a fully fleshed-out human being, one whom we've come to know and empathize with, and one who has an opinion we yearn to hear. This is a lot different from having a cardboard character read a history to us, no matter how interesting the subject matter. But I am being perhaps a little too harsh, because, no question about it, the subject matter here is very interesting, and, as mentioned earlier, is brought to us by an author who is truly, remarkably knowledgeable about this stuff. We get descriptions of the peoples who inhabited the areas around the Black Sea, we get descriptions of the Amazon way of life, and we get descriptions of the beginnings of Greek civilization. The Amazon way of life is particularly imaginative and detailed, with their groups of three, their mating rituals, their preoccupation with horses, and their splendid prowess with arms. Also excellent is the description of the siege of Athens, and the various other battles which take place throughout this novel. Again, Mr. Pressfield is extremely knowledgeable about ancient warfare, and there is so much here which was new to me: battle formations, cavalry and siege tactics, the importance of strong leadership, etc. In general, one gets an idea of what the average soldier feels ands experiences as he participates in an ancient, horrific battle. Also here are the trademark, grand Pressfield speeches. The debates between Theseus and the Amazon queen, Eleuthera, are particularly wonderful. Theseus argues for the benefits of civilization and the ways in which it frees men to pursue their goals beyond simple subsistence. Eleuthera scorns this: "Our Athenian guest claims that cities produce leisure. What rubbish! Who has more free time than the hunter or warrior, whose very work is sport?" There is much more in this vein, all of which is very thought-provoking, and brings to one a vague sense of longing for the wild, untamed, ancient (or maybe not-so-ancient), past. Pressfield is a great writer, no doubt about it, and this is a great book. But it sure would be nice to find a friend in here somewhere.
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