SPOILERS AHEAD!
I’m going to start with the things I enjoyed about this book, because it’s not entirely bad. The best part about this book is the writing itself, especially setting/place-writing and the inclusion of well-researched historical elements that are integrated skillfully. The slow, slice-of-life, style is something I enjoyed personally.
I will say, this book is definitely very graphic and not for the faint of heart.
I am not sensitive to these topics in the slightest, but the book was just so heavy-handed and gratuitous with the sexual violence, I found myself asking the question, why? What purpose does it serve, apart from shock value? I doubt the extensive depth and variety of rape scenes is needed, and it certainly is an interesting choice.
At times, there is a blur between portraying and pornifying scenes. Certain descriptors, interactions and thoughts in these scenes are more reminiscent of a full grown man, rather than a boy. Specifically, in the scene between Melpomene and Sparrow, where she ‘teaches him’ how to be a wolf, the dialogue and physical reactions seem to blur that line, especially lines like “‘Before I answer that,’ she says, laying her warm hand on my thigh, ‘I’m going to do something for you first.’” and “in almost the same place on my body, the silkiest pleasure I've ever felt”.
“As I feel my own pleasure swelling unstoppably between my legs, I wonder what I look like, but Sparrow is nowhere to be found, and instead I sit with my knees spread and my hands gripping the edge of the seat, looking out of my own eyes at a woman's head bobbing up and down between my legs. I am confused and excited and afraid all at once.” bffr. This does not read like a child being raped, and the fact that it’s not clear? Astounding. I literally can’t put into words how baffled I am.
This, accompanied by scenes like Sparrow walking in on Focaria and Euterpe having sex, which is an interesting choice to introduce their relationship like that. Not that it itself is bad, but the connotations attached considering the already blurred between portraying and pornifying is something to consider.
The perspective is also something I found lacking. There are a few times where this child seems to have adult/modernized views on sex, seen when he’s suddenly disgusted by Euturpe after finding out she is a wolf/what wolves do. It’s a very interesting thought process that reads more akin to a 21st century adult man, rather than a 10 year old boy from Ancient Rome. This disgust might have made sense if Sparrow was older/had experience with women and sex, giving him a reason to see her as dirty now. But he’s a child, and it doesn’t make sense. The fact you could make him older, and nothing would change about his perspective speaks volumes. His age should color every thought and experience he has, and yet it doesn’t. It’s disappointing, honestly, as if this perspective were executed well and really got inside the psychology of how a child perceives these events, it would’ve been so good.
Now, my main beef with this book is the characterisation of the women. These women are created with an illusion of depth, and it’s disappointing.
Not to be that person, but it definitely falls into the category of men writing women, which is interesting considering most of the characters in this book are women. They tend to fall into the stereotypical perfect pious mother figure, and the evil bitchy woman. Take the three main women for example, Focaria, Melpomene and Euterpe. Euterpe is seen as pious and naive and hopeful, always being framed as the victim. Maybe she’s supposed to symbolize hope of a future, but it’s in poor taste that she’s also the mother. It reads very shallow and stereotypical, lacking nuance. And Melpomene? Come on, do I even need to say this. She reads like the mean business woman from every hallmark movie ever. Both her and Focaria seem evil for the sake of being evil, or committing cruel acts for the sake of it/or for very shallow reasons that lend themselves to the illusion of depth, rather than actually giving itself to them.
Especially since Melpomene is supposed to understand the wolves, yet her lack of empathy is an example of how shallow the characterization is in this book. I’m sorry, but being a bitch or ‘business-forward’ cannot be the whole of a character's personality and goals.
Focaria is the most interesting to me because I feel like so much she could’ve been that she wasn’t. That complicated relationship between being a carer for a child, a mother in a sense, but it being forced on you? That love-hate that could’ve been, instead replaced by her being jealous of a child. She spends most of the book being cruel to him, literally attempting to kill him (for something that wasn’t his fault, which she knows wasn't his fault) and then turning around at the end and holding his hand as she skips into the sunset with him? Be for real.
And the ending. I was so disappointed. It was rushed, unsatisfying and didn’t make any sense. I had alot of questions, namely ‘what the fuck is happening’, with crucial details of how Eutrepre escaped, why Foccacia tried to kill him (and abused him frequently in the past) and is now all chummy with him? Which, by the way, doesn’t add depth to her character but rather contradicts everything we know about her. Why they are willing to escape now, and even the simple fact of how Euterpe was able to free Sparrow without any hassle from anyone on the ship. I genuinely thought it was a dying fantasy, until I remembered that he lives until he’s old.
*Edit: It being a 'just a dream' is literally a worse outcome than the above.
I’ve read these other reviews that rehash the blurb and I'm genuinely wondering if we read the same book. All of my personal opinions aside, the ending was objectively terrible. I am genuinely baffled, but mainly just really disappointed.
I think the thing that bothers me most about this book is that I could’ve loved it.
There are so many elements and concepts that could’ve been so good, had so much potential, especially with the excellent prose and historical knowledge/inclusion. The slow, almost slice-of-life style i fucking love, especially in my favourite genre, in one of my favourite periods of history? I’m just disappointed that it sucked.