Lavinia by Ursula K. LeGuin
Published by: Harcourt, Inc. on April 1, 2008
Genre: Ancient Historical Fiction, Mythology
Rating: ★★★★★
Synopsis: In The Aeneid, Vergil’s hero fights to claim the king’s daughter, Lavinia, with whom he is destined to found an empire. Lavinia herself never speaks a word. Now, Ursula K. Le Guin gives Lavinia a voice in a novel that takes us to the half-wild world of ancient Italy, when Rome was a muddy village near seven hills.
Lavinia grows up knowing nothing but peace and freedom, until suitors come. Her mother wants her to marry handsome, ambitious Turnus. But omens and prophecies spoken by the sacred springs say she must marry a foreigner—that she will be the cause of a bitter war—and that her husband will not live long. When a fleet of Trojan ships sails up the Tiber, Lavinia decides to take her destiny into her own hands. And so she tells us what Vergil did not: the story of her life, and of the love of her life. Lavinia is a book of passion and war, generous and austerely beautiful, from a writer working at the height of her powers.
A single daughter, now ripe for a man,
now of full marriageable age, kept the great household.
There’s something so fascinating about books that tackle the most ancient, iconic stories that are embedded deeply into the very fabric of Western literature, and breath new life into them. Perhaps that’s why I loved Circe (by Madeleine Miller) and why I felt so drawn to this book — a reimagining of Virgil’s Aeneid through the eyes of Lavinia.
In the poem itself, Lavinia is an odd character. It’s as if — as LeGuin points out in Lavinia — Virgil only had room for one fleshed out romance: The tragic story of Dido, queen of Carthage. Lavinia, meanwhile, is the cause of the war that consumes the last part of the Aeneid, the impetus behind the bloodshed that the entire epic builds up to. Yet as a character, she is little more than a shadow, lingering in the background with barely any presence. The poem doesn’t even end with her marriage to Aeneas; it ends abruptly on the famous murder of Turnus (Aeneas’s rival for her hand in marriage). From a Homeric perspective, she is the Aeneid‘s Helen, yet she is a fraction of the character that Helen was; she doesn’t speak at all in the entire epic.
That’s why it’s so impressive that LeGuin centers her entire book around Lavinia, breathing life into her character and truly bringing the Aeneid to life. She builds up the Bronze-Age world of Laurentum and Latium with vivid imagery and a strong sense of place and time. From the first few chapters, it’s easy to fall into the rhythm of the book, the routines of prayer, piety, and salt-gathering the consume Lavinia’s life amongst a peaceful, rough kingdom of farmers.
LeGuin draws out Lavinia in fine detail, including her tumultuous relationship with her mother, the expectations placed on her as the daughter of a king, her deep connection to religion, and a sense of duty. Much of it comes, of course, from LeGuin’s imagination, but it doesn’t feel at odds with Virgil’s rougher sketch of Latium and its royal family.
One unique aspect of the book that was maybe more controversial — but that I liked — was Lavinia’s self-awareness as a literary creation. She meets several times with “her poet” — a ghost of Virgil, on his deathbed and regretting that his epic must be left unfinished — learning of the world he created, and reflecting how little life he gave her. This kind of character self-awareness is tricky to pull off but it works here. There’s a lot of complexity and shades to this device; Lavinia knows she owes her tenuous existence to Virgil but also operates as a character outside of the confines of his lines (at one point she points out he got the color of her hair very wrong).
Is this LeGuin’s own reflection on how literary characters start as creations of the author but ultimately take on varied shades from the readers that further color them?
I also really appreciated how knowledgeable and respectful LeGuin was of Virgil’s work. There are many references to prophecies of the glory of Rome to come culminating in Emperor Augustus — and that’s important because ultimately the Aeneid is a piece of Augustan poetry (meaning it was commissioned by the Emperor Augustus, intended to reflect the glory of his reign), and that context is absolutely vital, woven into its fabric. And though Lavinia is the main character, she also takes time to make sense of Aeneas — the contradictions between the humble, pious, rational warrior and the vengeful murderer presented in the famous closing scene of the Aeneid.
A final note is that I think it’s a lot easier to follow this novel and really understand the beats of the story if you’re familiar with the Aeneid. If you want to read it, I’d recommend this translation, but if you just want a quick overview you can find summaries here, here, and here.
Verdict: The Lavinia of this novel is very different from the silent, blushing maiden that sits in the background of Virgil’s work. LeGuin gives her a more modern spirit, presenting her as a full, intelligent, compassionate character, but one that rings true with the ancient setting and context.