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I struggle with rating classics. It forces me to confront how sometimes arbitrary my ratings really are even as I pretend there are clear lines.
I think the impact of the Eclogues would be hard to deny. There’s almost certainly an argument to be made (by someone with more background knowledge in Greek lit than me) that we might not even know what pastoral literature is if Virgil hadn’t read Theocritus’s Idylls and thought, “I can do better than that!”
And no question, there are beautiful phrases here. The imagery is rich, there’s a deftness to the social commentary subtext, and some sharp wit, especially in David Ferry’s translation - there’s a great intro and the appendices are very helpful in making the book more accessible to a wider audience than, say, The Aeneid (which I loathed). It shows particularly well in Eclogue III, the song duel between Damoetus and Menalcus*, which I very eruditely summarized in my notes as “two dudes ripping on each other” and “this is a dick-measuring contest”, but has the kind of ripostes you find in, say, Romeo & Juliet’s thumb-biting scene.
Song contests are a big thing in these. The Eclogues are basically Ancient Greek Eurovision, but with more namedropping, which would probably be very effective if I didn’t have to look up whatever new name appears in each line.
So I appreciate it on an intellectual, historical, and scholarly level. But did I *like* it? Did I find it an enjoyable reading experience? Would I be content if it were the only book on an island? Nope. But I am glad I read it and I’m looking forward to seeing how it influenced Edmund Spenser’s work.
*class theory supports Menalcus as being the “main character,” competing with Tityrus as Virgil’s avatar. What do you think?
I think the impact of the Eclogues would be hard to deny. There’s almost certainly an argument to be made (by someone with more background knowledge in Greek lit than me) that we might not even know what pastoral literature is if Virgil hadn’t read Theocritus’s Idylls and thought, “I can do better than that!”
And no question, there are beautiful phrases here. The imagery is rich, there’s a deftness to the social commentary subtext, and some sharp wit, especially in David Ferry’s translation - there’s a great intro and the appendices are very helpful in making the book more accessible to a wider audience than, say, The Aeneid (which I loathed). It shows particularly well in Eclogue III, the song duel between Damoetus and Menalcus*, which I very eruditely summarized in my notes as “two dudes ripping on each other” and “this is a dick-measuring contest”, but has the kind of ripostes you find in, say, Romeo & Juliet’s thumb-biting scene.
Song contests are a big thing in these. The Eclogues are basically Ancient Greek Eurovision, but with more namedropping, which would probably be very effective if I didn’t have to look up whatever new name appears in each line.
So I appreciate it on an intellectual, historical, and scholarly level. But did I *like* it? Did I find it an enjoyable reading experience? Would I be content if it were the only book on an island? Nope. But I am glad I read it and I’m looking forward to seeing how it influenced Edmund Spenser’s work.
*class theory supports Menalcus as being the “main character,” competing with Tityrus as Virgil’s avatar. What do you think?