Having studied Greek and Roman literature for an entire term, I have been craving some fiction that could transport me to these times – albeit without the ancient language or dry non-fiction accounts. Yet as someone who has not delved into much historical fiction before, I found it incredibly difficult to find a somewhat credible, yet entertaining read. Then a friend suggested I read the classic piece of historical fiction: I, Claudius by Robert Graves.
The
title is somewhat deceptive, as the story does not actually revolve around the
rule of Claudius, but rather recounts the events leading up to his accession to
the Roman throne, through his perspective. Claudius is an interesting choice
for a narrator: as a stammering cripple, he’s no ordinary fictional hero. I’d
like to say that his physical hindrances are made up for by a clear moral
integrity, but this is not entirely the case. Within the context of his family,
Claudius is quite sane, smart and well, a lot nicer then the rest. But, perhaps
wisely, he never really attempts to act out against the inequalities and
brutalities that surround him on a day-to-day basis. He is, rather, a reclusive
historian, recording the events around him dispassionately. Perhaps it would
have been slightly incongruous within the setting, to have a moralizing hero,
amidst the excesses and grotesque habits of the royal family. Graves’ choice of
narration – a contemporaneous mock first-person history – is also a clever one,
as Claudius never has to go into minute detail, describing the day-to-day lives
of his subjects. His portrait is made with broad brushstrokes, with wide leaps
in narrative and time, allowing Graves to take great liberties with history.
Overall,
the narrative is engaging, despite becoming repetitively brutal and nonsensical
towards the end. There seems to be no respite from the evils of the
all-powerful, over-privileged ruling class, as the novel continually ups its
perverse ante. Starting with the rule of Augustus and the behind-the-scenes
machinations of his wife Livia, which already raise eyebrows and provide
conflict, the novel only descends further into debauchery through the rule of
Tiberius, and finally crazy Caligula. The latter is such a ridiculously unjust
and cruel ruler, that these passages almost seem comic. Caligula is presented
as a man who has forever stayed in the happy years of his childhood, playing
pretend by acting like a God and waging pretend-wars against the sea. Yet this
childlike manner is coupled with an immense bloodthirst and unchecked power,
which together create the ultimate villain. The physically weak, but mentally
sharp Claudius does not really provide an antithesis to this obscene villainy,
yet we empathize with him and cheer him on in his attempts to evade death.
After
an entire novel devoted to villains, it remains to be seen whether the sequel
to I, Claudius provides a proportionate
counterpoint in the hero, Claudius.
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