(This review contains spoilers)
Having thoroughly enjoyed The Song of Achilles, I had high hopes for Circe and it didn't disappoint. With the exception of Chiron and Thetis, the mythic elements of the former title were more subdued, but this time there is no getting around it. Being a demigod living in her father Helios' palace, Miller is forced to put gods and monsters at the forefront of her narrative. In the early chapters, she tries to reconcile the often tricky, convoluted and contradictory genealogies and statuses of the various gods, demigods, titans and nymphs, although I can see why it might feel overwhelming to those not used to Greek myth. I realised quite early on that while Miller does cover a lot of major mythic beats (many of them much later Ovid additions), she plays fast and loose with their content, weaving what is essentially a high quality work of fanfiction.
Circe is the forgotten child of the mighty sun titan Helios, overlooked, ridiculed and scorned because... they don't like her voice, or something...? Miller could have worked more on that. Turning to witchcraft (more like herbcraft), in a fit of jealousy she transforms the vain nymph Scylla into the famed sea monster of the Straits and is consequently exiled to an island. The island dwelling Circe is how we meet her in The Odyssey, and I expected her union with Odysseus to make up the bulk of the narrative. Instead, it was covered in just a couple of chapters. Prior to this, Circe has a side adventure where she visits her cousin Pasiphae in Crete to deliver a baby Minotaur and have a fling with Daedalus. I suppose it would have been too much of a stretch for her to remain on her island for the entirety of the book.
Much of Circe feels like 'meet the stars', as big names from the canon are paraded before the reader - Hermes, Athena, Apollo, Jason, Medea, Telemachus, Penelope. Every god, man and his dog visited her so-called secluded island at some point! Living amongst her tame wild animals, Circe begins turning visiting sailors into pigs after she is raped. This book came out in a peak 'me too' era, where feminist revisions of classic stories were all the rage, so it was inevitable that Miller would lean into this. Circe as wronged woman, as opposed to manipulative witch, was always going to be a more palatable offering to modern audience who struggle with the nuances and moral complexities of antiquated myth. (I could go on at length about modern Marvelisations of Greek myth, but it's not within the scope of this review!) In short, I'm not sure it was necessary for Circe to be raped by a mortal, but there we have it.
There was a lot I liked about Circe, hence the high rating, but it was far from perfect. With such a rich tapestry to pluck from, I found it odd that she would invent Trygon, an elder god/ manta monster who lends her his venom-dipped tail as a spear. I'm sure there are plenty of figures from Greek myth who could have filled that role, but perhaps she wanted to enjoy some more creative license. It was good to see Scylla fleshed out too, she as always my favourite character from mythology, and often gets looked over. Miller gives absolutely no love to Charybdis however. I also felt like Miller's writing, as strange a complaint as this might sound, was too highly polished at times. In the process of doing the same thing to my own novel, I could see the editor's pen imprint too clearly in places, with the prose overworked to the point of ringing slightly hollow. Overall, a decent and easy read to scratch that mythic itch.
Rating: 4/5