Follows an idea through three characters and times: a Gallic bishop facing the Burgundians and Visigoths, a Provencal poet during the Avignon papacy and a French historian during the Occupation. The human characters are pretty well done but the idea is protagonist.
While his art historian-detective cozies are entertaining in their own right, Dream of Scipio is challenging.

Iain Pears' novel about the ebb of civilizations, virtue and evil spans almost two millennia but very little geographical space: it tells three stories set at the brink of societal chaos in the south of France.

Each of the three is related, and each shares a pattern. Writing echoed situations like this runs the risk of being either too parallel, and thus too obvious, or too vague, leaving the audience searching madly for hidden connections. Pears does an admirable job of navigating between these two rocky shores, giving enough connections between his temporally-scattered characters, but not too much.

All three take place at historical pivot points, at times when the survival of western civilization is not assured. But Pears is not telling the story of the crises themselves, at least not directly. What he is focused on is characters in those times, who see the looming disaster in the offing, but whose own personal disasters crest before the ones that made it into the history books.

Manlius, a worldly, epicurean landowner in late Antiquity, has to figure out how to keep at least part of southern Gaul safe from barbarians massing in the north, while around him the scaffolding of the fading Roman empire collapses.

Olivier de Noyen, a spunky medieval poet and fiery-hearted lad, instigates himself between the encroaching, obliterating Black Death and the furious, murderous anti-Semitic mobs bent on finding justice, somewhere, anywhere.

And Julien Barneuve, a slightly milquetoast and ultimately impenetrable academic, spends his days in libraries trying to piece together the pieces of Manlius' and Oliviers' fates, until World War II puts him in an impossible moral position.

For all three men, destiny is set in the form of a woman. For Manlius, the steady and wise philosopher, Sophia. Olivier has Rebecca, the servant of a Rabbi, and Julien, like-named Julia, an artist, who is, dangerously, Jewish.

Pears' stage is set for intricate unrolling of a fascinating tale. And nothing is done badly. Yet, looking back on the story, its investigations of great evils, and, possibly more insidious, smaller evils, of the responsibilities of civilization and the importance of understanding--for all of these admirable themes, the book didn't leave a blaze of meaning in my memory. The plot is more delicate than the times seem to demand, the philosophical examinations sometimes wandering and grandiose.

Beautifully structured, academically sound, 'The Dream of Scipio' is worth a read. But it might not change your life. ( )

The Dream of Scipio by Iain Pears (2003) ( )

"The Dream of Scipio" recounts three major crises in Western culture. This is a novel of ideas, and not of fully-realized characters with a unifying plot.

This book deals with how a Roman nobleman in Gaul plans to deal with the threat of Euric the Visigoth in 475 AD. The second crisis occurs during the Avignon papacy in the fourteenth century, and the third major threat afflicts France and Europe during World War II. The principal premise here is the often-forgotten value of beliefs from the East and Asia. The Christian Church too often compels its adherents to act as nothing more than benighted, superstitious fools. ( )

Fiction, Historical fiction, Three men, in three different eras, Manlius Hippomanes in 5th century Gaul, Olivier de Noyen in 14th century Provence, and Julien Barneuve in 20th century Provence, First published, under the title: 'The dream of Scipio', by Jonathan Cape, London, 2002, First published in the USA by Riverhead Books, June 2002, 608 pp., First Italian edition, Milano, Longanesi, 2003, translated by Donatella Cerutti Pini, 471 pp., L'idea di fondo è buona, qualche pagina è stimolante, ma nel suo insieme il libro è veramente noioso, a volte sembra risvegliare l'interesse del lettore, ma subito dopo ricade in una sconcertante banalità. Arrivati verso la metà, ci si chiede il senso di questa lettura, si sfoglia il resto e si capisce subito che le pagine successive offriranno l'identica delusione delle pagine precedenti. ( )