I must admit I struggled with this book. As a lover of historical fiction, I'm generally quite open to re-tellings of Greek history, especially when 'history' in this case is quasi-myth, but I felt this book had all the right intentions and great ideas, but was poorly executed.

The main issue I had was the lack of flow throughout the book. While the premise was to show the Trojan War through the eyes of the female characters rather than male, this would have been done a lot better if there was more of a sense of chronology to the way it was told. The constant flitting between different viewpoints and characters meant that the only ones I felt I could truly appreciate and engage with were the Trojan Women. For the others, most of the time you barely spent enough time to understand their position before it was onto the next viewpoint, never to return. This was a shame, because there were very poignant moments in the midst of all the jumping around, which did not get to shine properly due to abrupt transitions and the lack of focus.

I have to say I was also put off somewhat by the unapologetic modern feminist tone that pervades the voices and the perspective of a lot of the characters. While it's obvious that the women's story of the Trojan War is bound to highlight and reinterpret the ways that women would have experienced and reacted to the various situations that they came across, this can be done in a way that does not make every male character seem either guilty, violent or downright despicable. In some places, I felt the perspectives were quite clever and convincing (Andromache's story comes to mind) but more often than not, it felt like the need to push a feminist agenda detracted from the quality of the story telling and, together with the episodic structure, made some of the viewpoints feel emotionally shallow and unimaginative.

A Thousand Ships has quite an ambitious scope and a very interesting premise, and at some points it lives up to that, but overall I feel it falls short of what it set out to achieve. ( )

I just finished this and have taken a look at a bunch of reviews, and I find myself agreeing with a lot of the negative reviews in content, if not in energy. For me this is a true three out of five, two would be too little and four would be too much.

I think this novel suffers from the classic issue of too much and not enough. For me there are just too many characters, points of view, and varying tone and quality of prose for this kind of story. It might just be my personal taste, but the hybrid epic and modern historical fiction struggles to convey the emotion, depth, and connection with the characters, ultimately being more like zoomed out epics, rather than the captivating and intimate character studies of historical fiction. I think a novel with a focus on Briseis and Chryseis would be incredible and found their chapters far and above the quality of everything else. This could have been a while series of novels focusing on the viewpoints show here and including the one Haynes actually left out that is mentioned in the afterword. Otherwise, committing to these perspectives as short stories and making this an anthology might have been more effective. I just think giving these women and their stories a chance to actually breathe and have context would be amazing. Penthesilea being given the in depth and backstory treatment of Jocasta would be incredible!

I don't mean to get so nitty gritty with this, but I think Haynes is a great writer whose knowledge and passion for this period and its characters (historical, mythological, and fictional) that has a few moments to shine here, but is incandescent in The Children of Jocasta. This being a much more focused story and emotional journey of primarily one character is so powerful and really plays to Haynes' strengths as a writer. In contrast having so much here diluted everything from the characterisation to the emotional weight and impact of the events.

I'm being so critical because I did like this book. Until recently, I have been on a painfully long DNF streak and there was never a moment I considered DNFing and would still recommend this with some caveats and generally say read The Children of Jocasta instead if you're only doing one. The book is entertaining and informative, I just think the split focus and engagement after about halfway in did leave me a little bored and zoning in and out.

Folx seem real divided on the Calliope chapters. Personally, I really enjoyed them and could have even had more perspectives of the gods (in a more focused version, as is this book cannot have any more perspectives!).

There seems to be some real contention and hostility around the 'untold women's stories' element, which seems wild to me. Yes, contemporary and modern tellings of this story have included and/ or focused on the perspective of some of these women. No, it absolutely has not been anywhere near as much as the men. This seems to be some real gender bias going on here with a skewed perspective because some examples do exists, though absolutely not proportionally. I also think it's worth pointing out that publishing and marketing are a nightmare and decisions are made and narratives pushed that don't necessarily come from the author or that they can even do much about. This whole thing seems like a nothing burger and a case of 'being fine with it, just don't shove it down our throats'. Grow up.

There are some kinda cringy aspects that detract from the stories of these women and the feminism of it all. There are a few remarks characters make about other women that are said without context (beyond upset) that are some real internalised misogyny and deflecting animosity at the men on the innocent women -- this is absolutely a thing that happens, but I would have thought there would be some discussion or reflection on it in a book like this, but they just pass without comment and really clanged for me.

Others have mentioned the Penelope chapters largely being just her letters to her husband, discussing his exploits and kinda passively aggressively venting her frustrations. Acknowledging the misogyny inherent in this term, it kinda comes across as nagging. I say this because she has absolutely legitimate reasons for all of her negative emotions, but having them only expressed in this manner robs her of a lot of expression and extrapolation of her feelings. It it had to be epistolary, a diary could have been more effective so she could be more free, but I genuinely think seeing her go about her life, interacting with people, and following her inner monologue would have been so much better. One weird thing some people seem hung up on is her knowing what he's been up to because of the lag in communication...the whole story is literally being told by a bard who is being inspired by a muse and Penelope literally mentions the bars multiple times in her letters. That is consistent with the logic of the story. Get out of here with your Cinema Sins BS.

Although it has been shown to lack robustness and context, the Bechdel Test does give us something to at least ponder about femme characters. Obviously, the war, their families, and those acting against them are men and need to be discussed to an extent. I do think the lack of time and inner monologue for the characters does lend itself to seeming like they spend their time on the page talking or thinking about mascs. This is only really a problem as they aren't given time to breathe and explore their experiences more, but I do think it is an unfortunate result of this approach.

Look, I feel like I've said so much negative stuff, but it's truly because I largely enjoyed this book and have a huge amount of respect for Haynes and her work, so my extremely neurodivergent brain has spooled out about my luke warm response to this book. I still want to read the rest of her work and, as I said before, in light of everything discussed here, I still do recommend this book with a bit of a heads up.

I listened to the audiobook narrated by the author, which is something I am definitely partial to. There's something about their words coming out of their mouth that makes author narrations special. I will say that Haynes is a competent, if not top tier, narrator and the performance seems to improve over the course of the novel, especially in emotional moments. ( )

A book that sets out to record the experience of the various Trojan women at the fall of their city. It's a mixed bag: it starts with the wife of Aeneas, and although I vaguely remembered some details about him, I didn't know what happened to her. That one has a rather abrupt ending. Then various other women are switched between, with some scenes of the survivors on the beach, waiting for the Greeks to get round to awarding them as prizes. In between, there is a narrative from Penelope's viewpoint, in an epistolary structure, and the viewpoint of Calliope, muse of epic poetry, who is rather irritated by the requests of poets.

The book stuck very much to the traditional stories of the women as I already knew them and didn't really add much. There was the interesting idea of a friendship between Briseis and Chryseis, the former giving the latter herbs to stupefy Agamemnon and therefore spare Chryseis his attentions. But after Chryseis is ransomed, although she worries beforehand about the punishment her stern father will dish out for wandering out of the city and being captured, that narrative is ended and we never see the interaction between the two, or find out what happened to her at the fall of Troy. In the legend, she and her father don't necessarily live in Troy - at least, some other adaptations have taken that line - so that would have been a new aspect to explore.

It was an overall OK read, but not an exceptional one, and I would award it 3 stars. ( )

quanto è bella la mitologia! ( )

“But this is the women’s war, just as much as it is the men’s, and the poet will look upon their pain–the pain of the women who have always been relegated to the edges of the story, victims of men, survivors of men, slaves of men–and he will tell it, or he will tell nothing at all. They have waited long enough for their turn.”

A Thousand Ships by Natalie Haynes is an eloquently penned retelling of the Trojan War from the perspective of the women whose lives were impacted by the war.

The novel begins with Calliope, the Muse of Epic Poetry, lending her song to the poet who is writing another epic but here the story of the Trojan War is told from the perspectives of women – the goddesses, nymphs, princesses, queens and slaves . We hear the voices of women from both sides - stories of grief, loss , death and devastation, deceptions and betrayals , victory and defeat. We learn of the aftermath of the war from women waiting for husbands returning in victory as well as the Trojan women who huddle together awaiting their fate after defeat.

I found the story of the Goddesses fighting over the golden apple quite amusing. The perspectives of Cassandra and Hecabe were very moving. Creusa’s account of her search for her husband and Oenone’s story were heartbreaking.

Penelope’s voice is presented in epistolary format through letters written to her husband Odysseus while she waits for his return.
“Waiting is the cruellest thing I have ever endured. Like bereavement, but with no certainty.”
Though it was entertaining and varied in tone from the grief and sorrowful stories of the other women, I felt that the emphasis was more on Odysseus and his exploits and wished that there would have been more about Penelope’s life in Ithaca. Her final segment is a letter/prayer to Goddess Athene after Odysseus finally returns to Ithaca.

With an engaging narrative, fluid prose, multiple perspectives beautifully executed by the author, this is a book I would definitely recommend to those who enjoy retellings of Greek mythology. I was invested from the very first chapter and not for a moment did I feel my interest wavering. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and look forward to reading more of the author’s work in the future. I would definitely recommend this book to fans of Madeline Miller’s Circe.

“And I have sung of the women, the women in the shadows. I have sung of the forgotten, the ignored, the untold. I have picked up the old stories and I have shaken them until the hidden women appear in plain sight. I have celebrated them in song because they have waited long enough. Just as I promised him: this was never the story of one woman, or two. It was the story of all of them. A war does not ignore half the people whose lives it touches. So why do we?” ( )