I don't get the appeal of this book. Maybe it's because I wasn't raised reading myths and didn't study them in high school or college, so they're not really part of my frame of reference. I mean, yes, I know about them in a very surface way, and I know they're the foundation of much literature, and I have read some of them. I haven't read The Odyssey or Iliad. It's a big gap in my reading. I know that.
But I found myself yawning over and over again while struggling through The Song of Achilles. Girl Detective compared it to Brokeback Mountain, but while I found the latter (both movie and short story) to be compelling and complex, Achilles just seemed--I dunno. Meh. While the two men in Brokeback Mountain were fully fleshed out characters (no pun intended), Achilles and Patroclus just seemed like "types" to me. Achilles is Mr. Perfect, part-God, everything he does is righteous and just and he's this uber-cool warrior dude and he's kind to Patroclus when no one else is, and they fall in love, yadda yadda yadda. Of course Patroclus would love him. Achilles is the only person who's paid him any positive attention for most of his life.
I guess what I needed was for Achilles to be more of a flawed man. His father was mortal, so that could have been. As it is, I just didn't really care about the outcome and struggled to finish.