The Silence of the Girls by Pat BarkerThe Silence of the Girls by Pat BarkerThe Silence of the Girls by Pat Barker

Toward the end of Pat Barker’s newest novel, her main character Briseis thinks to herself:

“Yes, the death of young men in battle is a tragedy … worthy of any number of laments — but theirs is not the worst fate. I looked at Andromache, who’d have to live the rest of her amputated life as a slave, and I thought: We need a new song.

The eloquently powerful The Silence of the Girls (2018) is Barker’s attempt to create just that, and she just about nails it.

Barker’s novel is a re-telling of Homer’s The Iliad, told mostly from the point of view of Briseis, the young girl taken by Achilles as a spoil of war and then later taken from him by Agamemnon as compensation for having to give up his own “prize” when her priest-father calls down the anger of Apollo on the Greek soldiers. Barker begins in the harrowing moments before the Greeks sack Briseis’ city, and she is paraded out like a horse for Achille’s judgment (“Cheers, lads. She’ll do.”). The story then takes the reader through the big points of The Iliad: the spat with Agamemnon, Achilles sulking in his tent, Patroclus donning Achille’s armor and driving the Trojans back before being killed by Hector, Achilles’ grief and subsequent vengeance on not just Hector but Hector’s corpse, the pleading of Priam for his son’s body, Achilles’ acquiescence, and Achilles’ eventual death (not actually in The Iliad, I know) and its impact on Briseis.

The focus in The Silence of the Girls is not on the war itself — there are no big battle scenes and only a few moments of actual description of the war. Most of it comes to the reader as it does to Briseis: “the sound of battle, clamorous at first, moved steadily further away until, by mid-afternoon, it was no more than a muffled clash on the horizon.” Instead Barker focuses on the quieter moments between individuals, especially the women who, as the above quote notes, are often the more grievous and most overlooked casualties of warfare.

The terror of war for women begins, as noted, immediately. After the Greeks storm her city, Briseis watches as a woman is casually “raped repeatedly by a gang of men who were sharing a wine jug, passing it good-naturedly from hand to hand while waiting their turn.” Adding to the horror of the moment is that, as she’s raped, the woman is constantly reaching out and calling to her two sons, “twelve, thirteen years old perhaps [who] lay wounded and dying a few yards away from her.” When the footfalls of the Greeks could be heard approaching their tower chamber, Briseis’ cousin Arianna chooses to leap to her death rather than face the inevitable.

Briseis herself considers suicide later, once she’s become Achilles’ “bed-mate.” Achilles himself is a cypher, a man that can fly into rages and violence but who also can be smoothly civil, though he spends most of the novel barely speaking to Briseis or even acknowledging her presence outside of the bedroom. His companion/lover (Barker leaves it up in the air which) Patroclus is different, treating Briseis with compassion and kindness and taking the time to speak to her regularly when Achilles is not around. The only people Briseis feels she can truly confide in, though, are the other women divvied up amongst the Greeks. In a few scattered moments of gathering food or doing laundry, they share their stories, no longer bound by the rule that “silence becomes a woman.”

The different ways men and women move in the world are remarked upon again and again. When Briseis listens to the soldiers’ songs of “deathless glory” she recalls how she heard those same songs in her childhood and:

thought all the stirring tales of courage and adventure were opening a door into my own future, though a few years later … the world began to close in around me and I realized the songs belonged to my brothers, not to me.

Barker makes no pretense of unrealistic agency for Briseis, living in an enclosed camp surrounded by soldiers and bound to a man known as “the butcher” by his foes. There’s no planning of a mass escape, no attempt to assassinate the Greek leaders, no staunch defiance against servitude and rape. She watches Achilles she tells us not “like a hawk” but “like a mouse.” And when Patroclus suggests he could convince Achilles to marry her, in her internal debate she asks if she really could marry “the man who killed your brothers,” deciding quickly yes, because, “first of all, I wouldn’t have been given a choice … [and] a slave will do anything, anything at all, to stop being a thing and become a person again.”

Unfortunately, her life is upturned again when Agamemnon, forced by the Greeks to give up his slave-girl Chriseis, chooses to humiliate Achilles by taking Briseis from him. Achilles’ subsequent rage and refusal to fight has nothing to do with his feelings for Briseis and all to do with the insult to his pride, especially from a man whom he despises (Agamemnon is portrayed mostly as an incompetent, drunken lout of a general, mocked by the women as being a “back-door man”).

Despite the realities of her position, though, as the final year of the war advances, Briseis carves out a sort of stuttering, restless peace with it, via her female companions, Patroclus’ kindness, and her learning how to be a war-time nurse by helping out in the field hospital: “I loved the work, I loved everything about it . .. I lost myself in that work — and I found myself too.”

It’s just a bit before this point that Barker has started to offer up a POV from Achilles’ perspective. Here we see him contemplating his own violence, as when at times he feels strangely detached from his own hands, permanently stained with blood. We also get his perspective on the choice he was granted — a long life of mundanity or a short life of glory,  what he thought of his mother (the sea goddess Thetis), how Patroclus became his dearest intimate, and finally, we see into the all-encompassing grief and fury that overtake him at Patroclus’ death.

The Silence of the Girls gains weight and gravity as it continues. At one point toward the latter third Briseis offers up the typical Homeric catalog of deaths, those Achilles killed in battle as he attempts to avenge Patroclus. But partway through she stops and asks, “But you see the problem, don’t you? How on earth can you feel any pity or concern confronted by this list of intolerably nameless names?” And so, she slows the narrative to show snippets of the victims’ lives, bits of humanizing detail garnered from their mothers and sisters. How Mulius, “the one with Achilles’ spear point sticking out of his ear,” as a baby “never crawled, never shuffled around on his bum or anything like that, just straight stood up.” Or how Iphition, the first time his father took him fishing, could never get the worm to stay on the hook, “But give him his due, he went on trying. He was like that — he wouldn’t give in.” The section is poignantly heart-breaking even as it offers up sharp criticism of the usual portrayal of war.

The novel comes into its strongest section when Priam appears. His plea to Achilles creates a constant tension and urgency as even when he is speaking gently to the old king, Achilles, as Briseis notices, is always just one small step from killing him in rage. Tension also swirls around how the war itself might tip one way or the other as these two leaders meet. Meanwhile, the “relationship” — an exaggerated description but I can’t think of a better word — between Achilles and Briseis also comes to a pivotal point here as well. While the language takes more of a turn toward the lyrical toward the end of the novel, Barker still shows a deft hand in her use of blunt vocabulary. As when, for instance, Priam announces, “I do what no man before me has ever done. I kiss the hands of the man who killed my son,” Barker gives us a moment to feel the agony and horror of that moment, but then turns the focus yet again away from the men to the women, as Briseis, looking on, thinks, “I do what countless women before me have been forced to do. I spread my legs for the man who killed my husband and my brothers.”

This is Briseis’ story, after all, and so it is right she get the last word in that scene, but extricating herself from the world and narratives of men is not easy, and Briseis gives voice to that in meta-commentary throughout: “Looking back, it seemed to me I’d been trying to escape not just from the camp, but from Achilles’ story; and I’d failed.” Whether that opinion still holds at the end I’ll leave to the reader.

My only criticism of The Silence of the Girls is that, at times, Barker drops into a surprisingly jarring modern vernacular, having soldiers refer to breasts as “knockers,” for instance, or referring to “the weekend,” (which I’m pretty sure didn’t exist back then). One doesn’t therefore feel quite as steeped in antiquity as one does in Madeline Miller’s fantastic Circe (also highly recommended, and a book that would make a great companion novel to this one). But those moments are relatively few and easily passed over in a book that sheds such a new light on an old story. Achilles might be the hero of The Iliad, and his voice even in this novel is, as Briseis says, “always so dominant,” but like Briseis, for the reader, “it will be the girls I remember most.” Highly recommended.

~Bill CapossereSFF, fantasy literature, science fiction, horror, YA, and comic book and audiobook reviews

The Silence of the Girls by Pat BarkerThe very first line of The Iliad implores the goddess to sing of the wrath of Achilles. Achilles is (if we’re getting technical here) the fifth word out of the entire epic poem in the original Greek. It is rather fitting then that Pat Barker’s epic retelling opens with the lines, ‘Great Achilles. Brilliant Achilles, shining Achilles, godlike Achilles…’ But this is going to be a very different kind of tale. Because The Iliad is traditionally a poem about men, by men, for men. Yet in The Silence of the Girls, Barker offers us the viewpoint of voices that have never before been heard.

The story is told through the eyes of Briseis, the nineteen year old queen of Lyrnessus. We meet her hiding inside the walls of a neighbouring town of Troy, sheltering amongst other noble women and children whilst the battle cry of Achilles grows ever closer. The Greeks, inevitably, breach the city and Briseis sees her brothers and father brutally killed before she is taken as a spoil of war. Shortly thereafter, she is claimed by Achilles himself.

What follows is the account of her time in the Greek camp amongst the other unheard voices of the war: the women. She lives in a world where rank means nothing: the only things valued are youth and beauty, and former slave girls are held in much higher esteem than their old mistresses.

The plight of these women is a difficult one, and Barker does not sugar-coat their experiences. There are no epic battle scenes, but Briseis’ account of the war is brutal, from her brother’s gory deaths to her nightly rapes by Achilles; it is horror experienced on a much more personal level, and sometimes makes for quite harrowing reading.

Barker won the Man Booker Prize back in 1995 and there has been widespread surprise that The Silence of the Girls did not even make this year’s longlist. Barker’s prose is sparse, unadorned and incredibly readable; there is no doubt that she is a master of her art. Whilst there are times that the plot seems to meander without purpose, Briseis’ tale is a compelling one, and readers will follow it avidly as Achilles and Agamemnon dispute over their ownership of her.

Some readers may find the occasional colloquialisms a little jarring. Soldiers use language more commonly found in a modern-day pub. Needless to say, it doesn’t quite fit the epic setting. But perhaps more fitting to our modern sentiment is the fact that this is a story that needs to be told. Women across the world are currently finding their voices and it is apt that this great story of men should finally be told from a woman’s viewpoint.

~Ray McKenzie

Published in September 2018. From the Booker Prize-winning author of the Regeneration trilogy comes a monumental new masterpiece, set in the midst of literature’s most famous war. Pat Barker turns her attention to the timeless legend of The Iliad, as experienced by the captured women living in the Greek camp in the final weeks of the Trojan War. The ancient city of Troy has withstood a decade under siege of the powerful Greek army, who continue to wage bloody war over a stolen woman–Helen. In the Greek camp, another woman watches and waits for the war’s outcome: Briseis. She was queen of one of Troy’s neighboring kingdoms, until Achilles, Greece’s greatest warrior, sacked her city and murdered her husband and brothers. Briseis becomes Achilles’s concubine, a prize of battle, and must adjust quickly in order to survive a radically different life, as one of the many conquered women who serve the Greek army. When Agamemnon, the brutal political leader of the Greek forces, demands Briseis for himself, she finds herself caught between the two most powerful of the Greeks. Achilles refuses to fight in protest, and the Greeks begin to lose ground to their Trojan opponents. Keenly observant and cooly unflinching about the daily horrors of war, Briseis finds herself in an unprecedented position to observe the two men driving the Greek forces in what will become their final confrontation, deciding the fate, not only of Briseis’s people, but also of the ancient world at large. Briseis is just one among thousands of women living behind the scenes in this war–the slaves and prostitutes, the nurses, the women who lay out the dead–all of them erased by history. With breathtaking historical detail and luminous prose, Pat Barker brings the teeming world of the Greek camp to vivid life. She offers nuanced, complex portraits of characters and stories familiar from mythology, which, seen from Briseis’s perspective, are rife with newfound revelations. Barker’s latest builds on her decades-long study of war and its impact on individual lives–and it is nothing short of magnificent.


  • Bill Capossere

    BILL CAPOSSERE, who's been with us since June 2007, lives in Rochester NY, where he is an English adjunct by day and a writer by night. His essays and stories have appeared in Colorado Review, Rosebud, Alaska Quarterly, and other literary journals, along with a few anthologies, and been recognized in the "Notable Essays" section of Best American Essays. His children's work has appeared in several magazines, while his plays have been given stage readings at GEVA Theatre and Bristol Valley Playhouse. When he's not writing, reading, reviewing, or teaching, he can usually be found with his wife and son on the frisbee golf course or the ultimate frisbee field.

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  • Ray McKenzie

    RACHAEL "RAY" MCKENZIE, with us since December 2014, was weaned onto fantasy from a young age. She grew up watching Studio Ghibli movies and devoured C.S. Lewis’ CHRONICLES OF NARNIA not long after that (it was a great edition as well -- a humongous picture-filled volume). She then moved on to the likes of Pullman’s HIS DARK MATERIALS trilogy and adored The Hobbit (this one she had on cassette -- those were the days). A couple of decades on, she is still a firm believer that YA and fantasy for children can be just as relevant and didactic as adult fantasy. Her firm favourites are the British greats: Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams and Neil Gaiman, and she’s recently discovered Ben Aaronovitch too. Her tastes generally lean towards Urban Fantasy but basically anything with compelling characters has her vote.

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