Dear readers, you probably have been wondering if I would ever write a negative review again. Interestingly enough I had a winning streak of reading three books I really liked… where the virtues of each book outweighed whatever faults it had.
This is not the case for “Mistress of Rome” by Kate Quinn. I wanted to like this book, but it was a struggle to finish. It is arguably even worse than “Spoil of War.” At least “Spoil,” as dumb and pretentious as it was, had one POV and a clear-cut plot that carried things out to a semi-logical conclusion. It was also marginally entertaining in a “so bad it’s good” kind of way.
This isn’t the case in “Mistress.”
If you know Roman historical fiction tropes, “Mistress” has a familiar plot. Thea, the Jewish slave girl of the slutty mean girl Lady Lepida, falls in love with the studly British Celtic barbarian gladiator Arius. When finding out that the gladiator is more interested in her slave than her, Lepida sells Thea to a whorehouse; but Thea, after bearing Arius’s son, becomes a popular singer and finds her way into the bed of the insane emperor Domitian, and ends up becoming part of the plot to kill him. But familiar does not mean bad– this could have been as sexy and exciting as Jeanne Duval’s “The Ravishers”, which I loved. But “Mistress” failed to deliver the goods. The action scenes were laughable, and the sex scenes were almost non-existent. It wasn’t toga porn; it was more like… well, I’m not sure what it was. It felt a bit like a PG-13 version of “Gladiator,” as directed by Ken Russell and written by a second-rate YA author overly fond of sentence fragments. Continue reading “Mistress of Rome: or, Praise Aloujanou and pass the knife” »










