I’ve been wanting to read The Golden Mean for some time now and when I finally found my window of opportunity, I jumped on the chance. It didn’t take long before I discovered why so many accolades were being heaped upon it. I devoured each and every word, neglecting my husband and children in the process. Thankfully (for them) I read it quickly – it was impossible to put down.
Annabel Lyon’s first novel tells us the story of Aristotle and his pupil, Alexander (later to become ‘The Great’). The two had great regard for each other and, I think, each had something to teach the other. I didn’t know much about Aristotle before reading this book, but the way Lyon writes him, he became real and so much more than just the philosopher we hear about. And reading about Alexander before his greatness was a huge treat for me.
In short, the book is smart. The dialogue is witty. The characters are believable (and thank goodness for the character guide at the beginning of the book. With all those hard to pronounce names, I found myself referring to it often). All in all, it’s a work of genius.