Although less biting than Juvenal, both Horace and Persius are much easier reading- the historical particulars aren't as important, the narratives are a bit more gripping, and the poems are more varied. Rudd's translation is clear and strikes a nice balance (very Horatian, that) between keeping some reminder that the poem isn't just prose chopped into shorter lines and accuracy. It's nice to read pre-Whitmanians, to remind oneself that the masses are often wrong:

"the people.../ often confer/ office on worthless candidates and are stupidly enthralled by fame,/ gaping entranced at inscriptions and busts. So what is the right/ course for us who live in a different world from the masses?" (I.6 15ff).

while also noting, in an Epistle, that

"We are the mass, whose role is merely consuming produce," Ep I.2 26.

Horace's second book isn't as much fun as his first, but it's fun to read a satire on ancient foodies and realize that it's okay to hate people who insist on drinking 90 minute IPA beers that taste more like steel than any potable food or beverage. His Epistles are even milder, but continue on the same themes: country vs city, the nature of the good life, reflections on the art of poetry and so on.

The real gems in this book all belong to Persius, particularly satire 5: are you free? You think so, but only because you fail to recognize that a person can be in thrall to many things other than a direct and obvious cane-wielding master. And you're in thrall to things without number. Persius is just as convincing as Horace when setting out a positive ideal, and far more convincing when he's scouring others for failing to live up to it. ( )

Horace was The Dude of ancient Rome. The man could turn a verse like no one else. Yet, he wasn't of the florid lurid style, he was more like the Phil Collins of the classics. Middle-class and pragmatic, which closely resembled the Roman masses themselves.

This volume collects Horace's satires along with those of Persius, who is a bit more of a prude. Persius wasn't too crazy about Nero and his extravagances and he is basically wagging a finger at the wicked one with his satires. Horace is more stolid.

...for I have learned that the gods live a life of calm,
and that if nature presents some strange occurrence it is not
sent down by the gods in anger from their high home in the sky.

Niall Rudd does an excellent job with the translation, making it easy to follow where each poet is heading. This is a classic to keep on the bookshelf, needed in times when the modern world seems as familiar as that of Imperial days.

Book Season = Year Round ( )

Wonderfully written satire by two of the best. Horace is much more considered, and much less overt in his criticism, but Persius lets fly in a much more vocal manner. You just have to try harder with Horace. ( )