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Horace and Me, by Harry Eyres – review

‘Horace reading his Satires to Maecenas’ by Fedor Andreevich Bronnikera. Getty Images | Shutterstock | iStock | Alamy 
issue 06 July 2013

After Zorba the Greek, here comes Horace the Roman. The peasant Zorba, you’ll remember from the film, releases uptight, genteel Alan Bates from his cage of repressed Englishness. Now it’s Horace, the Augustan lyric poet, releasing another repressed Englishman: Harry Eyres, Old Etonian scholar, Cambridge graduate, poet and author of the ‘Slow Lane’ column in the Financial Times.

This charming, moving book calls itself ‘Life Lessons’, as if it were a general teaching guide for the reader. Really, though, it’s a personal guide for Eyres — who realises that the poet he first struggled to appreciate at school has valuable lessons to teach about love, wine and friendship. Now Eyres never goes anywhere without his little battered red Loeb translation of Horace in his pocket.

Non-classicists will be more familiar with Horace than they think. He’s probably the most quoted of all Latin writers.

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