I enjoyed this so much more than I expected. Le Guin is a wonderful story-teller. I did also enjoy picking those moments where her story-telling was crimped by canon, herded and fenced by sticking to the Aeneid. She seemed brusque at those points. It's disappointing that, in the end, Ascanius' weakness is his homosexuality although I expect you could more charitably compare his fictional treatment to Amata's, whose inconsolable bereavement was her tragedy.