Your point about the special status of Book Four is well taken.
I suppose when I read the Aeneid, history and Vergil’s contemporary politics are always burbling away in the background but are seldom in the forefront of my attention. I focus much more on character, motivation, technique; especially the manipulation of symbols (e.g., the flower), narrative structure, and how language is crafted to serve these ends. I favor the personal over the social, the emotional over the rational, the metaphysical over the philosophical. I recognize also that others may profitably read the book exactly opposite.
The historical reference in Dido’s curse is unmistakable: there’s no doubt about who she’s invoking in 4.625 (Exoriare aliquis nostris de ossibus ultor), but it’s at least somewhat subtle, as Vergil doesn’t call him by name. He’s less effective, though, when he hits you over the head with history, as in the ecphrasis on Aeneas’ shield in 8.626-728 (another riff on Homer), which climaxes with Augustus’ triumph after the battle of Actium and indeed includes a borderline hysterical depiction of Cleopatra herself. Similarly awkward is his use of Pythagorean metempsychosis as an excuse for another long history lesson at the end of Book Six (6.755-888). Retrospective prophesy is just as much a cheap trick here as it is in the Book of Daniel.
And to get back to Dido, it’s worth noting that prior to her ultimate curse, which she pronounces just before she mounts the funeral pyre and which will play out in historical time, she offers another more personal imprecation, one she throws in Aeneas’ face, in which she promises to haunt him after she is dead.
I, sequere Italiam ventis, pete regna per undas.
Spero equidem mediis, si quid pia numina possunt,
supplicia hausurum scopulis et nomine Dido
saepe vocaturum. Sequar atris ignibus absens
et, cum frigida mors anima seduxerit artus,
omnibus umbra locis adero. Dabis, improbe, poenas.
Audiam et haec Manes veniet mihi fama sub imos. (4.381-387)
This is the kind of passage I find utterly compelling, both for its mystery and its shocking immediacy. The venom in these words is breathtaking; there’s no clearer expression of the already advanced state of mental dissolution that Dido is suffering, and the progressive fracturing of her consciousness into disparate entities (atris ignibus . . . umbra . . . manes).
Thanks for giving me the opportunity to air some of these ideas that have been kicking around in my brain for a while.
--Patricio