Duller Than A Text Book
Graves’ novel is worse than a milk-toast, disinterested-historian narrative.
This book was supposed to be made for me.
One Summer, I read 30 books with many of them being about Greek and Roman history. I never made it past Augustus, so how excited was I to learn that there was a novel about the Roman Emperors from the perspective of Claudius. Not only that, it was historical fiction and should have all those cool thing you can do within the genre: dialogue, themes, story arcs!
Graves pulls off an impossible: I’ve read dull, straight historical accounts that had more pop than this book.