Plot: A world-wise Centurion accidentally becomes the confidant to the new Emperor of Rome - who happens to be a homosexual child priest.
Ludicrous? Well, it would be if it hadn't happened. Alfred Duggan is noted for his unusual subjects and tendency to tell the story through someone close to a historical person rather than through the person themselves. These quirky choices, combined with thorough historical research, make for very readable novels, although his prose is sometimes a little dull. Not so here! This is a fabulous story, well told.
During one of Rome's interminable civil wars the Army, bored of respectable middle-aged generals, picks Elgabalus, a beautiful 13 year old princeling and high priest of a Syrian sun-god. He's almost never left his temple, is pretty darn close to being monotheistic and simply refuses to provide an heir. To give you an example of the insanity, when confronted with a picked bevy of beautiful women for his pleasure (the work of his dynastic-minded mum) he decides to harness them to chariots instead and use them as his personal transport in his palace.
Duratius, a former Praetorian centurion, is our guide in all these wild events, and his jaded tones give the book the "disciplined hilarity" for which it was praised by the Sunday Times. In contrast to all these marvels he is something of a plodder, happy with his lot in life. He successfully grounds the book, allowing the oddities of the Emperor to stand out the better. This is a small tale on a minor and almost wholly forgotten part of history that is thoroughly enjoyable and deeply well-read. Do read it.