What would the be the prerequisites for a sympathetic novel about Julian the Apostate? A detailed knowledge of the late Roman Empire, a detailed knowledge of early Christianity and a certain antipathy towards that religion. Gore Vidal demonstrates a virtuosity in all three that makes for one of the best reads of the last fifty years. This is, quite simply, a tour-de-force that has few parallels in historical fiction. For those who don't share Vidal's suspicion of organised religion, especially Christians, this novel might prove an uncomfortable experience. For those who like their history warts and all, it is simply brilliant. One of the few works of fiction that takes a serious look at the origins of Christianity and gives a reasoned account of its development, it refuses to even pay lip-service to the unthinking acceptance of Christianity as a religion that sprang fully formed into the world. Nor does he shrink from comparing the morality of two very different religious systems and finding Christianity wanting. It almost makes you wish that Julian had obtained his goal and had, after all, reinstated the ancient philosophy that was tolerant of all beliefs and had little concept of evangilism or heretical thinking.