Knight Life (2002) is another of Peter David's almost unclassifiable works. It is a small scale epic drama, with comedic overtones, of King Arthur running for mayor of New York while opposed by Morgan Le Fay.
Morgan is a couch potato watching sitcoms while consuming large quantities of beer. She is contemplating suicide but first she tunes in to her favorite channel: a view of Merlin's resting place. But, wait, the stone has been moved. Thus begins the show.
Gwen DeVere is having a bad day. She needs to find a job to support herself and Lance, but nothing seems to be available. As she is sitting on a park bench reading the job ads, a knight in full armor stops in front of her. She is annoyed and tells him that she has mace and shows him the spray can; he pulls a two-foot long club with a flanged head from his armor and says "So have I". She gets up and walks away briskly. He calls out for her to wait and follows. When she runs into a subway station, he tries to follow but trips and falls downs the steps, clanking merrily as he rolls.
Arthur Pendragon is back! Of course, his first stop after the subway fiasco is Arthur's Court, a men's clothier, to exchange his armor for something a little more comfortable, like a three-piece suit, bought with an American Express card, don't leave Camelot without one.
After a local cop suggests a political career, Arthur retrieves Excalibur from Central Park lake and allows Buddy and Elvis, two spaced out muggers, to swear undying allegiance to the man with the Day-Glo sword. He finds Merlin and gathers a campaign staff, including Gwen as his secretary, Miss Basil, a basilisk -- no kidding -- as receptionist, and Percy, an old drunk with a CPA, as treasurer.
The Big Apple meets King Arthur and New York loves him, especially when he saves two children from the fire caused by the fire elemental. When they find out his true identity, his popularity rating skyrockets.
This revised version smooths over some of the rough spots in the original and updates some of the jokes, but is still just as funny.
Recommended for fans of Peter David and anyone else foolish enough to subject themselves to such zany humor. You have been warned; if you bust a gut, its your fault.
-Arthur W. Jordin