The vigor and dynamic thrust of this book is astonishing with Moorcock tackling the internal anomolies of much fantasy fiction by having Elric and his other troubled hero von Bek actually confront the Nazis and what appeal this kind of fiction has to the ultra-conservatives, like the Italian neo-fascists who 'adopted' Tolkien. But Moorcock is a story-teller first and he never loses sight of his first purpose -- to keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end -- give you a brilliant, unexpected ending, and leave you hungry for the next one. This is as good as Revenge of the Rose and almost as good as Stormbringer and if you think Moorcock was just a youthful fancy, you'll be very pleasantly surprised at your good taste. There is always more to a Moorcock novel than meets the eye. It is at once his strength, as an original writer, and his weakness, in terms of his accessibility, but the trick is to let him do the work and just
go along for the ride. Everything is explained sooner or later. Sometimes, of course, there are several explanations, several resolutions. In this particular incarnation Elric has a relatively simple task -- to stop the Nazis winning World War Two! How he does it fits so neatly into the mythos that you'll be amazed! Great stuff. Makes you realise that good, adult fantasy exists along with good, adult detective stories. If you like this you might well like China Mieville's Perdido Street Station, another well grown up feast of intelligent, gorgeous fantasy. Salammbo written by Dickens!