... Like another of his books I thought this would not be my scene. How wrong I was. I'm writing this before even finishing the book. I thought "Oh Arthur etc...potentially boring." But Guttridge is anything but boring and brings a topic to light. (At least 100 watts and forget the environmentally friendly and economical light bulbs here - we're talking instant illumination.)
The book engages you with knowledge and enables you to differentiate between the historical "real" and the "fiction" brought on to aid commercialism, from the present or as far back as...well I'll leave you to read the book.
There are references to Caerleon and the Welsh. Yippee. They are open, sympathetic, realistic and funny. A bit more would have opened another broad market, after all the Welsh do not like commercialism which is what this book pokes fun at.
Arthur and Excalibur could have been one of two dogs badly named in a dogs' home. Here they are something investigate and know about, a financier's wet dream, when a stately home needs a bit of "refurbishment" and the owners need money at someone else's investment risk.
Nick & Bridget have fun in country in a moment or two of well-to-do garb, in bed with others and in conversation with one another. Bridget puts up with dead bodies whilst Nick has a theory (serial killer at that). Nick hankers after old love (emotionally); new squeeze (physically) and Bridget (unrequitedly, as ususal).
It's a big laugh. Commercialism meets real history.