It is a joy to see Alfred Duggan's witty, literate, and entertaining historical novels coming back into print. The style is not as racy as that of more modern writers, and the ability of his characters to come up with a lucid well-reasoned discourse when they are supposed to be in ordinary discussion is not always realistic even if it is impressive, but the books are a joy to read.
Duggan takes a by-way of history and brings it to light through the eyes, and values of his characters: we may not appreciate the values, and sometimes they are quite shocking, but this is an excellent way to convey the spirit of the times he is dealing with.
This book is about Lepidus, the third and ultimately minor member of the Second Triumvirate that seized power in Rome after the assassination of Julius Caesar. He is a wealthy aristocrat from a family with a long tradition of public service, and takes himself very seriously. Unfortunately, and the reader realises this long before he does, his talents are not up to his estimation of himself. He develops the vision of himself as saviour of Rome, perhaps of being its ruler, even as he is being used and out-manoeuvred by his colleagues, the swaggering general Mark Anthony and the coldly ambitious Octavian. The effect is engrossing as one's interest in Lepidus gradually turns to exasperation at his lack of insight and ultimately pity at his fall.
Duggan is not a "quick canter through the book" sort of writer, the somewhat dense style calls for careful reading but is itself a way of getting into the heads of the characters. He amply repays the reader's efforts. Take your time over the book and you will enjoy it and quite probably be hooked. It is a good job we have an increasing number of his works becoming available.