It’s not classic literature, or Russian, or French. It’s not scare-the-pants-off-you Steven King. It is, however, weird and disturbing.
It worked for good, though, and the young girl learns the same lesson her mom was forced to learn at about the same age: life is often more messy and complicated than the easy answers lead you to believe.
I don’t know if the history is right or wrong; it was close enough from my vantage. The plain fact is that I don’t read historical novels for fealty to events.
During the first century, one could take their pick from various views of Jesus, the new Christian church, and its relation to other religions. As an orthodoxy emerged, competing ideas were rooted out. ‘Heretics’ were hunted down.
I was surprised at how dark the story is compared to the movie adaptation.
Mayle is patient. Good gawd, he is patient. And not entirely comfortable with touching as the French are.