Any Old Iron (Magill Book Reviews)

Anthony Burgess is a writer who has managed to be not only prolific, popular, and consistently entertaining, but inventive and disturbing as well. ANY OLD IRON, his thirtieth novel, begins slowly, even (it seems) aimlessly, with an account of the sword Excalibur about which not even the narrator, “a retired terrorist,” professes any real interest. He, like the author, seems less concerned with the relic’s pseudo-history (to which the novel appreciably adds) than he is with the “peripheral roles” played by a cast of characters who exist at the very margins of modern history:...

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