[Behold the Man], which sets out to show that Christ could have been almost anyone who came from the future, might have made a remarkable novel, but this one, predictable in its progression and uncongenial in technique, flags badly. The mixture of psychology and religion, and the tone, are slightly reminiscent of early Colin Wilson, but the book's greatest flaw is the portrayal of the 'actual' Christ, which is tasteless and insensitive almost beyond belief. Mr Moorcock is a talented man, but his ability to write with pseudo-seriousness about serious things belongs to the genre of science fiction proper rather than to a Faustian spiritual search.