I do not know what to make of Robert Nye's version of Penthesilea, a Greek tragic myth written down, or up, by the late eighteenth century German, Heinrich von Kleist…. Wads of rather aerated imagery punctuated by artificial barracks-type slang leave one feeling that one might be watching The Long, and the Short and the Tall performed in period gear by the more intellectual members of a public school Combined Cadet Force. Apart that is from the Amazons whose Queen, Penthesilea, goes crazy about Achilles; in the end literally so. His death at her hands does messy violence to truth, both mythical and dramatic. (pp. 89-90)