Since boyhood, I have been enamored by sword-and-sandal and sword-and-sorcery tales. As a teen I met Steve "Hercules" Reeves in person, and I have been rereading Howard, de Camp, and Leiber with gusto for about 48 years.
Steven Pressfield's A Man at Arms -- echoing Virgil's immortal first line -- is an extraordinary novel in these genres, and one I expect to be rereading for many years ahead.
