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Stunning. If you have any interest in ancient history, the ancient Greeks, history in general, warfare, or just plain good writing, you owe it to yourself to read this book.
I don't want to be long winded here, because I think most of the other reviews for this book do it justice already. But what Pressfield does here is nothing short of masterful. This is truly his magnum opus. The way that he builds up the suspense to the final, horrifying, and shocking calamity that is Thermopylae, is incredible.
This is a book that doesn't gloss over the horror of warfare.
Reading this is like reading All Quiet on the Western Front but in ancient times.
This is not a tale of braggadocious hollywood heroes.
I was dumbstruck when the battle finally began.
I won't spoil anything (though anyone who knows even the very basics of this story knows how this will all go down), but this is a description of ancient warfare at its finest.
Ancient warfare was not, as many movies and even books would like us to think, a glorious and colorful event. And in his book, Pressfield makes this abundantly clear.
Men piss themselves.
Their legs quake with fear in the silent dread that comes right before battle.
Men cry.
Hoplites walk around in a daze, half-crushed helmets hanging off their heads limply.
Some are blinded.
Some go mad with fear.
The horrors of battle even drive the greatest veterans to the breaking point.
I don't know if a movie could ever do this book justice.
This might be, in my humble opinion, the definitive fictional work about Thermopylae.
I don't want to be long winded here, because I think most of the other reviews for this book do it justice already. But what Pressfield does here is nothing short of masterful. This is truly his magnum opus. The way that he builds up the suspense to the final, horrifying, and shocking calamity that is Thermopylae, is incredible.
This is a book that doesn't gloss over the horror of warfare.
Reading this is like reading All Quiet on the Western Front but in ancient times.
This is not a tale of braggadocious hollywood heroes.
I was dumbstruck when the battle finally began.
I won't spoil anything (though anyone who knows even the very basics of this story knows how this will all go down), but this is a description of ancient warfare at its finest.
Ancient warfare was not, as many movies and even books would like us to think, a glorious and colorful event. And in his book, Pressfield makes this abundantly clear.
Men piss themselves.
Their legs quake with fear in the silent dread that comes right before battle.
Men cry.
Hoplites walk around in a daze, half-crushed helmets hanging off their heads limply.
Some are blinded.
Some go mad with fear.
The horrors of battle even drive the greatest veterans to the breaking point.
I don't know if a movie could ever do this book justice.
This might be, in my humble opinion, the definitive fictional work about Thermopylae.