We've had a lot of stories, lately, about humans (young schoolboys usually) being transported into a fantasy world and charged with saving it. Given how bleak our own world is looking right now, it's perfectly understandable that we should wish ourselves to be whisked away into a better place, or at least a place whose problems we're actually capable of solving. We all want to be able to actually work something good, I think.
So picture yourself in a world where humanity is at war with a terrible enemy, an unstoppable tide of orcs or something, and where you - yes, you - are an eternal champion restored to life, knowledge of warfare and swordsmanship all set inside your skull, everybody cheering you on and telling you what a great person you are and following your every command, their princess practically throwing herself into your arms... I think you'd be likely to let it all get to you, to let your chest burst with pride, and to go along with the whole thing.
But if you were to keep your head clear and listen a bit closer, you might spot some red flags. The humans seem a little too eager to go to this war. Their justifications sound unconvincing to you, spoken like religious fanatics with little actual sense or reason to it. Fear and superstition run rampant. You don't even know what your enemy looks like, but they want to kill every single one. It nags at your insides in ways you'd not like.
Then you finally do see the enemy, the battle is joined, you watch how your comrades do battle, and it all hits you, like a truck. This is not a war between men and orcs at all: it's a war between orcs and elves - and you've sided with the orcs.
You are an orc.
Even in real world, we humans are capable of terrible things. We've committed unspeakable horrors to our fellow man. The spark of it lies within each of our hearts - put into the right situation, with a measure of justification and peer pressure, any one of us could end up falling into the darkness. And here these negative qualities are amplified enormously, while the positive ones are all but snuffed out: the whole race is consumed with hatred, rage, and xenophobia, the willingness to even die to kill off something that doesn't quite look like them, no matter how friendly that something is. When everyone around you not only thinks this way, but also expects you to lead them on this insane crusade, would you have the courage to go against the grain? Could you ever put an end to it? How far would you be willing to go, to end a cycle that's been going on for millennia?
It's like theatre - an epic of an opera with loud bombastic music. Rational thought is suspended (though poor John Daker does try at the beginning), grey moralities and nuance thrown out the window, and raw emotion takes over; melodrama up to eleven, instant love and heartbreak, terrible oaths and mistakes and tragedy, manly posturing and bravado, and slaughter. It's insane. And, if you can just set yourself to its wavelength, immensely entertaining.
Of course it means that the characters aren't particularly multidimensional - they each have a trait or two to go by and not much beyond that - but you shouldn't expect much from this kind of a story. The setting, likewise, is about as deep and well-structured as toilet paper, but it at least endures for as long as it needs to without breaking down. I also appreciated the science-fantasy angle, as well as the light but meaningful references to the greater cosmology and mythos.
I for one enjoyed this one immensely. Definitely one of Moorcock's best. If you're looking for a deeper and more rational experience, then this might not be your jam - but then again, you might be surprised. With how short it is, how easy and quick to read, I'd recommend just about any fan of fantasy to give it a try.