The Last King by Michael Curtis Ford is about Mithridates Eupator VI, King of Pontus and hated enemy of the late Roman Republic. Mithridates was a fascinating character who doesn't receive as much attention due to being on the losing side of history. Mithridates is most famous for two things nowadays: 1) his paranoia of being assassinated, specifically by poison, which he countered by drinking the famous "Mithridate" antidote draught 2) for enforcing a massacre of Romans and Italians living in his newly conquered territory of Asia. Wikipedia claims that 80,000 died in what they now call the Asiatic Vespers. It was effective in breaking Roman influence in Asia, an area they had dominated and would continue to dominate long after Mithridates dies. It was also undeniably ruthless and cruel. It's hard to like a guy who tried to exterminate a group of people (and yes, it was a different time, but a massacre of innocents is bad no matter the era), but Michael Curtis Ford tries his best - and by golly, he pretty much succeeds.
The story is narrated through Pharnaces, Mithridates' son by concubine. The Mithridates of this story is a strong personality. Ancient times were hard, even for those privileged princes. Asiatic Hellenistic court was weird and complicated. It was filled with intrigue and treachery. Brothers married sisters, and mothers murdered sons. Mithridates avoids being murdered by his own mother by some luck and then by just up and leaving, going off with a group of comrades into the wilderness and living off the earth, maaaaan. But yeah, he's not just finding himself, he's becoming self-sufficient, strong, hardy, and bitterly hateful towards Rome. Mithridates sees himself as Greek, sees Pontus as Greek, sees sophisticated civilization as Greek. And Rome is the enemy of Hellenes everywhere. Greek culture has beauty and high-minded ideals and philosophies, where Rome is entirely about war and avarice and destroying all the good things the Greeks did. So in turn, Mithridates is going to destroy Rome, or so he believes. It doesn't work out that way, but he has a good run.
Ford tells a fine story and the plot flows. He's right in his notes at the end. Mithridates, for the most part, is ignored, and this leaves room for plenty of interpretation. The only other historical fiction writer who I've read that has included Mithridates was Colleen McCollugh in her awesome Masters of Rome series. In her books, Mithridates shows up sorta kinda because McCollugh is obligated to say something about him. And all I remember is his storyline ends in that series with the farce that was his attempt to capture the island of Rhodes through a naval siege. It goes poorly. Mithridates would live another 40 or so years after that and continue to irritate Rome, but that's all we get of him. Ford has an opportunity for a more in-depth portrait of the man than just the barbaric, paranoid, cruel king, Ford's Mithridates could be these things, but he was also extremely intelligent, fluent in many languages, unbelievably determined, implacable, impossible to keep down for long, while also possessing all the flaws we have historically associated with him.
Speaking of flaws, I have to bring up the one problem with Mithridates' character. Michael Curtis Ford falls in the old trap of making his protagonist just about the biggest, baddest, strongest, handsomest guy who's ever walked the earth. Mithridates may have been big and handsome, but Jesus Christ, it gets to ya reading the thousandth book where your lead male is a living, breathing god. And apparently we're supposed to think old Mith was charming, witty, and affable. Sure he seems affable enough at times, but doesn't ever say anything clever or charming within the text. Guess we'll just have to take Pharnaces word for it. Nonetheless, this only struck me after I gathered my thoughts about the novel, so it wasn't so bad that I was rolling my eyes for every description of how big and bad and charming Mithridates was. One last problem I have with the novel is that there are about 2 other characters worth a damn in this book. There's Pharnaces, the adoring son who narrates, and Bituitis (sp?), the adoring and loyal Gaul bodyguard who is big and looks like Mithridates, which leads to some wacky hijinks!
I would give the book 3.5 out of 5. It's the second book I've read by Michael Curtis Ford, and I enjoyed it. The other, The Ten Thousand (about Xenophon's Anabasis) was decent, but slowed down heavily in the middle and was a chore to get through. This novel did not have the problem.