I almost gave the arch-fiend two stars, but then I read the last chapter and knew this was a fantasy. In Lord of the Rings or The Last Battle or Till We Have Faces or Twelfth Night or Dante, the joy is paid for. In Henty, it's wish-fulfillment in the bad sense. That could never happen to anybody. Ever. And then he escapes alone of all the Jews. And then he gets a band. And then he beats the future Emperor. And then he escape Jerusalem. And then he gets to be a judge in Judea, become a Christian, and even help the Emperor be kind. Ouch.
The book is saved by the history, which is so horrible that I am thoroughly convinced Revelation is in an important sense about this event. Even so, Henty botches the wonderful events for the most part. I enjoy geeking out about dates and battles and strategy and politicians, and the time was well spent in that sense, but throughout the whole story we know from history (not to mention from the book cover) what is going to happen. Doom. Doom. Doom. Hindsight is 20/20, darn it. Just burn the temple already!
Henty also appears to write perpetually in the present tense. No foreshadowing that is unexpectedly fulfilled, and he switches his sympathies. Josephus, whose main work was writing Jewish history, should have gotten more screen time after he switched to the Romans. Henty betrays the character and starts talking history.
I don't hate this book though; I pity it. In fact, maybe hearing it as a story might have been fun in a certain context, but I wouldn't recommend it for a read-aloud. Ah well.