A strange, uneven book. The important things are all here: the famous (and probably apocryphal) story about Edward’s wife Eleanor sucking poison from his wound to save his life from an assassination attempt while on crusade; his quick doffing of the crown at his coronation and declaration of refusal to wear it again until he’d recovered all the lands lost by his father Henry III; his seizure of power in Wales, construction of Caernarfon Castle and creation of the title of Prince of Wales for the monarch’s firstborn son; his role in shaping the subsequent development of the Houses of Parliament and establishment of means by which individuals could petition the crown; his expulsion of Jews from England; and of course his various “hammerings” of the Scots. But Andy King spends about as much time on many of these as I’ve just done here, meanwhile devoting strangely disproportionate attention elsewhere. There is, for example, a dull, overlong and, er, taxing chapter on the byzantine fundraising schemes used to generate resources for crusades and for wars with France, Scotland and Wales—but the poison-sucking and the mention of the mourning Edward’s construction of the memorial Eleanor Cross monuments on the route from Lincoln to Westminster Abbey are literally all that’s here of Eleanor of Castile. Even Edward’s attempts to frame his reign as Arthurian in its glory, which find their way into the very title itself, see almost no development until the last 2-3 pages of the final chapter. And what emerges here in general is a strange mix of neutral and not, an oddly distant, uncritical pen portrait of Edward Longshanks that you might say is as unduly easy on the “Hammer of the Scots” as Braveheart is unduly hard.