It's been a while since I've read an actual Eternal Champion novel. Years ago I devoured White Wolf's reprinting of Moorcock's entire Eternal Champion series, including most of his early novels and ones that had been retrofitted to become Eternal Champion stories. Its a sprawling series that's undoubtedly confusing to new readers, akin to going to a party that's been going on for a week where the host keeps changing and thus the nature of the party itself. In that light, there's no real good entry point other than just picking your Champion and diving right in.
For most people one Champion stands out amongst the rest like a tall, pale, exquisitely tortured beacon . . . Elric of Melnibone, he of the albino complexion, evil sword and constant veil of weary despair, like a university student of Romantic poetry asked to choose his favorite Lord Byron poem. Thanks to his interesting backstory, conflicted demeanor and instant conversation starter in the giant black soul-sucking sword he's one of Moorcock's most memorable characters. Any story with him generally guarantees a good, if slightly tormented, time.
In recent years most of what I've read of Moorcock has been less concerned with writing weird fantasy than tackling more serious concerns. Jerry Cornelius and Colonel Pyat have been the leads of choice with interesting sidetrips to novels like "Gloriana" or "Mother London." More literary in nature and not always as crowd-pleasing, its interesting to see if Moorcock could rediscover his older more freewheeling style or adapt Elric to these more contemplative times.
As it stands we get Elric versus Nazis and yet its not as crazy as you'd expect.
In a hearkening back to the good old days, Moorcock decided to write this one of those combo Eternal Champion novels, where multiple incarnations come together to tackle a villain that threatens to unravel the Multiverse, never the most ordered place to begin with. So while Elric is mentioned in the description the tale is subtitled, "A Tale of the Albino" and apparently the idea is that while one albino is good, three are even better. Thus, we dispense with the idea that the novel is going to take us to the beach (unless its a grey, moody beach) and get ready for worlds to collide.
That said, enter Ulric Von Bek and a horde of everyone's favorite historical villains, past or present.
Longtime readers will remember the Von Bek as keepers of the Holy Grail (sadly, no one gets to say, "You have choosen . . . poorly") and Ulric is the last of his line, hanging out on the family lands while Germany falls to pieces around him as the Nazis take over and proceed in being evil in that way we've all come to know. Fortunately for Von Bek, he's not evil. Unfortunately for him, his great black sword has attracted Nazi attention and they'd love to have it for reasons that seem to rhyme with "destroying everything."
Moorcock still knows his way around a period piece and while its easy to gather outrage against a group who attempted to fulfill the "racial purity" merit badge in ways that are still incomprehensibly horrifying (not seeming to care that there's no way to achieve that goal without being rightly seen as total monsters) Moorcock does attempt to tell an actual story of someone trapped inside his beloved country while it changes in ways that he can't even recognize. And there is a good story to be told of what it was like to watch all the old monarchies and social structures completely crumbling to dust in what was left of Europe after the First World War. That was honestly the part that interested me the most, even if Ulric is so passive as a narrator you start to wonder if he's even in his own story. But then Elric shows up and everything goes sideways.
He's such a strong character that the story immediately picks up when he arrives and the story lurches into fantasy territory. Elric's got his own problems facing a version of one of Von Bek's cousins (who wants Stormbringer) and spends a good portion of his early scenes a victim of sorcerous trickery before the two of them (aided by the third albino, Oona, and the title character) decide to tackle the problem head on.
Longtime readers will probably enjoy the callbacks and references to past stories (I did enjoy Oswald Bastable's brief appearance, personally) and once the fantasy scenes arrive Moorcock's imagination moves into full swing, giving us not only his version of Fantasy Anytown, Tanelorn but a number of other interesting areas. There's dragons and demons and strange magic and of course, plenty of shouting for blood and souls for his boy Arioch.
The problem is that longtime readers are going to find a lot of this as going over old ground, right down to Elric's tortured guise and the combining of the Champions to face a threat to the Multiverse . . . we get some mileage out of Von Bek reacting to Elric, especially as the wispy fellow is not exactly nice at times but there's not really enough different here to make it stand out from other, earlier novels, except perhaps for the inclusion of Nazis. But even then Moorcock goes with idea of Nazis being obsessed with sorcery and old artifacts and while at times he seems to be trying to show them as banal buffoons and not seeming to convey the menace in people who might have been otherwise an ordinary brand of awful somehow managing to stumble into the perfect storm of circumstances that allowed them their great capacities for getting lots of innocent people killed. While its silly to some extent watching them go nuts over a soul sucking sword, it wasn't like they needed the extra help in real life.
The other problem is that if we're just having another average day in the life of Elric, new readers may find it a poor introduction. The original Elric stories were reasonably short and thus had a sort of feverish intensity to them . . . here, at over four hundred pages the book is just too long and doesn't justify its length. It feels at times like two different stories that Moorcock couldn't develop uneasily wielded together for the sake of the setpieces and as such never really develops a real momentum. It doesn't have the feel of a breakneck race against time nor do we really have a good opportunity for an extended exploration of the Multiverse and the constant struggle between order and chaos. The one new element is Oona, indeed the daughter of a dreamthief but beyond plotting with Elric and seeming to act as a guide (and a convenient way to dispense exposition at times) there's not much else she does. There's not even much dream stealing going on, although I imagine stealing Elric's dreams would be like bottling screams.
He still gets some good scenes out of it . . . I think the most memorable is Arioch's appearance but others may enjoy the dragons and their somewhat over the top role in things. But the Arioch scene to me has what much of the book is lacking . . . a sneaky verve and a decadent, dangerous strangeness that much of Moorcock's best fantasy possessed. Too much else feels rote, everyone plodding through escapes from Nazis and monstrous henchmen while alliances and counteralliances swirl around depending on how the plot needs to shift. Maybe a trim would have tightened it up better, maybe Moorcock doesn't have quite the feel for the material he used to have. And while its nice to see Elric again, he can't disguise the novel's feel as a band's reunion tour, running onto stage and performing all the expected hits for the cheering crowd. Even if the songs are well played and the band's trying its hard to shake the sense that its one of those exercises that makes both the listeners and the band feel like they're young again, allowing them for one night to ignore that its been done before and that professionalism is sometimes no excuse for a certain fire in the belly. At least this time we can snag a T-shirt.