It’s been a while since I’ve read it, but I remember liking it quite a bit. I was very disappointed by the incomplete ending, as he couldn’t finish the book.
I usually divide novels in two categories: Retellings of Malory (like Steinbeck’s book, Howard Pyle etc), vs Re-imaginations of arthuriana (like Mary Stewart, Nancy McKenzie, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Elizabeth Wein etc). I am quite fond of the second category, while I find the first category less exciting.
Still, Steinbeck definitely puts much of his own amazing writing skill in this retelling (I love his other novels too, he is a great author).



