I was disappointed with this novel, which I expected to be "a beautiful rendering of the world's most timeless romance," as the cover advertises. Aside from Arthur and Gawain, few characters are likeable or well-drawn. The characters themselves seem to spend most of the novel being exasperated with one another. Merlin is not wise or admirable, just hypocritical in his hostility to Guinevere for her selfishness. As for her, why would any reader be captivated by a spoiled, conventionally gorgeous airhead with a phobia of blood? Or a bunch of shallow relationships, few of which make much emotional sense? Readers find two things compelling: mystery and struggle. We would love to see truly deep female character wrestle with jealousy or, say, conflicted love for two men. This element is what keeps many readers absorbed in, and called back several times to, Bradley's The Mists of Avalon. Unfortunately in The Chessboard Queen what we get is a couple of whiners (Elaine was one too) complaining about their lives and inexplicably drawn to a ridiculous caricature of knighthood, the rather stupid Lancelot character. The only struggle here was the reader's, to try not to skip too many chapters. Not astoundingly well-written, or vivid, and with few if any memorable scenes (to be fair, transport and viewing of the Round Table were pretty effective). As a period piece, pretty superficial. But it passes the time, I guess. END