Well-told story, but pretty terrible as history. This book is the story of the Great Siege of Malta by the armies of the Ottoman Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent, as told from the perspective of the Knights. Maybe it's that I just re-read Edward Said's Orientalism, but boy this book was super ethnocentric, almost lazily so.
The narrative is replete with descriptions of the "savage attacks of the Moslem corsairs", how the Muslim commanders would "sacrifice thousands upon thousands of men with a callous indifference" in order to win a battle, which the author describes as characteristic of "the bloodstained history of their Empire", and constant descriptions of the religious zealotry of the Ottoman forces.
Contrast that with descriptions of the European knights who defended Malta, especially their leader Jean de la Valette: "This was a man imbued with all the ancient virtues of courage and self-sacrifice, together with the sure and absolute certainty of his faith"--no zealotry here; instead certain faith is a virtue when it's our faith, the "our" being understood. On the crusaders' side, the sacrifice of one's soldiers is characterized as requiring "a higher courage to send your comrades to die than to die yourself."
Back to a depiction of the Arab troops: "The pupils of their eyes were like needles, their salivated lips held only the one word, "Allah!"
When, in an act of revenge, the author's man-crush la Valette orders all the Turkish prisoners to be beheaded, and their heads to be shot at the enemy lines from the crusader's cannons, the act isn't described (as it justly could be) as bestial, callous, bloodstained or any of the other words used to describe the Muslims; instead, he writes that it was "unworthy [of] a Christian soldier". But perfectly understandable from a dirty heathen?
In other words, it's not really hard to detect the cultural and religious bias here. The Muslims are savages, the Knights proud, stern defenders of culture and true religion. I'm not overselling this--even the native Maltese people, who were themselves Christians of a much older vintage than the French and English knights, come in for caricatured treatment as "the dark, short, barrel-chested men of Malta." I can practically see their beetling brows, loincloths and pygmy spears.
The thing is, it doesn't need to be that way. The author basically abandons any pretext at a historical voice and opts instead for the Swashbuckling Adventures of Captain Crucifix!, but it's perfectly possible to tell a gripping story about a historical event, even a battle, while retaining the humanity of the people on both sides. Unfortunately, he doesn't even seem to have really tried. It gets more than one star because it does contain a lot of interesting information that I wouldn't have known otherwise, and it did enrich my experience of being in Malta quite considerably, but I couldn't in good conscience recommend it to a friend without providing a strong warning about the explicit anti-Muslim, pro-Western bias of the book.