Henry VIII did not share the stage. Not with Parliament, not with the Pope, not with anyone who suggested he might, on occasion, be wrong. That total certainty in his own greatness is the load-bearing joke of a new magical realism novel, in which a resurrected Henry walks into a comedy club convinced the audience already…
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