Iron John by Robert Bly is a classic book about men. It has legions of ardent fans, but I reluctantly admit I am not one of the more zealous. Although the book has high points – the classic story of Iron John as put down by the Grimm brothers stands out to me, as well as an exploration of masculine archetypes – it also has what I found to be a great deal of rambling narratives, too many fictional references, and a plethora of poetry that was more distracting than illuminating.